Chapter 1: Transmigrated as the Abused Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character
The early winter air held a slight chill, mirrored by the indifferent morning sunlight.
Inside, however, warmth prevailed.
Within the luxurious apartment-style hotel room, curtains were half-drawn, allowing soft, radiant morning light to filter through the snow-white sheers, casting dancing shadows.
The light, like flowing liquid gold, illuminated the scene within – a scene of utter disarray.
Chairs and tables near the floor-to-ceiling windows were overturned. Pure white lisianthus blossoms, meant to adorn the table, lay scattered on the floor amidst shimmering shards of broken glass and scattered petals, possessing a decadent, almost tragic beauty.
Some of the flowers were crushed beneath a delicate crystal high-heeled shoe; its mate was nowhere to be seen.
Beyond the scattered flowers and high heel, a light-colored coat lay discarded on the floor. A white dress, its skirt torn and fragmented, resembled a captive butterfly fallen to earth – fragile and still.
Xin Yao lay nestled amidst the chaos on the large bed, enveloped in the snow-white duvet as if sinking into a cloud.
Her sleep, however, was far from peaceful. Her brow was slightly furrowed, a delicate blush coloring the corners of her beautiful eyes, tear stains still evident on her face – a clear indication of a long night of weeping.
Faint, ambiguous bite marks were visible on her lotus-root-colored arm, casually draped over the duvet. The light, sensual pink contrasted starkly with her snow-white skin. Bathed in the morning sunlight, she resembled a fragile porcelain doll.
Just then, Xin Yao’s eyelashes fluttered. After a couple of slight struggles, she slowly opened her eyes.
Anyone who had met Xin Yao would agree on the beauty of her eyes.
Perfectly round in shape, her pupils were large and dark, like two distinct drops of liquid mercury – clear and bright.
Yet, the corners of her eyes tilted upwards, adding a touch of sly, languid charm. A single blink held a captivating, almost soul-stirring quality.
Still slightly dazed from sleep and the previous night’s tears, her eyes glistened with a hazy sheen as she sat up, hugging the duvet. A sharp hiss escaped her lips as she immediately reached for her aching lower back.
“Ow, ow, ow…”
Her voice was hoarse and raspy. Before she could process anything, a splitting headache assaulted her, forcing her to cradle her head against the headboard.
This overwhelming discomfort brought Xin Yao back to reality.
She lay back down, then abruptly sat up again, turning to look at the room with a shocked expression.
The more she looked, the paler her face became.
Last night, she had gotten drunk and…and that had happened…with someone.
A torrent of thoughts flooded Xin Yao’s mind.
I’m ruined! I’ve lost my virginity!
For 25 years, she hadn’t even held hands with anyone, and now this!
And the other person… seemed to be a woman…
Oh my god, I’ve come out of the closet, too!
Worse still, her head was pounding, her body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and she could barely remember what had happened, let alone what the other person looked like.
She vaguely recalled stumbling into the wrong room after having too much to drink and clinging to the beautiful person inside.
“Ah…” Xin Yao blushed, cautiously surveying her surroundings. Once she confirmed the other person was gone, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Since she’s left, it must mean she doesn’t care about what happened. Probably just considered it a one-night stand between adults.
I should be more open-minded about it. After all, I have a mission to complete; I’m not here to play around.
Determined to leave, Xin Yao threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed.
As her bare feet touched the floor, her legs gave way, sending her tumbling onto the carpet.
The fall brought the ambiguous marks on her body into sharper focus, her face burning with shame.
Averting her gaze, she quickly gathered her clothes from the floor, only to see her once elegant dress torn into a ragged, uneven mess.
A bitter laugh escaped her, the blush at the corners of her eyes deepening.
That animal! she cursed inwardly.
As Xin Yao, red-faced and flustered, finished dressing, a sudden ding-dong resonated in her mind.
【Dear Host Miss Xin, good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!】
【Your ever-attentive system, Wang Dui Dui, is now online and ready to serve you!】
However, the next words from the cheeky system were laced with sarcasm, delivered in a cheerful yet mocking tone.
【Well, well, well, look who’s finally awake!】
Xin Yao’s composure shattered. “You damn dog, you have the nerve to show your face!”
Yes, a system.
Xin Yao had only recently discovered the existence of such fantastical things.
And, shamefully, Xin Yao was already dead. Dead broke, to be precise.
In her past life, she was a design drone, working for a terrible boss during the day and taking on freelance gigs at night to pay off her debts. She slept only five hours a day, her life a constant cycle of earning money, eating, and sleeping. She was perpetually broke, her eyes lighting up at the mere sight of cash.
Perhaps it was this rare, liver-destroying dedication that attracted the system’s attention.
Xin Yao still remembered the last moments of her life. Collapsing in the freezing snow, she heard a strange voice.
【Do you have any wishes you want to fulfill?】
Xin Yao: “Yes, call an ambulance.”
【Do you have any lingering regrets?】
Xin Yao: “Yes, but I don’t think I’m dead yet.”
【Do you want to continue living?】
Xin Yao: “I do, but I think I can still be saved.”
【You’re dead.】
Xin Yao: “I’m not—”
【Rest in peace.】
Xin Yao: “I’m not—”
【You’re not breathing.】
Xin Yao: “I’m not— Hey! Why am I floating?!”
Xin Yao was dead.
But, clinging to the hope of further struggle, she agreed to the strange voice in her head – her current personal system, Wang Dui Dui – and signed a contract, becoming a system host.
Now, she had to travel to different worlds, complete missions, accumulate points, and earn the chance to fulfill her wishes.
This world was her first mission.
And yesterday had been her first day on the job.
She hadn’t exactly taken the world by storm, but she had been taken…in bed.
The system, Wang Dui Dui, was beside itself with exasperation.
【I took my eyes off you for one second, and you—!】
Xin Yao was also embarrassed, but last night wasn’t entirely her fault.
She had never drunk alcohol before and had no idea her tolerance was so low. One drink, and she blacked out completely.
“It’s your fault, too! If you hadn’t told me that one sip of that wine cost 58,000, I wouldn’t have chugged it!”
Upon entering this world, Xin Yao found herself in a luxurious private room at a high-end club.
While called a club, it was part of the Pei Corporation and catered to business clientele. It offered tea, dining, and various recreational facilities, spanning a vast area and catering to a wide range of activities, often used by company executives for meetings and gatherings.
Its privacy was unquestionable, protected by the untouchable reputation of the Pei name.
Xin Yao’s current identity was that of a wealthy heiress. When she arrived, she was in the middle of a business negotiation.
The client offered her a drink, and she took a couple of sips.
Then, the system chimed in: 【Whoa, that’s some good stuff! One sip of that is worth at least 58,000!】
As fate would have it, Xin Yao then learned from her secretary that she was hosting the client and responsible for the bill.
Her face contorted. 58,000!
One sip was equivalent to two months of her salary! That unscrupulous boss should be a robber!
With a heavy heart and a pang of resentment, she downed the entire glass.
It was just fruit wine, and only one glass.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out of the private room, Xin Yao blacked out.
She seemed to catch a whiff of a cool, alluring fragrance, and then everything became hazy, as if veiled in a thin mist. She could barely stand.
She vaguely remembered her secretary, concerned about her drunken state, offering to take over and attend to the client, urging her to go rest.
The system, while complaining about her poor alcohol tolerance, helpfully booked a room for her on the fourth floor and told her to go to sleep.
Xin Yao stumbled into the elevator and headed to the fourth floor to find her room.
Throughout, that intoxicating fragrance continued to tantalize her.
While the system was distracted by a phone call, Xin Yao, in her confused state, wandered into the wrong room.
The door was unlocked. She pushed it open, staggering inside.
And then?
She seemed to remember light flooding out, momentarily blinding her.
As the light subsided, she saw a huge bathtub in the living room…and a mermaid inside.
The mermaid was breathtakingly beautiful, captivating the already intoxicated Xin Yao. Mesmerized, she approached the tub and threw herself at the mermaid’s tail, demanding kisses.
The mermaid pushed her away, but she clung on, refusing to let go, even bursting into tears.
Eventually, she got her way, and the mermaid, with a sigh, allowed her to hold onto her tail.
“Tsk.”
What a ridiculous dream. I must be mixing up dreams and reality.
While mentally bickering with the system, Xin Yao reached for her coat, intending to leave as soon as possible.
Distracted, she stumbled over something on the floor and landed on her knees on the carpet.
At that moment, a vivid memory from last night flashed through her mind.
In the exact same position, she had cried and tried to escape, cursing the other person as a scoundrel.
But to no avail. She was dragged back by her ankle, the situation escalating.
Frustrated, she had even resorted to biting.
Xin Yao’s mental argument with the system abruptly ceased. Her ears burned crimson.
She finally remembered that the other person last night hadn’t seemed quite right. Had they been drugged?
But that wasn’t her concern.
The more she recalled, the more urgent her desire to escape became.
She grabbed a notepad, scribbled a hasty note, placed it on the bedside table, and turned to leave.
Stepping out of the bedroom and into the living room, Xin Yao stopped short in surprise.
There, in the living room, was a massive bathtub. Water had splashed onto the floor, leaving puddles that hadn’t yet dried.
The surrounding furniture was overturned, and delicate porcelain lay shattered on the floor. The scene resembled the aftermath of a storm.
Xin Yao knew they had been…enthusiastic, but she didn’t think it had been that bad. What happened?
The woman from last night seemed to be shrouded in mystery.
And the more mysterious, the more dangerous. This was not something she should delve into; she had more important things to do.
Leaving quickly was the best course of action.
Xin Yao averted her gaze, turned, and pushed open the door.
The cool morning light fell upon her back as she breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away.
Not long after Xin Yao’s escape, the silent, chaotic room stirred once more.
The door creaked open.
Someone had returned.
The cool morning light illuminated her face, highlighting her translucently pale skin, even paler than her snow-white hair that flowed down to her waist.
As she entered the room, her head slightly bowed, she appeared beautiful, refined, and indifferent – like an ethereal being untouched by earthly concerns.
However, when she lifted her gaze, her eyes, bathed in the morning light, revealed pupils as red as rubies, radiating an alluring, almost demonic beauty.
She was both ethereal and enchanting, her beauty otherworldly.
Her attire, too, was otherworldly. In the early winter chill, she wore only a flowing white dress that reached the floor, seemingly oblivious to the cold.
From a distance, she appeared flawless. Tall and slender, her figure was perfectly proportioned, like a meticulously crafted doll.
Even her long, slender hands seemed sculpted from jade, her nails neatly rounded and clean, her fingers long and delicate.
In one of these hands, she carried a bag of steamed buns and a cup of freshly squeezed soy milk.
Because that’s what the other person had requested.
Last night, in the heat of the moment, the other person had bitten her and demanded that she buy her steamed buns for the rest of her life, threatening to bite her until she cried.
The bites hadn’t hurt, and the threat lacked conviction.
But she had still gone out to buy the steamed buns this morning.
As she stepped into the living room, her brow furrowed slightly.
The room, previously filled with the intoxicating scent of their intertwined bodies and their coupling, a scent both chaotic and comforting, now held a different aroma.
Where had the other scent gone?
She walked towards the bedroom, carrying the food.
The sunlight in the bedroom was softer, illuminating the faint pink bite marks on her long, elegant neck and the scratch marks on her shoulders beneath the white fabric of her dress.
The evidence of their passionate encounter was clear.
It was hard to imagine that someone so aloof could be so moved by passion.
Entering the room, she easily spotted the note on the bedside table. Without hesitation, she reached for it.
Her hand, truly beautiful, with its jade-like bones and snow-white flesh, appeared dazzlingly white in the soft light.
The note read:
【I’m sorry about last night. It was just a mistake. If you require compensation, you can contact me through the hotel. (If a staff member finds this, please forward it to the room’s occupant. Thank you.)】
The message was clear: They were both adults; let’s forget about the one-night stand and pretend it never happened.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, then lowered, casting shadows over her eyes, making it difficult to discern her emotions. She seemed to grow even colder.
Holding the note, she paused for a moment, then made a phone call.
Soon, there was a knock at the door.
A man in a black suit, his demeanor respectful, entered the room. He looked like an assistant.
Just as he was about to step inside, the woman at the bedroom door turned sharply, her blood-red pupils narrowing into slits as she stared at the man.
Like a wild animal guarding its territory, silently threatening anyone who dared to intrude.
The assistant recoiled, a cold sweat breaking out as he froze in place.
She then turned her gaze back to the note.
The assistant outside kept his head bowed, not daring to glance at her, even her back.
It was a strange, primal fear, as if she were some kind of monster.
But remaining silent seemed equally dangerous. Trembling, he spoke.
“Miss, you said that if she wanted to leave, we shouldn’t stop her. Should we bring her back now?”
“No,” she finally spoke, her voice melodious and cold, like jade beads falling onto ice. “Find out who she is first.”
“Yes, Miss.” The assistant replied, waiting for a moment before quietly backing away.
Silence returned to the room.
After a long while, she moved, setting down the note and looking out the window.
Last night, it had been the other person who had initiated contact, claiming to be unafraid. Yet, today, she had fled, leaving her behind.
But…
The contract had been made. There was no escape.
Meanwhile, Xin Yao, having just located her car in the underground parking lot, felt a flash of red on her chest beneath her slightly torn collar. A blood-red mark, resembling a miniature beast, appeared, both sacred and demonic.
Unaware that she had been marked, Xin Yao was arguing with the system.
Having been perpetually busy earning money, Xin Yao had never learned to drive. The system was mocking her incompetence.
Xin Yao retorted, challenging the system to drive if it was so capable.
【Fine, I will!】
Two seconds passed.
【Okay, I’m in the car. Get in.】
Despite its complaints, the system, concerned about further mishaps, had dutifully taken on the role of chauffeur.
Xin Yao: “Huh?”
We’re meeting face-to-face already? Without any mental preparation?
She had only been joking. She hadn’t realized the system could actually manifest physically!
Xin Yao felt a mix of nervousness and shyness, like meeting an online friend for the first time.
Ever since she first heard the system’s voice, she had been curious about what it looked like.
Excitement overriding all other emotions, Xin Yao ran to the car, pulled open the door, and prepared to behold the system’s true form!
However…
The moment she saw what was inside, her smile froze, her expression turning to one of disbelief, then astonishment, and finally, utter bewilderment.
Trembling, she closed the car door, then yanked it open again.
Slammed it shut, then yanked it open once more.
The repeated motions annoyed the system in the driver’s seat, who clicked its tongue.
【Are we going or not? Old Wang, I’m a busy system. I have a mahjong game scheduled later.】
Xin Yao staggered back in disbelief.
My god! It can talk! And it plays mahjong!
It’s become a spirit!
This…this thing is my system?
Anything can be a system these days!!!
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