The Vicious Female Supporting Character Must Die [Transmigration] GL - Chapter 3: Mission Activated

There was a faint scar on her wrist, with new flesh growing, as if from a suicide attempt.

Lu Zhiyu pondered which part of the plot involved the female lead attempting suicide by slitting her wrists. A translucent interface appeared, showing a text-based recap:

[“I” gradually saw through the male lead’s philandering and couldn’t stand him bringing his bed partners home. “I” investigated the truth behind my father’s company bankruptcy and, in despair from the double blow, “I” slit my wrists and attempted suicide. But how could Du Yueze let “me” die so easily? “I” knew he had always deeply loved “me,” but the generational feud between their families remained a barrier. His feelings for “me” were a complex mix of love and hate, and he chose to torment and harm the other person in a perverse way.

Half a month of intense affection made “me” feel as if “I” had returned to the passionate days of our romance. When “I” lost the desire to die, “I” was again treated as a disobedient canary and locked in a pitch-black basement, until “I” begged for mercy and once more became dependent on him.]

After reading this plot segment, Lu Zhiyu concluded that she was definitely in the second stage of the game’s plot. The female lead, unable to bear the male lead’s constraints, had escaped and was sent back by a mysterious person. This mysterious person now had a name: the female supporting character Gu Yinshu.

She vaguely remembered that when she played the game, at the beginning of the second act, the female lead’s CG character also opened her eyes in the Du mansion.

As Lu Zhiyu was thinking, the game’s mission interface suddenly popped up, displaying a main mission and a side quest for bonus points.

[Main Mission: Find three characters possessed by evil soul fragments. A trust progress bar will appear under their CG avatars. When Ferryman No. 111 can fully gain the trust of the evil soul fragments, you can find the source of the evil thoughts and purify the evil spirits back into the Soul Judgment Bell. If the character possessed by the evil soul dies and their soul dissipates, the mission fails, and the Ferryman interferes with the Underworld’s duties. Your remaining lifespan will be used as collateral to repay three souls.]

These words sounded nice, but it basically meant if she didn’t obey and complete the mission, her life would be forfeit.

Lu Zhiyu silently complained, then swiped to open the side quest.

[How can a game not have a HE~? Achieve the Movie Queen status, and act on behalf of heaven by using legal means to severely punish the utterly heinous male lead, only then can the Yin-Yang Station open! Mysterious surprises await you~.]

To use legal means to severely punish a male lead who held all the power… that seemed almost impossible.

Lu Zhiyu rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her unusually beautiful black-brown eyes with a hint of purple, as set by the Mary Sue cliché game, subtly deepening.

After much thought, it seemed the only one in this world who could contend with the male lead was the equally heinous, bl00d-soaked BOSS-level vicious female supporting character, Gu Yinshu. She had the backing of a global black society organization based in Italy. Her company, Guye Global Film and Television Entertainment, could rival the male lead’s. If the game’s overly compassionate female lead hadn’t influenced the male supporting character (a spy sent by Gu Yinshu) to betray her, it’s uncertain who would have won the business war between them.

Fighting evil with evil. Lu Zhiyu refused to believe she couldn’t bind the male lead with the law.

Looking at Gu Yinshu’s CG avatar and trust bar on the character interface, she vaguely formed a plan. If she wanted to get close to Gu Yinshu, the best way would be to sign with Guye Global Film and Television Entertainment and become an artist under Gu Yinshu. As for that idiotic male lead, she needed to find a way to escape his control as soon as possible.

After getting out of the car, Lu Zhiyu was escorted by several black-clad bodyguards into the Du mansion. As the luxurious, heavy door opened, she was unceremoniously thrown onto the floor by the strong men.

Thud. The heavy sound of a body hitting the ground. Her back hit the smooth floor tiles, and the cold sensation made her shiver.

Before she could get up, her chin was roughly seized and lifted. Du Yueze’s handsome face appeared magnified before her eyes. He tightly gripped her wrist until a nail mark was left.

“Escaping? Where are you escaping to? Lu Zhiyu, don’t test my patience.”

His knife-like profile carried a hint of coldness. His indifferent black eyes subtly deepened as they swept over the slightly low neckline of her slip dress. The beautiful curves there were captivating. His throat subtly moved up and down, his gaze slightly heated, and he spoke in an unfriendly tone: “Who gave you permission to walk on the street in a slip dress? You’re my woman. Dressing so provocatively, are you trying to seduce someone?”

At first glance, Lu Zhiyu was dazzled by Du Yueze’s dazzling appearance. His looks matched her ideal partner’s requirements, but she was instantly struck dumb by his next two sentences. As someone who valued looks, all eighteen layers of filters in her eyes shattered instantly. She cursed him as a lunatic in her mind. Did he have the right to comment on how she dressed? A total “man-splainer.”

She looked more closely. If his entire face were covered, Du Yueze’s gaze would be no different from that of an ill-intentioned older man she’d encountered on the street—lewd and vulgar. No matter how good-looking he was, it couldn’t save the greasy aura that emanated from him.

Lu Zhiyu felt a wave of nausea. She grabbed Du Yueze’s arm, shook him off, and retreated a few steps on the floor, trying to distance herself from this dangerous man. She feigned the look of a frightened and terrified “white lotus” female protagonist, as if intimidated by the man’s aura.

Du Yueze watched with satisfaction as fear flickered in Lu Zhiyu’s eyes. He shifted his burning gaze. Dressed impeccably in a neat suit, he sat on the sofa, his slightly long bangs covering his dark eyes, exuding the melancholic beauty and coldness of a romance novel male lead.

Hmph, he looked like a well-dressed, refined scoundrel. No wonder so many girls liked him.

Lu Zhiyu sneered inwardly, her fearful expression unchanged. She slowly got up from the cold tiles. The floor was too cold; she suspected her skin would get frostbite if she sat there for another half an hour, and she might catch a cold for several days.

Du Yueze, with his ascetic, cold face, casually spread his long legs to the sides. A girl who looked newly adult seemed to have heard the commotion. Wearing a school uniform, she walked out of the slightly ajar room. She timidly glanced at Lu Zhiyu on the floor, then shyly lowered her head and sat on Du Yueze’s lap.

The rustling of her short skirt being lifted and the harsh click of a belt being undone were particularly grating. A heavy pressure from the sofa indicated a change in posture.

The schoolgirl faced away from Lu Zhiyu, her arms trembling as she tightly hugged Du Yueze’s neck. Unbearable sounds of sexual intercourse filled the air, making Lu Zhiyu blush.

These two were performing a live “spring palace” (erotic scene) right in front of Lu Zhiyu.

Lu Zhiyu had been “rolling in society” for a long time and was no stranger to such situations. Du Yueze acting this way in front of her was clearly meant to provoke her, to humiliate the well-educated female protagonist.

However, it was a bit strange. This scene didn’t appear in the game or the book. In the game, Du Yueze had only spoken a few words to her and then locked her in the basement.

Lu Zhiyu pondered, maintaining an expression of suppressed anger and humiliation on her face. Her shoulders trembled as she looked down at the floor, resolutely cutting off the “malnourished” scene from her sight. Her mind still replayed the girl’s occasional panicked side profile, which bore some resemblance to herself. She couldn’t help but curse Du Yueze as a beast several times. This girl looked so young, probably just turned adult. How could he lay a hand on her?

After venting for a while, Du Yueze mercilessly pulled the shaking, unsteady girl off him and threw her in front of Lu Zhiyu. He stood up, looking down at her, and sneered sinisterly: “You are my woman, but I will never like someone as ignorant and foolish as you. Even if you were the only woman in the world, I would never touch you. The mistakes you’ve made will all be punished by your cousin.”

Lu Zhiyu muttered several curses, calling him a pervert. The young girl’s eyes were teary from the ordeal, making her exceptionally pitiful. Lu Zhiyu’s hand was about to comfortingly pat the girl’s back when the girl suddenly hugged her neck, her eyes filled with resentment and intense jealousy, saying: “Sister Zhiyu, your looks are just average. Sister Xirou is so much prettier than you, why do you get Brother Yueze’s special favor? And you’re still not satisfied? Wouldn’t it be better if you just agreed and satisfied him?”

“…” What kind of messed-up world was this? Why was the victim questioning and resenting another victim? Did she have Stockholm Syndrome?

This girl spoke with murderous intent; perhaps if she were cut open, she’d be a little black flower. Young people always acted impulsively. Since she disliked her, she might harm her in the future. Comforting her was out of the question; being wary was a better approach.

Lu Zhiyu’s eyes narrowed. She decisively pulled her hand back and removed the girl’s arms from her neck, but her mouth still held a forced smile, fitting the female protagonist’s soft-hearted nature. She squeezed out a few genuine tears, her expression dazed, and said, “I’m sorry, Lu Yuan, it’s my fault, all my fault. It’s my fault you’ve become like this.”

Du Yueze walked up to Lu Zhiyu, his shoetip lifting her face. He smiled mockingly and said, “Lu Zhiyu, do you still want to resist? Do you still dare to run away?”

Lu Zhiyu met Du Yueze’s ruthless gaze, thinking, How dare I? If I resist and get thrown into the basement, my plan is toast. I have to put on a show to make Du Yueze trust me, and I must take control, instead of always being led by the nose!

“Du Yueze, I won’t run away anymore, but where can I even go now?”

Her clear, bewildered female voice brushed past his ears, carrying the pure crispness of a wind chime, yet tinged with a hint of weariness.

Du Yueze knew Lu Zhiyu’s stubbornness and fierceness. This was the first time he had heard her soft and submissive voice. Even when she had regained consciousness after her suicide attempt and rescue, she had never shown a hint of weakness.

Her eyelashes fluttered subtly. Her brown-purple eyes, tinged with tears, drooped slightly, carrying an empty and unreachable loneliness. Her beautiful, pale face was like a soulless puppet, her slender, fair body looking hollow and emaciated in the thin slip dress.

She gave a mournful smile, yet that smile was delicate and heartbreakingly alluring.

When Du Yueze turned to look at Lu Zhiyu, for some reason, his heart clenched with a slight pain. He remembered her from before, that beautiful, brief, and innocent romance they once had in college…

The cold, aloof goddess he once barely dared to look at, when had she been tormented into this state by him?

This was not his original intention. He… had never intended to harm her body, such a perfect work of art should not suffer even the slightest damage. He didn’t even dare to possess her first time, fearing that such perfection would dim with her loss of chastity.

Lu Zhiyu’s tear-filled eyes keenly caught the momentary flicker of distraction in Du Yueze’s eyes. She secretly rejoiced, then lowered her gaze, not daring to meet Du Yueze’s eyes directly. She softly said: “Please let me go, Du Yueze. Don’t lock me in there anymore. It’s too cold and too dark. Lu Yuan is here, and my life is in your hands; you can take it anytime. I won’t run away again. I still owe you debts, and I want to work. I want to return to a normal life.”

She clutched her head, her face showing a pained expression, yet her back remained proudly straight. “Please, please, will you?”