The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"What's wrong? Knight King?" Wang Chong stopped moving forward and asked in confusion.

"I... I'm a little... scared." Altria said with some difficulty.

"Pfft." This made Wang Chong burst into laughter. He said, "Knight King, you're not even afraid of swords, so why are you afraid of this? You're not going to tell me you're afraid of pain, are you?"

"It's not pain... it's... it's... I can't explain it." Obviously, Wang Chong's words also made Artoria feel a little embarrassed and angry. Of course, it was not directed at Wang Chong, but at herself for being so disappointing.

"It's come to this, we can't give up halfway, right?" Wang Chong said helplessly.

"Woo... wait, I got it! If you... if you just don't let me see it, maybe I won't be so resistant." Altria gritted her teeth and finally said.

This made Wang Chong even more amused. Artoria looked like a child who was afraid of injections. The parents could only cover the child's eyes to prevent the child from watching in order to alleviate the fear and pain.

Well, after all, isn't Wang Chong also preparing to give Altria an injection? It's just that his "needle" is only a little bit bigger.

"Okay, let's switch positions."

So Wang Chong changed his position, turning Altria over and laying her facedown on the bed. Altria's upper body was bent over the bed, her hands folded, her chin resting on them, her waist lowered, her hips raised high. This position allowed Wang Chong to enter her easily while avoiding direct contact with the terrifying giant.

Wang Chong stood behind Altria, admiring her graceful curves. He held Altria's slender waist while the black dragon in his lower body aimed at the entrance of the British red dragon. The massive dragon head gently rubbed against the wet petals.

"Mmm..." Altria couldn't help but moan, her body trembling slightly. She could feel the thick object slowly stretching her petals apart. The unknown pain and pleasure made her both afraid and excited.

Wang Chong found the right spot and slowly thrust his waist forward. The dragon head pushed through the layers of soft flesh, exploring deeper with difficulty. Artoria bit her lip, trying to endure the pain that was about to come.

"Are you ready?" Wang Chong blew into Altria's ear, causing her to shudder.

"Relax and leave it to me, okay?" Wang Chong continued to whisper in Altria's ear while gently kissing the back of her neck.

Altria nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to relax. At this moment, Wang Chong suddenly thrust forward, his thick and long penis completely plunging into the girl's vagina.

"Ah—" Altria groaned in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. A sharp, tearing pain shot through her lower body, her abdomen tightened in pain, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Chong paused and tenderly kissed Altria's back. Bright red blood slowly flowed from the point where they were joined, dripping like a thin red thread onto the pristine white sheets. A vibrant red plum blossom blossomed on the plain white canvas, a silent testament to their union.

Altria gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her lower body. She could clearly feel the hot, hard thing inside her, and every slight pulsation made her tremble uncontrollably.

"Relax, it's okay." Wang Chong soothed her softly, his palm gently stroking Altria's smooth back. He could feel Altria's girlish body trembling slightly, like a frightened animal.

After a few minutes, Altria gradually adjusted to the foreign object in her body. She turned back to look at Wang Chong, her voice still trembling, "I... I feel much better... You... can move..."

Wang Chong received permission and began to thrust slowly. Each time he withdrew, a little tender flesh turned outward, and then he thrust deeply in, as if to completely fuse the two of them into one.

"Hmm...ah..." Altria couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The initial pain had subsided, replaced by an indescribable soreness and numbness. She could feel the thick object pounding inside her, each impact seeming to penetrate the deepest part.

Chapter 252: Leaving? It doesn’t matter, I just want to exercise (VI)

Semiramis sat on the throne, surveying the various areas of the Hanging Gardens. Currently, with the exception of Jeanne d'Arc, who had been drawn into the inherent barrier and whose details were currently unknown, all of her Servants had already encountered their opponents.

The most stressful pairing was undoubtedly that of Aika Sakaki and Atalanta. Although Aika Sakaki had initially used her prepared magic, in conjunction with Atalanta, to deliver a powerful blow to Gilgamesh, causing him considerable damage, the gap in combat experience became increasingly apparent as the battle progressed.

Gilgamesh, who was being kite-beaten repeatedly because of his anger, regained his rationality as the battle lasted longer. He gradually became calmer as he kept controlling the rhythm of the battle. As one treasure after another that could restrain the two of them was taken out, the two of them gradually became more exhausted.

"Fortunately, Atalanta's greatest characteristic is speed. Her high mobility can not only hold Gilgamesh back, but also because her arrow shooting speed is faster than Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm shooting speed, she can effectively knock back most of the gate Noble Phantasms that have not shot out the King's Treasure. It's a pity that she can't stop Gilgamesh who has a defensive Noble Phantasm that is immune to projectiles." Semiramis said secretly.

"But the key to victory here isn't the battle between Gilgamesh and Atalanta, but the safety of Aika Sakaki. If Gilgamesh finds Aika Sakaki and attacks her, Atalanta will have no choice but to flee... Not good!" Semiramis's eyes suddenly glared as she saw Gilgamesh suddenly turn and throw a Noble Phantasm into a dark corner. Then she herself rushed in that direction.

And that place happened to be where Aika Shajo was hiding.

"Atalanta, stop him quickly! And you guys should prepare to evacuate! Mordred, prepare to attack." Semiramis immediately used magic to inform.

A common characteristic of magicians is their glass cannons, whether it's Aika Sajo or Semiramis. If a sneak attack succeeds, even a second-rate melee Servant is enough to kill these magicians.

After Gilgamesh discovered Aigo, Aigo could no longer hide in the dark and cast magic on Gilgamesh. Fighting openly was the most risky. Semiramis knew that the current mission was just to delay, not a real decisive battle, so she had planned to withdraw Atalanta and Aigo, who were in poor condition, and then have Mordred take over to fight a round-the-clock battle.

After informing everyone, Semiramis began to use her magic. The entire castle was under her control, and she could easily teleport people.

"Master, can't he be faster? He's been dawdling for how long? Tsk, I almost forgot, that guy is very persistent in this area. Damn, can't he take less time?" Semiramis complained in her heart, glanced at a screen shrouded in black mist, and then concentrated on performing magic.

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"A-choo...Who's scolding me?"

While Wang Chong was exercising, he suddenly felt something in his nose and sneezed several times in succession. The vibrations from the sneezes coincidentally bumped into several very sensitive spots in Altria's vagina, causing her body to tremble violently and she let out a soft moan, caught off guard.

"Mmmmm!" After letting out a soft moan, Altria quickly covered her mouth, feeling incredibly ashamed of making such a sound. Warm water flowed from the passage, washing over Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm.

Wang Chong carefully felt Altria's incredibly tight passage, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes. The passage he explored for the first time was tight and warm, layers of soft flesh tightly absorbing his treasure, and every entry and exit brought him unparalleled pleasure.

"Hiss—Saber, you're really tight inside, it's just... well, it's just like a vise." Wang Chong seemed to have thought of something, smiled playfully, and exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"What station... woo!"

Artoria was about to turn back, wondering what the vise he was talking about was, but Wang Chong suddenly increased his speed, thrusting in and out as deep as he could. Artoria's body was jolted forward by the impact, and if Wang Chong hadn't been holding her waist, she would have collapsed on the bed.

"Ah...slow down...it's too deep..." Altria tilted her neck back, frowning.

The intertwined sensations of pleasure and pain left her at a loss. She could feel the giant thing inside her growing stronger and stronger, as if it was about to penetrate her.

Wang Chong slowed down his pace upon hearing Altria's request. He held her waist with one hand, while the other reached down to knead her small nipple. Meanwhile, his Noble Phantasm slowly thrust in and out, each time withdrawing to the entrance before slowly pushing inwards to its deepest point.

"Hmm...ah..." Altria's moans grew sweeter, tinged with a hint of coquettishness. The pleasure emanating from her lower body grew stronger, the pain completely fading. She twisted her hips involuntarily, matching Wang Chong's movements.

"Do you like this position?" Wang Chong whispered in Altria's ear while moving rhythmically.

Altria's face flushed, and she was too embarrassed to answer the question. But she had to admit that this position was indeed very comfortable. With her hips raised high, she could clearly feel the shape and warmth of the huge thing; the strong hands clamped her waist, giving her a sense of security; the angle of entry from behind was just right to rub a sensitive spot, bringing unprecedented stimulation.

"If you don't tell me, I'll stop, okay?" Wang Chong teased deliberately.

"I like... I like it..." Altria whispered shyly, and then she regretted it a little, her cheeks reddening to the point of almost bleeding. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and she actually answered without thinking.

Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction and gave her a strong thrust as a reward. Altria let out a sweet moan, then, realizing she had spoken out of turn, twisted her hips even harder, trying to hide her shyness.

"You're so good... Then let me reward you, Saber." Wang Chong said, moving his hands to Altria's snowy peaks, kneading those two rather plump balls of snow. At the same time, the speed of the Noble Phantasm's entry and exit gradually increased.

"Wait... it's too fast. Slow... slow down, I can't... I can't stand it anymore!" There was a hint of begging in Altria's words, but there was also an indescribable joy in her words.

The black dragon galloped faster and faster, wantonly increasing its scorching aura within the red dragon's territory. The entire territory seemed to be melting under its scorching breath. Wave after wave of passion swept over her, and Artoria felt like a small boat drifting on the sea, threatened to capsize at any moment.

Wang Chong was also numbed by Altria's renowned Type-Moon Heavy Industry vise. He immediately pulled her hands up, forcing her upper body off the bed, while simultaneously intensifying his thrusts.

"Ah... I can't... I really can't... I can't..." Altria's voice was already tinged with tears, and her vision was blurred by tears. She felt dizzy, as if her soul was about to be knocked out of her body by Wang Chong.

Joan of Arc, who was not far away, also clearly heard the crying voice of Altria. She felt extremely dry in the mouth. After being influenced by the love elixir for a long time and having experienced the voices of desire from Irisviel and Altria, Joan of Arc felt that her mind was full of those spring scenes and she couldn't extricate herself.

Joan of Arc began to dig unconsciously. She had always had a good impression of Wang Chong, and as the love elixir gradually strengthened its effect, she was already imagining the interesting things that would happen between her and Wang Chong.

"It's... too amazing. Whether it's Mrs. Irisviel, who has long been a married woman, or the serious, upright and honorable Knight King. They were all made to make such obscene noises by Wang Chong in the end... Is it really that comfortable?" Joan of Arc swallowed her saliva and muttered.

Wang Chong increased his speed, each thrust bringing immense force and depth. His black dragon ravaged the British red dragon territory, releasing a shower of glistening fluid. Altria's moans grew louder, her reserve completely forgotten.

"Ah... so deep... so comfortable there..."

The sound of flesh colliding filled the entire room, mixed with the sound of water and the beautiful moans of women, forming a wonderful melody.

"Ah... I can't... I really can't... I can't..." Artoria begged, shaking her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt like she was being driven crazy by this endless pleasure, her mind like a taut string, ready to break at any moment.

Wang Chong remained unmoved, maintaining his high-speed pistoning motion. He reveled in the infinite pleasure brought by Altria's tight "vice," wishing he could immerse himself in the ecstasy forever.

Just when Artoria felt she was about to collapse, Wang Chong suddenly released her wrist. Artoria lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Wang Chong pressed down on her back, his muscular body enveloping the girl.

"I'm going to... make the final sprint." Wang Chong said breathlessly, his body moving faster and faster.

Altria could feel the Noble Phantasm within her body swell, and knew what was about to happen. Although she was a little frightened, she still obediently raised her hips, waiting for the moment to come.

Finally, Wang Chong let out a low roar, and with a few final, deep thrusts, the black dragon's head rammed directly into the red dragon's cradle of life. Streams of thick, scorching dragon breath gushed out, rushing into the cradle of life.

"Ah ...

Wang Chong lay on Altria's back, breathing heavily. His lower body remained inside her, unwilling to withdraw. Both of them were immersed in the afterglow of reaching the summit, unable to calm down for a long time.

After a long moment, Wang Chong reluctantly withdrew from Altria's body. A milky white fluid slowly flowed from the swollen petals, revealing the intense battle that had just taken place.

Altria turned over, her eyes dazed as she gazed at the thick black fog surrounding her. Her body was a mess, and her lower body was still trembling slightly. The aftereffects of the spell had not yet completely faded, and she was still in a trance.

"Is this... what love feels like?" Altria murmured to herself, a sweet smile on her face. She hadn't expected her first experience to be so unforgettable. That feeling of ultimate fulfillment and excitement was something she would never forget.

Chapter 253: Leaving? It doesn’t matter, I just want to exercise (Part 7)

Wang Chong asked Altria to rest for a while, then slowly began to walk towards the last candidate - Jeanne d'Arc.

"Mrs. Irisviel is still unconscious." When he came to Joan of Arc, Wang Chong said to her while looking at her with her back to him.

"!" The moment she heard Wang Chong's voice, Joan of Arc couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She knew that her moment had come.

"Altria is a little exhausted, but overall it doesn't affect the follow-up. Well, overall it's fine." Wang Chong said to himself, then raised his hand and pointed at Jeanne with a strange smile, saying, "Next is you, Jeanne."

Well, Wang Chong had been impulsively playing up the meme again, but to Jeanne, it was merely a reminder, perhaps even a spur to her indifference. So, after taking a deep breath, Jeanne turned, nodded at Wang Chong, and said, "I'm ready. Please use me, Wang Chong-kun."

"Jeanne, it sounds strange what you said..." Wang Chong was quite amused after hearing this. He then took Jeanne's hand and said, "Relax a little. You're the last one. You may not have seen the previous two people's process, but at least you've heard about it. You should be able to put your mind at ease."

"No... I'm completely worried... I feel like I'm turning into a different person in bed." Joan of Arc could only complain deep in her heart, but she still forced a smile and nodded, then prepared to follow Wang Chong to the bed.

Suddenly, Joan's heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed deeply. If it weren't for the black mist, you could even see white steam rising from her head. The slow-witted Joan only then noticed that Wang Chong was displaying his true manliness in front of her.

"Is that... a forearm?" Joan of Arc pointed at the thing under Wang Chong with some trembling. She seemed to understand why the Knight King suddenly asked if he could not look at this thing, and she felt scared.

Joan of Arc now feels scared when she sees it herself!

"Don't worry, Joan of Arc. If you're like Saber and don't dare to look, I can also change to a more suitable posture." Seeing Joan of Arc's expression, Wang Chong felt funny and proud at the same time. After all, men are like this in this regard, and they have a mentality of comparison and showing off.

"Who... who would be scared!" Joan of Arc swallowed her saliva and said reluctantly. Wang Chong did not expose her, but took Joan of Arc's hand and walked to the bedside.

As she approached the bed, Jeanne, like Altria before her, gasped at the sight. The filthy wife was needless to say, and beside her, Altria, now a more charming woman than anyone had ever seen, legs spread wide, a stream of white flowing out from the mountain stream. Not far away, a crimson plum blossom painting silently declared that her former purity had been taken.

Jeanne couldn't help but wonder, will she also show such a lewd expression like Irisviel and Altria later?

"Joan of Arc...you...you are here too?" Artoria looked at the person in front of her with blurry eyes and said breathlessly.

"King of Knights, how do you feel?" Joan of Arc asked subconsciously.

"It's great... It feels like being hungry and thirsty for three days, and then suddenly being surrounded by a lot of delicious food, and then having a full stomach. I feel like I'm drowning in happiness." As she said this, Altria couldn't help but touch her belly that had just been fed, with a hint of ambiguity in her eyes as she looked at the white stream.

"This... what kind of metaphor is this?" Joan of Arc felt her heart swell. She had originally thought she would be the last to appear, and should have been fully prepared. But now her thoughts were completely confused, and her head was already dizzy, so she didn't even notice she was being led to the bed and Wang Chong was starting to remove her boots.

It wasn't until Wang Chong's face moved closer, ready for a kiss, that the slow-witted Jeanne noticed. She quickly pressed down on Wang Chong's shoulders and said, "Wait... wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" Wang Chong looked at the other person patiently, his eyes very gentle.

"I keep feeling like all of this is... so strange, but I can't put my finger on it. Is what I'm doing right now really the right thing? But... Madam and the Knight King have already finished. Do you want me to give up halfway?" A thought flashed through Jeanne's mind, and then she shook her head, forced a smile, and said, "It's okay. I just hope Wang Chong-jun... can be a little gentler."

"Don't worry, Joan of Arc. I will give you an unforgettable experience. After all, we have been together for such a long time, and I like you very much." Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Eh? Is this...is this a confession? Ugh!"

While Joan of Arc was still slightly stunned and distracted by Wang Chong's confession, Wang Chong lowered his head and kissed her pink lips. His kiss was skillful and dominant, his tongue easily prying open Joan of Arc's teeth and plunging into her warm, moist mouth. Joan of Arc's mind went blank, her body stiffening for a moment before relaxing and returning the kiss naturally. Their lips pressed tightly together, their tongues darting back and forth, entwining and playfully intertwining.

The kiss was long and passionate, seemingly melting them both. Wang Chong greedily sipped Jeanne's sweet saliva, passing his own saliva over her. Jeanne's tongue was constantly teased, and though somewhat shy, she gradually learned to take the initiative. The subtle sound of their lips and tongues mingling was captivating, and the air was thick with the scent of hormones.

Wang Chong hugged Jeanne tighter, pressing her soft body against his. Jeanne could clearly feel his muscular build and scorching heat, his faint masculine scent lingering on her nose. This intimate contact made her both excited and uneasy, her heart pounding like a deer, nearly leaping out of her chest.

"This... is this the passionate kiss that lovers share? Wang Chongjun just confessed his love to me, and then I accepted his kiss... So, do I say that I like Wang Chongjun now?" For a moment, Joan of Arc felt her heart trembling. And it was not only Joan of Arc who had this feeling. The girl Leticia, who was hidden in Joan of Arc's body and could share Joan of Arc's feelings, also had almost the same feeling.

"Does this count as kissing Mr. Wang Chong?" Leticia thought to herself as she felt it all.

"Hmm...ha..." Finally, Wang Chong released Jeanne's lips, leaving a silver thread as their lips parted. Jeanne gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed, and a misty mist clouded her eyes.

"Do you like this?" Wang Chong looked at her with a smile, his fingers gently stroking her slightly swollen red lips.

Jeanne nodded shyly, her voice as soft as a mosquito: "I like it... I like it very much..."

Wang Chong lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead. His deep voice was full of temptation: "Then shall we continue?"

Jeanne hadn't recovered from the kiss yet, her body still extremely sensitive. She could feel the male hormones emanating from Wang Chong constantly invading her, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"Hmm...Okay..." Finally, Joan of Arc, whose mind was already the most unclear, agreed to the request. Her voice was as soft as a whisper, and she looked at Wang Chong with a dazed look in her eyes.

Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction and began to undo Joan of Arc's clothing. With each layer removed, Joan of Arc trembled slightly. When the last layer of covering was removed, Joan of Arc shyly covered her breasts and private parts with her hands, her face flushing.

Wang Chong pulled her hand away, carefully appreciating the beauty before him. He admired her graceful figure. Jeanne's well-proportioned figure, slender limbs, and the curve of her chest were all mouth-watering. He reached out, his rough palm gently caressing Jeanne's smooth skin, bringing an incomparable tactile stimulation that caused Jeanne to shudder.

"Well... well, why don't we just start?" After seeing Wang Chong's actions, Joan of Arc understood what he was going to do. Although she felt relieved that she didn't have to face the brutality directly, she still wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

"Joan of Arc, are you sure? If your body is not fully prepared, this will be very painful." Wang Chong said, and slapped Joan of Arc's belly with the thing, which scared her.

"Woo! Then... then according to your idea, Wang Chongjun... continue... continue." Joan of Arc adjusted her breathing, not knowing whether to suppress her inner shame or fear.

"Relax, leave it to me," Wang Chong whispered, lowering his head to kiss the sensitive skin at Jeanne's collarbone. He patiently traced the outline, leaving red marks one by one.

The author says:

Author's words: It's been a while since I wrote this, but Joan of Arc is the last one. I will continue to push the plot later. Readers who like this part should remember to vote for the author and give him a reward. QWQ