ATFBETIBM Chapter 670.2

Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. The Countess suddenly panicked and lowered her voice, “Someone’s coming, let go of me.”

The man: “Either we stay like this, or you come into the room with me. You choose.”

The footsteps grew louder, accompanied by the sound of voices.

“Hurry up, darling.”

“Hey, slow down. I’m not going to run away.”

“But I can’t wait anymore. When I hugged you on the dance floor earlier, I wanted to pin you against the wall and kiss you hard.”

The Countess’s whole body tensed up. “I’ll go into the room with you.”

The man lowered his voice, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear. “If you come inside, you should know what’s going to happen, right?”

The Countess bit his lip, and the voices of the couple outside grew louder. The Countess reluctantly nodded. “Yes.”

The two figures slipped into the room, and the door was gently closed.

The Countess was pressed against the door, and her lips were immediately seized by a warm, urgent kiss. Before she could react, the man had already begun his aggressive invasion.

Like a beast, the man seemed intent on devouring the Countess whole.

“Riiiip—” The man violently tore the expensive gown along its slit, and pushed his long, straight legs forward to support the Countess’s slightly trembling body.

Hearing the sound, the man outside paused. “What’s that noise?”

His partner glanced toward the sound curiously, and upon seeing two heads pressed together behind the glass, she quickly looked away. “Oh, it’s just a couple in the heat of passion. Let’s go.”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Unconcerned, the man grabbed the woman’s arm and pressed her against the door, kissing her. “Dream Star is our dream paradise. We can do whatever we want here.”

The sensual sounds from outside seeped through the door, causing the Countess to tremble with nervousness.

The man’s dark eyes stared at the person before him. The Countess’s lips that were red and swollen from the kiss were tightly pursed, refusing to make a sound.

The edges of her eyes shimmered, as though tears were about to fall any second, and she looked pitiful.

The man’s hands moved more boldly and the Countess’s neck arched tensely, desperately trying to control himself. She shook her head in confusion, attempting to stop him.

“Afraid someone might catch our dear Countess having an affair with a stranger?” The man whispered close to the Countess’s ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

The Countess nodded and shook her head, hands frantically grasping at the man’s arm.

The heavy breathing outside grew louder.

With a single sweep of his hand, the man pinned both of the Countess’s wrists against the door. “Do you want me to get rid of them?”

The Countess trapped in the man’s grip nodded.

The man: “Then agree to become my lover, and I’ll make them leave.”

The Countess: “…”

Outside, the man’s voice echoed amidst the panting. “Strange, why does the woman’s clothes inside look so familiar?”

The woman replied angrily, “I’m right in front of you, and you’re still thinking about another woman?!”

The man: “No, I swear, she really looks familiar. Look, if you don’t believe me.”

The Countess’s body tensed again. She glared at the man before him, gritted her teeth and lowered her noble head in humiliation. “Fine, I agree.”

Her arms were suddenly released.

The man wrapped the Countess tightly in his embrace, shielding him from the prying eyes outside.

The couple outside looked through the glass, only to be met by a pair of cold, hawk-like eyes.

“Get lost.”

They heard the threat from inside and jumped away from the door in fright, their hurried footsteps echoing as they quickly left.

The room fell into silence, leaving only the Countess’s heavy breathing.

Suddenly, the Countess’s body became light as the man scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.

“Wait, the Count wants to see me,” the Countess said in a panic.

“But the one you’re meeting now isn’t the Count, it’s me.” The man ignored the Countess’s plea, and with a tug, her black evening gown tore into several pieces, barely hanging on her body.

The Countess was pressed down on the soft velvet in a humiliating posture. No matter how she begged, the man’s attacks only grew more fierce.

In the grand hall, music played, and glasses clinked.

In the hidden room, the muffled sounds of distress continued to rise and fall.

…

The old but still spirited Count appeared in the hall, dressed in an elegant black tailcoat. He glanced around, his gaze roaming across the room.

Occasionally, someone would approach to clink glasses with him, and the Count responded politely but perfunctorily before quickly shifting his gaze back to the hall.

As an excellent anchor of thriller-type decryption games, Ji Nansheng will not reveal his identity from the beginning.

He hid among the guests, quietly observing the Count.

As he quietly approached, he saw the Count grabbing a nearby servant and asking, “Have you seen the Countess?”

The servants shook their heads, “Sorry, my Lord, we haven’t seen the Countess.”

“Find her!” The Count’s brows furrowed where the guests couldn’t see and his expression was fierce. He was so unlike the friendly demeanor he showed in public. “Don’t let the guests notice. Find the Countess for me!”

Ji Nansheng glanced at the second floor.

It didn’t seem like the relationship between the sixty-year-old Count and his twenty-something Countess was as harmonious as the system had described.

Could it be that the Countess was deliberately avoiding the Count and had run upstairs?

As he pondered, he saw some servants heading up to the second floor.

Ji Nansheng’s thoughts stirred, and he followed them upstairs.

Servants bustled back and forth in the corridor on the second floor.

They seemed well-trained, maintaining graceful steps even as they quickened their pace.

The servants searched the second floor thoroughly but returned empty-handed, then went back downstairs.

Ji Nansheng stared at the carpeted corridor in confusion. The corridor ended in a dead end, with no other paths.

He had clearly seen the Countess go upstairs but hadn’t seen her come back down. How could she have vanished into thin air?

Could the Countess be in one of these rooms?

Could finding the missing Countess be the first side task?

Ji Nansheng thought, quietly waiting for the system to assign the task.

But after two minutes, the system remained silent.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room had reached 1.5 million, and the barrage was scrolling rapidly.

[The Count looked scary when he was searching for the Countess. Could he be an abuser?]

[I get it now. There’s definitely something up with the Countess. Nansheng, hurry and find her.]

[There’s no one in the corridor. Where did the Countess go?]

[She must be in one of these rooms. Check them one by one.]

[You better be careful. What if a siren suddenly jumps out?]

[Wouldn’t that be even more thrilling?]

Ji Nansheng peered thoughtfully through the window and into one of the lounges.

Inside was a sofa and a bed, but it was empty.

He slowly walked down the corridor, peering into each room as he passed.

Suddenly, he heard a shrill scream.

“Ahhh!!!!”

The sound came through the walls, not from the second floor where he was, nor from the first.

The first floor suddenly became chaotic. Afraid he might miss part of the plot and his score would be affected, Ji Nansheng immediately turned and rushed downstairs, where he saw everyone running toward the same direction.

Ji Nansheng followed behind the crowd, and on the dark deck outside, a mutilated corpse lay in full view.

It was a man’s body, his face completely unrecognizable, and his body had been savagely torn apart as if mauled by a fierce carnivore.

The crowd gathered around the corpse. Some fainted at the sight, while others turned away, unable to look.

“It’s the sirens! It must be the sirens!” someone shouted from the crowd. “We must have wandered into siren territory!”

“Siren? No, it’s impossible! Count, tell us where we are. This can’t be siren territory, right?”

“Then how do you explain this corpse? These horrifying wounds—it must be a siren that came to feast.”

“If the sirens are here, none of us will survive. We’re all going to die!”

“No, I don’t want to die! Count, what’s going on?!”

The Count leaning on his cane looked grim. “Silence! Our route is far from siren territory, thousands of miles away. How could we be near sirens? Stop scaring yourselves!”

Someone shouted, “Then how do you explain the corpse?”

The Count: “To surprise my wife, I invited the finest circus in the country onto the cruise. Along with them came their lions, tigers, and black panthers. Perhaps one of the beasts escaped from their care.”

“So that’s what happened.”

“I almost had a heart attack! I thought it was sirens.”

“Wild animals are dangerous too! One’s already killed someone. We need to catch it immediately before it kills everyone on the ship!”

The Count slammed his cane on the deck. “For the safety of the guests, I ask everyone to return to their quarters and lock the doors and windows. You will be notified when the danger has passed.”

“It looks like that’s our only choice.”

“I hope the danger is resolved soon.”

“I came here to enjoy myself, not to be scared out of my wits.”

“Don’t worry, darling. Everything will be fine.”

Ji Nansheng followed the system’s instructions and returned to his quarters with the crowd.

After everyone dispersed, the Count’s face turned dark. “Still no sign of the Countess?”

The servants trembled, “No, My Lord.”

“Keep searching! Search every inch of the ship if you must, but find her!”

That night, the servants scoured the entire ship.

They passed through the second-floor corridor countless times, unaware that the Countess they had searched for all night was so close, yet so far. She had spent the entire night trapped beneath a strange man, who relentlessly took what he wanted.

The next morning, when the Countess awoke, daylight had already filled the room.

On the bedside table lay a piece of paper with bold, flowing handwriting across it.

— I’ve left, baby. I was very pleased with your performance last night. Until next time.

Beside the note was a new and neatly folded elegant dress, identical to the one from the previous night.

But she knew it wasn’t the same, because the dress from last night had long been torn to shreds by the man.

The Countess walked to the bathroom to wash up, and upon seeing the marks all over her body in the mirror, she couldn’t help but curse, “Bastard.”

[Lord Host,】a cute, boyish voice crackled in the Countess’s mind, [Be fair now. Didn’t you see the injuries on Lord Dijiaa’s body? They were much worse than yours.]

[Yes, Brother M is right.] Another charming, feminine voice followed, [I can testify that in terms of attack power, Master Bai Lixin, you are still stronger.]

[But I’m the boss monster of this copy, and he’s the player,] Bai Lixin protested, unwilling to accept it. [Wasn’t I supposed to pin him down and do this and that to him?]

S419M: [Then why didn’t you?]

Sister System: [Then why didn’t you?]

[…] Bai Lixin replied, [I can’t beat him.]

[Tsk.]

[Tsk.]

Bai Lixin: […]

‘I think I’m being looked down upon by the two systems.’