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

Wang Chong's fingers, with a slightly cool touch, lightly pinched Artemis's delicate chin, forcing her beautiful eyes, filled with humiliation and fear, to look directly at him.

His voice was deep and carried an undeniable authority as he said, "How about we start with a beautiful kiss? What do you think of this suggestion?"

"No... spare me! Please!" Artemis's voice trembled and broke with extreme panic; she was completely distraught.

"I'll do anything but this! I'll grant you anything!" In Artemis's deep-rooted belief, a kiss is the most sacred and pure ritual of love, a testament to the union of souls.

If this man were to forcibly take her away, it would be no different from losing her virginity to her.

Artemis's mind was filled with the image of her lover Orion. A strong sense of betrayal tore at her heart, making her willing to endure all kinds of humiliation rather than let the scent of another man touch her lips.

"Oh?" Wang Chong raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through people's hearts. He accurately captured the almost faith-like persistence in Artemis's eyes.

He knew very well that for a girl who regarded love as a sacred object, a forced kiss was far more devastating to her spirit than a physical violation.

So instead of immediately seizing this "trophy," he played with interest, like a cat playing with a mouse, testing her limits and appreciating every glimmer of brilliance she displayed as she struggled in dire straits.

"What if... I absolutely have to have this kiss?" Wang Chong deliberately slowed his speech, his voice carrying a dangerous magnetism, his gaze fixed on her pale face.

This statement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Artemis abruptly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a resolute light of suicidal determination. Her previously trembling voice became exceptionally clear and cold: "Then... I would rather immediately disintegrate my spiritual core and annihilate myself! I know you have extraordinary means to revive your body, but if my consciousness is determined to dissipate, you—cannot hold me back!"

She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a chilling aura:

"If I die, his spiritual core will also disintegrate! We would rather bear the stigma of betrayal and die together than let you succeed!"

The air seemed to freeze. Wang Chong gazed at the girl before him, who was displaying such a fierce will to protect her beloved, and nodded slightly.

“Alright…” Wang Chong slowly and meaningfully exhaled, loosening his grip on her chin slightly, but his aura of complete control remained undiminished.

“Miss Artemis, your unwavering loyalty in protecting the fruit of your love, even at the cost of your life… I have learned my lesson.”

Wang Chong leaned back slightly in his chair, his posture becoming languid again, but a cold smile played on his lips, like a hunter looking at his caged prey.

"Then you'd better pray that you can get out unscathed before I gain absolute control of your entire body."

Then, Wang Chong paused, his gaze sweeping over her chest, which was heaving slightly with excitement, before changing the subject and speaking in a commanding tone that left no room for argument:

“Since kissing won’t work, then… let’s try something else that involves using our mouths.” He patted Artemis’s thigh, which was pressed against his waist, and raised his chin slightly, indicating, “Now, get off me. And then… squat down.”

Artemis's heart pounded, not understanding what this sudden command meant.

As if granted a pardon, she slid off him almost on all fours, feeling utterly exhausted and deeply uneasy.

However, as she obeyed his command and knelt down in front of him, her gaze instinctively moving downwards along his body, her breath suddenly stopped, and her pupils instantly dilated with extreme shock and shame!

"Fuck-"

A distinct, sharp sound of a zipper slipping off rang out, particularly jarring in the silence.

"Fuck-"

A distinct, sharp sound of a zipper slipping off rang out, particularly jarring in the silence.

The next moment, a ferocious, enormous creature radiating astonishing heat stood right in front of her, completely undisguised, visually striking, and dazzlingly bright!

"Oh my god..." Artemis instinctively covered her mouth with her slender hand, barely managing to suppress the scream that almost burst from her throat.

Her mind went blank. The vague feeling she had before, through the clothes, was nothing compared to the shock she felt when she saw the "true face" now!

How enormous! Its astonishing size and terrifying thickness are comparable to my forearm! The purplish-red veins twist and turn on the taut skin, revealing its terrifying inner power, while the full, umbrella-shaped outline at the top exudes a chilling aggressiveness.

This was completely beyond the limits of her imagination!

This sight even made Artemis absurdly doubt the true form of the man before her. Was he not a normal human at all, but one of those terrifying trolls from legends that were three or four meters tall?!

Wang Chong took in the wonderful expression on Artemis's face, a mixture of extreme fear, shame, and disbelief, and a satisfied smile curled his lips, a satisfaction that came from having his prey completely under his control.

He looked down at the moon goddess, who trembled like a startled fawn at his feet, his voice deep and seductive, yet carrying an unyielding authority:

"Now, Miss Artemis, since you are unwilling to kiss, unwilling to defile your sacred love..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, savoring every subtle reaction she made:

"Then use your noble little mouth to serve it properly. It shouldn't be as difficult for you as defiling your sacred kiss... right?"

Artemis stood frozen in place, her azure eyes fixed on the monstrous creature before her, her mind blank, only the deafening pounding of her heart echoing in the deathly silent room.

The visual impact was far beyond imagination; the purplish-red veins throbbed beneath her taut skin, radiating a heat that almost burned her cheeks.

It was like a sleeping beast, exuding a primal and savage sense of oppression, proclaiming a complete trampling of her dignity.

"Ugh..." A suppressed, broken sob escaped from between her tightly clenched fingers.

She was trembling violently, not from the cold, but from the fear and extreme shame deep in her soul.

She had imagined countless forms of humiliation, but never anticipated such a blatant and concrete desecration.

"Miss Artemis..."

Wang Chong's voice came from above, carrying a hint of lazy urging and an unquestionable command, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Time is precious. Or would you rather change your mind and repay me with your sacred kiss?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "sacred," and the mockery in his tone was like a cold needle, piercing through her last line of defense.

These words instantly brought Artemis back to the harsh reality.

Kissing was an absolute taboo, the last sacred place in the depths of her soul, which she would rather die than let this devil defile it!

In comparison... serving this... this... although it is also an unimaginable humiliation, at least... at least it is not a betrayal of the soul?

This self-deceiving thought made her feel even more desperate and self-loathing, as if she were searching for a non-existent lifeline in a filthy swamp.

Chapter 679 Self-Deception

Artemis abruptly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently like the wings of a dying butterfly.

Tears finally became uncontrollable, rolling down her pale, cold cheeks and dripping onto the clean floor, leaving a small, dark stain.

Her hand, which she had been tightly covering her mouth with, her knuckles white from the force, seemed to be crushing her own bones. Finally, with an immense weight, she slowly and tremblingly lowered her hand.

She accepted her fate. Or rather, she chose a form of service that seemed less "betraying love".

Artemis took a deep, desperate breath; the cold air stung her lungs, but could not quell the trembling in her body.

She forced herself to open her eyes, her vision blurry as she focused on the murder weapon so close to her. She slowly and stiffly leaned forward, her movements clumsy like a marionette.

The humiliating posture made Artemis feel as low as dust. The radiance of the moon goddess vanished at this moment, leaving only a sacrifice stripped of all clothes and dignity, at the mercy of others.

Artemis stretched out her slender, cold, and still slightly trembling hands. Her fingertips recoiled as if burned just before touching the burning skin.

She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, and with all her courage, she awkwardly and carefully cupped the base with both hands.

The touch was indescribably hot and hard, with a powerful pulse beneath her skin, carrying a startling vitality that symbolized a relentless conquest of her.

Just holding it, its enormous size and terrifying thickness made it difficult for her to close her hands, let alone... serve it.

Artemis had never experienced anything like this before, and her mind was a mess, filled only with instinctive resistance and fear. She tried, clumsily bringing her tightly closed, slightly trembling lips close to that enormous tip.

The distance was too close. That rich, masculine, aggressive scent rushed towards her, instantly filling her nostrils and domineeringly invading all her senses.

The unfamiliar aura of a conqueror sent a wave of dizziness and nausea through her, her stomach churning and spasming. She fought back the urge to vomit, her eyes tightly shut, her eyelashes completely soaked with tears.

Just as her lips were about to clumsily, lightly brush the tip of her tongue—

"Tsk, are you kissing it? You'd rather kiss me here than give me a kiss in return. You're really deceiving yourself, Miss Artemis."

Wang Chong's sneer, tinged with obvious dissatisfaction and an air of superiority, rang out: "It seems, Miss Artemis, you are as pure as a blank sheet of paper in this regard. But that's alright, I'm very patient in teaching you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Artemis felt an irresistible force coming from above her head! Wang Chong's large hand suddenly pressed down on the back of her head, his five fingers digging into her smooth silver hair, with a kind of intimate control, which was both a caress and a confinement.

"Ah!" she screamed in terror, but the sound was immediately choked in her throat.

An overwhelming force pressed down on her head without any room for doubt!

"Ugh—uh!!!"

Her gasp and resistance instantly turned into painful groans and a violent feeling of suffocation!

The tip of that monstrous thing, with its astonishing heat and hardness, forcefully and without warning forced open her tightly closed teeth and slammed deep into her mouth!

It was too big! Absolutely too big! Artemis instantly felt her mouth being stretched to its limit, her jaw aching unbearably, as if it might dislocate at any moment. Her soft tongue was roughly squeezed below, unable to move.

Her sensitive throat was pressed firmly against that enormous head. The intense sensation of a foreign object and the gagging reflex made her vision go black. Her body instinctively struggled violently, her hands weakly pushing against Wang Chong's legs, letting out mournful "woo-woo" cries, and tears gushed out like a burst dam.

"Relax, dear Miss Artemis, don't even think about biting it, you can't bite it."

Wang Chong's voice was slightly hoarse with pleasure. He pressed down on the back of her head with a little force to prevent her from breaking free, while his other hand slowly caressed the sensitive skin behind her ear, feeling her body trembling violently from fear and suffocation.

"Use your tongue properly...try to roll it. This is part of your service, and the only way you can earn chips. You're determined to win all your chips back, but how can you practice your gambling skills if you don't have enough capital?"

While instructing Artemis on how to use her tongue, Wang Chong also bewitched her and aroused her enthusiasm.

"Think about your clothes, think about your control over your body parts, think about a century of work, and think about your useless Orion..."

He paused deliberately, his fingers tracing suggestively along the side of her smooth neck: "Haha, let's not talk about him. Without his stupidity, how could you have ended up like this?"

He paused deliberately, his fingers tracing suggestively along the side of her smooth neck: "Haha, let's not talk about him. Without his stupidity, how could you have ended up like this?"

"Debt," "bargaining chips," "clothing," "a century's work"... these cold words struck Artemis's shattered consciousness like heavy hammers.

The intense feeling of suffocation and the excruciating pain of her throat being blocked caused her brain to lack oxygen. Wang Chong's last words were like a sharp thorn piercing Artemis's heart.

"I...I can't lose...I can't give up...for my dear, and for myself."

The extreme humiliation and the instinct to win intertwined, forming a distorted dynamic.

Amidst intense physical rejection and the lamentation of her soul, Artemis's remaining reason forced her to cease her futile struggle.

She stopped struggling to break free, even though her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

She endured the nausea that threatened to tear her apart and the excruciating pain of her throat bursting, and very slowly, very laboriously… tried to move the only part of her mouth that could still barely move—her tongue—according to the devil's command.

The soft tip of her tongue, pressed beneath the massive object, began to tremble weakly and awkwardly as it began to lick upwards, filled with immense humiliation and awkwardness.

The movement was so slight as to be almost negligible, more like an unconscious spasm caused by fear.

But when her tongue touched that hot, hard skin with its unique salty and fishy smell, an extreme feeling of shame and filth she had never experienced before instantly swept over her entire body.

Artemis's cheeks instantly burned bright red, and her ears turned a deep, almost blood-red, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head.

However, this faint, resistant contact was like a spark thrown into dry tinder.

"Mmm..." A low, satisfied sigh escaped Wang Chong's throat. He could clearly feel the extremely awkward, fearful licking inside his mouth, like a feather brushing against him, which brought a strange, conquering sense of satisfaction.

The hand that was holding the back of her head loosened its pressure slightly, no longer pressing her deeper, giving her a precious moment to breathe, but still firmly controlling her range of movement, preventing her from escaping.

“Yes, that’s it…” Wang Chong’s deep voice carried a hint of coaxing, but more so the pleasure and mockery of a controller.

His free hand twirled a strand of her silver hair around his fingertips, gently playing with it, feeling the smoothness of the hair between his fingers, and feeling her trembling more violently because of his movements.

“Continue… Artemis… Use your tongue… Feel it well… Serve it… This is your duty now.”

He slightly shifted his waist, and the enormous thing, with undeniable force, pushed forward a little in her mouth, which was forced to accept it.

Although it was just a small movement, it triggered another violent coughing fit and choking sobs in Artemis. Tears mixed with uncontrollable saliva slid down her chin in a disheveled manner, leaving wet marks on her smooth skin.

Wang Chong looked down at the Moon Goddess, forced to kneel and wretched. Her silver hair was disheveled, tears streamed down her face, and her beautiful face was contorted with pain, suffocation, and shame, yet she had no choice but to awkwardly and humiliatingly fulfill her duties according to his orders.

Her once clear, moonlit blue eyes were now filled with unfathomable pain, emptiness, and numbness, with only occasional flashes of humiliation before being quickly swallowed by deeper darkness.

This sight of him being utterly dethroned and utterly humiliated was even more...exciting than he had imagined.

Wang Chong thoroughly enjoyed this sense of control, this pleasure of utterly crushing his arrogance.

He twirled Artemis's hair with his fingertips, feeling her tremble.

Then, he spoke in a low, soft voice, yet each word struck Artemis's nearly shattered soul:

“Remember this feeling, Artemis…remember how you used this mouth to please me. This is just the beginning…the insignificant interest you are inadvertently paying for it. Work hard before you lose everything, my dear…Moon Goddess.”

Inside the room, only Artemis's suppressed, intermittent sobs and coughs, and Wang Chong's deep, controlling breathing remained.

The frigid air was filled with an atmosphere of desire, conquest, and utter despair.

The gamble continues, and Artemis has become the most expensive and humiliating stake in this game, forced to use her body to perform a more cruel service in which she is doomed to failure.

Chapter 680 Artemis's New Discoveries

Time flowed viscously amidst Wang Chong's low, labored breathing and Artemis's suppressed sobs.

Artemis was forced to kneel between Wang Chong's legs, her silver hair disheveled, with a few strands soaked with sweat and tears clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Her slender neck tensed, enduring the irresistible rhythm exerted by the large hand that controlled her head.

Each time it was pressed down deeper, the terrifyingly large object would penetrate even deeper into her throat, bringing a tearing, suffocating sensation and a nauseating urge to vomit.