[GL] I'm Just A Side Character... So Why Is The Heroine Chasing Me?!-Chapter 19: It’s not what it looks like!

Lan Yue’s eyes darted around in panic, searching for the two of them.

"You and I are going to have a good time together. You’ll be my wife soon anyway. Might as well have a little fun first." She heard a sleazy voice.

Lan Yue spun around.

She saw a fat man dragging Zhao Lingxi into a room. Zhao Lingxi struggled, but the man was strong and shameless. He shoved her inside—

BANG!

The door slammed shut.

Lan Yue rushed over and grabbed the handle.

Locked.

"Fuck!" she cursed, kicking the door hard. "Open the damn door!"

Where was the male lead right now?! In the story, he was supposed to appear and save the heroine at a critical moment!

Inside the room, she heard dull thuds... and muffled sounds.

Lan Yue’s face went pale.

No. No, no, no...

Her heart hammered like it was trying to break out of her chest. If she ran to get help now... it would be too late. Zhao Lingxi would be—

Anger exploded inside her.

Lan Yue grabbed the nearest table and slammed it into the door with a shout.

Her space ability was basically useless right now. For some unknown reason, it had dropped back to Level 1. She couldn’t teleport, couldn’t cut space, couldn’t slip inside. With this weak body, she was just a normal girl.

"Just open!" she yelled, smashing again and again.

The table cracked.

Then shattered.

Wood splintered everywhere. Her palms and fingers got stabbed and scraped. Blood appeared in thin lines. Her arms went numb from the impact.

She threw the broken table aside, breathing hard.

Then she heard a shout from inside.

"Stop moving!"

Lan Yue’s blood ran cold.

She lunged forward and slammed her shoulder into the door.

"HAA!"

It didn’t budge.

Instead, she bounced back, her shoes sliding on the smooth stone floor. She slipped and fell hard on her butt.

"Damn it!" she hissed, slapping her thigh in frustration.

She forced herself up and looked around wildly.

Anything. Anything that could break the lock.

Her eyes landed on a small wooden stool.

Lan Yue staggered over, grabbed it, and took a deep breath. She squared her shoulders, glaring at the door like it was her enemy.

Her grip tightened around the stool.

"It’s now or never," she muttered.

With a loud yell, she charged.

The stool smashed into the door—

And the door suddenly swung open, like someone had unlocked it from inside.

"Huh?!"

Lan Yue flew forward with all her strength. There was no resistance, no stopping her.

She stumbled over the threshold—

THUD!

She crashed into the room and flipped onto her back, legs up in the air. Her skirt flipped awkwardly. Her hair sprawled out around her like a mess.

Silence.

Lan Yue stayed frozen on the floor for a few seconds, then slowly lowered her legs and pushed herself up with her forearms.

But the moment she looked up...

She froze.

The fat man was in the corner.

No—he wasn’t just "in the corner."

He looked like he’d been thrown there.

His body was curled up like a broken sack, shaking and barely moving. One eye was swollen shut. The other was half-open and unfocused. His cheeks were bruised purple and black, and blood ran from his nose and mouth, dripping down his chin onto his clothes.

His robe was ripped. There were clear footprints on his chest and stomach, like someone had kicked him over and over. The floor near him was stained red.

Lan Yue couldn’t even tell if he was alive.

He looked half-dead.

On the bed, Zhao Lingxi sat there, breathing heavily.

Her hair was messy, her eyes unfocused, like she was fighting something inside herself. Her lips were slightly parted, and her whole body looked tense.

Lan Yue swallowed and stepped closer.

"Mi... Mistress?" she called softly, voice shaking. "Can you hear me?"

Zhao Lingxi’s eyes slowly turned toward her.

For one second, she looked confused.

Then, in the next second—

Her expression turned fierce.

Zhao Lingxi grabbed Lan Yue’s wrist and yanked her forward. Lan Yue didn’t even have time to react before she was dragged onto the bed.

Zhao Lingxi pinned her down.

Lan Yue’s back hit the mattress, and her breath caught.

Then Zhao Lingxi leaned down and sniffed her neck—like an animal checking its prey.

Lan Yue’s scalp went numb.

"What are you doing?!" she blurted out.

Zhao Lingxi’s hand shot up and clamped around her throat.

"Who are you?" Zhao Lingxi asked, voice cold and rough.

Her fingers tightened.

Air disappeared.

Lan Yue’s eyes widened. She clawed at Zhao Lingxi’s wrist, trying to breathe.

"M-Mistress... it’s me..." she choked. "Your servant... Lan Yue!"

But Zhao Lingxi didn’t relax.

Her eyes turned even colder, and her grip tightened more.

"Traitor," Zhao Lingxi whispered. "Must eliminate traitor..."

Lan Yue’s face started turning blue. Spots danced in her vision.

Wait—what?!

How did Zhao Lingxi know? In the plot, Zhao Lingxi only found out about Lan Yue’s betrayal in her second life. In the first life, she only suspected—

Did I remember wrong?!

Her mind spun. She struggled harder, arms shaking, but Zhao Lingxi was terrifyingly strong right now.

At the edge of her vision, she saw the fat man in the corner again.

And suddenly, a memory clicked into place.

This man...

He wasn’t really old. He was young, just fat, with a face that looked older than it should.

Shen Yiming.

The man Zhao Lingxi’s father arranged for her to marry.

Lan Yue’s thoughts snapped with disbelief.

That general really hated his daughter so much he’d throw her to this... pig?

Then her chest tightened again.

Wait—why am I even thinking about this?!

I’m about to die!

Her hands clawed at Zhao Lingxi’s wrists, but it was useless. The strength crushing her throat felt inhuman, like iron bands tightening around her neck.

Her vision blurred at the edges.

Black spots swam before her eyes.

"M–Mistress... Please don’t do this... I will never betray you... Ever" Lan Yue choked, her voice barely a breath.

Her pupils were dilated, her breathing uneven and sharp, as if she were holding back a storm inside her chest. And Lan Yue could see the intense hatred in her eyes... Oh she was so dead...

She could feel her consciousness slowly slipping away... She closed her eyes. Goodbye cruel world... Next time please at least let me reincarnate as the second female lead...

Her grip trembled.

A faint gasp escaped from Zhao Lingxi making Lan Yue open one eye.

Her brows furrowed deeply as if she were struggling against something invisible. The hand around Lan Yue’s throat loosened for half a second... then tightened again—only this time, it lacked strength.

Zhao Lingxi swayed.

Her breathing became erratic, chest rising too fast, too shallow.

"Mm..." Zhao Lingxi groaned, her body shuddering. She pressed one hand to her own chest as if in pain, eyes unfocused.

Lan Yue felt the pressure suddenly ease.

She sucked in a sharp, burning breath, coughing violently.

Zhao Lingxi tried to straighten, but her legs buckled.

Her entire body trembled as if her inner energy had turned against her.

The drug.

It was finally tearing through her system.

Her eyes rolled slightly, and before she could even utter a sound, her body gave out.

Thud.

She collapsed forward, falling squarely on top on Lan Yue and remained motionless.

Lan Yue did not dare move in fear of provoking the heroine again. She struggled to suppress her coughs, her throat throbbed painfully with each breath. Tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

She stared at the motionless Zhao Lingxi.

"...Holy shit," Lan Yue whispered hoarsely.

So that’s what it does...

A slow-acting poison that tore apart spiritual control, rendering the victim powerless, knocking them completely unconscious. If that fat old man...Shen Yiming had succeeded damn...

But if it hadn’t activated now...

She swallowed hard.

She would already be dead.

And Zhao Lingxi...

She was far more terrifying than Lan Yue had imagined.

Lan Yue hesitated, lifting her hands to push Zhao Lingxi away but Zhao Lingxi suddenly caught her wrist.

Their eyes met.

Cold. Empty. Yet burning with something Lan Yue couldn’t understand.

Her breath hitched.

How is she still awake?!

The room fell into an awkward, suffocating silence.

Zhao Lingxi swayed slightly, then let out a soft hiccup. Her free hand drifted upward, brushing over Lan Yue’s cheek, tracing the line of her jaw, then sliding down her neck with an almost curious slowness. She gently pinched Lan Yue’s nose, tilting her head as if examining a strange creature.

"M-Mistress... what are you doing?" Lan Yue whispered, heart racing.

Zhao Lingxi didn’t answer.

Instead, she tugged lightly at Lan Yue’s earlobe, her unfocused gaze never leaving her face.

Something was very, very wrong.

Zhao Lingxi didn’t reply at all.

Her eyes were unfocused, glassy, like she was looking through Lan Yue instead of at her. Her breathing was too fast, too rough—almost like she’d just run for her life. There was a strange heat rolling off her skin.

Then her hand slid down Lan Yue’s body.

Not an accident. Not a brush.

It was deliberate—slow at first, then impatient—until her fingers reached Lan Yue’s chest. She shoved inside Lan Yue’s clothes and grabbed her breast fully, squeezed hard.

Lan Yue’s brain went blank.

A second later, she jerked hard, letting out a sharp, embarrassed squeal.

"Eek!"

Zhao Lingxi’s grip tightened.

Lan Yue’s face burned red all the way to her ears. "Mi... mi... mistress... th-that... that’s... that’s harassment!"

Her voice cracked on the last word. She couldn’t even believe she was saying it out loud.

She tried to pull away, but Zhao Lingxi was heavier and stronger than she looked, and Lan Yue’s body, this weak, pathetic body—couldn’t compete. The mattress dipped under them, making it even harder to twist free. Lan Yue’s wrists slid against the sheets, her shoulders straining.

"Mistress, snap out of it!" Lan Yue pleaded, breath coming out in short bursts. "You’re not thinking straight!"

She’d seen this kind of scene in novelkisss before make leads, losing contol, dominating the female lead. But she definitely never thought the heroine would be the one doing it!

What the fuck is wrong with this world?!

Zhao Lingxi looked displeased with Lan Yue’s futile attempts to escape. She yanked her hand out of Lan Yue’s clothes, then grabbed both of Lan Yue’s wrists in one move and slammed them above her head.

Lan Yue hissed.

"Stay still," Zhao Lingxi ordered, voice low and harsh.

Lan Yue’s stomach dropped.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t just anger or embarrassment. Zhao Lingxi looked... wrong. Too hot. Too tense. Like she was trapped in her own body. Her pupils were slightly dilated, and her movements had that half-controlled, half-instinctive feel like a person holding onto the last thread of sanity.

Lan Yue swallowed hard, forcing her voice steady even though it shook. "Mistress... This is not right and you know it!"

Zhao Lingxi didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned down and pressed her nose to Lan Yue’s neck, inhaling deeply once, twice like she was trying to identify her by scent.

Lan Yue’s skin prickled all over. She tried to pull her neck away, but there was nowhere to go.

"Let me go!" Lan Yue blurted, almost crying now. "I’m not the male lead, ah! I’m not Mo Tian!"

Zhao Lingxi’s body pressed closer. Her cheeks were flushed.

Then Zhao Lingxi lowered her mouth to the crook of Lan Yue’s neck...

And bit down hard.

"Ah!" Lan Yue cried out, pain shooting through her.

"No...no!" Lan Yue gasped, voice breaking. "This isn’t... this isn’t how my second life is supposed to go..."

Her thoughts were a complete mess. One second she was furious, the next she was scared, and then worse she was terrified someone would walk in and misunderstand everything.

And right on cue...

"What’s going on here?!"

A cold, stern female voice cut through the room.

Heavy footsteps followed, fast and sharp.

Lan Yue turned her head weakly, eyes wide...

A whole group of people had stormed in.

She saw familiar faces in the crowd—Qin Wen, Mo Tian, Zhao Ruoqing, General Zhao... and several others she didn’t recognize.

The room went dead silence.

Everyone just stood there, frozen, staring at the scene.

The fat man was still crumpled in the corner, unconscious, covered in blood and bruises.

And on the bed...

Two women.

Limbs tangled.

Zhao Lingxi still on top of her, still biting her neck like a dog that had finally found its favorite chew toy.

Lan Yue’s soul practically left her body.

She could almost hear a crow cawing somewhere in the distance.

"It’s... it’s not what it looks like!"