Chen Mo returned to his dorm room.
A sock was wrapped snugly around the knob of a firmly shut door.
But this time, no matter how close Chen Mo crept toward it, no matter how intensely he strained his ears, there was no sound coming from within.
What did this mean? No, it didn't mean that there wasn't a girl inside. It meant it was a different girl, one who moaned more softly, more gently. The eighth girl of the month, only seven days in — classic Vincent Trenton.
Chen Mo exhaled a quiet sigh. He had always harboured a sense of bitterness over never having gotten any play in the romance game. Today, the perfect opportunity had been presented to him; Azuki Ichinose was a beauty that many men would give their entire lives just to touch, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.
After a brief internal deliberation, he decided to cast aside all romance-related thoughts and instead focus entirely on everything game-related.
Last night, Chen Mo had blacked out and entered the game at around nine. It was ten minutes before that same time now. Chen Mo approached Jason's room and knocked.
"What's up?" Jason's voice echoed from inside.
"How are the veins?" Chen Mo asked through the closed door.
"It's getting worse, I'm not gonna lie. You need anything?" Jason's muffled voice barely carried through.
"No, it's fine." Chen Mo knocked on the door once more to signal his departure.
After leaving a note on the refrigerator, he returned to his own bedroom and shut the curtains tightly. He flicked on the ceiling fan, but left the fluorescent lights off. He engulfed himself in darkness, ensuring that his stalker wouldn't be able to see him.
Unfortunately, his stalker, Eryn was camping in her car not far from Chen Mo's dorm building. She had initially been observing through a pair of binoculars, but Chen Mo's deliberate attempt to hide within darkness forced her to switch tactics.
She snapped open the glove compartment and retrieved a pair of goggles. Slipping them on, she activated infrared vision. Chen Mo's silhouette became visible once more.
Chen Mo didn't know where she was, but he could reasonably assume that his stalker was watching him. Nonetheless, there still wasn't much he could do about this emerald-eyed beauty shadowing his every move.
"To not exist," Chen Mo chanted.
His vision blurred. His feet numbed. The faint, almost imperceptible sensation of oxygen vanished. One by one, his senses faded into nothingness.
Then, they surged back.
This time, he resisted the dizziness far more effectively, keeping his posture steady throughout the transition.
His eyes fluttered open to his Personal World, where a round moon hung high above, casting pale light over the endless blood-stained rose field. Next, he looked down onto himself: the girly, edgy outfit that left his thighs unnaturally exposed.
A breeze blew, reminding him of his lengthened raven hair as an unfortunately short, quintessential goth girl, with breasts too large for his liking, waist too slim for his comfort, and a private part too alien for his preference.
"Welcome back, Xiao Bai," a sweet voice greeted.
Chen Mo turned to find Amelia, her hands folded neatly before her, wearing a subtly saccharine smile. She was still dressed in Theater High School's uniform, still leashed by Chen Mo's right palm.
Chen Mo could have bought her extra clothes, but he had other plans for his Sapphire. Instead, he apologised, "You might get clean clothes after tonight. Sorry."
"No, no... it's fine." Amelia waved off his apology quickly. "Most masters don't even allow clothes on their slaves. You've already been very kind."
"Thanks." Chen Mo nodded. "I'll be attempting another minigame now. If the rewards are sufficient, I'll purchase something better than that hut."
He pointed toward the crooked straw hut behind her, which Amelia instinctively defended:
"No! It's already very comfortable, really."
"It's not," Chen Mo replied flatly.
"Um…" Amelia hesitated, her cheeks flushing red as her fingers fidgeted by her skirt. "Just… don't apologise if you can't buy me something better."
"Sure."
———
Mikkel Meinhof's guild, Aryan Supremacy's Guild World.
Guild Worlds were essentially expanded versions of Personal Worlds, accommodating more players, more slaves, and more structures. Items and decorations within Guild Worlds were purchased using Amethysts rather than Sapphires — Amethysts being the designated currency for guild-based assets.
This particular Guild World had been designed to resemble 1940s Germany.
It carried a restrained, orderly atmosphere shaped by precision and rigid uniformity, where cities felt structured rather than sprawling.
Its foundation had once been a field of cornflowers, though very little remained after cobblestone streets had been laid across it. Lining those streets were solid stone buildings and modest apartment blocks, their facades practical, symmetrical, and rendered in muted shades of grey and beige.
Most notably, Nazi flags were everywhere. At every turn, swastikas decorated the World without restraint. At the end of the main cobblestone path stood an imposing, grand castle.
The castle itself was adorned with iron bars, streams of lava, and metallic lanterns, thus emitting an oppressive aura that resembled a prison far more than any symbol of royalty.
Inside the castle, within a dim, bleak chamber lit only by three weak lanterns, Mikkel stood before a framed picture three times his size.
The wooden floor beneath him felt cold, and the surrounding stone walls seemed utterly lifeless. Resting in Mikkel's palm was a thick nylon rope, which branched outward into hundreds of strands. Each one of those branches bondaged a naked woman.
Two of those shackled women, one blonde and one brunette, knelt obediently before him, blindfolded as they serviced his lance with their sloppy tongues. A third slave worked silently to massage his muscular upper body, denied both sight and speech.
Several others surrounded him, performing erotic dances upon poles. Yet Mikkel paid them no attention, his gaze remained fixed upon the framed image of Adolf Hitler.
The remaining strands of the nylon rope extended beyond the room, some trailing out through a window, most disappearing into the corridor beyond.
From that corridor, another man approached.
His footsteps were heavy, creaking against the wooden floorboards. In his grasp was a rusted iron chain that split into two, each end shackled tightly around the necks of two naked women. Both women were visibly pregnant — this man's particular fetish, fulfilled coldly by the system.
"Ah~ Mm~ Smooch~" The two women servicing Mikkel grew too loud, prompting a frown to form on his face.
Noah, the man with a neatly styled side part, clad in armour forged from hardened magma, spoke, "You wished to see me?"
"Yes," Mikkel replied with a nod, his hazel eyes reflecting nothing but admiration for the dictator in the portrait. The brunette made a bit too much noise, so he grabbed her hair, squeezing harshly before forcing himself deep into her throat to silence her. He would keep her there.
Mikkel exhaled before continuing, "He didn't deserve all the hate he received. Hitler simply had a dream of unification.
"Look at our world now. So corrupted, so divided… Nothing feels natural anymore.
"People just can't see it. They're too simple-minded to see it. The solution to peace is… racial. Imagine a world where all of us share the same colour, the same beliefs, the same status… that is true world peace, Noah."
Noah Baader raised his right arm in salute. "Heil Hitler."
"Heil Hitler," Mikkel echoed with a simple nod. Beneath him, the brunette gagged, her face turning purplish-red as she struggled for breath.
He spoke:
"An inferior race has challenged us, Noah. Yellow monkeys."
Mikkel finally released his grip, and the brunette collapsed back and away from his member momentarily, gasping desperately, yet, without being ordered to stop, she forced herself to resume the blowjob, tending to the parts the blonde did not cover.
Mikkel turned, and the two women crawled on all fours to follow his movement, ensuring uninterrupted contact between their lips and his meat.
His lion-like hazel eyes locked onto Noah. "Have you seen the accuracy leaderboard? A yellow monkey named Xiao Bai has taken your rightful champion spot."
"Not just her," Noah replied. "There's also the S rank, Fuchsia Fourth."
"Fuchsia is another matter. At least she's white; she just has a stupid name," Mikkel dismissed. "But Xiao Bai disrespected me, disrespected you. The next time she logs in, I want you by my side. I will train you to deal with disrespect from inferior races."
The B+ rank Noah Baader disliked being spoken to like a child. He was a middle-aged man, his wrinkles bearing the marks of experience. But Mikkel outranked him entirely, so he simply responded, "Yes. Of course."
Then, a system notification appeared before Mikkel:
[XiaoBai, who you followed, is online!]
"Speak of the devil," Mikkel smirked, then turned back toward the portrait of Hitler, staring intensely into his idol.
Beneath him, the two slaves felt the shaft pulsating, and soon, his climax would arrive to stain their faces.
———
Eryn remained in her car, watching an empty room. Chen Mo had already left and entered the game, but she wasn't ready to follow him in just yet.
She wanted to finish her bag of chips first.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Munch. Munch. Munch.
Then, with her mouth full of junk food and her lips dusted with crumbs, she muttered, "Shadow me."
And entered the game as A+ rank player, username: ThataotGirl. CT: Shadow Daggerist.