Chapter 16: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character
Sharp teeth grazed Xin Yao’s lip, drawing a bead of blood that welled up on her already swollen, reddened flesh.
But the blood was quickly lapped up by a scarlet snake tongue.
The tongue lingered, tracing the wound, the subtle sting quickly fading as the demon’s spiritual energy soothed the broken skin.
But Xin Yao hated pain.
While usually good-natured, she was also fiercely competitive.
Especially when it came to pain. She always retaliated.
So, unusually, Xin Yao took the lead in the kiss, her arms wrapping around Pei Yu’s neck, pulling her closer, demanding a response.
Her eagerness, bordering on aggressive, only fueled Pei Yu’s passion, their kiss deepening.
Lost in the moment, Pei Yu accidentally knocked over Xin Yao’s wine glass.
A crisp clinking sound echoed through the bathroom as the glass tumbled from the side of the tub, spilling red wine onto Xin Yao’s shoulder.
The delicate glass shattered on the tiled floor, the wine trickling down Xin Yao’s skin like a blooming flower, staining her flesh a vibrant red.
For a moment, it was hard to tell who was the seductress, Xin Yao or Pei Yu.
Because Xin Yao was slender, the spilled wine pooled in the hollow of her collarbone, creating a small, tempting well of liquid.
Pei Yu’s gaze fixed on the spot, her blood-red eyes reflecting the shimmering wine.
But for a fleeting moment, the heat in her eyes seemed to eclipse the color of the wine.
Pei Yu reached out, her fingertip tracing the path of the wine on Xin Yao’s skin, from her shoulder down her chest.
Xin Yao shivered beneath her touch, her porcelain skin glowing brighter than the light.
Pei Yu’s eyes darkened, her breath coming in short gasps.
Lost in the moment, she lowered her head, taking Xin Yao’s arm and kissing her wrist, where the wine had stained her skin.
Slowly, she trailed kisses up Xin Yao’s arm, inch by inch, until she reached the hollow of her collarbone.
Her forked tongue flicked out, tasting the wine, or perhaps, tasting Xin Yao.
Xin Yao felt like she was losing, but this wasn’t a battle to be won or lost.
As she surrendered, Pei Yu’s passion intensified.
For the first time, Xin Yao experienced the full force of a demon’s heat cycle while sober. It was terrifying.
And President Pei, in this state, became obsessed with time.
Four hours meant four hours, not a second less.
Every time Xin Yao tried to retreat, Pei Yu would nip at her neck, her voice, still cool yet strangely sensual, reminding her, “Xin Yao, stalling doesn’t count towards the time.”
Xin Yao, initially clutching the blanket, would retaliate by biting Pei Yu’s shoulder.
She was grateful she had negotiated the shorter time; otherwise, she would have been completely drained by the snake demon.
The next day, soft sunlight streamed into the room, casting lazy shadows on the polished floor.
The room was a mess.
A white towel lay discarded on the floor, tangled with an expensive black dress, their crumpled folds stirred by the gentle breeze.
The normally neat and organized desk was covered in scattered objects, most of which had fallen to the floor.
As if someone had swept them aside in a fit of passion.
The shifting shadows of the curtains painted a picture of disarray.
Xin Yao lay asleep in the large, comfortable bed, the warm yellow blanket draped loosely over her hips, revealing glimpses of her body.
Her sleep was restless, her eyes slightly red, her eyelashes fluttering, her brow furrowed.
The scene was eerily similar to the morning after Xin Yao had first entered this world.
But this time, she wasn’t alone.
She was nestled in someone’s arms, her slender waist held tightly by a strong hand. They lay on their sides, their bodies pressed close together.
Beneath the edge of the blanket, a beautiful white snake tail swayed gently.
The tail was wrapped around Xin Yao’s leg, its tip resting on her ankle, tapping lightly against the warm sheets.
The scene was strangely serene, a peaceful afternoon tableau.
Xin Yao should have been awake by now.
She stirred, her brow furrowing, her eyelashes fluttering. After a moment of struggle, she finally opened her eyes.
Her gaze, still hazy from sleep, drifted upwards, finally focusing on the smooth, elegant jawline inches from her face.
Hmm?
Confused, she tilted her head back slightly, her eyes meeting a pair of blood-red pupils gazing down at her.
She could see her own reflection in those captivating eyes.
The image jolted her awake. Her gaze widened, taking in Pei Yu’s face.
Memories flooded back, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind.
She had been bold and unrestrained, both verbally and physically.
Now, sober and rational, she felt a wave of shyness.
Pei Yu’s embrace was tight, her scent intoxicating, her body warm against Xin Yao’s.
Xin Yao froze in her arms, her eyes darting around like a nervous meerkat.
Her heightened senses made her acutely aware of Pei Yu’s tail wrapped around her leg, its grip gentle yet firm.
The occasional shift of the scales against her skin sent shivers down her spine.
They were truly entangled.
Pei Yu seemed to always want to be close to her.
Xin Yao pursed her lips, lowering her gaze, her voice soft. “When did you wake up? Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You were sleeping soundly,” Pei Yu replied.
Miss Xin liked to sleep in.
Pei Yu, on the other hand, was always punctual, waking up at 6 am every day without fail.
Today was the first time she had broken her routine, and holding Xin Yao in her arms, she felt a sense of peace she had never experienced before.
Because she was resting her head on Pei Yu’s arm, Xin Yao’s gaze was directed downwards.
Inevitably, her eyes fell on the faint bite marks on Pei Yu’s neck.
A small, pink cluster, a testament to Xin Yao’s boldness the previous night.
“Mm-hmm,” Xin Yao murmured. “You could have woken me.”
She buried her face deeper into Pei Yu’s embrace, her gaze drifting downwards, settling on Pei Yu’s smooth, white skin.
Huh?
She paused, her initial embarrassment fading, replaced by curiosity.
Xin Yao blinked. “You have one too!”
She pointed at Pei Yu’s chest. “Right there!”
Following her finger, a mark identical to Xin Yao’s was visible on Pei Yu’s chest, bathed in the soft sunlight.
—A small white snake, coiled and watching Xin Yao.
Pei Yu glanced down, unfazed.
“Yes, both partners have the mating mark. It allows me to sense if you’re in danger.”
“I see.” Xin Yao nodded.
But as she looked up, she saw the little snake on Pei Yu’s chest blink at her.
Startled, she leaned closer, wanting a better look.
Focused on the snake, she didn’t realize how close she was, her nose almost touching Pei Yu’s chest.
Her warm breath brushed against Pei Yu’s skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Pei Yu stiffened slightly, her arm around Xin Yao’s waist tightening.
The subtle movement betrayed her inner turmoil.
Xin Yao, oblivious, was still staring at the little snake, their eyes locked, both of them tilting their heads.
But it wasn’t moving.
The one on her chest moved. Why wasn’t Pei Yu’s moving?
Curious, she reached out and poked the little snake with her fingertip.
Her pink fingertip pressed against Pei Yu’s soft skin.
But before she could register the sensation, the little snake suddenly lunged forward, its tiny mouth opening wide, as if to bite her finger.
Xin Yao recoiled. “Oh my god, it’s going to bite me!”
But Pei Yu’s arm around her waist prevented her from escaping.
Her movement was restricted, and her fingertip bounced back against Pei Yu’s chest, leaving a faint pink mark.
The little snake, however, hadn’t intended to bite her. It was just playing.
It slithered around Xin Yao’s fingertip, coiling and uncoiling, playfully teasing her.
Xin Yao giggled, her fingertip tracing the little snake’s movements, their playful interaction a warm, intimate dance.
Just as she was about to poke the snake’s head again, her hand was suddenly captured, the firm grip sending a jolt through her.
She looked up, her gaze falling into a pair of blood-red eyes, their depths hinting at a reptilian pupil, like a hidden storm beneath a calm ocean surface.
Dangerously alluring.
Xin Yao realized what she had been doing.
Pei Yu’s heat cycle had just subsided. Even a glance could reignite her passion, let alone such intimate contact. It was like playing with fire.
Xin Yao immediately regretted her actions, trying to pull her hand away and change the subject.
But Pei Yu’s grip was firm, her fingers trapped in Pei Yu’s hand.
Pei Yu’s eyes darkened.
Just as Xin Yao’s heart skipped a beat, a strange sound broke the tense silence.
Xin Yao’s stomach growled.
An awkward silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of sunlight streaming through the window.
It was almost afternoon. Being hungry was normal!
Despite her rationalization, Xin Yao’s ears burned. She quickly pulled her hand away, lowering her head.
Fortunately, Pei Yu’s attention was diverted.
Despite being a demon, President Pei still retained some human decency.
Her gaze softened, the predatory glint fading from her eyes. She released Xin Yao’s hand, her cool voice echoing above her.
“Hungry? It is quite late. I’ve ordered food. Get up, and we can eat soon.”
Xin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, no longer embarrassed by her growling stomach. She even felt a sense of gratitude.
Hunger had saved her!
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