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

With a dangerous anticipation in his voice, his slender fingers had already touched the dice cup, ready to take control of this perilous game once again.

However, just as he slightly moved his wrist, and the dice were about to clink together in the cup—

A sudden, unusually warm, slippery, and tight sensation enveloped my lower abdomen, accompanied by an astonishing suction force!

Wang Chong's movements suddenly froze, and he looked down.

Artemis had somehow slid to her knees at his feet, burying her exquisitely beautiful face, filled with humiliation and despair, between his legs in an extremely humble "duck sitting" posture.

Physiological tears welled up uncontrollably again, sliding down her tightly closed eyelashes, but she did not stop.

At this moment, Artemis seemed to have abandoned all shame, summoning those disgusting techniques from her memory, and trying her best to swallow, squeeze, and please the Noble Phantasm that symbolized the source of all her humiliation at this moment.

Artemis's movements carried an almost sacrificial madness; each deep throat was accompanied by a slight tremor in her body, yet she was incredibly resolute.

At this moment, deep within her icy blue eyes, there remained only an extreme desire for victory and a raging fire of revenge.

Orion's image flashed through her mind, bringing a sharp pain.

In the end, she betrayed Orion in order to win.

But soon, this heartache was overwhelmed by a deeper hatred—Artemis now only wanted to do one thing, and that was to use the most humble posture to carry out the most decisive counterattack!

"What's wrong? My dear master~" Artemis struggled to expel the ferocious "dragon," panting heavily, her cheeks flushed and her lips glistening with moisture.

She raised her head, her wet eyes feigning a tender look, and forced a seductive smile onto her face.

Her hands never stopped moving. One hand rubbed the contents up and down rapidly, while the index finger and thumb of the other hand precisely pinched the front end, twisting and turning it with a bit of force, as if tightening a bottle cap.

"So you've even forgotten to roll the dice just to see me?" Artemis licked her swollen lips, her voice trembling with a sweet sweetness. "Or is it that... my humble service has already made you... infatuated and unable to look away?"

Chapter 689 To win, they even called upon their master.

"Hehe..." Wang Chong let out a low, pleasant laugh. Instead of stopping her, he completely relaxed his body, leaned back, and handed over the initiative entirely to her.

He deliberately slowed down his shaking motion, enjoying this contrasting "attentiveness" driven by hatred, his eyes like those of someone admiring a work of art being sculpted by his own hands.

"You're really putting in a lot of effort, Artemis. To win, you're even willing to call out 'Master'?" Wang Chong gently brushed his fingertips through her loose silver hair. "Very well, then let me see just how much influence your determination can have on me."

He deliberately prolonged the shaking time, making the dice roll with a dull sound inside the cup, as if in sync with the rhythm of her hands.

Artemis witnessed his enjoyment, and her anger flared up as if doused with boiling oil! She forced herself to calm down, screaming repeatedly in her heart:

"Wang Chong... just enjoy it, enjoy this false service to the fullest! Your arrogance will eventually become the noose that strangles you!"

"I'm not just going to win back the chips I lost! I'm going to make you owe an insurmountable debt! I'm going to use the laws of this contract to completely crush you under my feet, and make you taste the bitterness of being powerless and begging for mercy!"

The venom of humiliation and revenge coursed through her veins.

“Ah, that’s more like you, Miss Artemis.”

Wang Chong could almost hear the roar in her heart. His eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he had found the most interesting toy, and he said:

"Keep that expression on: anger, resentment, disgust... yet you have no choice but to do the most despicable things."

Wang Chong leaned down and whispered in her ear like a lover, his breath hot: "Compared to a docile sheep... I really... prefer to see you struggle and resist, yet have no choice but to submit."

The moment he finished speaking, his wrist suddenly sank!

Boom!

The dice cup landed steadily on the table. Wang Chong looked up and uttered two words, crystal clear: "Compare the smaller ones."

As soon as Wang Chong finished speaking, Artemis seemed to receive a signal and immediately unleashed that suffocating "Noble Phantasm".

Before she could even wipe the mess from the corner of her mouth, she sprang up from the ground, lunged at the gambling table, and gripped her dice cup tightly with both hands, shaking it wildly!

The dice clashed violently inside. She had to be quick! Before Wang Chong could react and use his endless stream of wicked tricks to interfere with her, she had to precisely roll the dice to get a perfect "three ones"!

This might be her only chance!

However, she still underestimated the man's wickedness and speed.

Just as she was completely focused, trying to grasp that mysterious tactile sensation—

"Waaaaah—!!!"

A sharp, short sob, filled with pain and horror, suddenly burst from her throat.

A tearing pain mixed with an indescribable tingling, numbness, and itching sensation exploded violently from her most private rear end like an electric current!

Artemis's legs clamped shut, instantly forming a stiff X shape. Her knees trembled violently, and she felt as if all her bones had been removed. She barely managed to stay upright by clinging to the cold table with her hands. The dice cup teetered precariously in her trembling hands!

Artemis turned her head away with difficulty and anger.

Wang Chong had quietly risen and was now standing behind her. One hand was firmly pressed against her taut buttocks to prevent her from escaping, while the other hand... was slowly and deliberately playing with and tugging at the decorative, fluffy white rabbit tail between her buttocks!

Each tug was accompanied by the terrifying sensation of the foreign object connected to her insides being forcibly dragged out, as if it were about to pull out her internal organs!

Just as it was about to completely slip out of that tight passage, it was violently shoved back in by an even more forceful force.

This repeated torment was a hundred times more painful than any previous simple foreign object insertion! Each entry and exit brought a burning friction sensation and an intense sense of shame from being violated.

“You…!” Artemis’s voice was broken, filled with sobs and extreme anger. The wave of pain mixed with a strange pleasure almost overwhelmed her reason and destroyed her will to roll the dice.

"What is it, Miss Artemis?"

Wang Chong's voice carried a cruel laugh, but his movements didn't stop at all; in fact, he increased the force even more.

"Weren't you quite patient just now? Where did that fierce determination to break through even if it meant biting yourself? Show me how to endure a little longer..."

He moved closer, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive ear, and whispered, "This... is just the appetizer."

Artemis bit her lower lip hard, tasting the metallic, metallic flavor of blood. She struggled against the overwhelming sensory storm raging behind her, her fingers convulsing as she tried to grasp the trajectory of the dice inside the cup.

A profound sense of despair washed over me like a cold tide.

Is it possible that... we're going to repeat the same mistakes again?

Every time... every time she mustered her courage, gathered her fighting spirit, and was about to tear through this demon's defenses and trample him under her feet... she was always just a little bit short!

Then he used even more despicable and vile means to instantly bring me back to my original state!

What about this time?

If she loses again... if she incurs a huge debt... what else can she use as collateral?

She had nothing left to mortgage... only her last vestige of purity remained!

It can be said that Artemis had nowhere left to retreat!

However, if she gives up betting now and wastes a precious chance to "pass", although she can avoid being eliminated immediately, it would mean that she has to bow down and admit defeat to Wang Chong again!

So, should I bow down to Wang Chong?

With this in mind, Artemis had only one answer—absolutely not!

She finally managed to regain the advantage! Why should she bow down to him? Why?!

"Ugh—!!" A suppressed scream erupted from the depths of Artemis's throat! At this critical moment, just as Artemis's will was about to be completely overwhelmed by the waves behind her!

Artemis abruptly pulled her left hand, which was supporting her body, from the table and shoved it into her mouth without hesitation! Then, with all her might, she bit down hard!

Click!

A clear, teeth-grinding sound of flesh tearing!

The ten fingers are connected to the heart!

A piercing, excruciating pain that instantly overwhelmed everything exploded violently in the index and middle fingers of my left hand.

Like the most violent electric current instantly sweeping through my body, it dispelled all the humiliation, stimulation, and interference coming from behind.

Even Wang Chong's action of pulling on the rabbit's tail was slightly paused due to this sudden self-harm.

The intense pain caused Artemis's vision to go black and her consciousness to go blank.

However, it was this extreme pain that, like the sharpest knife, instantly severed all the sensory threads that were distracting her from focusing!

All attention was forcibly compressed and focused on a single target at this moment—her right hand, which was tightly gripping the dice cup!

In the midst of this excruciating pain and blankness of consciousness, in that life-or-death moment, she finally captured the fleeting, perfect dice-shaped feel of her instincts, ingrained in her body through countless practices!

It's now!

With her last ounce of strength, Artemis slammed the dice cup down onto the table!

Boom! !

The heavy impact sounded like the war drums of her indomitable will.

As the dice cup fell, Artemis could no longer hold on. She collapsed heavily onto the cold gambling table, panting heavily, her bunny girl outfit soaked with cold sweat.

The excruciating pain in her left hand and the lingering numbness in her back intertwined, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. Fortunately, the body of a god possessed a resilience far exceeding that of mortals, and Wang Chong ceased his cruel torment.

Therefore, she is slowly getting used to the pain, and her body is gradually returning to normal.

Watching Artemis break free from his control in such a tragic and resolute way, Wang Chong's eyes were full of admiration.

He slowly withdrew his hand, gently stroking the lingering touch on his fingertips, as if savoring the edges of a priceless treasure.

“Heh…hehehe…” A deep laugh escaped from Wang Chong’s chest, filled with pure, treasure-discovering joy. “This…is truly interesting, Miss Artemis. It seems you’re even willing to persecute yourself to win…this sincerity is truly touching.”

Wang Chong's gaze swept over her trembling back as if it were a physical object, and then he said, "Then let me see... whether your battered body can accept this... congratulatory gift."

He gracefully pushed all the chips in front of him into the center of the gambling pool.

"I'm going all in." Wang Chong's voice was calm and even, yet it carried immense power.

He leaned slightly forward, gazing across the gambling table at Artemis, who was barely able to sit up, her face pale but her eyes burning with fury. A provocative, expectant smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Then, Artemis... wager everything you have, including the courage you've just proven and... your purity. Do you dare to call?"

“Call…” Artemis gasped, using her injured hand to support herself on the table, forcing herself to stand up straight.

Sweat, tears, and streaks of blood dripped from her left hand, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like tempered ice burning with a desperate flame.

"Why not follow..." Artemis almost breathed out the words, each one carrying the scent of blood and absolute conviction.

She believed in her dice, in that desperate gamble, a throw that had been paid for with blood and pain, a throw that risked everything!

The light of the law of contract shone once more, like the final judgment.

The dice cup is lifted—

Artemis: Three glaring crimson dots, like congealed blood, lie silently on the die—1, 1, 1, for a total of 3.

Wang Chong: The same three glaring crimson dots, exactly the same—1 dot, 1 dot, 1 dot, a total of 3 dots.

draw!

The cold, radiant light of the contract confirmed the outcome; this time, the scales of fate did not tip in favor of either side.

Artemis suddenly raised her head, her heart pounding violently, the pain in her left hand and back still vivid, but a tremendous surge of joy and an even stronger fighting spirit exploded in her icy blue eyes!

Sweat-soaked silver hair clung to Artemis's forehead, yet her pale face radiated an almost dazzling glow.

That's it!

She stared intently at Wang Chong, who was also looking at her with a hint of surprise, but more so with amusement and excitement.

As long as I don't make mistakes! As long as I can remain invincible!

As long as my will is stronger than his baseness!

So, sooner or later... sooner or later I will seize the moment when you let your guard down, Wang Chong! I will make you pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold price for everything that has happened today!

The flames of revenge had never burned so intensely and so purely in her eyes as they did now.

Chapter 690 The Rear Area Falls

Wang Chong's gaze swept over the light screen formed by the laws of the contract, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

The score was tied again. But this didn't stir up the slightest ripple in his eyes. Instead, it seemed like a scene he had already foreseen.

He snorted softly, his voice laced with a cat-and-mouse smirk: "Hmph, another tie? This is getting more and more interesting, Miss Artemis."

"Let me see how long your unwavering will can last in this gamble."

The cold, impersonal laws of the contract silently operated, calculating the points for Artemis's service. The numbers on the screen flickered:

Artemis: 15500 points → 16000 points.

Wang Chong: 7500 points (unchanged).

According to the previous rule of changing bookmakers in case of a tie, the bookmaker's role, which symbolizes the dominant position, has now shifted to Artemis.

Artemis took a deep breath. Her breath trembled almost imperceptibly, as if she were forcibly suppressing the humiliation and unease surging within her.