Chapter 12: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character
As expected.
She shouldn’t have asked!
And hadn’t Pei Yu already said something similar when she invited her to help her through her heat cycle?
How dare she repeat it!
Well, perhaps for a snake unfamiliar with human customs, a mating invitation and a direct request for sex were different.
The former was at least an inquiry, a show of politeness.
But hearing the aloof and seemingly untouchable President Pei, with her impassive face, utter such a blatant proposition was still incredibly shocking.
Xin Yao’s face burned crimson, the heat spreading from her ears down her neck, her skin flushed and warm like polished jade. She felt like curling up into a ball on the floor.
Following the initial shock came a wave of instinctive fear.
She was genuinely frightened by Pei Yu’s bluntness.
Xin Yao’s beautiful eyes widened, her gaze flickering with a mix of emotions, including a fleeting thought that Pei Yu was a refined beast.
As Xin Yao stared at Pei Yu in disbelief, Pei Yu was also watching her.
In the quiet, dimly lit restaurant, her blood-red eyes, reflecting the warm glow of the lamps, were mesmerizing and deep.
Her intense gaze seemed to draw Xin Yao in.
Pei Yu’s provocative words still echoed in her ears, and as Xin Yao’s mind reeled, her gaze locked with Pei Yu’s.
In that moment, her soul felt like it was being pulled downwards, plummeting into the memories of their intimate encounter.
The lights had been on that night. Neither of them had had the time or inclination to turn them off.
The room had been brightly lit, illuminating every detail.
Xin Yao had tilted her head back, her eyes slightly open, her vision blurred, seeing only hazy light and shadows.
A blinding white light had surged, then plummeted like a falling star, intense and sudden.
Xin Yao’s mind and body had gone limp, adrift like a small boat on a stormy sea.
But she hadn’t fallen.
Because she had been standing, supported by the large, white snake tail wrapped around her waist, a mixture of intimacy and restraint, holding her captive.
It was also a form of protection, preventing her from collapsing.
Even after they had finished, the snake tail had lingered, slowly tracing the curves of her waist and legs, its smooth scales caressing her skin.
Entwined, bound, captive.
Xin Yao had barely been able to breathe, and the snake tail’s owner had clung to her relentlessly.
As if the tail around her waist wasn’t enough, the snake demon had pulled her into a tight embrace.
Lowering her head, her scarlet tongue flicked out, seeking Xin Yao’s lips, teasing and probing, trying to pry them open.
In her hazy state, Xin Yao hadn’t felt fear, only annoyance. She had turned her head away, refusing the kiss.
She had struggled to escape, her movements frantic.
The snake tail, careful not to hurt her, had loosened its grip.
Xin Yao had seized the opportunity, pushing Pei Yu away and stumbling away on weak legs.
But a demon in heat was fiercely possessive. The momentary release had been out of concern, not a sign of surrender.
With a flick of its white tail, it had wrapped around Xin Yao’s slender waist, pulling her back. Pei Yu, now fully consumed by her desires, clung to her.
Xin Yao, having taken only two steps, was pressed against the wall, her hands captured and intertwined with Pei Yu’s.
The possessive embrace left her trapped, the cold wall against her front, the now unrestrained beast against her back.
The beast, lost in passion, nuzzled against her neck, its tongue tracing her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Xin Yao’s legs had weakened, giving Pei Yu complete control.
Intimate, frantic, unrestrained.
That night had been… incredibly intense, even the faintest memory sending a thrill through her.
She had been wrong.
She had been too drunk, forgetting too much, misled by Pei Yu’s cold demeanor.
She had forgotten how wild this person could be when all pretense was discarded.
The initial discomfort caused by Pei Yu’s words vanished, replaced by a mix of panic and shyness.
And a touch of fear.
Because she finally understood the hidden depths beneath Pei Yu’s aloof exterior, the side she had glimpsed that night.
This seemingly elegant and untouchable woman was, in reality, a ferocious beast, wild and dangerous, possessive and capable of consuming her whole.
She should have known this from the moment they met, but she had forgotten.
—Miss Pei was a dangerous person.
A small creature like Xin Yao, once caught in her gaze, would become nothing more than a delicious meal, unable to escape.
So, Xin Yao was afraid, especially after Pei Yu’s blunt confession.
Even though Pei Yu’s expression had remained impassive, Xin Yao felt a predatory glint in her eyes.
A primal fear, the instinct of prey caught in a predator’s gaze, sent a chill down her spine, her body tingling.
But as the saying went, some die for wealth, others for food. Every time Xin Yao wavered, a single thought surfaced in her mind.
Three hundred million!
She knew she wouldn’t be able to spend it all, or even take it with her. The Xin family was already wealthy.
Agreeing to Pei Yu’s offer seemed irrational.
But Xin Yao had just entered this world. Just a few days ago, she had died from exhaustion, collapsing in the snow, chasing money.
Her previous life had been filled with hardship. Even an extra bun for breakfast had been a luxury she couldn’t afford.
Now, it was as if a giant, illusory cake was placed before her, within easy reach.
Even though she knew it was an illusion, she couldn’t resist reaching out.
Like a small hamster, accustomed to poverty, she wanted to hoard everything she could.
Even if the comfort was fleeting, it was enough.
Xin Yao wasn’t easily swayed by beauty, but money was a different story.
Of course, these were just contributing factors.
The main reason she agreed was that she couldn’t bear to watch Pei Yu die.
But she also knew she would eventually leave this world and didn’t want to form any deep attachments.
Leaving Pei Yu to die would weigh heavily on her conscience, but helping out of obligation might lead to complicated feelings.
This simple transactional relationship seemed like the best option.
But ultimately, Pei Yu’s blunt words were a result of Xin Yao’s own curiosity.
The snake, unfamiliar with human emotions, had simply been trying to prove that her aloofness wasn’t a sign of indifference.
Her method of proof, however, was a bit too wild.
Understanding this, Xin Yao’s fear subsided, only her ears remaining slightly pink.
After her internal monologue, she finally spoke, though she wasn’t sure what to say.
“Pei Yu, I… those words are really…”
“I know,” Pei Yu said quickly, seemingly afraid of scaring Xin Yao away. “For humans, what I said might be considered impolite and frightening, but I didn’t want you to think that I’m being indifferent or flippant about you.”
Indeed.
After Pei Yu’s explanation, Xin Yao no longer doubted her sincerity.
Instead, she found Pei Yu’s awkward attempt to explain her feelings, despite her lack of understanding of human emotions, rather endearing.
Even a little cute.
It was a side of President Pei she had never seen before.
Xin Yao’s discomfort and fear completely vanished. She nodded.
“I understand. I was overthinking it.”
But after a moment of silence, Pei Yu didn’t respond.
Confused, Xin Yao looked up.
As she lifted her gaze, she saw Pei Yu staring at her intently.
Her gaze was so intense that Xin Yao felt self-conscious, touching her face.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
Pei Yu was looking at her with her head slightly tilted, her white hair falling around her face, her gold-rimmed glasses making her appear both elegant and aloof.
But her words were anything but aloof.
“Miss Xin, I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you tonight.”
“If you don’t mind, may I kiss you?”
“Of course, it’s fine if you refuse.”
Her words were polite, even asking for permission before a kiss.
But their directness, like roses fashioned into arrows, pierced Xin Yao’s heart, sending a flurry of emotions through her.
Her eyes flickered.
“What if I refuse?”
Pei Yu, unusually relaxed and talkative tonight, even managed a joke. “Then I might be sad.”
“Oh?” Xin Yao blinked, then lowered her head, pretending to consider it seriously.
After a moment, she looked up at Pei Yu and smiled.
“Then I suppose I shouldn’t make a beautiful lady sad.”
This was Miss Pei, but also President Pei.
She might as well consider it practice for the upcoming heat cycle.
Pei Yu’s eyes lit up, her eyelashes fluttering. True to her decisive nature, she stood up and walked towards Xin Yao.
She was so tall that Xin Yao, now feeling a touch of nervousness, felt small as she stood up, enveloped in Pei Yu’s shadow.
They were so close that Xin Yao, looking up, could see the intricate design of Pei Yu’s brooch.
She realized, with a jolt, that she was about to kiss Miss Pei.
Her heart pounding, she opened her mouth to say something, to ease the tension.
But before she could speak, Pei Yu’s lips were on hers.
The sudden warmth and softness made Xin Yao’s eyes widen. She instinctively took a step back.
But the table was right behind her. Her lower back bumped against the edge, and she instinctively reached back, gripping the table for support.
Pei Yu’s kiss, like her personality, was both restrained and unrestrained, aloof and ferocious.
She asked politely before kissing, but once granted permission, she attacked with unrestrained passion.
Her kiss was so intense that Xin Yao could barely breathe. Pei Yu’s inexperience, her reliance on instinct, made her even more overwhelming.
Tears welled up in Xin Yao’s eyes. She regretted agreeing to this.
She tried to pull away, but Pei Yu, anticipating her retreat, held her firmly around the waist, refusing to let her go.
The more Xin Yao resisted, the more Pei Yu pursued, forcing her to submit, their struggle a passionate dance of push and pull.
This snake woman was truly domineering and possessive.
Xin Yao now understood the primal instincts hidden beneath President Pei’s cold, elegant exterior.
Her raw desire and possessiveness were unleashed upon Xin Yao.
Xin Yao: I was so wrong. She’s not aloof at all!
Fortunately, they were in public, and Pei Yu, still retaining some control, stopped before Xin Yao completely lost it.
Xin Yao’s legs were weak, and she could barely stand without Pei Yu’s support.
As she looked up at Pei Yu, tears streamed down her face, her lips and eyes red, her expression vulnerable.
Pei Yu had regained her usual composure. If not for the faint lip print on her lips, there would be no trace of her earlier passion.
She even gently wiped away the tears from Xin Yao’s cheeks.
Then, leaning down, her face so close that their breaths mingled, she looked into Xin Yao’s eyes and softly asked, “Are we closer now, Miss Xin?”
She cared deeply about this.
Ever since Xin Yao had rejected her, claiming they weren’t close enough, she had been bothered by it.
So, Pei Yu wanted to be closer to Miss Xin, much closer.
In that moment, Pei Yu’s eyes were so beautiful, like shimmering rubies, their light intoxicating.
Xin Yao, as if under a spell, reached out and gently touched Pei Yu’s face, nodding softly.
“Yes.”
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