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

Upon hearing this fatal announcement, Artemis, unexpectedly, found her intense anger subsiding.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, and her fiery eyes seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice.

Suddenly, she lowered her eyelids slightly, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her fair cheeks. Her voice became unusually soft, even carrying a hint of... flattery.

"Then..." She raised her eyes, her gaze tentatively fixed on Wang Chong, her voice as soft as a feather, "If I... if I increase my bet limit, you won't punish me, you won't... increase your bet amount, right?"

She deliberately lowered her posture, like a cat that had retracted its claws.

Artemis's sudden "yielding" attitude surprised Wang Chong slightly.

He looked her up and down with great interest, as if admiring a suddenly interesting collectible, and then a smile that mixed with mockery and pleasure spread across his face:

“Sure…” he drawled, sounding exceptionally magnanimous. “As long as you increase your bet by at least 5 chips, I’ll reluctantly refrain from increasing my bet.”

"You said it yourself...you agreed to my conditions, didn't you?"

Artemis abruptly raised her head, the previous gentleness vanishing instantly, her eyes becoming sharp as knives.

She pointed her finger straight at Wang Chong, her voice suddenly rising in pitch, carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve:

"Therefore! Under the witness of the supreme law of contract, this rule will be formally incorporated into the current rules of the gambling game! Let the law bear witness!"

"The rule is established."

The cold, emotionless mechanical voice of the contract law rang out instantly, like a divine decree.

An invisible force of law, with absolute binding power, suddenly descended, clearly imprinting itself deep within the souls of Artemis and Wang Chong, irresistible.

"Clap clap clap..."

Feeling the force of the rules, which was clearly unfavorable to him, approaching him, Wang Chong showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he clapped gracefully, as if he had witnessed an extremely wonderful performance.

The crisp applause echoed in the silent space.

"No wonder, no wonder you suddenly became so submissive just now..."

Wang Chong smiled and shook his head, his eyes filled with understanding and a sense of satisfaction:

"So this was what you were waiting for. You really were using words to deceive me, as a pretext to establish a rule that benefits you. Brilliant, truly brilliant!"

He leaned forward, his gaze fixed intently on Artemis:

“Excellent, very good. Although I didn’t intentionally guide you to think in this direction, you have already consciously grasped the essence of manipulating the rules of the game. This… can be considered a commendable improvement for you in this gambling game.”

His praise sounded sincere, yet it carried the condescending air of a controller.

"Then I'll reluctantly fall for your trick this time." Wang Chong spread his hands, as if making a huge concession.

"However..." he changed his tone, his smile turning sly, "to prevent you from being too conservative and squeezing out every last drop, I'll add this little restriction—every time you increase your bet, you must meet this minimum requirement of at least 5 coins. That's fair, right?"

"You...you're still as annoying as ever!"

Hearing Wang Chong's seemingly conciliatory yet still fully controlled words, Artemis's faint sense of accomplishment from her successful scheme vanished instantly.

"Is it really that hard for me to win completely this time?!" Artemis said through gritted teeth.

Chapter 671 The Price We Had to Pay

However, Artemis had anticipated this reaction.

From the moment the other party proposed "at least 5 more chips," she knew that her little scheme had not escaped the other party's all-seeing eyes.

But it doesn't matter. Her core objective has been achieved.

This rule was the first straw she grasped in this quagmire of despair, allowing the situation to be prolonged and giving her more opportunities to hone her skills in this intense gamble.

“Calm down, Artemis.”

Artemis forced herself to calm down, her mind racing:

"According to my calculations, if I don't change my bet and still bet 5 chips this round, even if I win by luck, I will only get 5 chips, bringing my total to 15. But what about the next round?"

"If he's the dealer in the next round, and he really does what he threatened and goes all in with 310 chips, if I lose, I'll not only lose all 15 chips instantly, but I'll also owe him a whopping 295 chips!"

"Once you incur such an astronomical debt..."

A chill ran down Artemis's spine:

"I will be completely at his mercy, like a fish on a chopping board! I will have absolutely no say in what he wants and will have no room to negotiate. I can only let him take whatever he wants!"

"It's even highly likely that he will steal my purity! This is an outcome I absolutely do not want to see!"

"On the contrary, if I were to bet all 10 of my remaining chips now, the worst outcome would be losing all 10."

Her eyes suddenly turned resolute:

"At that time, I could at least retain the initiative in exchanging chips! I could choose the conditions to exchange for new chips and start over, instead of immediately falling into a situation where I was completely controlled by the other party."

“And if I win this round…” Artemis calculated carefully, “I can increase my chips to 20.”

"And when it's his turn to be the dealer in the next round, according to the new rules, he can't increase his bet; he can only bet 35 coins!"

“In that case, even if I lose, I will only owe 15 chips. Although I am still at a disadvantage, this amount... is at least within my means and negotiable range! He cannot make any excessive demands.”

"That's enough. Although it's a sacrifice, at least it gives me enough time to fully master the technique of rolling dice... Once I've completely mastered it... that's when my comeback will begin!"

Thinking of this, Artemis took a deep breath, her high chest heaving violently.

Now that she has very few chips left, she would love to keep this small amount forever if she could. But harsh reality forces her to take this dangerous step.

"I'll risk it all..." A humiliating thought flashed through her mind, "Anyway... anyway, he's already touched my breasts like that... so what's wrong with mortgaging them again for a chance to turn things around?"

The thought made Artemis's cheeks burn, but her gaze also became more determined.

Having made up her mind, Artemis no longer hesitated.

She stretched out her slightly trembling but unusually resolute hand and pushed the ten remaining gold chips in front of her into the betting area in the center of the gambling table!

"All in!" she shouted through gritted teeth, with a do-or-die spirit. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the oppressive space.

Her do-or-die spirit contrasted absurdly with her meager ten chips remaining.

"Pfft hahaha... Hahahaha!"

Wang Chong was taken aback at first, then, as if he had witnessed the most ridiculous performance in the world, he could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking with laughter:

"Haha... Miss Artemis, you only have a pitiful ten chips left, but your shout of 'All in' made it sound like you were risking everything and going all in! Your sense of humor... is absolutely amazing!"

"Who gave you a sense of humor?!"

Artemis was both ashamed and angry at his words. Her cheeks flushed red, and she sharply interrupted his laughter, as if trying to use anger to cover up her embarrassment and nervousness.

"Enough talk! Reveal the dice and let them tell you who has the higher score!" Her gaze was fixed on the other person's dice cup, as if trying to pierce through that barrier.

The dice cup was lifted, revealing the numbers. Sure enough, as always, Wang Chong's number was once again less than Artemis's!

Artemis's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and a huge sense of relief, like she had just escaped death, welled up in her heart, though only for a moment. Silently, with a hint of barely perceptible greed, she gathered the 10 chips she had won, along with her initial capital, back in front of her.

The chip counts for both sides have therefore been updated:

Artemis: 20.

Wang Chong: 305 pieces.

"Well then, it's my turn." When it was Wang Chong's turn to be the host again, he suppressed his smile, but the playful look in his eyes remained unchanged.

Just as Wang Chong's fingers were about to touch the dice cup—

"Wait!" Artemis suddenly said.

"Wait!" Artemis suddenly said.

Wang Chong paused, raised an eyebrow at her, and asked, "Hmm?"

"You seemed to have said before that the chips... could be exchanged at any time. Is that correct?" Artemis met his gaze and asked clearly, word by word.

"That's right. That's exactly how the rules are."

Upon hearing Artemis's question, Wang Chong's eyes narrowed dangerously, like a predator eyeing its prey, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"What? Miss Artemis, are you... already so eager to exchange your chips?"

Wang Chong deliberately emphasized the word "exchange," carrying a strong implication, and his eyes brazenly once again sized up the peaks hidden beneath Artemis's jade-like arms.

Artemis slowly stood up. Her movements were stiff, yet they conveyed a sense of resolute determination.

She walked around the gambling table and stepped up to Wang Chong.

Although her stunningly beautiful face was still filled with extreme disgust and resistance, as if being near him was a defilement, she still forced her body to move closer to him.

Artemis stopped right in front of him, so close that she could feel the oppressive aura emanating from him.

Then, after a brief silence, she moved her jade-like arm away again, deliberately exposing her full breasts, which were completely uncovered, covered with ambiguous red marks, and rose and fell slightly with her breath, to Wang Chong's gaze.

They even moved a little closer.

“You… touch me.” Artemis’s voice trembled slightly, her eyes stubbornly turning away, unable to meet the other’s gaze, which was sure to be full of mockery and amusement, as if saying these words required all her courage.

Three words, as light as a mosquito's buzz, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Artemis paused, as if giving herself a final mental pep talk, before saying, "Wouldn't it be more pleasurable for you to... touch me here... while rolling the dice..., Lord Wang Chong?"

After uttering the last word, her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her head was turned completely to one side, revealing only the graceful curve of her neck and her slightly trembling eyelashes, exposing the intense struggle within her.

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha!"

This time, Wang Chong truly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with the ecstatic joy of discovering a treasure and a twisted sense of satisfaction.

He made no attempt to hide his excitement, his gaze fixed intently on the prey that was within reach, as if admiring a perfect offering that had been willingly presented to him.

“I’m starting to like you more and more, my dear Miss Artemis.”

He smiled as he reached out his hand, his movements slow yet possessive, with an undeniable force, and grasped directly at the soft, white, full breasts that trembled slightly in the air.

"What I admire most about you is...a self-aware and intelligent person!"

When that scalding, controlling hand once again completely covered her sensitive and fragile skin, Artemis couldn't help but let out a mournful cry: "Ooh!!"

Her body trembled violently, and a suppressed sob escaped from deep in her throat, a sob mixed with humiliation, pain, and a strange electric current.

That familiar, tingling, strange sensation, like a tiny electric current coursing through her limbs, surged back once more, almost instantly draining all her strength.

It's such a shameful thing, so why does my body feel so much?

Chapter 672 Artemis's Reversal of Fortune in Adversity

A chilling sense of humiliation coiled around Artemis's heart like a venomous snake, each tightening bringing suffocating pain.

What she found even more difficult to talk about was that, deep within her body, under that blasphemous touch, a strange, unfamiliar heat surged against her will.

She bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging deep into her palm.

At this moment, all she could do was transform this overwhelming shame and indignation, along with the strange sensations in her body, into an iron will and endure it with all her might.

Wang Chong was completely immersed in the pleasure of being in control.

He leaned back comfortably in his chair, enjoying the humiliating massage from Artemis's cold, stiff hands, which she had to "serve" him, while casually shaking the dice cup.

The "massage" was devoid of any skill and was more like a symbolic ritual of submission, which precisely satisfied his twisted desire for conquest.

"boom!"

The dice cup was set. Wang Chong did not withdraw his hand, but instead intensified his actions, with an intimate smile, his five fingers digging deep into the plump and soft "dough" of Artemis's chest, wantonly kneading and grasping, feeling the amazing elasticity and softness deform in his palm.

He chuckled, his voice filled with a nauseating lewdness:

"Tsk, considering how big and soft this dough is, and how 'hard' it is massaging me... well, I'll bet big this time."

Every word was like a poisoned needle, precisely piercing Artemis's most sensitive nerves, instantly turning her fair cheeks bright red, and her eyes almost bursting with rage.

Finally, when Wang Chong finished throwing, Artemis felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She immediately used the excuse that it was "her turn" to break free from the clinging clutches and staggered back to her position.

The instant she stood still, the invisible laws of the contract silently took effect, and the settlement chips jingled, increasing by 50.

Artemis: 70 chips.

Wang Chong: 340 chips.

"Only 50 were given? Is it because the time was too short..." She clicked her tongue inwardly, a sense of powerlessness spreading through her.

This was the limit of concession she could bear; every touch felt like a brand of shame on her soul.

Taking a deep breath, Artemis tried to suppress her distracting thoughts, gripped the dice cup with both hands, and shook it vigorously. She attempted to concentrate all her attention on the trajectory of the dice, aiming for a high number.

However, the place on her chest that had been brutally violated still seemed to retain the heat and kneading force of the other person's palm, and waves of indescribable numbness and stinging pain intertwined, constantly disturbing her mind.

My fingertips trembled slightly, and the clinking of the dice in the cup sounded chaotic.