Chapter 564 - 562: The Real Young Master Stuck in the Doggy Door

Chapter 564: Chapter 562: The Real Young Master Stuck in the Doggy Door

The room fell quiet again, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

Celeste Grant, sitting beside Javier Sinclair, leaned against him and gazed down. With a small smile, she bent to place a soft kiss on his lips. "You’re just so wonderful, Husband," she whispered as she pulled back. "I couldn’t help but kiss you."

An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly. She found herself sprawled on top of him. His lips crashed down on hers, domineering and intense.

The kiss ended.

His fingers gently caressed the long hair on her shoulder.

Celeste Grant blushed.

"You demon, you kiss so hard."

"Celeste Grant."

"What?"

"I..." He leaned close to her ear, his voice a low whisper. "...want to be on you so badly I could die."

Celeste Grant froze for a moment, then slapped her hand over his mouth. "Is this the kind of thing I’m allowed to hear without a premium subscription? Shut your mouth. Not another word."

The words had barely left her lips when she felt an arm tighten around her waist. An instant later, she was lying where he had just been, his handsome face filling her vision. Then came his overpowering kiss.

That night, The Archfiend was relentless, and it was destined to be a sleepless one.

「At the same time.」

Elsewhere, Arthur Jacobs, having been escorted back to the General’s Mansion, was beaten by his own father and forced to kneel in the courtyard to reflect on his actions.

Caleb Jacobs was furious and utterly humiliated.

He simply couldn’t comprehend it. Why would his son, instead of staying in his own courtyard late at night, run off to crawl through a doggy door? He had lost all face.

"You will kneel here tonight until you’ve learned your lesson." With a flick of his sleeve, Arthur Jacobs’s father, Caleb Jacobs, stormed off, clearly enraged.

After he left, Arthur Jacobs remained kneeling, his eyes filled with hatred.

Although he was kneeling, his eyes burned with defiance. The thought of how mercilessly his father had beaten him made Arthur Jacobs clench his fists in rage.

’What right did he have to hit me?’

’I’m his biological son! I suffered so much after they lost me, and now I’ve finally made it back. Shouldn’t they be putting me first in everything? And my own mother, Mrs. Dawson, she doesn’t even take my side. She just listens to whatever that man says, completely spineless.’

’The more I think about it, the more I’m sure they don’t even see me as their son. They’re probably still thinking about that bastard who was here before.’

’Heh! Of course. They don’t care about me because they didn’t raise me themselves. Fine. Since you won’t treat me like a son, don’t you dare expect me to treat you well when I’m successful.’

At this moment, the system’s voice sounded in his mind.

[Please complete the mission as soon as possible, Host, to receive the reward. You have currently completed 21 doggy door crawls. Please persevere.]

Hearing the voice, the expression on Arthur Jacobs’s face—still red with the imprint of a hand—froze instantly.

’The mission... There’s still a mission to complete.’

’Damn it, why is even the system working against me? But the thought of the punishment stopped him from arguing. ’Besides, this mission has a time limit. What if I can’t finish it and the system unbinds from me? No, I can’t lose the system.’ Thinking this, he glanced around.

He saw the servants in his courtyard sneaking glances in his direction.

He couldn’t be bothered with his pride anymore; all he cared about was finishing the mission as quickly as possible.

"All of you, back away! Don’t come in unless you’re called! Now, get out!"

"Yes, Young Master."

The maids and servants attending him were struggling to suppress their laughter. So when their young master ordered them to leave, they withdrew one after another. It wasn’t until they were out of earshot that they finally burst out laughing.

A few of them huddled together, whispering.

"Do you think there’s something wrong with Young Master Arthur’s head?"

"It’s just so humiliating! So many people saw him! The young master was brought back with his bare backside exposed. I heard he was caught crawling through a doggy door late at night."

"I heard dogs were chasing and biting him, too..."

Once the servants in his courtyard were gone, Arthur Jacobs stood up and went back to his room. His torn pants left his backside feeling chilly and exposed. He changed his clothes and went out again.

This time he was extra cautious, avoiding the servants as he once again squeezed through the doggy door.

He spent the entire night following the system’s arrows, crawling from one doggy door to the next. Without a moment’s rest, he worked his way through every single doggy door on several streets. By the next morning, he was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.

Day had already broken.

His limbs were numb, and he could barely stand. He was so filthy he was almost unrecognizable, his face so caked in grime that not even his own father would know him.

’It was one thing at night when no one could see me, but now it’s morning.’ He was anxious, terrified of being spotted. ’Thankfully, I’m almost done. I just hope I never get one of these godforsaken quests again.’

He lifted his grimy face.

He muttered to himself.

’Just two more. I just have to get through two more doggy doors to finish the mission. It’s fine. All this effort will pay off. Let them laugh. Once I get my photographic memory, once I ace all the imperial exams, who will dare to look down on me then?’

He stood at the foot of a wall.

He scanned his surroundings, but the arrows from the system were gone. "System, where did the arrows go? I only need to crawl through two more doggy doors to complete the mission!"

As soon as he spoke, the system’s voice sounded in his head.

[Host, you have crawled through every doggy door on the surrounding streets. There are no more in the vicinity.]

Hearing this, Arthur Jacobs was furious.

"Then what am I supposed to do?! I’m so close! Hurry up and find more!"

[Do not be anxious, Host. I am searching... I’ve found them... Past Oakhaven Street, in the backyard pigsty of the butcher’s house, there are two doggy doors.]

’A pigsty...’

"You want me to crawl through a doggy door in a *pigsty*? Me, the dignified young master of the General’s Mansion!"

[This system only provides the location. Whether the Host chooses to go is entirely up to the Host’s discretion. Adhering to the principle of free will, this system never coerces anyone.]

Hearing this, Arthur Jacobs wanted to scream.

’No coercion.’

’The system just threatens to unbind.’

’And it threatens to punish me.’

His eyes were red with fury.

’It’s fine,’ he told himself.

’Just bear it for a little longer and it’ll all be over.’

With that thought, he said, "System, lead the way."

An arrow immediately appeared before him.

With heavy steps, Arthur Jacobs followed the arrow to the location. He squeezed through an opening at the base of an outer wall and was met with the sound of snorting. OINK. OINK. Two fat pigs were staring right at him.

"BLECH..."

’It really is a pigsty.’ It was filthy and reeked.

’Just hold on.’

His hand landed in pig manure.

Before the wave of nausea could fully hit him, one of the pigs began to nudge him with its snout.

"AHHHH!"

He finally broke, letting out a horrified scream.

Hearing the commotion, the butcher rushed to the pigsty. He saw someone crawling in from a tiny doggy door. ’How in the world did he get in through there?’

"Who’s there?! Are you trying to steal my pigs?"

"Help! Someone’s stealing my pigs!"

Seeing the butcher arrive, Arthur Jacobs scrambled out of the pigsty and into the courtyard. He spotted another doggy door in a nearby wall and immediately dove for it. But this one was too small. He got stuck halfway through.

Just then, the system’s voice rang out in his mind.

[Congratulations, Host. Mission complete. Reward has been distributed. The next mission is now being randomly generated. Please stand by.]