ATFBETIBM Chapter 695.2

Beneath the lights, five people sat on a long bench sofa.

They all wore masks of different colors, but the masks couldn’t hide the predatory and greedy looks in their eyes.

The five stared intently at the chamber door, waiting for today’s “goods.”

“I heard today’s is a blonde beauty.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, I’ve never played with a blonde before, I wonder what it feels like.”

“I heard from the manager, he’s still a virgin.”

“Really?” One person exclaimed excitedly, “Then I better be gentle tonight.”

“Heh,” another one sneered, “No need to be gentle. The manager also said this one’s got some special kinks. The rougher the better, best if it gets bloody.”

“Damn, you’re getting me all excited. Since the manager said so, I won’t hold back. Hahaha.”

The men chatted recklessly.

Their eyes were filled with shameless and blatant desire.

The words coming out of their mouths were enough to turn anyone’s stomach.

Just then, the door, which had been tightly shut, was pushed open.

The group immediately craned their necks, looking toward the entrance excitedly.

But their excitement quickly turned to terror, and the five men stared at the man standing in the doorway in horror.

“V-Vice President Samael.”

Even with the mask on, Samael’s features were far too distinct.

The small mask couldn’t hide the man’s large cloak and imposing figure.

Samael’s terrifying reputation was well-known, and many players didn’t even dare meet his gaze, let alone these five trashes who had long lost themselves in debauchery.

They looked at Samael with fear, unsure of why he had appeared here.

Samael stood at the entrance, his wide cloak spread like a wall.

“I’ll give you three seconds to get out of this room.”

He coldly issued the command to leave.

The five men exchanged glances, not hesitating for a second as they quickly fled the scene.

The door was left open, and the room still reeked of a strange, sweet scent.

Once the five had gone far, Samael folded up his cloak, revealing the figure hidden behind him.

It was a blonde young man wearing a half-fox mask.

He was dressed in a thin, almost transparent gauze robe. The sheer fabric did nothing to hide his body; in fact, it made it seem even more suggestive.

Under the transparent fabric, the glint of metallic ornaments could be faintly seen on his body.

He was bound to a wooden post, his hands tied behind him, and his legs restrained as well.

A black gag was stuffed into the mouth under the fox mask, allowing him to only make muffled sounds, unable to speak at all.

The blonde young man glared at Samael, his body struggling to break free from the restraints.

The post was attached to a pulley system. Ignoring the young man’s resistance, Samael pushed him into the room.

With a “click”, the door was locked from the inside.

The blonde young man’s struggles intensified.

Samael sat on the sofa, casually crossing his left leg over his right, a chill surrounding him. “Did you hear what those men were saying just now?”

The blonde young man: “…”

Samael sneered, “You’d rather go to those trash than come to me?”

The blonde young man: “Mmmph mmph.”

“Oh, I forgot, you can’t talk.” Samael stood and walked over to the blonde young man, placing his hand on the strap at the back of the young man’s head.

His fingers briefly fumbled with the metal buckle before raising an eyebrow. “No need to untie it. You wouldn’t say anything good anyway.”

The blonde young man: “Mmmph mmph!”

In the end, Samael relented and removed the gag from the young man’s mouth. “Emil, you’re a complete lunatic.”

Emil spat out, “Yes, that’s right, I’m a lunatic. Can you stop interfering with me? Just let me fall into ruin on my own. Keep your ridiculous pity to yourself, it makes me sick.”

Samael frowned, grabbed Emil’s chin, lowered his head and pressed his lips against Emil’s sharp, biting mouth.

Their lips and teeth clashed. Samael’s kiss was clumsy yet forceful, sweeping through Emil’s mouth.

It was their first kiss.

Emil’s eyes widened. He was momentarily stunned before reacting, pushing back with his tongue and teeth.

What started as a kiss quickly turned into a fight.

Samael let out a muffled grunt, releasing Emil and wiping his mouth in pain. “Did you just bite me?”

Emil didn’t fare much better, his lip was swollen and split, and a thin line of blood trickled down.

He stuck out his tongue, licking the blood away, trying to use the rusty taste to mask the man’s invading scent. “Who told you to kiss me?”

Samael: “Tonight, I’m not just going to kiss you, I’m going to have sex with you.”

Emil gritted his teeth. “You’re insane.”

“Likewise. Who isn’t insane?” Samael shrugged. “Didn’t you ask me why I didn’t fuck you before? Now I ask you, are you ready to be fucked by me?”

The man leaned down, his massive body looming over the young man’s restrained figure. “No matter how hideous my true form is, no matter how terrifying my body may be, are you ready to accept it? If I’m not human, can you accept that?”

Emil was taken aback, and he mumbled, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

The man’s tone was unusually serious. “Answer me, Emil.”

Emil lifted his head, feigning calm. “Stop trying to scare me. Do you think I’m easily frightened? I’ve seen all kinds of monsters. If you don’t want to, fine, but stop making excuses. It disgusts me.”

Samael: “Then I’ll take your answer as a yes.”

The man pulled out a box from his bag. Emil glanced at it, finding it somewhat familiar.

He thought for a moment and remembered that it was the same box Samael had brought when he came to his dormitory the other day.

Samael opened the box.

There was nothing inside but a piece of black cloth.

Emil had no idea what kind of trick Samael was up to, nor did he know what Samael actually wanted to do.

When he had wanted it, Samael didn’t act. Now that he didn’t want it anymore, this damned man wouldn’t let go.

So annoying!

He had to see what this bastard was planning.

Samael pulled the black cloth out of the box, and with a wave of his hand, the cloth immediately adhered to the walls of the room.

The entire room was instantly shrouded in black, without a single gap.

Emil: “What are you trying to do now?”

“Aren’t you curious about my appearance?” Samael said in a low voice. “You still have a chance to regret it. If you see me, I won’t let you go.”

Emil muttered under his breath, “You didn’t let me go even when I hadn’t seen you.”

Samael: “…”

‘That… was true.’

Under Emil’s intense gaze, Samael unclasped his cloak.

Feathers fluttered down from above Emil’s head, and his pupils contracted instantly.

Twelve black wings spread out, nearly filling the entire room.

The man wasn’t wearing clothes beneath his cloak, and Emil’s gaze slowly traveled from the twelve wings behind Samael down to his lower body.

Below the broad, muscular waist, a long, snake tail extended. It was about seven or eight meters long, coiled within the narrow room and looking incredibly eerie.

Emil’s mouth hung open, stunned.

What… exactly is Samael?

The man had long, black hair, sharp, angular, yet beautiful facial features, with deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and a high nose bridge.

A pair of golden, slit-pupiled eyes shone like stars in the night, brilliant and piercing.

Emil trembled. “What… what are you?”

The snake tail slid over to Emil, effortlessly undoing the restraints on his back, only to replace the ropes with itself and pulling Emil closer.

Staring at the strange body up close, Emil couldn’t help but gulp.

The man’s large hand gripped Emil’s chin, forcing him to look up.

The strength in Samael’s hand was overwhelming, leaving Emil no choice but to examine this monstrous form before him.

He closed his eyes, but then heard the man’s cold voice. “Open your eyes and look at me properly. Look at my face, my back, my body.”

Emil was forced to open his eyes, but his shrinking gaze betrayed his inner fear.

His fear seemed to anger Samael, who pinned him to the ground.

His wrists were held down by the man’s giant hands, and the cold, rough tail coiled around his ankles.

The fear of being dominated by something inhuman sent shivers through Emil’s entire body.

Seeing the young man’s tense frame, Samael frowned slightly. He leaned down and bit Emil’s nape gently, murmuring, “Relax. I won’t hurt you.”

Emil wanted to cry but had no tears.

At this moment, how could he possibly relax just because he was told to?

In his struggle, Emil felt something and his blood froze completely.

Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, and he begged, “Let me go. I was wrong. This is impossible. I’ll die, I really will.”

‘So big!’

‘And there are two of them!’

‘No! No! No!’

‘Help!’

But no one could hear poor Emil’s cries for help.

And even if someone did hear, no one would dare to barge in.

…

Three days later, Emil slowly woke up in Samael’s bed.

He didn’t know how he ended up in this room, because not long after Samael entered, he fainted.

When he saw Samael, who was wrapped in a cloak, entering the bedroom, Emil was so scared he almost turned from a three-dimensional being into a two-dimensional one.

He shrank to the head of the bed, cowering as he stared at the man.

Samael said in a deep voice, “You’re awake?”

Emil: “Uh, I…”

Samael: “It was a bit too much for you. There was some tearing, but I’ve used a healing card on you. With more practice, you’ll get used to it.”

“Pra-practice?” Emil stammered, trembling.

Samael: “What else? You know my secret now. Did you think I’d let you go?”

Emil: “…”

If he had known Samael’s secret was this, he’d rather have died than find out!

“Emil,” Samael leaned in close, the golden slit-pupiled eyes under the cloak nearly pressed against Emil’s. “Was it that good? You lost control at the end, remember?”

As memories slowly resurfaced, Emil grabbed Samael’s shoulder tightly. “Shut up. Don’t say another word!”

Samael chuckled softly. “Emil, you’re a mess, I’m a wreck, we’re a perfect match. I wouldn’t waste so much time on someone out of pity. There’s only one reason why I’ve spent this much time on you.”

Emil: “What reason?”

Samael: “You’re interesting.”

Emil: “…”

‘What kind of ridiculous answer is that?’

Samael: “I’m interested in you.”

Emil: “…”

‘Hmph, that answer is a bit better.’

…

In a luxurious hospital room, Dr. Samael woke from a long and convoluted dream.

The person in the bed was still fast asleep.

He gently untied the restraints on the blonde young man.

Sensing the movement, the young man opened his sleepy eyes. “When are you going to discharge me?”

Dr. Samael: “I don’t plan on letting you go. I’m interested in you.”

Emil’s drowsy eyes cleared instantly. He stared at the tall man in front of him in shock. “Did you…. remember something?”

Samael smiled faintly. “The world you live in is truly wonderful.”

Because it has you in it.