The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

Wang Chong slowly thrust his fingers in and out, and Irisviel began to twist her waist and pant in response to his movements. Wang Chong increased the speed of his fingers, sometimes bending them, sometimes rotating them, stimulating Irisviel to the utmost, making her more and more addicted and her rationality faded further and further.

"I can't... I'm... I'm reaching my climax..." Irisviel's voice grew louder and louder, and her body began to convulse uncontrollably. Wang Chong felt a warm current gushing out of Irisviel's body, wetting his fingers.

"Ma'am, you're really sensitive." Wang Chong pulled his fingers out and admired Irisviel's appearance after she reached the top. Irisviel collapsed on the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, and she let out unconscious moans.

This was the result of Irisviel's degradation level reaching 96%. Her body was completely unable to resist Wang Chong and could be easily manipulated to the extreme.

At this moment, Wang Chong also released his already surging desire. He held Irisviel's legs and slowly pushed his penis into her moist vagina.

"Ah—" Irisviel cried out in surprise. The afterglow of her orgasm, and Wang Chong's somewhat rough entry, were causing her pain. She subconsciously tried to close her legs, but Wang Chong forcibly spread them apart. Feeling the pleasure of being tightly encased, Wang Chong began to move slowly.

The pain Irisviel felt gradually subsided, and she began to gasp in ambiguous pleasure. It was perhaps more accurate to say that after the painful education she had received in her dreams, Irisviel had long since grown accustomed to, and even relished, the pain inflicted by the other person.

Wang Chong continued to hold Irisviel's slender waist, slowly but firmly exploring deeper. Irisviel sighed with satisfaction, her legs subconsciously wrapping around Wang Chong's waist. Wang Chong felt the warmth and tightness enveloping him, a feeling that made him unable to stop.

"Great... a little deeper..." Irisviel moaned unbearably, her body twisting and turning with Wang Chong's movements. Wang Chong increased his speed, thrusting deep into her every time, causing Irisviel to shudder.

"Great, my wife is so tight inside... It doesn't look like she's ever given birth." Wang Chong exclaimed in pleasure, his movements gradually speeding up. Hearing Wang Chong's praise, Irisviel became even more excited, moaning in time with his rhythm, her hands scratching at the sheets.

"Woo! There! Right there! A little further in... Ah!" Irisviel was completely caught in a vortex of desire, muttering words she would normally never utter. Wang Chong, fueled by Irisviel's words and the love elixir, was also aroused, and he thrust forward even harder.

"Madam, you are melting me inside." Wang Chong panted softly.

Upon hearing this, Irisviel couldn't contain her joy. She tried to match Wang Chong's movements, trying to better accept him. Wang Chong sensed her enthusiasm and worked even harder.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, the pumping of water, and the chorus of their moans. Irisviel's legs were tightly wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, her ankles crossed, enduring each increasingly violent thrust.

As the two engaged in prolonged intercourse, a rich, hormonal aroma filled the room. The nectar secreted from Irisviel's flower hole mixed with Wang Chong's mucus, creating a unique scent. Sweat soaked both of their bodies, evaporating as it carried away heat and exuded an even stronger scent. Throughout this process, Wang Chong sent Irisviel to climax several times, her voice growing hoarse and high-pitched.

The gurgling sound of water and the clatter of bodies colliding echoed one after another, accompanied by Irisviel's moans and Wang Chong's growls, forming a symphony. Even through the black fog, Altria and Jeanne could hear the noises, their faces flushing and their heartbeats accelerating.

"How could it be so long? Doesn't it say that it usually takes 5 minutes, and at most 10 minutes? Is it true? It's almost half an hour now? Is there something wrong with what is written in the book, or is there something wrong with my judgment of time?" Altria couldn't help but think.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Ellie to make those noises... Is that truly pleasurable? Can I endure it?" Jeanne swallowed, unsure if she could endure. Not long ago, Letitia had been rather embarrassed and indignant, hesitant to agree. But after listening to those noises for so long, whether out of curiosity or some other factor, she instinctively agreed.

The pink mist, covered by the black mist, was constantly inhaled into the mouths and noses of the two women. Unknowingly, the fire of desire of the two women finally accumulated to the right point.

Chapter 249: Leaving? It doesn’t matter, I just want to exercise (Part 3)

“Diarmait…Diarmait!”

A woman's voice brought Diarmait back to reality from his restless and lost thoughts. Diarmait saw Sora looking at him with a worried look on her face.

"I'm fine, Lady Sora. Don't be nervous, I'm just a little uneasy." Diarmuid said.

"It must be because this place is so strange. Those idiots, couldn't they wait for the powerful True Ancestor Princess to return before launching an attack? Why rush in now? And that Saber too, her Noble Phantasm could completely destroy this castle, so why did she just destroy the artillery? And..."

Sora's mouth was full of complaints, and Diarmait was used to hearing these. After all, every time Sora passed through an extremely dangerous room, he would complain like this for a while.

This was also Diarmait's fault for breaking his yellow spear, which greatly reduced his current strength. Although he tried his best to protect Sora and defeat his opponents every time, each victory was not easy and was full of dangers. This made Sora, who had basically never been exposed to the cruel battlefield, more panicked and weak.

Sora needed to vent, and Diarmait understood this, allowing him to lash out and insult him. Of course, Sora's insults weren't directed at Diarmait himself, but generally targeted those he recognized and respected. People like Altria, who shared his ideals, the farsighted Wang Chong, the Ruined King, and Iskandar, the seemingly foolish yet courageous, all suffered the consequences of Sora's rants.

"Oh, and Kenneth... This guy Kenneth, if he hadn't failed, why would he let me take risks in a place like this!" Sora even started to vent her anger on Kenneth, but she forgot that it was she who had instigated Kenneth's replacement on the battlefield.

"Madam Sora, our lord has become like that, why do you have to bring up the past again? Besides, didn't you volunteer to go to the battlefield?" Diarmuid couldn't help but speak after hearing Sora insulting Kenneth.

"I... uh... I don't want to either." Hearing that Diarmuid not only did not comfort her but blamed her instead, Sora felt extremely aggrieved and her voice was a little tearful.

Diarmait sighed, not knowing what to do. Furthermore, whenever he thought of his lord, he felt an inexplicable irritation that made him uneasy.

"My lord should be fine. After all, all the characters are here now, and as long as my lord stays in the base, there won't be any big problems." Diarmait thought.

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Elsewhere, in a room filled with black fog, a scene was about to reach its climax. Altria and Jeanne's faces were now flushed. As they listened to the increasingly raucous voices behind them, they began to imagine how Wang Chong would engage in sexual activity with Irisviel.

On the bed, Wang Chong's large hands gripped Irisviel's slender waist, holding her in place. He thrust deeply, using all his strength. Irisviel arched her back, her head tilted back, and a broken moan escaped her lips.

"Ugh! It's going to break...Ah!" Irisviel screamed incoherently, her body rocking back and forth. Hearing her screams, Wang Chong's movements became even more ferocious, as if he wanted to cram his entire body inside.

"Madam, look at the liquid under you. The bed is almost wet. Do you like my baby very much?" Wang Chong teased while moving in and out.

"Mmm... I like it... I like it, big baby... Harder... Ah!" Under the intense stimulation brought by the long-term exercise, Irisviel had long since abandoned her remaining reserve and loudly expressed her pleasure. Wang Chong was encouraged by her response and his movements became more wild.

"Ah! No! It's coming again... it's coming again!" Irisviel's voice was once again tinged with tears, and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Wang Chong felt the surrounding of his Noble Phantasm contract violently, and a warm current washed over it.

"I'm almost there too..." Wang Chong groaned, resisting the urge to unleash his magic power as he continued to thrust in and out vigorously. Before Irisviel's orgasm was over, a second wave of stimulation arrived, nearly causing her to faint.

"That's enough, I really can't take it anymore..." Irisviel said intermittently, looking at Wang Chong with tears in her eyes. Seeing this, Wang Chong finally slowed down his pace, giving Irisviel a chance to catch her breath and rest.

"Ah... This feels so good." Irisviel breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Wang Chong lowered his head and kissed away the tears from her eyes, while his Noble Phantasm continued to grind slowly inside her.

"Don't... don't rub there..." Irisviel panted, her voice filled with both pain and pleasure. Wang Chong knew that was the doorway to Illya's room, so he deliberately increased his strength, rubbing the soft flesh repeatedly.

"Oh... Really... I can't take it anymore... Please spare me..." Irisviel shook her head and begged, but her body arched involuntarily, longing for deeper contact.

Wang Chong didn't stop after hearing this; instead, he sped up, each time crushing the doorway. Alice soon lost herself in the ocean of pleasure, only instinct driving her to twist her waist.

"Ah! I'm... I'm going in!" Irisviel suddenly raised her neck and let out a high-pitched scream. Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm broke through the door's defenses and completely entered the room where Illya had been.

Wang Chong gasped, the intense, enveloping feeling nearly causing him to surrender. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to unleash his magic power as he adjusted to this new sensation.

Irisviel stared at the ceiling with confused eyes, moaning dreamily. Wang Chong adjusted his position and began to thrust slowly. Each deep thrust reached the softest part, bringing unparalleled satisfaction.

Afterwards, Wang Chong grabbed Irisviel's legs, which were as white as lotus roots, and placed them on his shoulders for a deeper communication.

"Really... I can't take it anymore! Forgive me... Please forgive me!" Irisviel cried out again, clutching the bed sheet tightly with both hands. However, Wang Chong completely ignored her pleas for mercy and instead increased his speed.

"No... No way!! Ouch!" Irisviel's body convulsed violently once more. This time, Wang Chong's patience had finally reached its limit. He slammed into the flesh of Illya's room one last time, releasing thick magic power. A white torrent shot out from his Noble Phantasm, completely filling the small room.

"Ha...ha..." Irisviel gasped, staring blankly at the ceiling. Wang Chong slowly withdrew his Noble Phantasm, and milky white liquid immediately flowed out of Irisviel's swollen well.

"Who's next? Well, let them choose for themselves." Wang Chong looked at the backs of Altria and Jeanne, and then said, "You two, Mrs. Ellie is done. Have you made your decision?"

After hearing the noise subside, the two women knew it was their turn. Altria spoke up, "Let me go first. Jeanne has someone else inside her. Even if she makes a choice, she'll need more time to mentally prepare."

"Eh? Okay then..." Joan of Arc didn't really care who went first or last. She had to do it anyway. Since Artoria took the lead, she didn't care much and just gave the next position to Artoria.

Artoria nodded and walked towards the bed. When she reached the window and looked at the scene before her, she couldn't help but gasp. The bed was in a mess, with liquid splashing everywhere.

Irisviel's pure white body was covered in many kiss marks, and thick white milk continued to flow from her vagina. As for her expression, it was incomparably intoxicated and charming. Altria had never imagined Irisviel would show such an expression.

For a moment, Artoria couldn't help but become nervous. While swallowing her saliva, she looked at the extremely strong man - Wang Chong.

"Black... Black Dragon!" Suddenly, Altria's gaze was drawn to something. The shock she felt was no less than when she had just seen Irisviel's appearance.

"If I go in... I'll die, right?" Suddenly, the invincible and supremely confident Knight King began to doubt his own strength. Could Britain's red dragon subdue the black dragon within the black fog?

Chapter 250: Leaving? It doesn’t matter, I just want to exercise (Part 4)

After Wang Chong finished dealing with Irisviel, it was finally Altria's turn. Wang Chong studied Altria's face, a surge of emotion welling up in his heart. After all, Altria was the most popular of the four female protagonists in Type-Moon. Her face was undoubtedly etched in Wang Chong's mind. In a sense, Altria was one of Wang Chong's earliest favorite 2D wives.

And now, she sat quietly beside the bed, a blush on her delicate face, her emerald green eyes gazing at him, a hint of spring and ambiguity. With her hair tied up with a blue ribbon, she looked so gentle, dignified and beautiful.

Wang Chong gazed at Altria's delicate face, which was gradually flushing. He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. The feeling of her cold skin against the warmth of his chest was as smooth and smooth as jade, intoxicating. They stood face to face, their eyes locked, their breathing audible. Wang Chong slowly lowered his head, his lips softly pressing against Altria's.

Altria shuddered. This was her first kiss, and she had never imagined giving it under such circumstances. But soon, as Wang Chong skillfully teased her, her body gradually relaxed. Wang Chong's tongue deftly pried open her teeth and delved into her moist, warm mouth, entwining and sliding between them, sucking and savoring each other's flavors. Altria clumsily responded, gradually losing herself in this unfamiliar intimacy.

"Is this what a kiss feels like? Your body is so hot...and the touch in your mouth...and the smell is so strong. It feels so weird...is that why Ellie made that sound just now?" It was the first time that Altria was kissed, and the burning sensation made her feel like she was swallowing fire even when she was breathing.

During the minute-long kiss, Wang Chong didn't just sit there and do nothing. He wrapped one arm around Altria's slender waist, while the other roamed her back, feeling the silky smoothness of her curves. Altria's hands unconsciously climbed onto Wang Chong's broad shoulders, trembling slightly. Their bodies pressed closer and closer, until they were tightly embraced, leaving no gap between them.

Wang Chong's palm slid down Altria's graceful neckline, caressing her slightly perky breasts, kneading the soft, elastic flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. Altria couldn't help but let out a low moan, her body unconsciously leaning closer to him. Wang Chong lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe, his warm breath caressing the sensitive concha of her ear, causing a tingling sensation.

"Relax, leave it to me." Wang Chong's deep, magnetic voice echoed in his ears, like the whisper of a demon, yet filled with allure and a sense of security. Altria's dazed gaze fell on Wang Chong's angular features. Whether it was Wang Chong's usual reliable image or the amplified effect of the love potion, an inexplicable trust welled up in her heart.

Wang Chong leaned in for another kiss, and Altria's heartbeat quickened as she felt his scorching heat. She clumsily responded to his kiss, her small, clove-like tongue awkwardly plunging into his mouth. Wang Chong guided this innocent young bird, sucking tenderly and exchanging their saliva.

As the passionate kiss continued, Altria's body gradually heated up, her limbs becoming limp and weak. Wang Chong gently stroked her soft golden hair, sometimes brushing against her earlobe, sometimes sliding down her neck. Each touch made Altria tremble, and a charming low moan escaped her lips.

"Hmm... well... I thought it was no big deal... but it turned out to be so unbearable. Is this what love is like? This feeling is truly incredible. Can I... can I really endure it?" For a moment, Artoria felt a little unsure again. She had originally sworn that it would just be a quickie, but now this strange yet comfortable feeling made her feel both happy and a little scared.

Wang Chong freed his hands and slowly untied the blue ribbon from Altria's chest. The neckline of her battle dress gradually loosened, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. Wang Chong's lips traced down her neck, gently biting her collarbone, leaving behind a trail of pink marks.

Altria felt her clothes gradually peel away, feeling both eager and shy. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling. When the last covering fell, her perfect body was revealed to Wang Chong.

"Is it finally starting? Ugh... just naked like this." Altria suppressed her shyness and stared at Wang Chong. She didn't know what he was going to do next.

Wang Chong's gaze was like a raging fire, searing Altria's scorching skin. He gently caressed every inch of her smooth flesh, causing her to tremble slightly. When his fingers reached the cherry-red hue of her snowy peak, Altria couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wait...wait a minute...that place...is not okay..."

Wang Chong turned a deaf ear to him and first used his palms to drag the pair of plump and perky white breasts from bottom to top. After gently grabbing and kneading them, he lowered his head and took one of the cherry-red ones into his mouth, and began to lick it in circles with his tongue.

"Ouch! What is this... feeling? How can it be so... like an electric shock. Is Mr. Wang Chong playing a trick on me with his thunder magic? Or what's going on?" Altria squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body tensing. A tingling sensation like an electric current coursed through her, and she couldn't help but let out a few low moans. Her mind told her to stop this intimate act, but her body's reaction went against her will.

"How could this be... this... so strange..." Altria muttered to herself, trying to comprehend this unfamiliar pleasure. Her childhood education had taught her little about sexual relations, and she had no idea how to react.

Wang Chong heard Altria's whisper and a smile played on his lips. He knew that this innocent Knight King would soon fall prey to the whirlpool of desire. His fingers gently kneaded the other red cherry, while his lips focused on savoring the gradually hardening red cherry in his mouth.

"Ugh...don't...don't do that..." Altria's voice trembled, and her hands helplessly scratched at the bedsheets. She felt something stirring deep inside her body, as if it would explode at any moment.

Wang Chong glanced up at Altria, seeing her flushed face and hazy eyes. He knew the time had come. He released the red cherry from his mouth and began kissing Altria's collarbone, moving his kiss down to the mountain stream.

"Ah!" Artoria cried out in surprise as she touched that area, her legs instinctively clamping together. She wanted to resist, yet she also vaguely anticipated the unknown experience that would follow. The inner conflict left her at a loss, and she could only close her eyes tightly, escaping reality.

Wang Chong patiently spread Altria's legs and admired the beauty before him. Then, he extended his tongue and gently licked the small pearl.

"Mm... no... there... no..." Altria shuddered, pushing Wang Chong's head away with both hands. Intense pleasure washed over her virgin body, making her feel as if she were floating in the clouds, a state of ecstasy. This unprecedented experience brought her extreme pleasure, but also a certain fear.

It was a bit ridiculous. The Knight King, who had galloped through the battlefield without fear for his entire life, was now afraid of the normal pleasure between men and women. He even revealed an expression of unprecedented shyness, weakness, and a hint of panic. How could this still be the appearance of a knight who galloped through the battlefield, a king who had withstood all odds? He was clearly no different from an ordinary little girl.

Wang Chong took in all of this, feeling immense satisfaction, yet also a pang of heartache for the Knight King, who had shouldered everything since childhood. At that moment, Wang Chong began to understand Iskandar's feelings when he spoke those words. To place the weight of an entire era on such a weak girl—wasn't that a tragedy... a cause for regret?

Therefore, even though Altria resisted, Wang Chong ignored her refusal and continued to serve the young girl's flower with all his heart. He licked it, then sucked it, his nimble tongue lingering at the entrance. He wanted Altria to feel again the experience she was meant to enjoy.

Altria's body grew increasingly sensitive, and she could feel a warm current gathering in her lower abdomen. Her remaining rationality told her to stop this ridiculous game, but her body honestly responded to Wang Chong's caresses. Of course, perhaps there was also a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat; after all, she had said she could accept it all.

"Mmm...ah...I can't...something's coming..." Altria's moans became more and more delicate, and her legs clamped uncontrollably around Wang Chong's head. She felt dizzy, as if her soul was about to be taken away by Wang Chong.

Wang Chong felt the girl's vagina begin to contract, knowing she was about to reach her climax. He increased the speed of his tongue, focusing on the pearl hidden above the vagina.

"Ahhhhh—" Altria let out a high-pitched scream, her body suddenly arching. A stream of warm liquid gushed out, splashing all over Wang Chong's face. Her first climax in her life arrived so suddenly.

Altria gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed, her eyes unfocused. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The sheer exhilaration she'd experienced was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Though a tinge of shame and guilt still lingered within her, her body had memorized the exquisite sensation.

Wang Chong wiped the liquid from his face and looked at the beautiful painting before him with satisfaction. He leaned down and gently kissed Altria's forehead. The girl's sensitive body was still trembling slightly in response to his touch.

"How does it feel to reach the summit for the first time?" Wang Chong asked in a low voice, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Altria blushed with shame and turned her head away from him. Despite this, she could still feel Wang Chong's thick penis in her lower body and wondered what would happen next. Fear and anticipation intertwined, leaving her with a mixture of emotions.

Chapter 251: Leaving? It doesn’t matter, I just want to exercise (V)

"Da da da da da-"

"Shhhhh-"

The sounds of gunfire and flying knives rang out, and one small monster after another fell in a pool of blood. After killing the monsters coldly, Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the mysterious man. This Heroic Spirit was very powerful. He had defeated more than half of the monsters with his flying knives.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu knew one thing: this wasn't the enemy's greatest strength. According to previous intelligence sources, the enemy was best at using modern firearms. However, from the moment he entered the Hanging Garden until now, trapped in the underground maze and fighting the monsters, he had never seen the enemy use firearms, instead always relying on cold weapons.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu could also tell that the cold weapon the other party was using was also a modern-style saber. It seemed that the intelligence was correct. The other party should be a famous mercenary killer in modern times or a figure related to the military. Unfortunately, even after narrowing the search area, Emiya Kiritsugu still couldn't find out who the other party was.

Furthermore, why was the other party so determined to kill Wang Chong? Although the other party's explanation, combined with the information Maiya had secretly provided him while undercover at Wang Chong's residence, had already made Emiya Kiritsugu 70% convinced that Wang Chong was the mastermind, he didn't believe the other party would act out of a so-called "mission." In particular, the other party's concealment of his power further intensified Emiya Kiritsugu's suspicions.

"Maiya, are you okay?" Now, to some extent, apart from Maiya, Emiya Kiritsugu was truly alone. A demonic beast had just suddenly attacked, and Emiya Kiritsugu had just used up one of his inherent temporal controls and suffered a backlash, unable to immediately continue using them or move. It was Maiya who saved him, blocking the attack. Her arm and shoulder were clearly scratched by the sharp claws.

"I... am fine... Ooooooh!" Maiya frowned and bandaged the wound. Fortunately, the sharp claws of the demon beast did not contain any poison, otherwise the blow would have been fatal.

"Be careful. If it doesn't work, just hide your position here first. He and I will go explore the way and solve the problem in the next room." Emiya Kiritsugu warned.

"It's okay, I can hold on." Hisau Maiya stood up and said.

"Let's go... But I have to warn you, the deeper you go, the stronger the monsters will be. Of course, you can also choose to let me explore the way. After I finish dealing with the rooms at the back, you can follow me." After the mysterious servant finished speaking, he continued to walk towards the open door in front.

"This guy really isn't using his full strength. Is he saying that because he doesn't want to use his strength in front of me?" Emiya Kiritsugu pondered for a moment before nodding and following. Hisau Maiya's eyes flashed a strange light as she continued walking. The three, each with their own agenda, continued on their journey.

……

Elsewhere, after a round of peaks, Wang Chong knew that Altria was ready to enter, at least physically. Then, Wang Chong noticed that Altria seemed to be staring at his black dragon, so he teased, "How about touching it first?"

Altria swallowed. After experiencing the climax, she felt her head was groggy and she unconsciously wanted to listen to the words of the person in front of her. So she propped herself up and grasped the huge object with both hands.

"This... this is too much." Artoria wanted to say that this was already heavier than the hilt of the Sword of Promised Victory. After all, at least Artoria could hold the hilt with one hand, but now holding the black dragon was a bit difficult, almost impossible.

"!" Suddenly, Artoria felt the black dragon jumping, which scared her. It was the first time she observed this phenomenon.

Wang Chong laughed heartily and began to approach Altria. He placed the black dragon at the entrance of the British red dragon. Now was the time for the black dragon to invade the red dragon.

Having personally verified the power of the black dragon, Altria felt a surge of panic in her heart. She couldn't help but say, "Wait... wait a minute, Mr. Wang Chong."