The Vicious Female Supporting Character Must Die [Transmigration] GL - Chapter 4: I Heard You're Arrogant (1)
Clack-clack-clack—
The crisp, grating sound of leather shoes rubbing against the smooth tiles echoed sharply.
Lu Zhiyu looked up, tears streaming down her face. Her hair was suddenly grabbed and yanked forward, the pulling pain on her scalp making her eyebrows furrow. A sickening mix of putrid and earthy smells assaulted her nostrils.
Du Yueze lifted his expensive leather shoe, the dust-covered tip grinding against the side of her face.
He expressionlessly tugged at her long hair, still reeking heavily of s3x. “Lick it. Lick my shoe clean, and I’ll let you go.”
The dusty, slightly bloody shoe seemed to be grinding her dignity into the dirt. A burning pain radiated from her skin, her nose pressed against the soft leather upper.
How could she tolerate such a trampling of her dignity? If she endured any more, she’d be a fool!
Lu Zhiyu couldn’t take it anymore. She elbowed Du Yueze, sending him staggering back. Before he could react, she landed a heavy kick to his crotch.
Du Yueze was caught completely off guard, his handsome face contorted in pain. He stumbled back a few steps.
Lu Zhiyu’s face darkened for an instant, her gaze cold as she looked at Du Yueze, who was just reacting and on the verge of an angry outburst. She bit her moist red lips slightly, clenching her hands.
She had acted impulsively. By retaliating like this, all her previous efforts at compromise were in vain.
The Soul Judgment Bell resonated faintly and ethereally in her ears. The layers of resentful spiritual energy clinging to Du Yueze suddenly became exceptionally clear to her naked eye.
As long as the evil spirit remained, his flower of sin would forever escape purgatory, blooming endlessly across the vast land, neither redeemable nor transcendable.
A strange phrase suddenly appeared in Lu Zhiyu’s mind. Before she could ponder when she had ever uttered these words, she was interrupted by an enraged voice.
“Lu Zhiyu, do you have a death wish?”
A group of bodyguards surrounded her. Du Yueze, hands in his pockets, lit a cigarette. His handsome face was shrouded in gloom, making him particularly unnerving.
Lu Zhiyu cursed inwardly. Suddenly, a thought flashed in her mind, and her expression shifted to one of confusion and bewilderment. “I’m just refusing my master’s unnecessary charity. I want to suggest playing a new game with you, master. Yueze, don’t you think our current way of interacting is too boring? I’m already tired of it.”
Ignoring the fierce glares of the surrounding bodyguards, she shyly walked up to Du Yueze, linked her arm through his, and whispered suggestively into his ear, “I’ve already begged for your mercy, Mr. Du. Don’t you want to play something more stimulating?”
Du Yueze froze. Suddenly, a pair of soft hands firmly gripped his neck, squeezing with a force that nearly suffocated him. But soon, this choking sensation, combined with the lingering afterglow of intimacy, was replaced by an intensely pleasurable and indescribable thrill.
“Does it feel good? Doesn’t it feel like the smoke from your cigarette, dreamlike and addictive?”
Those soft pink lips whispered teasingly around his eardrums, inexplicably relaxing his nerves.
Du Yueze was slightly lost in thought. His dark eyes turned to the woman so close to him. He suddenly felt that the smiling face before him carried a fleeting seduction and a malevolence like a vengeful ghost. “You…”
Lu Zhiyu fiercely and tightly gripped Du Yueze’s neck, the force gradually intensifying. Du Yueze’s face slowly turned purple, and the veins in his neck bulged.
The bodyguards swarmed forward, grabbing Lu Zhiyu’s arms and pressing her to the ground.
Lu Zhiyu feigned panic and helplessness. Her expression, buried in her hair as she looked down, was unreadable. This man was nearly choked to death by her, yet he still looked like he was enjoying it. He got off too easily. She should have viciously kicked his crotch a few more times. Even if it didn’t cripple him, it should have at least half-crippled him to make it worthwhile.
Du Yueze said, “Let her go.”
The bodyguards immediately retreated to the sides as soon as he spoke.
Lu Zhiyu inwardly scoffed, while her face remained fragile and terrified.
Du Yueze took out another cigarette and lit it. He walked up to Lu Zhiyu and said, “Do you know why I don’t touch you?”
Lu Zhiyu inwardly scoffed again. Who knows what that pervert is thinking?
Du Yueze exhaled a puff of smoke and coldly said, “The documents you saw in the study were correct. I am the enemy who wiped out your entire family, and you are also the daughter of my enemy. Lu Zhiyu, I will uphold our contract and promote you, but your entire life can only be spent repaying your debt to me. You are not qualified to be the other half of my soul, my wife. Do you understand?”
Outside the main door, a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman entered. She held a briefcase and spoke softly to Du Yueze.
Du Yueze’s attention shifted from Lu Zhiyu. He took the briefcase from the foreign woman, and a hint of a smile appeared on his handsome face. “Thank Mr. Gu for me. I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight.”
As the blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman spoke, she seemed to make eye contact with Du Yueze and flirted with him. An ambiguous atmosphere hung between them, their gazes lingering, until Du Yueze dismissed her, and she reluctantly departed.
Lu Zhiyu twitched her lips in exasperation. Her arm was suddenly pulled. She looked back and saw Lu Yuan holding a set of clean clothes, her expression somewhat blank.
“Mr. Du has signed you up for an idol selection competition. This is your schedule, Sister Zhiyu. Go take a shower first.”
Scalding hot water poured from the showerhead. Lu Zhiyu washed the shampoo from her long hair. Her cheeks still felt a slight ache. Thinking of the disgusting experience she had just endured, her throat churned, and she felt the urge to retch.
Lu Zhiyu had boyfriends during her innocent school days, but their interactions were limited to pure acts like holding hands and kissing. When she recalled Du Yueze’s perfect male body encasing that naive girl, doing something more heinous than even animals, a bitter sourness rose in her throat. Suddenly, in that instant, she lost all feeling for men, even developing a sense of disgust.
She turned off the faucet and wiped the water from her body. Lu Zhiyu stood in front of the mirror, examining herself. It was indeed her original appearance. The ghost makeup must have disappeared the moment she stepped out of the Yin-Yang Station. Her face was bare, without any trace of makeup.
Lu Zhiyu walked out of the bathroom. Lu Yuan, wearing casual clothes, was sprawled on the bed, swinging her legs. She held a stack of pinned documents in her hand, a lollipop in her mouth. Hearing the movement, she turned her head towards Lu Zhiyu. “You’re done showering. This is the show’s flow, and your self-introduction you need to say, and the persona you need to project for the stage effect. I’ve organized it all for you.”
“The agent should just do these things.”
Lu Zhiyu, dressed in her bathrobe, sat on the edge of the bed and took the documents from Lu Yuan’s hand. She had only flipped through a few pages when her cheek was suddenly pinched hard. She looked up. The surprisingly young girl in her eyes took the lollipop out of her mouth, her still baby-fat face puffed out with anger.
Lu Yuan glared at Lu Zhiyu in dissatisfaction, licked her lollipop, and said, “Sister Zhiyu, did you forget? I am your agent. Brother Du promised me that as long as I obediently listen to him, I won’t have to worry about my education and he’ll send me to study abroad. My parents can also receive a large sum of money every year. My grades were already bad, I couldn’t get into university, and my parents’ expenses are high, so they’re hoping I’ll work here for life. I think it’s pretty good too. Being with someone I like and seeing him often, it’s actually quite happy.”
Lu Zhiyu listened to Lu Yuan’s words, rendered speechless by her distorted worldview. But she still followed along, against her true feelings, saying: “You’re right. Anyway, just live as comfortably as possible. Since you’re happy, then so be it. As long as you make a profit and don’t lose anything.”
“Sister Zhiyu, you’re quite interesting. You never used to say that.”
Lu Yuan suddenly leaned forward and licked Lu Zhiyu’s cheek. The sweet orange scent flowed stickily and coolly onto her skin.
Lu Zhiyu was startled. She was about to untie her bathrobe and change clothes. She glanced at Lu Yuan with a look as if seeing a madwoman. “What are you doing? Are you toxic? You scared me, you know?”
Lu Yuan said, “Nothing. Brother Du said to help you relieve your emotions, and don’t we do this often?”
Lu Zhiyu wanted to ask what “this” was, but before she could, Lu Yuan pushed her onto the bed. Her lips were suddenly forcibly kissed. Her bathrobe was pulled open, and something slickly slid around, making her shiver.
Lu Yuan, with a serious expression, closed her eyes and kissed all over Lu Zhiyu’s cheek. Her hands left Lu Zhiyu’s body, then pressed onto her temples, gently massaging them. It actually felt quite comfortable…
What was going on?
Lu Zhiyu only felt another wave of nausea and discomfort gradually rising from within her. She pushed Lu Yuan away, grabbing her wrist. Facing Lu Yuan’s bewildered expression from being pushed, she furiously said, “Why aren’t you studying hard and getting into a good university? Who taught you all this? Who helps people relieve their emotions like this?”
It must have been that scoundrel Du Yueze who misguided this girl. How could she, at such a young age, have such a practiced way of pleasing people?
Lu Yuan bit her lollipop and sat casually to the side, saying, “Brother Du told me this was the way he designated to help you relieve your emotions, so I just did as I was told.”
Her eyes, filled with schadenfreude, looked at Lu Zhiyu. “Du Yueze would rather touch me than touch you, cousin. I grew up under your shadow, you golden child. Now it seems, you’re nothing special after all.”
Lu Yuan was already hopelessly corrupted by Du Yueze. There was no need for Lu Zhiyu to waste words on someone who had willingly fallen so low.
Perhaps Du Yueze just wanted to use Lu Yuan to deliberately disgust her, letting this naive little girl be her agent. He definitely wanted to use Lu Yuan to monitor her, and a girl of this age was simple-minded and impulsive, very easy to control.
In short, there was no need to argue with a child.
Lu Zhiyu’s anger subsided as she came to this realization. Her face regained its composure. She shook off Lu Yuan’s hand, walked into the bathroom, calmly took off her bathrobe, and put on the trainee’s outfit.
According to the age in the game, this body of hers was probably only twenty-one. Her figure was well-proportioned, with perfect waist-to-hip curves, slender limbs, and a face full of collagen. Wearing the punk-style short top and skirt of a girl group trainee, a vibrant youthful energy radiated from her in the mirror.