Chapter 18: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character
When Xin Yao returned home from Xin Wanyin’s place, the sky was already dark.
It had started to rain on her way back, a misty drizzle obscuring the streetlights and the horizon.
Xin Wanyin lived nearby, and Xin Yao had walked.
Caught in the unexpected rain without an umbrella, her black coat and hair were damp, a slight chill clinging to her.
She opened the door, leaving the lights off as she slipped off her shoes.
As she bent down, the neon glow from outside illuminated her face, raindrops clinging to her eyelashes like tiny jewels.
She was cold.
The first thing she wanted to do was change into dry clothes.
Just as she turned, the doorbell rang.
Xin Yao glanced at the clock. It was almost 8 pm. Who would be visiting at this hour?
Could it be Xin Wanyin, regretting her decision and coming to apologize?
Without thinking, Xin Yao opened the door.
The motion-sensor light in the hallway flickered and died, plunging the entryway into darkness.
Xin Yao had only opened the door halfway, and she couldn’t see the visitor’s face clearly.
She could only tell that they were tall, their shadow stretching across the dimly lit hallway, obscuring their features.
It was a little unnerving.
Before Xin Yao could get a better look, the visitor pushed the door open and stepped inside, their movements swift and uninvited.
Without a word, they cupped Xin Yao’s face and kissed her.
The sudden warmth and pressure of their lips felt like a burning flame against Xin Yao’s skin.
Their close proximity allowed her to feel their hot breath against her lips, a tantalizing tease.
The heat, the obscured face, the suddenness of the action, it was all a bit frightening.
Xin Yao’s heart pounded in her chest. She instinctively tried to pull away.
But the visitor, seemingly annoyed by her resistance, tightened their grip on her waist, their other hand capturing her chin, preventing her from moving.
Xin Yao pushed against their chest, trying to break free.
But the more she resisted, the more passionate the kiss became.
A tongue, smooth and insistent, slipped between her lips, exploring her mouth with a possessive hunger.
It was her.
The familiar touch, or rather, the familiar tongue, made Xin Yao recognize the visitor. Her heart still raced, but her mind calmed slightly.
At least she knew who the culprit was.
She relaxed, no longer resisting, surrendering to the other person’s embrace.
The visitor pressed her against the wall.
Once their prey was secured, they lowered their head, their teeth grazing Xin Yao’s neck.
They seemed to have arrived in a hurry, their body even damper than Xin Yao’s, the water droplets from their hair clinging to her skin, a mixture of cool and warm.
“Hiss!”
Xin Yao tilted her head back, her brow furrowing. “Are you crazy?!”
What was the meaning of this sudden intrusion, this forceful kiss? She had thought it was a burglar!
And so aggressive! Were they trying to eat her?
It had been several days since Xin Yao and Pei Yu had last seen each other.
They were both busy, and their relationship wasn’t exactly conventional.
They had agreed to meet again this weekend.
But it was only Monday, and here she was, barging into Xin Yao’s home, kissing her without a word.
Pei Yu didn’t answer immediately, her lips trailing kisses along Xin Yao’s jawline, up to her mouth.
Xin Yao braced herself for another kiss.
But it didn’t come.
Pei Yu’s lips hovered just above hers, a tantalizing tease, the warm pressure against her skin making her heart pound.
Xin Yao opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Pei Yu’s in the dim light.
Pei Yu looked at her, her eyes dark and intense, her voice slightly hoarse.
“My heat cycle started early again. I had to come to you. I apologize.”
Kissing her first, then apologizing.
Was that polite or impolite?
Xin Yao opened her mouth to speak.
But Pei Yu spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes hidden in the shadows.
“Xin Yao, whose scent is that on you?”
Scent?
What scent…?
Ah, Xin Yao realized.
Xin Wanyin had hugged her for a long time tonight. Was that what Pei Yu meant?
Pei Yu seemed to have a strong sense of territoriality, disliking others getting close to her.
And a snake’s senses were acute. Perhaps she didn’t like the scent of another person on Xin Yao.
Xin Yao wrinkled her nose, sniffing the air, but she couldn’t smell anything.
“Probably my sister’s. She hugged me today.”
Pei Yu didn’t reply immediately.
After a moment, she murmured a soft “mm-hmm” in the darkness.
The sensual sound lingered in the air before Pei Yu lowered her head and kissed her again.
But Xin Yao’s answer hadn’t satisfied her.
This kiss was even more fierce and passionate than the previous one, almost frantic.
The more she kissed Xin Yao, the more agitated she became.
Because mingled with Xin Yao’s scent was the faint, lingering scent of another person, teasing her sensitive senses.
It was a constant reminder that her partner had been touched, embraced by someone else.
This was unacceptable.
Miss Xin was her partner. Miss Xin belonged to her.
Miss Xin’s smiles should be for her, her tears should be shed only for her, and her scent should belong only to her.
But there were always other people, watching her partner, touching her partner, perhaps even desiring her partner.
It was infuriating.
She wanted to hide Miss Xin away, on the highest mountain, where she would be safe, where she would belong only to her.
In the darkness, Pei Yu’s eyes narrowed, her pupils contracting into reptilian slits, a dark red, almost black, filled with possessive desire.
But for now, she had more pressing matters to attend to.
Her kiss softened, becoming more gentle, as if to soothe Xin Yao.
But it was a deception. As the kiss ended, she gently lifted Xin Yao into her arms and carried her towards the bedroom.
This wouldn’t do.
This scent on her partner was unacceptable.
She would carefully, meticulously, erase every trace of it.
Every inch of Miss Xin’s skin would carry only her scent.
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