A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

Wang Chong's smile instantly became incredibly bright, as if everything was perfectly under his control. There was not a trace of warmth in that smile, only the satisfaction of a hunter watching his prey finally step into the trap.

"Hmph! Isn't this exactly what you've been scheming for?"

Artemis let out a cold sneer from her nose, suppressing her surging anger as she tried to regain some of the initiative.

“I lost the last round. According to the rules, it’s my turn to be the dealer now!” After saying that, she reached out to grasp the cold dice cup on the table.

"Wait a minute, Miss Artemis."

Wang Chong slowly raised his hand, tapping the mountain of chips in front of him with his knuckles, then lazily pointed to the empty area in front of Artemis, his voice filled with undisguised mockery:

"Have you forgotten something? The ownership of that piece of clothing of yours is only enough to offset the twenty-five chips you owe."

He deliberately dragged out his words, enjoying the momentary stiffness on the other person's face: "Right now... your chip area is completely empty, utterly destitute."

"You want to get back at the gambling table? Sure. But you have to come up with something new to earn the right to sit at the table—that is, new chips. Otherwise, you won't even have the right to shake the dice."

"You—!" Upon hearing this almost shameless harassment, Artemis clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, bringing a sharp pain.

Extreme anger almost made her roar uncontrollably, but in order to continue gambling, and for that slim hope of winning everything back, she could only bite her lower lip tightly and swallow all the humiliation and rage.

She forced herself to calm down, her voice trembling slightly from the extreme suppression:

"...What...what else do you want!?"

Wang Chong's malicious smile deepened. He no longer concealed his gaze; his eyes, like sticky tentacles, lingered unabashedly on Artemis's full chest, which heaved violently with shame and indignation and was barely concealed by her arms.

He slowly raised his hand with its distinct knuckles, and under Artemis's terrified gaze, he casually moved his fingers, sometimes clenching, sometimes relaxing, as if feeling some kind of invisible touch.

Finally, in a flippant and self-righteous tone, he made an even more shameless demand:

"Oh dear, my hands are a bit stiff and sore from shaking the dice cup for so long..."

"Right now, I really need something... well, something extremely soft, warm, and elastic, to pamper my tired hands and give them a thorough massage to relax them."

His gaze was fixed unabashedly on his target as he chuckled, "I suppose you wouldn't refuse my reasonable request in order to continue this bet about the ownership of your shirt, would you?"

"..."

At that moment, Artemis felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat, preventing her from making any sound.

Overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions, she could only breathe rapidly, causing her exposed, full breasts to tremble slightly.

If she weren't outmatched, she would have punched that hateful smiling face long ago!

"Judging from your expression, you don't seem willing."

Wang Chong saw through Artemis's thoughts, a wicked smile curving his lips as he leaned back lazily.

"But this time it's not mandatory. You can pay if you want, or you can leave now if you don't."

His gaze swept casually over her smooth waist and abdomen and her thin underwear, and he said, "Anyway, I've already told you what kind of things I want. You... give me whatever you think is appropriate."

The air seemed to freeze, and Artemis felt the heavy weight of the contractual laws pressing down on her nerves.

Leave? Just like that, shirtless? Let all the world witness this century of shame? This fear and resentment instantly overwhelmed his shame and sense of honor.

She understood that the only way she could have that slim hope was to keep gambling!

After a long, agonizing silence, tears of humiliation welled up in Artemis's eyes, but she managed to hold them back. She stood up and, as if resigned to her fate, approached Wang Chong with extreme slowness.

Then, she trembled as she lowered the jade arms that had been tightly protecting her chest and covering her red cherry blossoms.

With the barrier gone, the pair of round, full, and plump snow-capped peaks, sculpted like white jade, were completely exposed to Wang Chong's greedy gaze.

Two delicate red cherry blossoms on the peak stood erect quietly due to tension and the coolness, like plum blossoms just beginning to bloom on a snowy plain, fragile and alluring.

"How understanding, Miss Artemis." Wang Chong's smile instantly brightened, filled with a triumphant satisfaction.

He gracefully extended his hands, his well-defined knuckles carrying an irresistible force, and steadily covered those two breathtakingly soft mounds.

"Waaaaah—!"

The moment Artemis felt as if she had been struck by lightning as her sacred peaks, which had never been touched by anyone other than her beloved, were completely enveloped and kneaded by a malicious hand!

A strong sense of nausea and blasphemy surged to his throat, turning into a suppressed sob. His body instinctively wanted to escape, but he was firmly held in place by the contract and the tight grip of his hand.

A strong sense of nausea and blasphemy surged to his throat, turning into a suppressed sob. His body instinctively wanted to escape, but he was firmly held in place by the contract and the tight grip of his hand.

However, this intense aversion did not last long.

For Wang Chong, a seasoned womanizer, there was no woman he couldn't handle. As soon as his hands touched a woman's body, he would instinctively uncover the experience she desired most.

His broad, thick palm pressed down, giving him a sense of absolute control. He didn't roughly knead it, but first used his palm to feel the amazing fullness, elasticity, and creamy smoothness. He then closed his fingers, perfectly enveloping the heavy, soft flesh, and weighing its suppleness.

Then, like a nimble explorer, his thumb slid along the alluring curve of the snow-capped peak, the rough lines of his palm rubbing against the delicate edge, stirring a strange and peculiar tingling sensation mixed with a slight pain. Artemis shuddered, her breathing becoming erratic.

Wang Chong grinned wickedly; the goddess's body was beginning to defy his will. He pressed precisely, his fingertips quickly finding several hidden spots deep within her fullness, located on her side.

This was a sensitive area that he had easily found from the other party's behavior, a area that even the goddess herself had not noticed!

"Mmm... Ah..."

When Wang Chong used his thumb to rub and knead one of the points with a rotating force, a strong itch, like a weak electric current, suddenly shot up Artemis's spine!

The sensation was sudden and intense, beyond Artemis's comprehension! She gasped, and a sweet, unfamiliar moan escaped uncontrollably from her tightly clenched lips.

Upon hearing the sound, her moon goddess eyes widened instantly, all color drained from her face, and a deep blush of shame washed over her.

The poor virgin god was probably experiencing this for the first time, so how could he resist this unfamiliar and exciting feeling?

"Heh...listen to it, how melodious," Wang Chong's deep laughter rang in her ear, full of mockery. "Is this the noble Moon Goddess? She looked so disgusted just now, but now she seems to like her?"

The fingers became even more unrestrained, and the entire palm began to knead rhythmically.

Sometimes she would lift the heavy snow-capped peaks in her palms and shake them; other times she would pinch the already engorged and erect red cherries between her fingers, skillfully twisting and pulling them.

"Ugh...no...that's not how it is! Stop...ah...no!"

Artemis felt her body utterly betray her! The strange sensations from the kneading surged like a tidal wave, assaulting her remaining reason.

It felt as if a fire was burning in my chest, the heat accompanied by a deep, bone-deep itching and tingling sensation that spread to my limbs.

Her breathing was heavy and rapid, each inhale causing the controlled snow-capped peaks to rise and fall, responding to the kneading.

The sweet moans could no longer be suppressed, spilling intermittently from between her pearly teeth, accompanied by suppressed gasps, appearing especially lewd in the silence.

"You say no, but your body says yes," Wang Chong maliciously ran his fingertips over the tip of the cherry, which was now as hard as a pebble. "Look at it, so hard... Are you enjoying it? Hmm? More comfortable than your Orion?"

These words were like the sharpest thorn, piercing her most sensitive nerve.

"Shut up!... Shameless!... I didn't... Ugh—!!" Artemis was filled with shame and indignation, her voice trembling with passion and anger.

She tried to twist and break free from the hand that brought her overwhelming pleasure and shame, but her body was limp and powerless, as if she were helplessly wriggling in the other's palm.

Her face flushed like the sunset, spreading from her cheeks to her ears, neck, and even extending to her chest and abdomen. Her clear, moon-like eyes were misty and filled with a chaotic struggle of pleasure overwhelmed her.

With a final, desperate effort, Artemis, her voice broken and gasping, asked, "Enough...enough!...How long are you going to...keep touching me?!"

Wang Chong didn't stop; instead, he pressed his fingertips harder against her sensitive nipples, causing her to cry out in pain. He looked up, a cruel smile flashing in his eyes like a cat playing with a mouse: "Can't take it already? You didn't lie just now."

He deliberately slowed down the kneading speed but increased the pressure, and continued:

"However... you can stop anytime you want. I just want to touch it. As for the specific time, it all depends on how many chips you want."

"The longer you touch me, the more chips you get. Easy to understand, right? I saw you let me touch you for so long without running away, I thought you didn't have enough chips... Ah, do you really like this feeling?"

Upon hearing this, Artemis's mind went blank!

I've been tricked again. They didn't specify a timeframe, making me think it would be a long time. All this patience I've endured has become a complete joke in their eyes!

"Despicable!...Vulgar!...Demon!!" Overwhelmed by shame and rage, she overwhelmed her physical reaction. She gritted her teeth, and with a strength she didn't know she possessed, she violently jerked her body backward!

"Uh!"

Wang Chong seemed to have not expected her to erupt at this moment, and his tightly clenched hand was forcibly broken free!

The pair of snow-capped peaks, which had just endured intense ravaging, suddenly lost control, bouncing and shaking violently. The erect red buds trembled in the air, covered with red marks from being kneaded, like delicate flowers that had been ravaged, their colors vivid yet tragically beautiful.

"Shut up!" Artemis hissed, her eyes filled with a desperate glint. "Settle the chips right now!"

She didn't want to continue; she was still terrified that her body was acting out of control and producing those strange sensations.

Chapter 670 Artemis's Scheme

"Tsk, as you wish." Wang Chong shrugged, rubbing his fingers together with a hint of satisfaction. He then snapped his fingers.

Om-!

The runes on the desktop contract suddenly shone with a dazzling golden light! The light flowed and converged in the empty chip area before Artemis. The golden light condensed and shaped, transforming into a full one hundred gleaming golden chips!

Artemis's beautiful eyes widened instantly! Unbelievable!

One...one hundred?!

Just being kneaded by him for a moment... even breaking free on her own initiative... is it really worth a century of freedom that was mortgaged?!

This absurd exchange rate shattered her understanding like a hammer blow. How could the contractual law value the desecration of her body so highly?!

A complex mix of emotions surged within her: shock, humiliation, and a sense of affirmation regarding her physical worth. She abruptly looked up at Wang Chong, her eyes blazing with fury, yet also tinged with bewilderment.

Wang Chong met her gaze, his all-controlling smile returning. He slowly pointed to the pile of chips, then to her bare upper body, her heaving chest covered in red marks:

"The chips have now been exchanged, and you are eligible to return to the dealer's seat. Please."

Artemis gritted her teeth, returned to her position, and continued gambling with Wang Chong.

……

The subsequent betting process seemed uneventful and uninteresting on the surface.

The contest between Artemis and Wang Chong was a stalemate, with each side winning a round and the dealer's position changing hands repeatedly.

The changing trajectory of the chips coldly records this silent tug-of-war:

Artemis: 100 (starting) → 105 (win) → 70 (lose) → 75 (win) → 40 (lose) → 45 (win) → 10 (lose).

Wang Chong: 225 (initially) → 220 (lost) → 255 (won) → 250 (lost) → 285 (won) → 280 (lost) → 315 (won).

The good news is that the deep humiliation she suffered earlier has instead ignited an inextinguishable flame of revenge in Artemis's heart.

This burning anger finally rekindled her fighting spirit, which had been almost consumed by despair.

Although she still lacked enough confidence in completely turning the situation around, her beautiful eyes, which had been somewhat unfocused, now shone with an unprecedented sharpness.

She abandoned all unrealistic fantasies about gambling luck and devoted herself entirely to the dice cup.

Every clink of dice, every subtle sound of the numbers landing, became the key to her painstaking efforts to capture.

She needs to accurately hear the number rolled on the dice, and she also needs to perfectly control the size of the roll!

This is the only weapon Artemis can grasp to fight against the demon before her. Only by practicing her throwing skills to the highest level can she possibly find a sliver of hope for victory.

However, the bad news is that Wang Chong's overwhelming advantage in betting amounts led to a cruel outcome:

Even if the two had the exact same number of wins and losses, Artemis's meager chips dwindled irrevocably, like quicksand.

Artemis knew very well that in this seemingly back-and-forth alternation, Wang Chong had been deliberately holding back.

Like a cat toying with its prey, he deliberately lost his insignificant five chips when he was the dealer. Then, when it was Artemis's turn to be the dealer, he would sweep away a large number of her chips.

The other party was clearly using this method to gradually push her into a desperate situation, forcing her to gamble and increase her bets.

However, Artemis was astute enough to know that if she couldn't match her opponent's dice-rolling skills, any blind betting would only hasten her demise.

Now, it's Artemis's turn to take the lead.

After both sides finished rolling the dice, Artemis, as was her habit, prepared to place her cautious five chips again, but her slender fingers paused slightly on the cold edge of the chips.

Wang Chong interrupted her bet by speaking up again.

"Ah, I'm getting a little tired of it."

Wang Chong's lazy yet malicious voice broke the brief silence at that moment.

He rested his chin on one hand, while idly fiddling with a few chips in the other, making a crisp clinking sound.

“Miss Artemis, your vision is always too narrow, you are always so timid and hesitant, always dawdling over five at a time… How long will this go on?”

He drew out his words, his eyes filled with impatience and contempt:

"To punish your stinginess and miserliness, I've decided—next round, I'm going all in. All of it! 315 coins."

He paused deliberately, a dangerous smile playing on his lips, his gaze locking onto her like a hawk's, applying enough pressure before finally speaking:

"I just don't know... how many more times can your pitiful chips support your 'escape'? Who told you to always be like a miser, clinging to that meager amount..."

This is a blatant and undisguised threat.