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

"Ugh!" The slapping sensation on her thigh and the insulting comment made Artemis tremble. Her emerald eyes blazed with anger again as she glared at him fiercely.

"Fine, fine, whatever you want." Wang Chong seemed to have lost interest in teasing her further, and leaned back lazily against the tub, but the arms that were holding her captive did not loosen; instead, they pulled her even closer to him.

"Now... just focus on enjoying this 'happy' morning time~" His deep laughter carried an unquestionable command.

"Ugh?!—!!" An uncontrollable, incredibly sweet moan suddenly escaped Artemis's throat, her body instantly going limp in his arms, her consciousness seemingly drawn into a vortex of pure sensory stimulation...

…………

About an hour later.

Artemis barely managed to move out of Wang Chong's room by leaning against the wall.

Her steps were unsteady, her legs trembling slightly uncontrollably, each step pulling at her aching muscles, bringing waves of indescribable numbness and hidden pain.

Last night she had already endured excessive demands, and just now in the bathtub, she was "cleaned" several times by that demon in an even more intense way. The lingering feeling of fullness and strange satisfaction deep inside her body made her dazed, and her cheeks still had an alluring flush that had not yet faded.

The only good news is that, as a Heroic Spirit, she has already eaten enough through mana replenishment and doesn't even need to eat breakfast anymore.

Furthermore, the feeling of being filled made Artemis somewhat dazed. Clearly, whether in body or soul, it was undeniable that Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm had given her the ultimate pleasure.

When she finally made it back to her room, she pushed open the door, and the scene that greeted her was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the last trace of warmth in her body—

Her beloved Orion was lying sprawled on the bed, snoring loudly, fast asleep.

A flame, a mixture of grievance, anger, and deep disappointment, suddenly erupted from the deepest part of Artemis's heart, instantly burning her entire body!

What torment did she endure last night? To protect their so-called love, she risked everything, lost, and lost everything—her dignity, her body, and even her soul were defiled.

She was enduring immense torment and guilt from the betrayal.

Artemis thought that at least when she returned with her broken body, she would see her darling waiting anxiously, and even just a concerned inquiry would make her feel that her sacrifice had some value and her pain had some solace.

But the result?

Orion slept so peacefully! So soundly! As if her disappearance and agonizing struggles of the night had nothing to do with him!

The disappointment and anger brought about by this huge gap were like poisonous vines tightly binding her heart, almost suffocating her.

The last glimmer of gentle light in Artemis's eyes was extinguished, replaced by icy rage.

She even felt that hitting Orion at this moment would make her seem incredibly ridiculous and superfluous, and a feeling of utter despair welled up within her.

"boom!"

But in the end, Artemis did not hesitate at all, and with all the strength she had left, she slammed her fist hard into Orion's hairy head!

"Ouch—! That hurts!! Who on earth dared to hit me, the one who's blind…"

Orion was jolted awake from his dream, clutching his head and jumping up.

He had only shouted half of his curses when he saw that the person standing by the bed was Artemis, whose face was as cold as ice and whose eyes were icy. His arrogant attitude was instantly extinguished, and he deflated like a punctured balloon.

Orion scratched the back of his head sheepishly, his eyes darting around with obvious guilt: "Ah... Artemis? You... you're back?"

"Okay, darling, you did a really good job..."

Artemis's voice was eerily calm, devoid of any warmth; each word was like an ice bead hitting the ground: "For you, I toiled outside all night, exhausting myself, and only with great difficulty... only now have I managed to temporarily deal with that demon's entanglement!!"

After speaking, she paused, swallowing the rest of her words with difficulty, and instead began to accuse Orion, her voice filled with deep weariness and despair: "And you? You sleep soundly and peacefully, completely at ease? It seems that my life or death, in your heart... is nothing more than that?"

Chapter 697 A Series of Lies

"I...I'm innocent!"

Upon hearing this tone, Orion broke out in a cold sweat, realizing the gravity of the situation. He quickly adopted a pitiful and anxious expression and explained:

"How could I not want to wait for you? I was pacing around outside all night, so anxious I didn't sleep a wink!"

"But I... I didn't dare to go to Boss Wang Chong's room to confront him... I... I was worried it would cause you trouble! As a result, it was almost dawn, and I couldn't stay awake any longer. My eyelids were drooping, and I thought I'd just take a nap and wait for you to come back... Who knew, who knew I'd fall asleep..."

He spoke with heartfelt sincerity, yet he dared not meet Artemis's silver-blue eyes, which seemed to see through people's hearts, and his fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of the blanket.

This was, of course, a complete lie. After his initial anxiety last night, he quickly concluded that Artemis could handle Wang Chong, so he went to sleep early with a clear conscience and even had a pleasant dream.

However, Artemis was unaware of the truth. Her trust in Orion was almost blind, or rather, it was a lifeline she desperately clung to, making her feel that all the sacrifices of the previous night were worthwhile.

Therefore, seeing Orion's "aggrieved" look and hearing his explanation, her cold and angry expression involuntarily softened a little.

Artemis desperately needs these words of "being valued" to support her crumbling heart, even if it's just a false comfort.

Orion keenly noticed the subtle change in Artemis's expression, and a great weight was lifted from his heart, knowing that he had temporarily gotten away with this.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To appear more concerned and to change the subject, he glanced at Artemis's still slightly trembling legs and asked with concern:

"Artemis, what happened to your leg? It looks... not right? Is it injured?"

This question was like a needle, precisely piercing Artemis's most sensitive nerve! Her body stiffened abruptly, and a strong sense of shame instantly surged up her cheeks, burning her ears bright red.

Artemis almost instinctively brought her legs together, desperately trying to control the damned trembling and prevent it from becoming too obvious or suspicious.

"No...it's nothing serious!" Artemis hurriedly shook her head, her voice sharp with nervousness, quickly reciting the explanation she had prepared:

"Well... I had a match with him! I'm thinking... I'd like to try and reduce the conditions a bit, since a hundred years is just too long... I... I have to try my best to help us..."

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look Orion in the eye. This was the first time in her life she had lied to the man she loved, and her heart was pounding in her chest.

“Of course…” Artemis took a deep breath, trying to make her tone sound more natural, “In the end… as you might have guessed, I was no match for him at all. His strength… is probably no less than that of the Olympian gods. The battle… was very intense.”

She cleverly concealed the truth by engaging in combat with the other party.

“No wonder…” Orion nodded as if suddenly realizing something, then looked at her legs and asked with concern, “You were treated all night? Are you feeling better now?”

“Much better…” Artemis quickly replied, trying to straighten her back and appear more energetic. “The treatment was very effective, and I have… basically recovered.”

Her blush deepened, and Orion probably interpreted this embarrassment as simply feeling bad for failing to help him in the battle.

“However…” Artemis’s tone shifted, becoming heavy, which was the key point she was laying the groundwork for, “The corresponding price… has also become heavier, but the time has not been reduced in the slightest.”

"And..." she paused, as if finding it difficult to say, her voice lowering, "...in the future...if he needs me to...give him a massage...I must be there whenever he calls..."

When she uttered the word "massage," her voice was barely audible, filled with intense humiliation.

This condition was naturally something she made up on the spot. And the reason for making it up was that Wang Chong might summon her at any time to perform those unsavory "services" that she couldn't tell Orion.

She had to lay the groundwork in advance, finding a plausible excuse for possible frequent "disappearances" and abnormal situations in the future.

Artemis then raised her head, her silver-blue eyes filled with unease and cautious probing, and stared intently at Orion's expression:

“Darling…you…you don’t mind, do you? I…I did it for us…to finally get rid of him…”

Her voice trembled slightly, a performance that masked her deep-seated fear. She feared her lie being exposed, feared losing the love she desperately tried to protect, a love already riddled with holes.

However, after hearing her recount Wang Chong's handling of the situation, Orion breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had been granted a pardon, and his whole body almost collapsed.

"That's great...that's really great..."

He patted his chest, forcing a relieved smile, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead glistening in the sunlight.

"To be honest, I was terrified! With such a huge debt, I was afraid that Lord Wang Chong would not even bother to accept your... uh... labor as compensation, and would just throw the two of us into the sea to feed the fish, or punish us with even more terrible means."

"It's like I've been given a second chance at life that we were able to resolve this peacefully! I can finally relax and enjoy the rest of my journey."

His tone was a mixture of lightness and lingering fear, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

However, this irresponsible and complacent attitude was like a thorn that pierced Artemis's heart.

Frustration crept over her like vines, making her feel tightness in her chest.

She straightened her back, her clear, moonlit eyes fixed sharply on Orion, her voice carrying an undeniable seriousness:

"Stop looking so pathetic, darling! Do you think everything will be fine once the debt is paid off, and you can continue to indulge your damn gambling addiction? You haven't already forgotten your vow from last night, have you?"

Artemis's fingers tightened unconsciously, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Uh... of course I remember!"

Orion was taken aback by her imposing presence. He abruptly stood up straight, forcefully pounding his broad chest with muffled thuds, but a barely perceptible glint appeared in his eyes:

"I swear! I swear! I will never gamble with those pirates again, not even once! You can rest assured, Artemis!"

Orion's assurances sounded resolute, an attempt to mask his inner turmoil with exaggerated gestures.

Artemis looked at him, her doubts not completely dissipated, but she couldn't find any more explanation at the moment.

She could only suppress her turbulent emotions, look away wearily, swallow her sigh, and decide to trust him for the time being.

……

The remaining two days of sailing passed by on the waves. During these two days, Wang Chong precisely divided Artemis's life into three segments.

Morning, afternoon, and night, she would be summoned to that man's cabin on time to fulfill her humiliating "massage" duties.

Each time I stepped through that door, time seemed to stretch out; the two hours of service felt like wading through a quagmire. The cabin was filled with Wang Chong's unique aura and an indescribable sense of oppression.

Wang Chong leaned lazily against the soft couch, his fingertips casually tracing her arm, his voice carrying a playful air of complete control:

“Miss Artemis, your chips are far from enough to start the next game. So, until you have enough points, you will have to serve me well for quite some time.”

His words were like cold chains, binding her tightly. Thus, in this private space, Artemis was forced to endure Wang Chong's so-called "mana replenishment" in various shameful positions.

That is not only an insult to one's own body, but also a kind of spiritual conquest and taming.

Time and again, the irresistible, excruciating pleasure surged like a raging tide, violently eroding the dam of her reason.

Artemis was horrified to discover that her body's will to resist was becoming dull and blurred under this continuous onslaught.

A strange sense of dependence, like a vine, quietly entwined her defenses, making her increasingly less inclined to resist Wang Chong's demands.

Meanwhile, Orion's performance was like a false ray of hope.

Whenever Artemis was able to meet him, he would always refuse the dice and cards offered by the pirates in a timely and firm manner, and even righteously condemn the harm of gambling.

As Orion steadfastly rejected temptation time and time again, Artemis's cold heart seemed to be warmed by a stone thrown into it, creating ripples of comfort.

This false comfort even became her last weapon to maintain her self-esteem when she was being humiliated by Wang Chong.

She would grit her teeth and use the moment when Wang Chong resorted to those methods that made her blush with embarrassment to mock him. She would tell Wang Chong what kind of man she truly admired!

However, when the ship finally arrived at the island where pterosaurs circled and set foot on solid ground, the cruel truth, like a poisoned dagger, instantly pierced all of Artemis's self-deceptive illusions.

After landing, Wang Chong obviously wanted to reward Sajou Aika, who had been guarding the island for him these past few days, so he specially granted Artemis a day of freedom.

Faced with this rare opportunity to catch her breath, Artemis's first thought was to find Orion, perhaps to share this moment of peace.

However, as she followed the noise and was about to cross the jungle, the scene before her made her blood freeze instantly:

In the shadow of several boulders, Orion was standing in a circle with the pirates.

The dice bounced wildly in the old wooden bowl, the gold coins jingled in their rough hands, and the gamblers' excited shouts and Orion's frustrated pounding of the ground were clearly audible.

In the shadow of several boulders, Orion was standing in a circle with the pirates.

The dice bounced wildly in the old wooden bowl, the gold coins jingled in their rough hands, and the gamblers' excited shouts and Orion's frustrated pounding of the ground were clearly audible.

She was deceived by the person she loved once again.

Chapter 698 Green Grassland

Artemis was heartbroken, but the fragments of conversation that followed, carried on the wind, dealt her an even heavier blow:

"Hey, Orion, don't be discouraged. You had a lucky streak at sea those two days! You beat us quite a bit! It's normal to lose some back now," one of the pirates said.

"Fine, fine! I'll let you win for a bit, but I'll come back and wipe you out later," Orion said angrily.

"Speaking of which, I have to admire you, Orion brother. You've been gambling here these past two days without being discovered by that troublesome woman," another pirate flattered.

"Hehe, that's right! You guys don't even know how well I chose my timing! I specifically chose the moment when she was called away by the boss, so she didn't have time to interfere with what I was doing."

When Orion heard someone praising him, his voice was full of self-satisfaction and showed no remorse.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! That woman must still be in the dark!" one of the pirates laughed heartily.

"Nonsense, we've been so cooperative with the Orion brothers, deliberately inviting them in front of that woman. We even pretended to be disappointed, and it was so convincing that she didn't suspect a thing. Hahahaha..." another pirate chimed in, laughing as well.

Every word was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely searing Artemis's soul.

So that's how it is... all that talk of repentance and firm refusal was a carefully orchestrated deception! Orion was simply taking advantage of the time she was with Wang Chong to continue indulging greedily in his gambling addiction!

She was like a complete fool, kept in the dark, and even used this false "loyalty" to save face in front of Wang Chong!

During his time with Orion, he borrowed gold coins from Wang Chong several times. Wang Chong deliberately didn't point it out, probably because he was watching his attitude.

I'm afraid my act of protecting my own and showing off is just a joke in front of Wang Chong.

A surge of savage killing intent instantly welled up within Artemis. Her knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists, and a chilling rage burned in her silver-blue eyes—kill them all! Leave no one alive! Including this despicable, hopeless Orion!

But in the end, that condensed power, like a punctured balloon, dissipated weakly from her tightly clenched fist, and her arm fell limply to her side.