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Chapter 696
“I am Emil Sixto…”
The spotlight flashed, and a wave of applause echoed from below the stage.
The man on stage had a tall and slender figure, dressed in a vintage white suit, with a bow tie adorned with sapphires that complemented his blue eyes.
With a perfect smile on his face, he bowed and took a curtain call just like always, then exited under the reluctant eyes of the audience.
“Emil, your performance today was as elegant and flawless as ever!” His agent’s excited voice came from the other end of the phone. “Look, the show just ended, and you’re already number one on the trending list! As expected of a child of the Sixto family.”
The man leaned back on the soft leather sofa, his smile long gone, replaced with an indifferent, world-weary expression. He casually muttered, “mmm”, and hung up, tossing the phone into the ice bucket on the table and continuing to numb his nerves with alcohol.
His name was Emil, the youngest son of the prestigious Sixto family of the upper class in Country E. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and received a strict and refined noble education.
He had never experienced abuse from his family, nor did he have any painful childhood memories.
Every child of the Sixto family was like a masterpiece of art, but he was an outlier.
Or rather, he was a pervert.
On the surface, he was proud and elegant, but in reality, he craved pain.
He longed to experience that kind of suffering, but always stopped short, held back by the inborn pride and restraint instilled in him by his noble upbringing.
Oh, how he wished to feel pain without restraint!
The kind of pain where he was trampled underfoot, ravaged, and torn apart!
[Ding!]
[Desire level off the charts!]
[Welcome, player, to the horror game!]
Before he passed out, Emil heard this strange voice in his mind.
When he woke up, he found himself in a bizarre world.
Terrifying monsters, flowing blood, agonized screams, and the pain in his body… all of it excited him.
He pretended to maintain his noble demeanor while secretly enjoying the pain. No matter what kind of suffering, it would transform into pleasure, and his body would always return to normal after leaving the copy, waiting for the next round of pain.
What was a horrifying world for others was a paradise for him.
Emil was nearly lost in this world.
Until he met that terrifying man.
Samael.
Emil silently mouthed the man’s name, his eyes hidden beneath his blonde hair looked at the monster before him with disdain.
‘Trash.’
‘Worthless beast.’
‘Is that all the strength you have?!’
‘Why does it hurt so much, yet the pleasure is not even one-tenth of what that man gave me?’
Emil’s mind grew hazy.
He looked at the monster’s scythe and suddenly thought, if this scythe pierced through his heart, would he finally experience that ultimate pain and ecstasy?
He couldn’t help but think of that man again.
Thinking of the path that man’s fingertip traced across his body, and the marks he left behind.
Now, in the midst of battling the monster, his thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to what had happened in the underground cell.
His blood suddenly began to boil and surge.
In a daze, he heard the man’s voice whisper in his ear: “Emil, survive.”
Emil snapped back to reality just as the scythe slashed across his chest and plunged into his thigh.
At the same time, in his mind, the man’s hand pressed heavily on his wound. Emil shuddered violently, the long-held tension within him releasing in an instant.
His gaze softened, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The monster no longer mattered; Emil dealt with it mercilessly and left the copy world.
But it wasn’t long before the man caught him.
The terms the man offered were irresistible.
Not only would he gain the pleasure he craved, but the man would also keep his secret.
Emil couldn’t wait to sign, but he kept up his noble pretense, hesitating for a moment before finally scrawling his name.
…
“Do you know what you look like right now?”
The golden hair was yanked back, forcing Emil to lift his gaze to the mirror in front of him.
In the mirror, his naked body was covered in bruises and welts, like a broken doll that had been played with too much.
The man, however, remained impeccably dressed, his hood not even slightly askew.
Who would have thought that the elegant and noble white rose magician of Country E would look like this?
A sense of shame welled up within him.
Emil tried to turn his head away, but the man forced him to continue looking at the mirror.
He thought the man would say something to humiliate him.
But instead, the man said, “You’re like a cat that fell in the mud and is trying to lick its fur clean, but is still trapped in the mud. But no matter how dirty you get, you’re still so cute.”
Emil: “…”
The man added, “You’d better not show this expression in front of other men, or you’ll be torn apart and devoured, leaving nothing behind.”
Emil: “…”
The man seemed amused, and his deep voice was laced with a smile. “Meow for me.”
Emil gritted his teeth. “Meow.”
Samael chuckled softly, “Good boy.”
Emil’s muscles suddenly twitched uncontrollably.
Crazy, too crazy.
He actually felt satisfied because of Samael’s praise.
Not because of the pain, but because of Samael’s laughter.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, it seemed like he had fallen for Samael.
After confirming his feelings for Samael, Emil suddenly felt troubled.
During moments of pleasure, he could be on the losing side because it brought him joy. He was willing to display his physical reactions, but he was unwilling to bare his heart.
He was such a mess, but his pride was higher than the clouds in the sky.
How ridiculous.
Emil began to deliberately avoid Samael, almost self-destructively indulging himself.
Until Samael blocked his path outside the music hall once again.
Those people fled in panic, and Samael revealed his true form.
A snake-like body with twelve black wings.
Not human at all.
Samael said to him, “You’re broken, and I’m crumpled. We’re a perfect match.”
Emil suddenly felt at peace.
He suddenly realized why he liked Samael. He was different from everyone he knew.
In the real world, his parents knew about his situation. His mother would look at him with eyes full of pity, as if he were a terminally ill puppy.
His mother said, “Emil, don’t be afraid. We will definitely cure you.”
His father, on the other hand, would frown and look down at him from above, as if his existence had tainted the family’s honor.
His parents treated his fetish as a filthy disease, believing there was some kind of virus in him.
In the game world, when people found out about his fetish, they were shocked, crazed, and ecstatic.
They were amazed at encountering such a bizarre anomaly, followed by the pleasure of being able to toy with him as they pleased.
But Samael was different.
He treated him like a normal person.
In Samael’s eyes, there was no disdain, no pity, no greed. He just treated him as an equal.
‘Heh, he is indeed the person I like.’
‘Since that’s the case, I won’t let you go from today on.’
‘Samael, you’ve made me addicted.’
‘Samael, become addicted to me too.’
‘Physically, it may seem like I need you, but on a soul level, you can come as close as you want.’
‘Then you will be infatuated with me, desire me, and in the end, you’ll never be able to leave me.’
‘No matter where I am, you’ll find me.’
‘No matter what means you use, you will come to my side without hesitation.’
‘I am broken, you are crumpled, we are a perfect match.’