Read Novel Full Chapter 694.2
Chapter 694.2
As his brain gradually became muddled and his body started to go numb, a shameful pleasure overwhelmed him, lifting him into ecstasy.
The feeling of suffocation.
The sense of near death.
The pain.
It was like a sharp blade slicing through his consciousness and senses.
Emil’s pupils kept rolling back as his vision blurred, and he could even hear the cracking sound of his throat breaking.
Just when he thought his neck would be snapped by this terrifying man, the grip on him suddenly loosened.
Emil collapsed weakly to the ground, clutching his neck and gasping for fresh air.
Physiological tears blurred his vision as he looked up, glaring angrily at the man in front of him, “Are you crazy? Were you trying to kill me?!”
“Isn’t this what you’ve been yearning for?” The man squatted down, pinching Emil’s chin and forcing him to look at him, his voice cold. “Emil, if this goes on, you will die.”
Emil remained silent.
Samael: “You can’t always walk away unscathed, putting your pleasure in the hands of monsters’ attacks. Sooner or later, you’ll be killed by one of them. In today’s live broadcast, if that monster’s tentacle had shifted just slightly, it would have severed your artery. You would’ve passed out from blood loss instantly, and unable to even launch an attack.”
Samael’s fingers tightened their grip. “If you want to die so much, I can help you right now.”
“No, I don’t want to die.” Emil gasped, his face flushed from the pain. “I just can’t control myself.”
Samael: “Do you want to keep living?”
Emil hesitated for a moment, then said, “Yes.”
Samael: “Then accept my offer. From now on, focus on clearing copies. If you need relief, come find me. I’ll satisfy you.”
Emil subconsciously retorted, “I don’t—”
But Samael’s tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. “I won’t tell anyone about your situation. If you don’t trust me, we can sign a contract.”
“Emil, this is your only chance. If you refuse me again, I won’t help you anymore.”
Emil recalled the suffocating feeling of near-death and the fact that he had almost died in the last copy.
In the end, he nodded. “Okay, I agree.”
Samael’s tone and grip softened slightly. “Do you need a contract?”
Emil thought about it for a moment. “Yes.”
Without hesitation, Samael raised his hand and pulled a contract from the void.
Emil glanced at the contract placed before him.
[Party A: Samael
Party B: Emil
Contract Terms: From the date of signing, Party A must meet Party B’s needs for pain and pleasure and must not disclose Party B’s special preferences to others. Party B must protect themselves during copies and is forbidden to harm their body to satisfy their need for pain.
Once the contract is signed, both parties must comply. Any violation will result in severe punishment.
Punishment Method (Self-drafted): Party A will be unable to return to the original world; Party B will be unable to feel pain.]
Seeing the contract terms, Emil was stunned. “You prepared the contract in advance? And the punishment that I won’t feel pain? That’s too cruel!”
Samael pointed to his own punishment. “I’m just as hard on myself. Returning to my original world is my deepest desire. If I’m going to do this, I’ll leave no way out.”
He took out a pen from his backpack and signed his name under “Party A” with a flourish.
Gritting his teeth, Emil took the pen handed to him, and with a sense of resignation, signed his name under “Party B.”
The moment their names were signed, the contract floated into the air and ignited.
At the same time, a system notification rang out in their minds.
[Ding! Player Samael and Player Emil, the contract has been signed. Please abide by the terms of the contract. Any violation will result in system punishment.]
Emil let out a soft sigh and leaned against the door behind him.
Just as he was about to take a break, his body suddenly felt light as Samael hoisted him onto his shoulder.
Emil exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
Samael strode toward the elevator. “Fulfilling the contract, of course.”
“Fulfilling the contract?” Emil processed the words, “Wait, I don’t—”
“Heh,” Samael slapped Emil’s waist heavily. “You really are like a pig that can’t handle refined grain. Haven’t you been risking your life in these copies for the twisted pleasure I gave you back then?”
A loud smack rang out, and Emil’s expression suddenly changed. His body went limp, collapsing like a cat, completely giving in and no longer struggling.
Under the curious stares of passersby, Samael carried Emil all the way back to his own dormitory.
Emil stayed in Samael’s room for three days and three nights.
No one knew what had happened between them, but Emil became even more afraid of Samael afterward.
Previously, he avoided Samael.
Now, he was both scared and wanted to see him.
How could one describe it?
Before, he was like a mouse terrified of a cat.
Now, it was more like Jerry seeing Tom.
Fear mixed with… something ambiguous.
No one dared to ask, and no one dared to speak about it.
…
When Samael found Emil on the 50th floor, he had just finished enduring the system’s contract punishment and was lying weakly on the ground.
A dark-haired young man was crouching beside Emil, using a healing card on him.
“Thank you for saving Emil,” Samael said to the young man as he picked up the limp Emil.
This was the first time he met Bai Lixin.
But he had heard the name Bai Lixin before.
He knew that Song Yuantian wanted to recruit him into the guild and had been paying extra attention to him.
Ever since meeting Bai Lixin, Song Yuantian had stopped seeking out other attractive members.
Samael vaguely sensed that Song Yuantian might not be a simple beauty addict, but that he had always been looking for Bai Lixin.
Bai Lixin was indeed skilled at clearing copies.
But there were many skilled players. Why was Song Yuantian so focused on him?
As he left with Emil, Samael couldn’t help but take another glance at the young man.
Just as Samael was about to look away, he caught sight of a masked dealer standing next to the young man. For some reason, the dealer seemed very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Where had he seen him?
‘Is it because he’s an NPC that I’ve seen him before?’
Suddenly, a vague figure flashed through his mind.
It was that person who helped him escape from the copy to the game lobby. He had helped him, but he had forgotten the person’s face and name.
‘Could this dealer be that person?’
‘If this dealer is that person, then Bai Lixin…’
By the time he brought Emil back to his dormitory, Emil was still lying there, his chest rising and falling violently with a vacant stare in his eyes.
Throwing Emil onto the bed, Samael asked coldly, “When did you get involved with Wen Ziqing? He’s not a good guy.”
Emil blinked, turned over on the bed, and lay on his side to look at the man standing by the bed. “Of course I know he’s no good. I’m just using him to sign a contract with Bai Lixin.”
Samael bent slightly, his voice carrying a hint of pressure. “You did it on purpose?”
Emil said bluntly: “Yes, but this doesn’t count as breaking our contract. I experienced the pain in the game lobby, not in the copy.”
Samael was silent for two seconds. “Why didn’t you come to me?”
“I didn’t want to.” The young man’s golden hair hung down, obscuring his expression. “Samael… hey, do you know any way to break a contract?”
Samael’s gaze darkened, and a heavy pressure began to fill the room.
“Why didn’t you come to me?” he asked, his voice cold but calm. “Why do you want to break the contract?”
Although his voice remained composed, Emil knew that Samael was on the verge of exploding.
Emil shook his head. “There’s no particular reason. I’m just tired of it. It’s always you, no freshness at all. How about we just cancel the contract?”
“Okay.”
Unexpectedly, Emil got a positive answer, showing a look of astonishment. “Really?”
Samael: “But there is no such thing as ‘canceling’ a contract in the Horror Game Lobby, only ‘breaking it by violating it’. If you want to cancel it, then go ahead and break it—if you can bear the punishment for breaking the contract.”
Emil: “Why does it have to be me?”
“Who else would it be? Me?” Samael crossed his arms, a cold smirk forming on his lips. “Aren’t you the one who wants to unilaterally break the contract? Then you’ll have to bear the consequences.”
“What I mean is,” Emil swallowed with difficulty, “why me?”
“I know you don’t care about anyone, so why did you choose me? Is it just because I’m such a pervert?”
“You’re talking too much today.” Samael pursed his lips and easily flipped Emil over, pressing his face into the blanket.
In his hands, Emil’s clothes were as fragile as flower petals. In no time, the young man was as bare as a peeled egg, his clothes crumpled messily around his ankles, with only a pair of white cotton socks still on his feet.
The sharp sound of slapping echoed through the space, and the white rose trembled violently in the air.
The toes clad in white socks kept digging into the bed, but the young man, unlike his usual self, bit down hard and didn’t make a sound.
Samael paused and looked down at the white rose blossoming in his hands.
The dazzling golden hair spread out, making the young man’s already pale skin appear even whiter.
His shoulders trembled, and his neck was taut.
Samael knew that Emil was feeling pleasure, but something was strange about him today.
In fact, Emil seemed to have returned to his original state lately, avoiding him.
It had been ten days since Emil sought him out, and during those ten days, Samael couldn’t find him either.
As a result, when he finally found him today, he discovered that Emil had been up to something crazy again. He went to the 50th floor, pretending to show off and bully newcomers, but in reality, he was looking to be punished.
Samael couldn’t figure out what was going on in that beautiful head of his.
“What’s wrong with you?” Samael withdrew his hand, his gaze unconsciously falling on the red blush blooming on the white rose.
That was his handiwork, a flower that bloomed just for him.
Taking a deep breath, Samael suppressed the restless feeling in his lower abdomen.
Emil’s voice, muffled under the covers, was somewhat dull.
Samel heard the other party mutter, “Why haven’t you had sex with me?”
“What?” Samael thought he had misheard. “What did you say?”
Maybe Emil had reached his breaking point. He suddenly turned around, his golden hair drawing a beautiful arc. “Do you really have no sexual interest in me at all? Every time, it’s just to help me? You’re such a kind person, Samael, thank you so damn much!!!”