Chapter 28: The Fall

“Is this… JY?”

I collapsed weakly onto the ground.

After a while, Xi came back holding a stack of thick towels. She handed them in and quickly ran off.

“Heh heh…”

I could feel Xi’s care for me, but my heart had already turned numb, already dead. Done for.

I didn’t react to her. I just lay sprawled on the stone bricks like a doll, staring at the food in front of me.

MMP. MMP.

I had no choice. If I wanted to survive, I had to eat…

But why, why?!

Deep down, I knew the importance of living, yet I loathed the ‘food’ before me.

I think I’m broken. I no longer know how to understand what’s happening with my 21st-century worldview.

“Heh heh heh, ‘Minors Protection Law’… I guess this counts as… being taken advantage of… And these guys are running an H-business, aren’t they?”

“But what’s the use? Heh heh heh.”

Stunned, I hesitated, then picked up the cup and downed it in one gulp.

[After all, it’s just fishy, not bitter or sour. It’s… much better than bug soup. Heh, heheheh.] I read it out loud like an idiot, as if my strings had snapped.

My eyes were completely dead. I used the towel Xi gave me to clean myself and changed into the pink lace dress.

[Heh heh, still no panties. Heh.] I wiped down my bed platform with the towel and lay down.

[Heh heh…] I lay there, giggling foolishly.

Time quickly reached evening. Endless despair had made me almost forget time.

Of course, I had another meal at noon. Well… maybe afternoon. Yeah~ That same small cup of dirty liquid.

Above the washroom was a sealed stained glass window. Now I could no longer see the light outside.

The crystal lamps in the room lit up one after another.

“Ah… suddenly it’s evening…”

I listlessly stared at the colorful glow.

Tiffany walked over. Today she wore a black dress, a long smoking pipe in her mouth.

[Indeed, you’re a clean kid, hohoho.] She leered and waved her hand, making the iron bars in front of the washroom disappear.

[Cheer up. Today you have to serve Lord Langfeng.] Her sneering voice drained me. I didn’t want to provoke him again and get a puff of poison gas.

“Ahh, time to go to sleep again…”

I dragged my body, which hadn’t recovered from a day’s rest, off this rock-hard bed.

Leaving the washroom, I followed Tiffany to a door.

It was a door embedded in the wall, seemingly a magical ‘any door’.

When I came before, there was only a door frame, but now a wooden door had appeared, gilded with carvings… probably leading somewhere in this castle.

Tiffany: “Go in.” I walked in and found the gaylord Langfeng already bathed and in pajamas and robe. He lay on the bed, looking at me with a lecherous face.

The room was still yesterday’s, and the person was still this one…

“Sigh… Can’t I just kill him?”

“Obviously not.”

“I really want to run away…”

“Obviously can’t do that either. Either get caught or eaten by monsters in the mountains.”

“And I don’t even know how to get out of this big castle, not even the front gate…”

Extremely disgusted, I looked at the demon on the bed, but his perverted expression only grew more excited…

So the second sleepover…

MMP! MMP!

The next morning, same routine, same nausea, same vomiting, same bath, same… damned breakfast…

I didn’t know what to say anymore.

“Who am I? Where am I? Why?”

I was an adult male, being toyed with like this. It was worse than killing me!

But there was nothing I could do. My body was this weak now.

No magic, no stamina, that’s why I was being toyed with by demons.

I really wanted to cry but had no tears.

Haggard, I sat on the edge of the bed and changed into the new clothes delivered today: an extremely gorgeous gothic black dress.

“Sigh–” I sighed, staring at the black silk stockings on my legs and the grape-purple high-heeled leather boots on my feet.

I could have easily smashed my head and died, but I couldn’t.

Moke’s repeated slaughter had given me psychological trauma about death.

I feared death, but I feared even more that if I smashed my head, Moke would resurrect me.

“This is truly ‘unable to die even if I wanted to’…”

The inner conflict, the weak body, plus two consecutive days of ‘strenuous exercise’ left me aching all over. Ultimately, I felt utterly exhausted.

I wasn’t this tired even studying for the college entrance exam!

Over ten days since I came here. Why did I have to suffer like this…

“To be precise, it’s been 16 days.” A certain personality chimed in.

Originally, I should have done a self-check before waking up. Now it had become a post-waking self-check…

Originally, I thought I could face death calmly. Now I was especially afraid of death…

Originally, I was fully mentally prepared to be ‘taken’, but now I was scared…

I felt I was no longer myself.

“Ah… so sleepy…” I was powerless. I didn’t know how to survive in this environment.

“I always thought I was the protagonist… so I persisted.”

“I always thought I was the protagonist! That’s why I’ve held on till now!”

I repeated these shouts in my heart, because I knew that even if I voiced them, I’d get no good feedback, only beatings and abuse.

“This is not the life I want, not even… a little bit better…”

“Ahh, I can’t hold on…”

[Day 16 of life in the other world: Jiushi gave up thinking.] He gently leaned against the wall and fell asleep. A teardrop slid from the corner of his eye—the last tear of ‘this period’.

He closed off his heart. He no longer thought about what to do next, nor about how to escape this demon castle.

He complied with Tiffany’s demands and received clients. He lived a standard RBQ life every day, entertaining all kinds of demons. And not just one per day.

By Day 21 of life in the other world, he no longer even felt repulsed by the fluids the demons left inside him. He simply showered each day.

His eyes were terrible—completely dead, like a dry well at night, devoid of any sparkle.

Day 25: He even began to put on coquettish expressions and sexy poses while serving demons.

And from that day on, he would greet every different demon happily every day, cheerfully accepting each day’s revealing and beautiful clothes.

Whether his happiness was real or fake was impossible to determine.

But the smile was indeed real.

He had completely fallen.

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