Stelle swore that in her future life, she would forever draw a clear line between gambling and drugs, and be irreconcilable with them.
Never gamble again.
The saying 'ten gambles, nine losses' is not without reason. Moreover, Stelle herself had gambled more than ten times; she and Yelan had gambled at least twenty times that night, and she lost everything.
Literally everything, she had nothing left on her body, and could only sit naked in front of Yelan, her hands barely covering her vital areas.
She had originally hoped to make a comeback with one last desperate gamble, but what she got in return was a new round of despair, which made her start to doubt herself.
Is her luck really that bad?
As for whether Yelan might have cheated...
Of course, it was possible, but Stelle herself had also personally shaken the dice, and no matter what, she lost anyway, so she really didn't see where Yelan cheated.
Fortunately, she knew that the game she played with Yelan today was just a game of intimacy, and Yelan was probably not that serious, otherwise she might not even have clothes to wear in the future.
"It seems your luck isn't very good today." Yelan smiled and looked at the two dice in the bowl.
These two twelve-sided dice were brought by him, and what number they would show each time was completely within his control.
Even if Stelle threw them, and he watched the whole process, the final result would be no different.
It could be said that, apart from the sweetness he deliberately gave to Stelle, even if they gambled ten thousand times, he would not lose once.
However, for the last chance he gave Stelle, he really didn't do anything to manipulate it. This was also Yelan's usual practice; he liked adventure and enjoyed the thrill of gambling until the very end, where everything depended on luck.
So, whenever it came to placing a big bet at the very end, he would no longer interfere with the entire gamble, leaving everything to fate and luck.
One could only say that Stelle's luck was truly bad this last time.
"I, should we go again, please, just one last time!" Stelle, with a conflicted expression, made an excessive request.
"But what do you have left to gamble now?" Yelan chuckled softly, still holding the white soft item Stelle had just handed over, gently shaking it in front of Stelle.
Stelle now had nothing left on her body, and besides, Yelan didn't care for some of Stelle's external possessions.
"Myself!" Stelle looked at Yelan with a determined expression.
Anyway, they were going to roll around on the big bed later, so what if she gambled her own body?
"...Hmm, I have to say this prize really tempts me. In that case, I'll bet all of mine too." Yelan was silent for a moment, then said calmly.
On the surface, it looked calm and collected, and Yelan's expression hadn't changed much.
But others might not be able to imagine the intense emotions that surged in Yelan's heart during that moment of silence. The speed of his heartbeat at that instant definitely reached the peak of Yelan's life.
If the object was Stelle, his property, his resources, his body and soul, could indeed all be placed on this small table.
"Come on, this time we'll only use one die." Yelan threw a die into the bowl.
This die had twelve sides, so the middle value would be six.
"I bet big." Stelle still stuck to her choice. She had lost so many times betting big, and according to probability, it was impossible for it not to hit even once.
"Okay." Yelan nodded. Since Stelle was betting big, his choice would naturally be small.
The somewhat old porcelain bowl was placed upside down on the table by Yelan and began to shake again.
Yelan's movements were initially very gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the dice in the bowl, then he gradually sped up, so much so that Stelle could no longer see the shadow of the bowl later on.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Yelan's movements stopped, and the clattering sound of the dice and porcelain bowl gradually ceased.
Stelle's attention was entirely focused on the bowl, her heart incredibly nervous.
Yelan was the same; his heart had never held such great expectations for the outcome of a gamble.
This time, he didn't use any tricks, not even listening to the sound of the dice in the bowl. Everything was left to fate.
"Last chance to change, do you want to change?" Yelan looked up at Stelle and asked again.
"No changes, I won't change this time no matter what." Stelle quickly shook her head.
She had suffered a loss in this regard last time. If she had stuck to her choice then, she might have been able to keep a piece of clothing on her body.
"Okay, then..." Yelan slowly lifted the bowl that was upside down on the table.
They both stared intently at the die until the porcelain bowl was completely moved away and the die appeared before them.
Eight points!
"Yay!!" Stelle jumped up happily, not even caring that she wasn't wearing clothes now. Her two Slimes glided through the air in a graceful curve.
A comeback! A big comeback!
It's back, everything's back. Stelle was weeping tears of joy inside.
Yelan, on the other hand, stared at the die in a daze, remaining silent for a long time.
What a pity... but it's not much different, it's just a difference in position.
"Yelan, you have to honor your bet, you know." Stelle sat back down and said to Yelan with a smile.
Sweeping away the previous gloom, Stelle was in an extremely good mood now.
"Of course, I always keep my word." Yelan nodded. If he lost, he lost. He wouldn't renege.
He started to act, and he was much more efficient than Stelle, without any shyness. Soon, he was just like Stelle.
But Stelle just widened his eyes slightly, staring unblinkingly.
Although Yelan's cheeks were also flushed, his expression was composed.
And unlike Stelle, Yelan sat there gracefully, letting Stelle stare, without any attempt to cover up.
"Does it look good?" Yelan's lips curved into a slight arc, and he asked Stelle softly.
"Good, uh, Ye, Yelan, this is just a game, I didn't intend to do anything to you, you don't have to be so serious..." Stelle came back to his senses, blushing a little as he turned his head away.
"Is that so? But I've been serious from beginning to end, I've never treated this as a joke." Yelan slowly stood up, then walked to Stelle's side and sat down.
He reached out and put his arm around Stelle's shoulder, resting his head next to Stelle's ear.
"Now I'm yours, everything is. You can do anything you want to me."
Stelle's heart skipped a beat.
Yelan's voice was very similar to Kafka's. Leaning close to her ear and speaking softly easily made her think of Kafka. This feeling was strangely stimulating.
"Anything... is... possible?"
"Of course," Yelan continued, "Don't mind my feelings, you can do anything..."
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