Chapter 10: Transmigrated as the Abused Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character
Xin Yao, perched on the plush chair, sat ramrod straight, her beautiful eyes wide with shock as she stared at the woman across from her.
It took a moment for her to process Pei Yu’s words. Then, like a startled animal, she quickly averted her gaze, her blushing cheeks and fluttering eyelashes illuminated by the soft candlelight.
“W-what are you talking about?!”
How could she just…blurt that out?!
Seeing Xin Yao’s flustered, almost panicked reaction, Pei Yu, though not understanding the reason for her surprise, realized her mating invitation might have been inappropriate.
As a cold-blooded creature, she wasn’t attuned to the nuances of human courtship, unfamiliar with the complexities of emotions, relying mostly on instinct.
If she wanted something, she took it. If not, she discarded it.
Used to her position of power, accustomed to others obeying her every whim, she had never considered the impact of her words or actions.
While aware of her unconventional behavior, she had never seen it as a flaw.
But now, facing the woman she was supposed to be courting, the vibrant and expressive Miss Xin, Pei Yu felt acutely aware of her social ineptitude.
She should have been more cautious, approaching slowly and gently, like handling a delicate glass figurine, or stalking a timid prey, careful not to frighten it away.
Once Miss Xin lowered her guard, grew accustomed to her presence, she could then ensnare her, bind her completely.
But even the always-composed, ever-calculating President Pei had a backup plan for dealing with Xin Yao’s resistance.
Pei Yu shifted her gaze from the flustered Xin Yao.
Lowering her head slightly, she reached under the table and retrieved a thick black folder.
She opened it, revealing a stack of white papers.
Without looking at them, her long, manicured fingers gracefully pushed the folder across the table towards Xin Yao.
Her voice was calm and cool.
“My apologies.”
“I’m not well-versed in human customs and emotions. If I’ve offended you, I sincerely apologize. It’s my fault.”
“However, I would still appreciate it if you would consider my…request. Think of it as…helping me with a medical condition. Of course, I wouldn’t ask you to do this for free. This is a token of my sincerity. Please, take a look.”
Her melodious voice, like the gentle clinking of jade, sent a shiver down Xin Yao’s spine.
She instinctively touched her burning ears.
Intrigued by Pei Yu’s offer, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten, she couldn’t resist picking up the folder.
“Sincerity?” Does that mean compensation for helping her through her heat cycle?
Not out of greed, but pure curiosity, she glanced at the documents.
Her initial curiosity quickly turned to shock, then to disbelief. Her blush deepened, then her face paled.
She pushed the folder back towards Pei Yu, her voice trembling slightly.
“Miss Pei, I don’t deserve a death sentence!”
The folder lay between them on the table, the bright lights of the restaurant illuminating the stark black print on the white paper.
It was a contract. Xin Yao hadn’t had time to read it thoroughly, but the first three clauses were enough to send her reeling.
In short, Pei Yu needed Xin Yao’s help to survive her life-threatening heat cycle, and in return, she would compensate Xin Yao generously for her…efforts.
That seemed reasonable enough.
Even without the offer of compensation, Xin Yao was considering helping Pei Yu. She couldn’t just stand by and watch her die.
But…
The third clause, however, made Xin Yao’s blood run cold.
It stated, in clear, unambiguous terms, that the stunning lamia sitting across from her required mating for a period of 17 hours or more during each heat cycle, and that her possessiveness and dependence on her partner would be extremely intense.
Seventeen hours?!
Xin Yao thought she had misread it, adding an extra digit.
But even without the extra digit, it was still outrageous.
My life is precious, too!
She now recalled that they had spent the entire night together.
And it was only because she had cried and pleaded relentlessly that Pei Yu had finally relented. Even then, Xin Yao had felt like she’d been run over by a truck the next day.
Any longer, and she would have probably passed out from exhaustion.
Xin Yao’s intensified reaction after reading the contract surprised even the usually composed President Pei. It took her a moment to realize what had caused it.
Unlike Xin Yao’s shyness and discomfort, the cold-blooded lamia was much more direct. She addressed the issue head-on.
Pushing her glasses up her nose slightly, Pei Yu looked at Xin Yao intently.
“Mating times vary among snakes, but longer durations, often several hours, are common.”
“As a demon, my needs are…more intense. However, considering Miss Xin’s limitations…” —Pei Yu remembered how quickly Xin Yao had started crying and trying to escape that night, requiring constant coaxing and reassurance— “…I’ve proposed a…reasonable timeframe.”
So, you actually considered my well-being when setting the “timeframe”? How thoughtful.
However…
As Xin Yao blushed, she couldn’t resist stealing a glance at the woman across from her.
Bathed in the soft light, Pei Yu looked even more aloof and ethereal.
Her gold-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose, her blouse buttoned to the top, her elegant fingers resting lightly on the table, her posture impeccable, her gaze cool and detached. She was the picture of power and control, utterly unapproachable.
And yet…
This same cool, composed, almost ascetic woman was discussing the most intimate and passionate of acts with the utmost seriousness, like a scholar presenting a research paper.
It was as if a goddess was lecturing on the art of lovemaking, or a frozen stream hinting at the fiery current beneath the ice.
She was cold, yet her desires were intense, her outward composure a mask for a passionate nature.
It was…strangely alluring.
Xin Yao couldn’t help but wonder if Pei Yu’s expression remained this impassive in bed.
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