The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"I like... I like it..." Black Jeanne replied shyly, her eyes involuntarily focused on the area where they were tightly connected. Watching Wang Chong's "noble phantasm" thrust in and out of her body, the visual impact gradually aroused her. Wang Chong noticed Black Jeanne's gaze, and with a sense of pride, his movements became even more vigorous. His large hands climbed up the girl's plump, snow-white peaks, wantonly kneading those two soft nubs.

"Ah!" Black Jeanne screamed, the tingling sensation from her nipples nearly making her lose consciousness. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, swinging in time with his movements. Their panting echoed, and sweat soaked the sheets beneath them. The air in the room seemed to be on fire, filled with the scent of hormones. Wang Chong picked up Black Jeanne and let her sit astride him. This position allowed his desire to penetrate deeper, bringing him unprecedented pleasure. Black Jeanne couldn't help but rise and fall, actively seeking more pleasure.

"Slow...slow down..." Black Jeanne spoke intermittently, but her body was completely out of control, and she twisted up and down even harder to cooperate with Wang Chong.

Wang Chong supported Hei Zhende's waist to help her stabilize her movements. At the same time, he kissed Hei Zhende's sweet red lips again, using his tongue to invade every corner of the girl's mouth, blocking her moans.

Waves of pleasure surged, pushing the two to the climax of their desire. Wang Chong felt his sperm was about to burst. He patted Black Jeanne's buttocks, signaling her to prepare herself.

Black Jeanne understood what was about to happen, feeling both apprehensive and anticipation. She increased her speed, wanting to reach climax with Wang Chong. Finally, after a deep penetration, Wang Chong let out a low roar, and a scalding stream of white fluid gushed out, pouring into Black Jeanne's deepest depths.

"Ahhhhh—" Black Jeanne screamed as she reached her climax, her entire body convulsing. Her deepest part continuously contracted, as if to devour all of Wang Chong's essence.

The two of them embraced each other tightly, savoring the afterglow of their climb to the summit. Black Jeanne's face, stained with tears and beads of sweat, looked especially beautiful in the candlelight.

Chapter 191 I Always Like Black Jeanne

Time returned to the beginning, when Wang Chong's clone was examining Irisviel's body. The three people present waited anxiously for Wang Chong's results.

"It's not that there is no way." After a while, Wang Chong opened his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Eh? Is there really a way?" Hearing Wang Chong's words, Irisviel was obviously a little surprised and asked quickly.

Wang Chong nodded, released his hand, and said, "Mrs. Irisviel, your body has indeed been shaped into the vessel for the Lesser Holy Grail, and the process began the moment you set foot on this land. Unless you destroy it from within, or abort the Holy Grail War, there is no other way."

"Doesn't this mean that if we want Ellie to survive, we must end this Holy Grail War?" Altria frowned. For a moment, even she hesitated between her own wishes and Ellie's life and death. And what about those who came here in pursuit of the Holy Grail's wishes?

"Haha, there's really no way to solve the problem of the body. But who says that if you want your wife to survive, you have to rely on this body?" Wang Chong said with a chuckle.

"Not relying on the body... is that what you mean, Wang Chong? Yes, Caster, your ability is to control the soul. Are you going to give Mrs. Ellie a new body?" Jeanne also came back online at this time. After hearing Wang Chong's explanation, she immediately reacted.

"That's right, the Holy Grail only bound Irisviel's body, but did not interfere with her soul. Therefore, as long as we create another artificial human body, then use my power to put Irisviel's body into this new body..." Wang Chong was excitedly talking about the method he had come up with, but before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Joan of Arc asked immediately after noticing Wang Chong's unusual behavior.

"No, it's nothing. The method is still what I just mentioned, so it should be fine. It's just that my search for knowledge about androids seems to have triggered some memories, causing a large amount of information to flood into my mind, making me feel a little uncomfortable... No problem, just let me sort it out. When the time comes, I can create a suitable body and then proceed to the next step of this plan. Hiss... This amount of information and knowledge is a bit too much for my brain, I need to find a quiet place to sort it out."

Wang Chong regained his composure, explained the reason, and stood up. While swaying and holding onto the wall, he walked quickly towards his room.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Wang Chong?" Joan of Arc quickly stood up and wanted to support Wang Chong, but Wang Chong waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then walked steadily towards the corner.

"Don't worry, give me one night and I should be able to give you an answer. Just get some rest and wait for my news!" Wang Chong's last voice floated in the corridor.

"It seems that we have to trouble Mr. Wang Chong again. He helped me before, and now he has to help Ellie deal with the matter of the Holy Grail. We all owe Mr. Wang Chong a big favor." Altria said slowly.

"Wang Chong-jun is like this. Although he sometimes says that he has bad intentions and always clearly puts his own interests on the table, what he actually does really helps everyone. The reason why he keeps saying it like that is probably because he is a little embarrassed or uncomfortable." Joan of Arc said with a chuckle.

"Comparatively speaking, his frankness is quite rare. He's much better than those hypocritical but ultimately selfish individuals at the previous meeting." After Artoria finished speaking, she looked at Irisviel. Irisviel didn't seem to care. Her eyes were still filled with concern for Illya's condition.

"Mrs. Ellie, you should go to bed early. The outcome of everything will only be known tomorrow night. You need to stay in good spirits to face the challenges ahead." Joan of Arc also understood that if Irisviel continued to worry like this, it would have a negative impact on her body, so she advised.

"Sorry to trouble you." Irisviel recovered, forced a smile, stood up, and walked to her room. Artoria, of course, wanted to escort a few people, so she nodded to Jeanne and walked Irisviel back to her room.

"May you have a good dream, Mrs. Irisviel. May the child be safe and sound." Joan of Arc prayed in her heart.

……

Wang Chong had left so quickly because his original body had just entered his room and encountered Black Jeanne d'Arc. Originally, Wang Chong had been able to multitask, but after hearing Black Jeanne d'Arc's almost heartfelt "complaint," Wang Chong no longer had the heart to focus on his clone. After quickly dealing with the situation, he told the clone to remain in the room and feign silence.

As for now, Wang Chong was lying on the bed, hugging Black Jeanne. The two of them were breathing heavily, enjoying the afterglow of the intense exercise. Their bodies were still connected, unwilling to separate.

"Are you comfortable?" Wang Chong asked softly, stroking Jeanne's sweaty back.

Black Jeanne nodded, her face still flushed from the orgasm. Wang Chong breathed a sigh of relief and slowly withdrew from Black Jeanne's body. A turbid white fluid immediately flowed down her vagina, dripping onto the bedsheets. Black Jeanne couldn't help but look down at the place where they were connected, watching the turbid fluid slowly flow out of her body. After the passion passed, Black Jeanne, now somewhat sober, became even more embarrassed by the scene. She buried her head in Wang Chong's chest, not daring to speak.

"Rest for a while," Wang Chong said, gently kissing Black Jeanne's forehead. "Tonight's still a long night." Black Jeanne nodded shyly, burying her head deeper into his chest. She knew that tonight was destined to be a passionate and sleepless night. How could Wang Chong only feast on such a lovely and sweet Black Jeanne once? He must savor her beauty, repeatedly exploring every bit of her.

Outside the window, the moonlight is still bright. Inside the room, a new round of conquest is quietly unfolding...

As Wang Chong once again entered Black Jeanne's body, a new round of intense battle officially began. Black Jeanne moaned with pleasure, enthusiastically responding to the attacks of her beloved man. The two lay in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined, lost in this sweet night.

Moonlight flowed quietly like water in front of the wide French windows. The curtains fluttered, dimly illuminating the two figures entangled on the bed.

Wang Chong gently stroked Hei Zhen's smooth back, feeling the delicate warmth and tenderness of her skin. He slowly shifted his body, shifting to a sideways angle. This angle allowed his desire to more easily reach the small ridge deep within the vagina, providing Hei Zhen with even greater stimulation.

"It's so comfortable here..." Black Jeanne narrowed her eyes and tilted her neck back, enjoying it. Her long white hair spread out on the bed, blending seamlessly with her snow-white skin.

Wang Chong held Hei Zhen's waist with one hand, while his other hand slid restlessly towards her breast. He pinched a cherry-red nipple between his fingers and gently rubbed it. The tip of Hei Zhen's nipple quickly became erect, pressing hard against his palm.

"Ah...don't..." Black Jeanne refused hypocritically, but her body unconsciously moved towards Wang Chong's palm.

Wang Chong smiled and increased his strength, speeding up his thrusts. Their breathing became increasingly rapid, and their sweat soaked the sheets beneath them.

"Let's change positions." Wang Chong suggested, gently patting Black Jeanne's butt.

Black Jeanne obediently turned over and lay on her stomach on the bed. This position allowed her man to penetrate deeper and better appreciate her graceful curves. Wang Chong grasped Black Jeanne's breasts from behind and squeezed them vigorously. At the same time, he thrust his lower body vigorously, each thrust hitting Black Jeanne's buttocks with a dull sound.

"Mmm... too deep..." Black Jeanne spoke with difficulty, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her back was already drenched in sweat, glistening alluringly in the moonlight. Wang Chong leaned down and kissed the back of Black Jeanne's neck. His tongue swirled nimbly, leaving ambiguous wet marks.

Over the next few hours, Wang Chong and Hei Zhende tried many different positions. Sometimes they sat face to face, embracing each other, sometimes with the woman on top and the man on the bottom, each taking control. Sometimes he pressed Hei Zhende against the windowsill, admiring the curves of her snow-white back. Sometimes he lifted her up, letting her hang from him, and then walked back and forth across the room...

With each change of position, Wang Chong would carefully savor Black Jeanne's graceful body. He caressed her soft flesh and kneaded her plump buttocks; he kissed her slender neck and sucked on her round earlobe. Sweat soaked their bodies, adding extra lubrication to their touch.

"No... it's too sensitive there...!" Black Jeanne panted, her delicate, cherry-red breasts aroused by Wang Chong's various arousals. Her body trembled slightly from the constant stimulation, her vagina continuously secreting fluids, soaking the floor. Their bodies fit tightly together like conjoined twins, each thrust bringing ultimate pleasure. His lower body moved rhythmically, moving back and forth within the tight passage.

Black Jeanne couldn't help but throw her head back and scream. Her hair was scattered over her shoulders, a few strands clinging to her forehead. Her flushed face made her look incredibly sexy. The sound of their panting and the clashing of flesh echoed in the air, filling the room with the thick scent of hormones. Sweat dripped from their bodies, leaving small wet spots on the carpet.

Wang Chong increased his speed, each thrust slamming hard against the tightly closed door of Black Jeanne. He could clearly see his desire surging in and out of the young girl, and the visual stimulation only heightened his excitement. "I... I've reached... my limit again!" Black Jeanne screamed, reaching her peak again, her sixth time in the past few hours. The layers of soft flesh began to contract violently, tightly wrapping around the desire that was devouring Wang Chong.

At the same time, Wang Chong's patience had reached its limit. With a low roar, he penetrated Black Jeanne one last time, pouring all of his essence into the girl's body.

"Ha...ha..." Both of them returned to the bed panting and collapsed, unable to calm down for a long time. The turbid liquid slowly flowed out from the flower path that could not be closed, sliding down the base of Jeanne d'Arc's thighs.

Wang Chong let out a long sigh, then leaned over and pulled Black Jeanne into his arms. The two of them were naked, their bodies pressed together. Black Jeanne's head rested on Wang Chong's shoulder, and the tip of his nose was filled with the unique masculine scent of a man. "Are you tired?" Wang Chong asked softly, his large hand gently soothing the girl's back.

Black Jeanne shook her head with a tired smile on her face: "Not tired at all, it feels so good to be with you."

Wang Chong lowered his head and placed a kiss on Black Jeanne's forehead, saying earnestly, "I will always cherish you, Black Jeanne."

Black Jeanne said nothing, simply huddling closer to Wang Chong's chest before closing her beautiful eyes. But the satisfied, reassured smile on her face was already the perfect response. The two of them quietly savored this rare moment of tranquility, eventually drifting off to sleep. The lovers, fresh from a passionate affair, embraced each other as they slept, both beaming with happiness.

Chapter 192: Dream Reappearance (Part 1)

Late at night, Irisviel lay in her bed, unable to fall asleep. The events of the past two days had truly consumed her. She tossed and turned, unable to rest peacefully.

Her heart remained fixed on the fortress above, concerned for her daughter, whose fate lay uncertain. After a series of misfortunes and setbacks, Irisviel suddenly realized that her time in that cramped castle had actually been the most unfettered she'd ever been. She didn't have to worry about external intrigues, betrayal, or anxiety, and she certainly didn't feel the heartache and helplessness she felt now.

She was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper and could never truly understand why things had come to this point... Could she really escape unscathed from the vortex of the Holy Grail War?

"Go to sleep... As long as I fall asleep, I can forget all the pain." Irisviel comforted herself in this way, trying hard not to think about those painful things and forcing herself to fall asleep.

"But... can dreams really make me feel at peace... and forget the pain?" Irisviel narrowed her eyes slightly, and she suddenly remembered the two "nightmares" she had the previous two nights. She felt that no matter in reality or in dreams, she could not escape the pain, as if this Holy Grail War was the suffering destined for her.

For a long time... a long time... a belated weariness finally settled on Irisviel's face. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she finally drifted off to sleep. At this moment, a wisp of black energy slowly emerged from Irisviel's chest, enveloping her entire body.

……

"Um... ahaha... what's wrong with me?"

Irisviel opened her eyes slightly in a daze. She felt her body temperature rising, as if she were in a hot spring. It felt comfortable and light. Something was pressing against her, and a constant feeling of joy and satisfaction was transmitted to her groggy brain.

"Ah... so comfortable! Am I in heaven? No... I was sleeping. Why am I here?" As Irisviel regained consciousness, she realized something was amiss, and her blurry vision began to clear. The surroundings were pitch black, yet somehow familiar. It was at this moment that Irisviel finally discovered the "thing" pressing down on her.

"Eh... Mr. Caster?" The moment she whispered the name, Irisviel's cloudy eyes cleared up completely. She finally knew where she was.

"Wait, Cas... Oooh!!" And because Irisviel was now fully conscious, the pleasure she felt from the thrusts was instantly magnified. The intense friction between the layers of soft flesh caused the stimulation, leaving Irisviel speechless.

Irisviel finally realized two things. First, she was indeed in a dream. Second, if her predictions were correct, her current dream was a continuation of her previous one.

It was precisely because of this that he and Wang Chong were doing what was happening right now.

"Hurry... stop it, Ca... No, Mr. Wang Chong!" Irisviel wanted to resist, but the pleasure and excitement in her body made it impossible for her to even move. She even unconsciously locked her legs around his waist, wanting him to penetrate her even deeper, to disturb her.

Not to mention physical resistance, under the constant pleasure and stimulation washing over the brain, even the consciousness began to have a different voice: "Wouldn't it be nice to sink into it like this? The outside world is already painful, why not enjoy it to the fullest in dreams?"

"It's just a dream anyway, I don't take it seriously... Besides, Mr. Wang Chong in real life has always been so kind to me, so even if he really did something like that, I can still forgive him, right?"

"Let's just leave it at that. Wasn't this the punishment I deserved in my dream? Do you really want Mr. Wang Chong to continue suffering?"

...Thoughts like these lingered in her mind, unable to be shaken off. It was precisely because of this that Irisviel felt like a frog being boiled in warm water. The longer she waited, the more she couldn't extricate herself. Well, extrication in every sense of the word.

Irisviel's mind wavered between desire and reason, her body completely out of control, completely absorbed in the intense intercourse. Wang Chong's movements grew increasingly fierce, each one seeming to penetrate her.

"Don't... don't go on..." Irisviel muttered words of refusal, yet she felt no resistance at all. Instead, her limbs tightly wrapped around Wang Chong, yearning for deeper, more intense pleasure. Even her voice revealed an infinite allure.

Wang Chong leaned over and took Irisviel's earlobe in his mouth. A wicked glint flashed in his eyes as he murmured softly, "Even though you're saying no, you're biting even tighter down there."

Upon hearing this, Irisviel felt even more ashamed. Even though she knew it was a dream, even though she knew the man before her had been completely aroused and no longer resembled the original Wang Chong, Irisviel could not deny the real sensations coming from her body, nor could she refuse the pleasure he was bringing her. Her vagina contracted even tighter, and a warm, clear spring gushed out continuously, thoroughly soaking the connection between them.

"I'm tired... so tired... I don't want to think about those things anymore... let it be." Irisviel's rationality was finally overwhelmed by desire. Rather, after suffering such a series of blows, Irisviel's mind and spirit had long been fragile, reaching a point of despair, wanting to vent her pain completely. Meanwhile, Irisviel, having lost her support, desperately longed for someone new to rely on. It was clear that Illya could only serve as a spiritual pillar, not a reliable support.

Wang Chong's primal, bestial behavior completely awakened the animal instinct buried deep within her humanity, causing Irisviel to unconsciously rely on Wang Chong, both in reality and in her dreams. This was because he was the only male Irisviel could currently spend extended time with. In other words, Irisviel had been quietly taken advantage of.

"Mmm... Mmm..." As another climax arrived, Irisviel moaned sweetly, her entire body trembling in spasms. Wang Chong didn't stop there, instead increasing his speed and beginning a new sprint.

"Wait... wait a minute! Let me rest... Ouch!" Irisviel pleaded weakly, but Wang Chong only treated her more roughly. His intense desire was like a pile driver, rapidly thrusting in and out, nearly bringing her to the peak each time.

After an unknown amount of time, Irisviel lost count of how many times she had climaxed. She felt a surge of heat gushing out of her body once again. At the same time, Wang Chong let out a low roar, spreading his scorching seeds of desire all over the place where Illya once lived.

As the two embraced, panting, Irisviel's mind went blank, losing even the ability to think. Watching the evil spirits emanating from the dim surroundings, listening to the howling of resentful spirits, she knew this nightmarish "punishment" was far from over. More and more intense humiliation awaited her... Yet, the corners of Irisviel's mouth curved slightly, and she gazed directly at the man who constantly brought her pleasure.

When did my mind start to break...?

Chapter 193: Dream Reappearance (Part 2)

Groggy and dazed... until the water dripped on his face, the man who was blamed for the entire Holy Grail War - Emiya Kiritsugu finally woke up from his coma.

In that moment of half-awake consciousness, Emiya Kiritsugu quickly adjusted himself and focused his attention. Instantly, thoughts surged through his mind like waves crashing against the shore. Emiya Kiritsugu quickly recalled the scene before he lost consciousness, when he had forcibly used the Three-Stroke Command Seal to force Artoria to assassinate Tōsaka Tokiomi. He believed that if he could eliminate the ringleader, all the rumors would be refuted.

Unfortunately, all this failed. Not only because of Saber's resistance and the sudden appearance of Berserker to stop him, but more importantly, Caster had managed to abruptly sever his Servant relationship with Saber. This forcibly interrupted the effects of his Command Spells and also caused him to suffer a certain degree of backlash.

The smell of blood he vomited from his wounds also caught Hassan, who was also hidden in the wind and sand. Ultimately, he was unable to escape this time and was captured directly. When Kiritsugu Emiya fell into a coma, his last thought was: I was just one step short after all. Did I lose this Holy Grail War?

Now, after regaining consciousness, Emiya Kiritsugu was first surprised that he was not dead, and then he was even more surprised to find that he did not seem to be tied up and being interrogated.

"you're awake."

"who!"

Just as Emiya Kiritsugu was wondering what situation he was in, a voice rang out in the dim environment, which immediately aroused Emiya Kiritsugu's vigilance. He instinctively wanted to draw his gun, but found that his weapon had already disappeared.

"Don't be nervous. If I had any ill intentions towards you, you'd already be a corpse." The hoarse voice came again, making it impossible for Emiya Kiritsugu to tell who it was. He only heard Emiya Kiritsugu say in a deep voice: "You are hiding your head and showing your tail. What on earth do you want to do?"

"Cha-"

A flame lit up in the darkness, and the owner of the hoarse voice lit the oil lamp with a burning match. In the light of the oil lamp, Emiya Kiritsugu squinted his eyes, finally taking in the appearance of the person coming and the surrounding environment.

No wonder water was dripping on my face. Wasn't this the sewer channel of Fuyuki City? I used to wander through these sewer areas frequently to avoid those Hassans.

As for the other party, Emiya Kiritsugu only saw a guy wearing a cloak, his whole body covered tightly, with the words "bad intentions" almost written on his body.

"Cooperate with me and kill someone together." said the mysterious man whose face was unknown.

"You... yes, you're the alien Assassin Servant who appeared on the first night." At this moment, Emiya Kiritsugu finally remembered. Wasn't he the one who had caused him to be blamed in the first place? If he hadn't fired that shot that affected his judgment, how could he have been associated with these so-called aliens and been blamed as the leader of an alien Master?

As if sensing Emiya Kiritsugu's hostility and murderous intent, the mysterious man sneered and said, "Oh, you don't still believe in the so-called alien servants and alien masters, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked in a deep voice.

"Those messy servants have only had one Master from the beginning to the end - Caster, the guy who was regarded as a normal servant by you people. All of you have been deceived by him." said the mysterious man.

……

As the mysterious Assassin revealed the truth, Wang Chong, as if deeply moved, moved forward in a certain direction, his eyes narrowed slightly. Ever since practicing the art of qi reading, he had become innately sensitive to so-called destiny and fate. He could sense that the trajectory of events was beginning to shift.

"Hehe, maybe that restrained henchman has started to cause trouble. I'm actually looking forward to seeing what other tricks you guys will come up with." Wang Chong had already left a backup plan for those two guys. Even if they could really come up with some kind of reversal, they would fail at some critical moment.

Afterwards, Wang Chong no longer cared about those things. He was more focused on the things in front of him, focusing on his white-haired wife who was half-kneeling under him, doing the cleaning work and serving him.

[Eye of Depravity: Irisviel's current Depravity value: 90%; Irisviel's current Favorability: 70.]

"The further you go, the more difficult it becomes to improve, but the effect is quite good. I'm afraid some people have never seen their wives like this in their entire lives." Wang Chong thought to himself as he pressed Irisviel's head and let her suck on his treasure.