The Rise of the Imperial Female Supporting Character (GL) - Chapter 4

Now that her biggest worry had been dealt with, Siling felt like jumping for joy—though she had the spirit, her body remained stubbornly uncooperative.

She lay there, limp as a noodle, calculating the time. There were only three hours left until the Zerg swarm arrived. Before, she had been paralyzed with the fear that she was a dead woman walking; but now that she had secured this “golden thigh” of a bodyguard, her safety felt guaranteed. With that weight off her shoulders, her mind began to drift toward other, more immediate comforts.

She shifted slightly, grimacing as her sweat-soaked clothes clung to her skin. It was unbearable.

She looked up at the guard. “I want to bathe. Carry me to the bathroom.”

Helian Yunxi: “…”

Bathroom play? she wondered. Isn’t this moving a bit too fast?

Helian took a few deep breaths to steady her racing heart before blinking back to reality. “As you wish, Princess,” she replied, her voice remarkably level.

She stepped forward and scooped Siling up from the bed. As she turned toward the bathroom, the direct physical contact caused the scent of Siling’s pheromones to intensify, flooding Helian’s senses in the enclosed space.

Helian’s mind wavered; she felt as though a live wire had been pressed against her skin.

Siling, too, felt a strange sensation stirring within her, but she didn’t overthink it. She assumed it was just a lingering side effect of her injury—a weird, prickly feeling like tiny insects crawling over her skin. Everywhere her body touched the guard, the heat felt intense, almost searing.

Siling fidgeted in Helian’s arms. Noticing the guard looking down at her, she gave a slightly awkward laugh. “Your… your body temperature is really high.”

Helian Yunxi: “…” Please stop flirting with me.

When the guard didn’t respond, Siling felt even more self-conscious. A flush crept up her neck, and her breathing grew shallow. Desperate for a distraction, she caught a whiff of that rich aroma again.

Her body went momentarily numb, and the hair on her arms stood up. “That smell on you… it really is exactly like chocolate ice cream. Did you just eat some before you came in? It’s amazing. I want some now. Go out and get me one later, okay?”

Helian was currently using every ounce of her willpower to suppress her primal urges. Hearing what sounded like an even more direct “confession” from the Princess, she looked down and decided to play along. “Your scent is quite lovely as well,” she countered.

Internally, Helian was reeling. The Princess is surprisingly bold, she thought. But I suppose that’s a good thing. It means we’ll be very “compatible” in bed. Our married life should be quite harmonious.

She thought of her fellow soldiers who had married Omegas. They always spoke of their spouses with a mix of love and frustration—complaining that their Omegas were “made of water,” crying if things got even a little bit rough or intense.

In her circle, the only couple who seemed to have a truly “adventurous” dynamic were two people she’d met through the interstellar mecha combat simulators: “Pirate Weize” and “Closet Otaku Ji.” They were famous on the secure networks for their public displays of affection and their highly “synchronized” private lives, which usually left the single Alphas in the chat grinding their teeth in envy.

Recalling some of the more… descriptive stories they had shared about their various “encounters” gave Helian some sudden, vivid inspiration.

Siling had no idea what was going through the guard’s head. Seeing Helian’s grave, focused expression, she assumed the woman was contemplating some heavy military matter. Not wanting to be a nuisance, she stayed quiet and tried to ignore the weird heat in her body.

She grumbled internally: This Princess’s constitution is pathetic. No wonder the book described her as “easy to push over.”

The two of them were on completely different wavelengths, yet as they entered the bathroom, their expressions were oddly synchronized: both looked expectant and satisfied.

Siling was excited because she could finally wash away the grime. Helian, however, was “excited” in a much more predatory sense. Her mind was currently replaying the “bathroom scenes” described by her online friends, and her eyes were beginning to take on a faint, hungry glow.

She looked down at the flushed, rosy princess in her arms, and her restraint began to fray at the edges.

Fortunately, once they reached the tub, Siling didn’t ask for help with the actual scrubbing. She simply waved her hand, dismissing the guard. Helian beat a hasty retreat, unsure if she could have kept her hands to herself for a second longer.

Once the door clicked shut, Siling stripped and sank into the warm water with a sigh of pure relief.

Though she lacked physical strength, the technology of the era made up for it. With a few taps on the control panel, the bathtub’s automated jets took over, efficiently rinsing away the sweat and massaging her aching muscles. It was so heavenly that Siling considered never leaving the tub.

But remembering she had a crisis to manage, she reluctantly stood up and wrapped herself in a plush towel. She figured it didn’t matter much—there were no men around, and her guard was a woman. Back in her university dorm, she used to walk around in her pajamas all the time after a shower.

Siling stepped back into the main room, still swaddled in the towel. Seeing the guard sitting in a chair, she offered a bright, cheerful smile. “I’m going to find some fresh clothes. Wait for me here—once I’m dressed, I want you to take me for a walk around the ship.”

Helian Yunxi: “…” Is this a date?

Helian was just about to say, “As you wish, Princess,” when Siling—with the casual unselfconsciousness of a modern student—dropped the towel and began to dress with her back turned.

That was the final straw. Helian’s restraint snapped. She stood up and began to walk, slow and deliberate, toward Siling.

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