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

"Ugh... Gu..."

She could only utter broken, incomprehensible syllables, her mouth stretched to its limit, the tender inner walls rubbed painfully by the rough veins.

The tongue, forced to roll, was already numb, mechanically licking every inch of the hot, hard object it could reach.

Her saliva flowed uncontrollably, mixed with that unfamiliar taste, and streamed down her lips, which could not be closed, forming wet, glistening streaks on her smooth chin and chest.

Wang Chong's breathing grew heavier and heavier. His fingers, which were pressing against the back of her head, dug deep into her soft silver hair. Sometimes he tightened his grip, and sometimes he gently kneaded her scalp with a touch of intimacy, admiring her delicate body that was instinctively tense and trembling due to suffocation.

He could clearly feel the extreme pleasure brought by the awkward yet forced "effort" of service. Every contraction of his throat, every unconscious sweep of his tongue across the most sensitive coronal sulcus, was like an electric current running through his spine.

“Very good… Artemis…” His hoarse voice was filled with satisfied pleasure, his other hand roaming freely over her smooth back, feeling the muscles taut beneath her delicate skin from humiliation and exertion. “You learn… quickly… continue… feel it well…”

It was unclear how much time had passed; perhaps it was only a few minutes, but for Artemis it felt like an eternity.

"Well, let's end it here, even though I didn't get to release my pent-up emotions."

Finally, Wang Chong let out a satisfied sigh and abruptly released his grip on Artemis's head.

"Cough! Ugh—cough cough cough..."

Suddenly freed, Artemis was like a drowning person being pulled out of the water, she was thrown backward and fell to the ground in a disheveled state, bursting into heart-wrenching coughs and dry heaving.

Copious amounts of saliva and physiological tears flowed uncontrollably. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, as if trying to displace all the stale air from her lungs.

A burning pain shot through her throat, and her mouth was filled with an intense, nauseating masculine scent, a reminder of the unspeakable desecration she had just endured.

The chilling voice of the contractual law rang out at just the right moment, like rubbing salt into the wound of humiliation:

"The service has been completed. Artemis has received 1000 chips."

Wang Chong: 640 pieces → 1135 pieces

Artemis: 335 → 1000

This enormous number brought no joy whatsoever; instead, it weighed heavily on Artemis's heart like a boulder.

Chips! Chips again! They snowballed, growing bigger and bigger, with the stakes increasing wildly with every win or loss!

She stared at the mountain of chips that had suddenly piled up on the table near her seat, feeling an overwhelming sense of irritation.

1000? Behind this enormous number lies the numbness and soreness of her lips and tongue, the burning pain in her throat, and the mark of her dignity being utterly trampled upon!

What terrifies Artemis even more is what if she makes another mistake? How much debt would the multiplier penalty from the point difference instantly saddle her with?

What will be the next "part" to be taken from me? Will I still be able to protect my purity?

Artemis dared not think too deeply; a chilling despair mixed with intense resentment churned within her chest.

"Cough...cough..." At this moment, Artemis suppressed the sharp pain in her throat and the nausea she felt, struggling to get up from the cold floor and return to her seat, which symbolized the last bit of her own space.

"Wait a minute." Just then, Wang Chong's lazy voice rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery.

He slowly and methodically straightened his clothes, which he had not completely removed, but his gaze remained fixed on the disheveled Artemis.

"Miss Artemis, why bother running back and forth?"

He patted his muscular thighs, his smile carrying an undeniable air of authority: "You can just sit here and roll the dice."

"That way, when I need your service again, I won't have to make you fly over from across the table."

"Think about it, what if you fly over again because of a sudden service call, causing you to lose your grip on the dice cup again and miss the perfect feel you worked so hard to get your hands on... wouldn't that be a shame?"

Artemis's body froze instantly, a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She suddenly looked up, her azure eyes fixed on Wang Chong's calculating and malicious gaze.

That beast, he's going to use the same old trick again!

Artemis understood that her opponent intended to interrupt her once again with that damned "capitation" at the very moment she was about to throw the crucial point!

In this way, she will always lose the bet! No matter how many chips she gains through her service, she will eventually lose them all.

It might even leave you with more leverage, making it easier for the other party to make even more unreasonable demands.

Artemis clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the pain to suppress the anger and humiliation that was about to burst forth.

In the end, she could only resign herself to her fate, with a hint of resistance, and stiffly sit back down on Wang Chong's lap, her body still somewhat weak.

The cold air stung her exposed skin, allowing her to clearly feel the ferocious creature below that had just ravaged her mouth, radiating an undeniable threatening heat even as it lay dormant.

"Very good." Wang Chong put his arm around her waist with satisfaction, his hand naturally sliding down to her bare thigh, his fingertips gently caressing it with a touch of intimacy.

“Well then, dear dealer, it’s your turn. Roll the dice,” Wang Chong said with a smile.

Artemis took a deep breath, trying to ignore the wicked hand on her waist and thigh, and the burning hot body pressed against her.

She picked up the cold dice cup, and the three dice fell into it, making a crisp clinking sound.

Artemis then closed her eyes again, forcing herself to concentrate.

The pressure felt like a real burden on her shoulders, and this pressure temporarily suppressed Artemis's sense of shame, allowing her to concentrate fully on the changes in the dice within the dice cup.

"Da da da da—"

With a flick of her wrist, the dice spun and collided rapidly against the inner wall. That familiar rhythmic pattern of the dice leading to three sixes once again flickered in Artemis's perception.

She held her breath, carefully adjusting her strength and angle, trying to capture that fleeting trajectory...

Just as the light was about to shine and the dice were about to fall—

“Artemis.” Wang Chong’s deep, commanding voice rang in her ear, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe, “Continue your… oral service.”

The moment she finished speaking, an invisible force seized her chin again! Her head was forcefully pressed down!

"Ooh!" Artemis let out a mournful cry, all her concentration instantly shattered! The trajectory within the dice cup immediately became chaotic!

She could only feel in despair that she was forced to bend over again, her slightly parted lips, still sore, were once again violently forced open and invaded by that hideous tip!

Artemis, unsurprisingly, failed to roll the dice she intended to. She could only witness her failure once again.

The humiliating service combined with the unwinnable gamble created a suffocating vicious cycle.

……

Time slipped away slowly amidst the thick, sticky desire and the cold, metallic sound of chips being settled. An hour felt like an eternity.

Artemis mechanically repeated the process of bowing, serving, coughing, panting, and being forced to roll the dice again.

Her mouth and tongue had long since become...somewhat accustomed to the initial excruciating pain and numbness.

Although the soreness and swelling were still there, the movements became less clumsy and stiff through countless forced repetitions.

Artemis began to be able to use her tongue to more clearly distinguish the tactile sensations of different areas on that enormous object...

Even during the act of service, she found herself unintentionally brushing against certain spots—such as a fine ridge or a sensitive, slightly concave area below the tip…

She could feel the muscles in Wang Chong's arm around her waist tense up slightly for a moment!

Artemis even heard a faint, almost imperceptible, heavier gasp escape from his throat!

The pressure of the fingers pressing down on the back of her head would also produce subtle, almost imperceptible pauses!

However, these are not the main points. The real point is that when Wang Chong uncovered the dice cup, his score did not remain the maximum of three 6s as before.

On the contrary, it was as if something had affected him, preventing him from maintaining a good state.

Is this just my imagination, or simply a coincidence?

Artemis then began to take precautions. During the subsequent dice-shaking and forced-to-bury-her-head process, she began to suppress her nausea, deliberately waiting for the moment when Wang Chong shook the dice cup.

As Wang Chong began to shake the dice cup, Artemis immediately and deliberately curled her soft tongue, with a tentative, slow force, precisely licking the indented spot she remembered.

"Hmm..." A very soft but unusually clear muffled groan came from above!

At the same time, she felt the huge thing she was "serving" suddenly jump in her mouth, and the hand pressing on her head also began to tremble a few times again.

But soon, Wang Chong restrained himself and did not react much no matter how much he teased him.

After that, Artemis tried a few more times. However, Wang Chong either remained completely silent and unmoved, or he would suddenly start making fun of himself, saying that his ventriloquism skills were getting better and better.

But Artemis knew very well that the other party was deliberately hiding the fact that she was being influenced!

Chapter 681 Artemis Abandons Her Face to Win

Artemis discovered that Wang Chong's attempts to distract her with words or his rock-solid silence were all attempts to conceal the fact that he had been influenced by her.

But the dice rolls don't lie. In several games, she successfully saw that because of her licking, Wang Chong's three sixes on the dice turned into fours, sixes, and sixes.

This made Artemis's heart pound wildly, not out of shame, but out of a cold, almost twisted excitement!

A plan emerged in her mind, a plan that would allow her to successfully defeat Wang Chong and change the situation.

A strong sense of vengeful pleasure and the will to survive instantly overwhelmed the accumulating despair.

As she was forced to swallow, she silently let out a hateful sneer in her heart:

“Wang Chong…this is what you taught me! Lesson Three: You can defeat your opponents even outside the game…”

"Now, it's my turn to use these underhanded tactics!"

Deep within her azure eyes, the tears of humiliation had not yet dried, yet a resolute and icy light had already ignited.

The next time she rolls the dice, she will not only roll the perfect number, but also... make Wang Chong taste what it's like to be defeated by "underhanded tactics"!

Thus, Artemis's licking motion subtly took on a deliberate, exploratory grinding quality.

Wang Chong lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the woman's trembling silver hair in his arms, and at the subtle change in her head-burying movements, and a deeper, more playful smile appeared on his lips.

He sensed that subtle "initiative," that sharp edge that was trying to retaliate.

"Finally found out? My Moon Goddess..." Wang Chong murmured to himself, "Then, the real game... is about to begin."

His hand, resting on Artemis's bare thigh, gently tapped the smooth, delicate skin with his fingertips, as if silently announcing the prelude to an even more intense confrontation.

On the gambling table, Wang Chong's chips were piled up like a mountain, gleaming with a breathtaking light—5255 chips.

Artemis, however, had only a pitiful 495 left.

Beneath such a stark disparity, undercurrents are surging.

But Artemis gradually adapted to serving with her mouth.

Therefore, she was becoming less and less affected by Wang Chong's interference when shaking the dice cup.

"boom!"

The cold dice cup slammed heavily onto the gambling table with a dull thud, as if striking Artemis's taut heartstrings.

She maintained that humiliating and fractured posture—her left hand was still forced to serve that scalding weapon, her tongue, with unprecedented, coldly calculated precision, continued to grind the indentation on Wang Chong's body that she had discovered, a spot that could cause subtle tremors.

Meanwhile, his right hand had just completed a near-perfect one-handed dice roll.

Sweat slid down her smooth back, mixing with the remaining tear stains and saliva, creating a sticky and uncomfortable feeling, but she paid no attention to it at the moment.

Those deep blue eyes were fixed on the dice cup, burning not only with humiliation and despair, but also with a near-mad, desperate flame of resolute determination.

“Let’s see who’s bigger, then it’s your turn, Wang Chong.” Artemis’s voice was muffled by the blockage in her mouth, but it carried an unprecedented, cold provocation.

Wang Chong immediately began throwing, but he soon frowned.

Because Artemis's tongue, like the most deadly snake's forked tongue, intensified its force, slowly and forcefully licking around that indentation.

Artemis could clearly feel that, under her deliberate "service," the muscles in Wang Chong's arms around her waist tensed up again, and even his usually steady breathing revealed a slight, imperceptible disorder.

Wang Chong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a low, ambiguous hum.

He looked down at the Moon Goddess in his arms, her silver hair disheveled, her posture disheveled, yet her eyes sharp as knives. The all-controlling smile on his lips seemed to deepen. Because he knew very well that she had changed in the direction he had anticipated.

What a beautiful sight it is when the noble virgin moon goddess, in order to win the bet, no longer cares about shame and chastity.

At least, Wang Chong is already enjoying this feeling.

"boom--"

As the dice cup fell, Wang Chong reached out his free hand, but instead of immediately lifting the cup, he used an intimate force to squeeze the soft flesh on the inside of Artemis's thigh, which was tense from nervousness.

The gesture carried a warning, but also a hint of restlessness as if someone's nerves had been provoked.

When Artemis saw that Wang Chong had already placed his bet, she immediately sobbed and said, "Bet 55!"

"It seems my Miss Artemis has indeed studied very deeply."

Hearing Artemis's words, Wang Chong's voice was low and husky, with a hint of magnetism from being aroused. His gaze swept over the dice cup, then fell back on Artemis's cheeks, which were slightly puffed up from serving:

"Are we already eager to see if your 'little tricks' will bring you the halo of victory?"

Artemis did not answer, but stared back at him with her blue eyes filled with complex emotions, her "work" never stopping, but instead becoming more deliberate and meticulous.