Chapter 442: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon is Kept (29)

Chapter 442: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon Gets Kept (29)

Song Chuyi hadn’t yet figured it out when he noticed Si Song’s breathing growing ragged.

Not only that, but his eyes were flickering with red, the restraint fraying at the edges, barely holding back something raw and desperate.

Song Chuyi froze for a moment before leaning slightly forward, testing the press of his lips to Si Song’s.

Si Song’s breath stuttered, the veins on the back of his hand—propped beside them—standing out starkly, his fingertips curled with tension.

He swallowed hard. “A’Chu, don’t do this.”

He glanced down and let out a bitter laugh.

“I can’t resist you right now.”

That strange coffee had amplified the hunger in his chest, feeding his greed for Song Chuyi—greed that had no right to be this sharp.

Or rather, greed that shouldn’t have been revealed in front of A’Chu.

Those dark, unspeakable things should never have been exposed to someone so pure.

Something dark pooled in the depths of Si Song’s eyes, and it took immense self-control to suppress those clawing urges.

Song Chuyi looked down, his ears turning red.

It clicked then.

Si Song’s obsession was currently latched onto him—perhaps the Hypnotic Doll’s hold from the previous dungeon hadn’t snapped yet, keeping that obsession alive.

He’d missed that.

Song Chuyi bit his lip and patted Si Song’s shoulder, signaling that getting through the dungeon came first.

To clear this dungeon, they needed to move as one to smoke the board.

First, they had to take care of the assistant outside.

Song Chuyi pointed outside, then wrote the word “assistant” in his notebook.

Si Song glanced at it and took a deep breath.

“A’Chu means that assistant is from the board’s side?”

Song Chuyi’s eyes lit up, and he nodded.

Si Song continued, “We deal with the assistant first, then go to the sixth floor to smoke the board?”

Song Chuyi nodded again.

That was his plan.

This dungeon was bare-knuckled and brutal—even without him, Si Song and the others could plow through it blind.

Unlike the previous two dungeons, which needed brains to navigate, this final SSS-class dungeon was so brain-dead it threw Song Chuyi off.

Rather than an SSS-class dungeon, it felt more like a blood-soaked free-for-all.

Violence saturating the entire corporation seemed to announce the coming of the monsters descending upon Bluewater Planet.

Once the final SSS-class dungeon is cleared and the infinite world shuts down, all the monsters in these "holding pens" will overrun Bluewater Planet.

They have to clear the dungeon.

Otherwise, Si Song and his team will die inside it.

For Si Song and his group, this seems like a no-win scenario.

Song Chuyi didn’t know what Si Song had planned, but he still took his hand and wrote on the document:

"Items: materialize."

He could materialize the items they’d collected onto Bluewater Planet, giving them a fighting chance even if the monsters descended.

Si Song immediately understood his meaning, his large hand tightening slightly around Song Chuyi’s.

"A'Chu, thank you."

"If we clear this final dungeon, those monsters will overrun Bluewater Planet."

"Then A'Chu’s existence will be their salvation for us."

Before entering the dungeon, they swapped out every item in their inventory.

The brass probably figured out the origin of these monsters, so they rallied guild members.

Everyone worked together to funnel gear to them.

They couldn’t let everyone down, and they had no choice but to face the descent of these monsters.

Si Song drew Song Chuyi close and let out a low sigh.

"Every blessing has its curse."

"Perhaps for us, this is also an opportunity."

Big breaks always come with dangerous challenges—something everyone on Bluewater Planet must face.

Song Chuyi nodded lightly and patted his shoulder.

Si Song already had the right idea; now it was up to Bluewater Planet’s leaders to decide their next move.

Si Song couldn’t stay in the office for too long. Seeing that he understood his meaning, Song Chuyi sent him off.

Si Song’s eyes turned serious, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness.

"A'Chu, can you kiss me?"

He had finally made a bold ask of him.

Song Chuyi’s eyelids dipped as he closed the distance.

The kiss was light, like a breath against Si Song’s pulse.

A grazing touch, there and gone, but it lingered.

Si Song exhaled in a drawn-out inhale, his voice dropping to a rough whisper.

"A'Chu, wait for me to come back."

He stood up and turned to walk out.

The overhead light fell on him, as if casting shadows over him.

The office door opened, and the assistant gave him a quick, sharp look.

Si Song ignored it, took long strides as he left.

The assistant glanced into the office but didn't notice anything out of place.

Time slipped by as the four players gathered together.

Using work reports as an excuse, Wu Xiong lured the assistant out, took him down by force, and locked him in the bathroom.

Then, they regrouped and headed to the sixth floor.

After a fierce battle, they'd completed 95% of their mission.

Only by getting the final CEO removed could they clear the dungeon.

Led by Si Song, the four soon arrived at Song Chuyi's office.

Inside, Song Chuyi had been expecting them.

He had observed the company's changes and knew that removing him as CEO would end the dungeon.

Seeing them enter, Song Chuyi stood up first.

To overthrow him, they needed to find the CEO's mistakes—so far, he hadn't made any.

But he could easily make one up, as long as Si Song asked.

Si Song seemed to guess his thoughts and said the moment he stood up, "A'Chu, I have a way to make you step down. Hold still for now."

Song Chuyi stopped, staring without blinking at Si Song.

Si Song closed the distance between them, pulling Song Chuyi to sit on the sofa.

"We talked it over—we need to end this dungeon."

"The monsters have already invaded Shui Lanxing. We can’t stop it anymore."

"So before that, could you help us out, A'Chu?"

Song Chuyi nodded.

Si Song started pulling out items from his dungeon inventory one by one.

Song Chuyi examined each one.

Seeing this, Zhou Bosheng and the others also laid out their gear on the table.

There wasn't enough table space, so they cycled through the items Song Chuyi had touched and brought out new ones.

After what seemed like forever, Song Chuyi let out a tired breath and leaned back on the sofa.

These people had brought a ridiculous number of items—he'd rubbed his fingerprints clean off.

After confirming that all the props had been touched by him, Zhou Bosheng left with the other two men.

Soon, only Song Chuyi and Si Song remained in the office.

Song Chuyi looked at Si Song, knowing he was about to end the game instance.

Si Song bent down and drew him into his arms.

"A'Chu."

He patted A'Chu's back gently, large hand stroking downward.

"The coffee can awaken the desires in one's heart—right?"