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

The intrusion of the foreign object was incredibly clear. That thin membrane, symbolizing purity, was tightly connected to the invisible barrier of vows, and was now under unprecedented pressure.

Artemis felt a blasphemous pain emanating from the depths of her soul, accompanied by a physical swelling that made her vision blur. She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, her hands futilely clawing at the cold tabletop.

"Waaah... Stop... Please..." Broken pleas escaped her lips uncontrollably, tinged with desperate sobs.

"Beg me?" A cruel and excited glint flashed in Wang Chong's eyes. He leaned down, almost touching Artemis's ear, his voice low but like thunder: "Too late! Break for me!"

With a deep roar, his strength suddenly erupted from his waist and abdomen! The dragon, strengthened by the laws of the contract, slammed into the final barrier with overwhelming power!

"laugh--!"

A barely audible sound, yet seemingly exploding deep within Artemis's soul, rang out. It was the sound of the pure vow being forcibly torn apart by the power of the contract's laws!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

An unprecedented, soul-rending pain instantly swept over Artemis! She let out a shrill, distorted scream, her body arching violently upwards like a fish thrown into boiling oil!

Her toes were pointed, her delicate toes curling desperately inside her white stockings. Those eyes, which had once reflected the bright moon, were now filled only with churning white light and endless pain.

Her hands instinctively clung tightly to Wang Chong, who was pressing down on her, her nails digging deep into the muscles of his back, leaving scratch marks, like the last struggle of a dying animal.

However, that amount of force was nothing more than a tickle to Wang Chong's powerful body.

In the midst of excruciating pain, Artemis clearly felt that something deep within her body, imprinted on her soul, had been utterly and mercilessly pierced and shattered.

That was one of the foundations of her existence as the virgin goddess Artemis.

At the point where the two were joined, a bright red thread, carrying a divine glow, quietly seeped out and dripped silently onto the long-awaited white silk, like a poignant red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

Wang Chong looked at the dazzling red with satisfaction, but did not rush to act. Instead, he lowered his head and, with an almost gentle cruelty, lightly kissed Artemis's brow, which was furrowed in pain. He followed the bridge of her upturned nose and finally captured her pale, trembling lips.

His kisses were skillful and aggressive, easily prying open her teeth with an undeniable domineering force.

"Mmm...uh..." Artemis instinctively wanted to resist, but was almost suffocated by the kiss. The kiss, mixed with the smell of blood and the other person's scent, had a strange, dizzying magic.

Chapter 695 Deception and the Truth of the Gamble

"Waaah..."

The concept of time has become completely blurred in the endless decline.

As the goddess who ruled the moon, Artemis felt for the first time the length and stickiness of the night so vividly, so long that it suffocated her, so sticky that she was trapped in it and could not extricate herself.

Every minute and every second felt like a stretched silver thread, entangling her and dragging her deeper into the abyss.

She had never longed for daylight so much, for the cool morning light to dispel the dizzying chaos.

At first, Artemis’s consciousness was still struggling fiercely, and her body instinctively resisted the surging, completely unfamiliar waves.

However, even the strongest dam cannot withstand continuous impact. Gradually, her body betrayed her will, becoming a complete prisoner of her senses, obediently yielding to the torrent that repeatedly washed over and swept everything away.

Consciousness was like being thrown into scalding honey, repeatedly rising and falling, dissolving between extreme pleasure and vague pain, until finally becoming a hazy blur.

Later, even a body imbued with divinity could not withstand such relentless and intense consumption.

She was completely exhausted, like a small boat, passively rising and falling in the surging waves. Each wave crest lifted her up, bringing a dizzying pleasure, and each plunge into the trough was accompanied by a weak, suffocating feeling.

During this time, Artemis was pushed into the abyss of darkness countless times by the overload impact, and after a brief period of unconsciousness, she was forcibly awakened by an even more intense rhythm, forced to consciously perceive the torment that was a mixture of pain and excruciating pleasure.

Eventually, she got used to it. She stopped thinking, stopped struggling... she got used to the touch of that strong body, used to the aggressive, intimate rhythm, used to the strong scent in the air that belonged to both of them.

Her belly was now brimming with an overwhelming surge of magical power.

That was proof of countless "mana replenishments," which had now far exceeded her capacity to bear, as if every inch of her skin and every cell was groaning under the unbearable burden.

"Ha ha……"

It felt like an eternity before the endless, intense activity finally came to a halt.

Artemis seemed to have all her strength completely drained away, unable to even move her fingertips. She could only lie on the messy bed, emitting intermittent, weak breaths like a dying animal.

An overwhelming fatigue pressed down on her like a lead weight, and she couldn't even lift her eyelids. In this extreme exhaustion, her consciousness sank completely into boundless darkness.

As the first rays of dawn, carrying a cool temperature, cautiously pierced the room, attempting to dispel the remnants of the night, Artemis remained deep in slumber, completely unaware.

The gentle morning light outlined her curvaceous body, which was covered with clear yet ambiguous marks.

Those were the magical traces left by Wang Chong after unleashing his Noble Phantasm, like silent branding marks, densely covering her fair skin, silently proclaiming that she had completely fallen for him and become his unquestionable possession.

"Hmm..." A soft moan, filled with weariness and confusion, finally broke the silence of the room. Artemis's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

Those clear, moonlit blue-silver eyes were now filled with the bewilderment and emptiness of a newborn baby.

She propped herself up with her aching, weak arms, letting her silky silver hair slip down her shoulders.

Immediately, Artemis frowned slightly, feeling an unusual emptiness between her legs, as if something familiar, heavy, was missing... The feeling of being filled and occupied had vanished.

What's missing...?

This confusion was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, creating a slight ripple in the empty lake of her heart.

She turned her gaze blankly, like a lost lamb, futilely searching for answers in unfamiliar surroundings. Until her eyes were firmly fixed on that familiar yet grotesque shape.

"Oh, you're finally awake." That voice, tinged with amusement and a certain satisfaction, rang in my ears like a spell.

Artemis's delicate body trembled violently, as if pulled by invisible threads.

She didn't even have time to think; her body reacted before her consciousness could.

With an almost instinctive submissiveness, she stepped barefoot onto the cold floor and, as if drawn by a magnet, obediently moved in front of Wang Chong, bent down, and stretched out her slightly trembling, slender hand to grasp the source of all the madness of the previous night.

Wang Chong was slightly taken aback at first, then a knowing yet slightly amused smile appeared on his lips:

"You've been up all night and you're still not over it? It's over, Miss Artemis."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her skin covered in red marks, his voice lower and more seductive: "Of course, if you're still not satisfied, I wouldn't mind... reliving last night's 'lesson' once more on this beautiful morning."

Artemis's icy fingers had already touched the scalding hot Noble Phantasm, and just as she subconsciously wanted to put it in her mouth, Wang Chong's words struck her chaotic consciousness like a thunderclap!

Those unfocused pupils, like dusty gems, suddenly contracted, and their scattered spirit abruptly focused.

Reason surged back like a tidal wave, instantly washing away all the ambiguity and inertia.

"You—me—!!"

Overwhelmed by immense shame, anger, and the chilling feeling of being deceived!

She released her grip abruptly as if burned by a hot iron. Her body, weakened by the intense emotional turmoil, became unsteady, and she collapsed onto the carpet with a thud. All the accusations and curses that rushed to her lips were choked back by the sudden clarity and humiliation, leaving only rapid and broken breaths.

“Miss Artemis…” Wang Chong’s tone carried a calm, hindsight-based composure, as if stating a predetermined outcome, “What’s done is done, and nothing can be changed.”

He stood up, walked up to her, and looked down at her vulnerable and disheveled state. Then, with an irresistible force, he patted her hand on her marked shoulder.

"I look forward to your guidance over the next 100 years."

As soon as he finished speaking, he scooped her up in his arms and, in a standard princess carry, easily lifted the naked goddess, who had nowhere to hide, off the cold ground.

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

Artemis snapped out of her shock and began to struggle violently, pounding her fists against his chest in vain, her voice filled with rage and fury.

Being lifted off the ground so naked made her feel unprecedented shame and panic.

"What are you doing?" Wang Chong looked down at her cheeks, flushed with shame and indignation, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I'm taking you to get a proper cleaning. Do you really want to walk out naked with... well, my 'mark' all over your body?"

He paused deliberately, admiring her face, which had become even paler with humiliation, and slowly added, "Don't forget, you'll still have control over your clothes for the next hundred years. Oh... not just your clothes, but also your body. Be quiet."

As soon as Wang Chong spoke, Artemis's struggling body stopped completely.

"How is this possible?!" Artemis's eyes widened in disbelief. "The gamble...wasn't it over?! Wasn't your control over my body only for this gamble?!"

Artemis resisted desperately, but no matter how hard she tried, her will seemed to sink into the sea.

Her body no longer belonged to her own.

"The end?" Wang Chong's sly smile deepened, like a fox finally baring its fangs. "Miss Artemis, you only lost that round and owe an astronomical number of chip points. When did I say... the game was over?"

His voice carried a deliberate lead: "Have you forgotten the unquestionable rules I personally set back then? Do you need me... to repeat them clearly for you again?"

Before she could answer, Wang Chong, in a clear and cold tone, revealed the carefully designed trap, word by word:

"There is only one way for you to win—take all the chips I have here! Only then will the game truly be over, and you will regain the freedom you've always dreamed of."

"Conversely, when you are unable to pay enough chips to continue the game... it is considered that you have voluntarily conceded. The game ends there as well."

“I…I have nothing left!!” Artemis’s voice trembled with anger and despair. She pointed to her naked body, to the marks all over her body, to the overflowing magic within her—this magic itself was proof of the humiliation of last night!

"My...my purity...it's all gone..." She could barely finish her sentence. The immense loss made her dizzy. What could she possibly use to pay for those so-called "bargains" now?!

“No, you’re wrong, dear Miss Artemis.” Wang Chong slowly shook his head, tightening his arms around her slightly. His gaze swept over every curve of her body as if it were a physical object, with a playful glint in his eyes as he assessed the value of his prey.

"As long as I still desire your body, and even... your heart, then you will always have value to me, and will always be an equivalent to pay off the huge debts you owe."

Wang Chong leaned close to Artemis's ear, whispering like a demon, patiently and cruelly revealing the core truth of this gamble, the truth that drove Artemis to despair:

"Therefore, there is only one way for you to lose this bet—"

"Until you give me everything—your body, your soul, your will... completely and utterly, without a trace left!"

"When that time comes... that will be the moment when this gamble I specially tailored for you truly comes to an end."

Chapter 696 Disheartened

Wang Chong's blatant declaration struck Artemis like a thunderbolt.

Her delicate body trembled violently, and her silver-blue eyes instantly lost focus, as if her soul had been shaken out of her body by those words, leaving only endless humiliation and icy fear.

"You—you utter liar!" Artemi's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and despair. "You...you already possessed this body, and now you want to steal my heart, my soul, and trample on it too? I...I will never let you succeed!"

Artemis finally understood Wang Chong's sinister intentions in setting up this gamble. It wasn't just about possessing her body, but also about making her completely fall into his clutches and become his plaything.

"Hahaha..." Wang Chong's laughter echoed in the humid air, tinged with undisguised contempt and amusement. "You know what? Around me, there are more than just one or two women like you who initially put on the act of chastity and virtue. But in the end..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his fingers mischievously pinching her sensitive waist, eliciting a suppressed shiver from her, before continuing:

"...Won't they all become docile and delicious? You, Artemis, won't be the first, and you certainly won't be the last. Tsk, I'm really looking forward to the day you push away your current sweetheart with a look of disgust, but then throw yourself into my arms..."

Wang Chong paused, feeling the soft warmth in his arms, deliberately weighing her in his arms for a moment, his deep laughter carrying a hot breath onto her sensitive earlobe:

"Hmm, rather...aren't you throwing yourself into my arms right now? The feeling of having such a warm and soft body in my arms is indeed quite nice."

"Bastard! Scoundrel! Utterly shameless!" Artemis was filled with shame and indignation, her teeth clenched, wishing she could tear him to pieces. But under Wang Chong's restraint, all her strength seemed to have been drained, and even her struggles were pitifully weak.

She could only writhe in vain within his iron-like arms, a behavior that seemed more like a provocative act of feigned resistance.

“Save your energy, Miss Artemis…” Wang Chong’s deep voice carried an undeniable force as he carried her towards the enormous bathtub. “Be a good girl and bathe with me, enjoying this wonderful morning is the right thing to do… Hahahaha…”

His laughter was filled with the smug satisfaction of being in control of everything.

“Ooh…” Artemis’s desperate cry was mercilessly drowned out by his laughter.

With a splash, warm water enveloped them, and the two sank into the large bathtub together. The water rippled, their skin pressed together, and the rising steam made everything seem hazy and ambiguous.

"No...don't touch there! Ha...ha..." She twisted in vain, trying to avoid the large hands that were roaming freely over her body, her voice broken and intermittent with shame, anger, and some indescribable stimulation.

"I said... I can do it myself... uh!!" Before he could finish speaking, a sudden exclamation was abruptly choked in his throat, and his body tensed up instantly.

"what--!!"

Soon after, an even sharper, mournful cry suddenly erupted, and Artemis trembled violently like a frightened fawn.

"You...you clearly said you would only...only clean it up! Why did you...go in again..." She stammered, her voice filled with pain and a strange feeling that she herself did not want to admit.

Artemis responded with an even more mocking whisper from Wang Chong: "Without my 'good darling,' how can I thoroughly clean those...most secret, deepest places...?"

He deliberately emphasized certain words, each syllable like a feather scratching Artemis's nerves.

"Besides... I've completely relinquished control over you now~" Wang Chong paused deliberately, enjoying her momentary stiffness, and continued, "It's your own body actively using my treasure to clean you up~"

"Gulp..." These words struck Artemis's heart like a heavy hammer. Her throat bobbed, and she let out a choking sob. Her face turned ashen, and the last glimmer of stubbornness in her eyes dimmed, leaving only a bewildered and deeply ashamed expression of utter defeat.

This mental humiliation was far more unbearable for her than the physical assault.

“Then,” Wang Chong asked deliberately, his voice carrying a devilish allure, “do you need me to leave? Give me a straight answer, Miss Artemis.”

“Why are you asking this now? Do you think you’ll just leave if I tell you to?” Artemis turned around and glared at Wang Chong.

"Sure~" After saying that, Wang Chong took the opportunity to leave.

"Wait...wait—!" Artemis's voice almost blurted out, carrying an urgency she herself was unaware of, and a hint of barely perceptible pleading.

"Oh?" Wang Chong stopped what he was doing, a knowing, mischievous smile curving his lips. "What? Changed your mind again? It seems... Miss Artemis actually enjoys this kind of thing?"

"I...I just don't want you to keep...keep bothering me! I want you to stop now! I still need to...I still need to go find my darling and explain why he didn't come home all night!"

She tried to make her tone sound angry and resolute, but a hint of guilty panic lurked deep in her eyes.

"Heh..." Wang Chong scoffed disdainfully, lightly patting her smooth thigh with his large hand, making a crisp sound. "What's the point of explaining to a piece of trash who can't even protect his own woman? Does he deserve it?"