Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine - Chapter 65.1

When they first started playing the murder mystery game, Pei Yujiang had wondered if Yu Zhiwan might be a bit reserved. But as it turned out, Yu Zhiwan was far more uninhibited than she had imagined.

The dark room made the figures before them appear hazy. A gentle, low voice sounded right beside her, almost whispering into her ear. Pei Yujiang could feel the Omega’s breath brushing against her earlobe, warm and damp as it swept into her ear canal.

In the darkness, every sensation was amplified infinitely. Pei Yujiang felt as though she were experiencing what it was like to be blind completely different from normal. Even the soft press of fingertips against the back of her hand was vividly clear, smooth and silky, like cotton soaked in milk.

Her heart pounded like a drum. Though she knew this was just part of the script, with Yu Zhiwan merely playing her role to perfection, Pei Yujiang couldn’t help but think to herself:

She’s really good at this.

If it were someone less resolute, they’d probably be completely swept away by now. No wonder some strategy guides mentioned how players in emotional murder mystery scenarios often ended up genuinely falling for their partners, unable to snap out of it even after the game ended.

A temptress like this could easily charm anyone, couldn’t she?

But this particular script allowed for a lot of improvisation it was a special mode created by the venue.

Pei Yujiang quickly gathered her emotions, summoning what little acting ability she had, and leaned in close to the woman’s ear, mimicking the same breathy whisper. She exhaled carefully, trying to tilt her head to observe Yu Zhiwan’s expression, but accidentally bumped cheeks with the Omega instead.

In the dark, their noses collided, the slight sting of pain overshadowed by the faint scent of roses wafting from the woman.

The Omega’s pheromones were intoxicating. Even without intentionally releasing them, their proximity overwhelmed Pei Yujiang’s senses. She couldn’t undo the rope around her wrists the DM had tied it with a slipknot, but one that required brute force rather than finesse to loosen.

Recalling her character’s persona, Pei Yujiang put on a pitiful expression in the darkness, softening her voice. After all, if she was going to beg, she had to commit to it.

“Jiejie, please let me go. I’ll tell you everything.”

Yu Zhiwan deliberately made it difficult for her:

“How exactly are you going to beg?”

Pei Yujiang twisted her wrists.

“Untie me, and I’ll tell you.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

The Omega raised a hand, gripping the slipknot around her wrist and slowly rubbing it between her fingers, until it tightened into a dead knot. Now, even if she struggled, she wouldn’t be able to break free.

Yu Zhiwan’s slender arm trailed down the ribbon before resting atop Pei Yujiang’s head, fingers kneading gently. Pei Yujiang could feel the woman’s fingers threading through her long hair, stroking back and forth over her scalp.

Her hair was soft, silky, and voluminous well-maintained. Yu Zhiwan’s fingers glided slowly through the strands, combing lightly like a fine-toothed brush. But the delicate press of fingertips against her scalp sent tingles through her, making her breath hitch involuntarily.

In the darkness, Pei Yujiang could clearly see those beautiful almond-shaped eyes very close to her. She silently thanked the darkness countless times for hiding the blush on her cheeks from Yu Zhiwan. Gradually regulating her breathing back to normal, she didn’t want the Omega to notice her current agitation.

“But I really don’t know where your brother went.”

With her breathing stabilized, Pei Yujiang tilted her neck to adjust into a more comfortable position. The moment she finished speaking, Yu Zhiwan seemed to lose interest in the conversation. Brushing off nonexistent dust from her clothes, she turned her wheelchair away:

“Fine. Then you can stay here alone and think carefully.”

“No!”

According to the script, the character she played Yingying was supposed to work with another person. This was free time in the game, and she needed to stall Yu Zhiwan to prevent her from finding evidence related to her brother.

Pei Yujiang wasn’t sure if the other player had found and hidden the clues about “Luo Yang’s brother” yet. If the clever Yu Zhiwan got her hands on them, their team would be at a severe disadvantage.

Pei Yujiang immediately shouted: “I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Come back!”

Yu Zhiwan, who hadn’t actually intended to leave, wheeled back with an amused smile, “finding her way” in the dark. She waited for Pei Yujiang to speak, but Pei Yujiang was busy scheming how to deceive her. After much deliberation, she wasn’t confident her acting could fool this sharp woman.

Yu Zhiwan was always intelligent scripted murder mystery games would be no exception. She wasn’t the type to fall for tricks easily.

By the faint natural light from the skylight, Pei Yujiang could vaguely make out the contours of Yu Zhiwan’s face. That morning, she had worn an ear cuff, one Pei Yujiang had helped put on herself.

Steeling herself, Pei Yujiang said: “Come closer. This is a secret, I can only tell you.”

The Omega, currently in control, leaned forward slowly. Pei Yujiang gauged the distance and, the moment Yu Zhiwan was within range, suddenly lunged forward without warning!

Yu Zhiwan instinctively caught her. Simultaneously, Pei Yujiang captured Yu Zhiwan’s earlobe between her lips, biting the edge of the ear cuff to pull it off.

Yu Zhiwan didn’t have pierced ears, so the cuff came off easily without pain. With fluid, practiced motions, Pei Yujiang used her core strength to spring up. Finding the thinnest part of the ribbon binding her, she used the sharp edge of the ear cuff to slice through it.

The ribbon tore with a soft rip. Pei Yujiang twisted free and swiftly undid the plastic shackles on her ankles, the tables had turned in an instant.

She pulled Yu Zhiwan and the wheelchair toward her, blocking the escape route with a well-placed leg. Soon, she heard the Omega’s exasperated protest:

“That’s cheating!”

Pei Yujiang spread her hands innocently: “The rules never said Yingying couldn’t use skills to break free from restraints.”

Yu Zhiwan: “…”

She couldn’t blame Pei Yujiang for being reckless. Before attempting any risky moves, Pei Yujiang always calculated carefully never acting impulsively or putting her in harm’s way.

When the other person nipped at her like a puppy, their moist tongue accidentally brushed against her earlobe. Though it was just a fleeting graze, it sent electric currents coursing through her body, leaving Yu Zhiwan half-melted in her seat as she instinctively held her breath.

Having succeeded in her scheme, Pei Yujiang laughed heartily.

During the first round of free time, Yu Zhiwan had been firmly trapped in the small dark room with her for over ten minutes. It wasn’t until the DM came to call for them that Pei Yujiang cheerfully pushed them both out.

The DM had long taken in the scenes unfolding in each room. This scenario was semi-open-ended, relying on the players’ actions to prompt the DM’s improvisation, a true test of the DM’s on-the-spot skills.

When summarizing Yingying and Luo Yang’s actions, the DM recalled Pei Yujiang’s deft movements in the darkness. Though the surveillance footage couldn’t clearly show how she managed to untie the ribbons, the DM stifled a laugh and said:

“Miss Luo Yang took the initiative to speak with Yingying, hoping to uncover clues about her brother’s whereabouts. Little did she expect Yingying to turn the tables, trapping them both in the small dark room where she was being held.”

“The Luo family, growing impatient with Luo Yang’s absence, sent people to search for her. Sitting in the dark room, assaulted by the sour, musty scent of straw, Luo Yang could bear it no longer and decided to escape. Please roll the dice to determine your mobility for this round.”

Yu Zhiwan casually grabbed the dice and shook them, rolling a 6 and a 1.

DM: “Yingying, please roll for your perception check.”

Pei Yujiang rolled the dice, landing a 4 and a 2.

Yu Zhiwan won. She could choose to escape, attempt to search Yingying for a keepsake, or devise her own course of action so long as it followed logical progression.

The DM asked, “Miss Luo Yang, will you flee?”

Yu Zhiwan: “No. I’m going to share a night of passion with her.”

DM: “…”

Pei Yujiang: “?”

Others: “???”

Holding the Braille script custom-made for her, Yu Zhiwan patiently explained her reasoning:

“Yingying just showed clear interest in me, which means she isn’t opposed to women. I’m going to seduce her.”

This DM had run many scenarios before, but this was the first time they’d encountered players taking things in this direction. While this highly open-ended scenario had seen its share of playful antics some drawing turtles on Yingying’s face, others beating her up, or Yingying demanding to torment Luo Yang, what kind of request was “a night of passion”?

But according to Yu Zhiwan’s logic, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

The DM quickly drafted a mental outline and nodded.

“Alright, then roll for it.”

Before starting, the DM had introduced the flexible, script-independent mechanics, distributing a stat sheet with numerical values for attributes like stamina, endurance, charm, and mobility inspired by tabletop RPGs but simplified.

Yu Zhiwan had invested heavily in charm, easily passing the check and successfully bedding Yingying in the scenario.

While Yingying dozed, Luo Yang slipped off her shoes, tiptoed to the door, and painstakingly lifted the latch. Moving silently, she stepped out of the dark room.

She was injured and knew all too well that Yingying had set this trap for her, leaving her both humiliated and filled with regret.

Pei Yujiang listened as the DM finished reciting the lines, then provocatively “hmph”-ed at Yu Zhiwan.

After the incident at the fireworks gate, the crowd here had gradually thinned, no longer as bustling as before. The headliner Yingying was said to have offended some powerful figure and disappeared overnight, as if erased from the fireworks gate without a trace. The pleasure-seeking scions of wealthy families still came and went, but Yingying’s name was never mentioned again.

Upon returning home that day, Luo Yang was severely reprimanded and confined to her room for a full month to reflect on her actions.

The Luo family had strict rules for women. Initially, Luo Yang hadn’t told her family about her visits to the fireworks gate, instead having her servants pretend to escort her to the national library for study every day. Who would have thought she’d go to such a place?

When her confinement ended and she stepped outside, Luo Yang found the city drastically changed.

In the depths of winter, heavy snow fell as she walked through the streets of Huacheng. Snow sweepers hurried past, and though she wore a thick fox-fur coat, her heart felt hollow. There was still no news of her brother, and her family refused to share even a whisper of information with her.

Newspaper vendors were no longer a common sight, the wonton sellers’ cries had faded, and though the trams still moved leisurely along their tracks, Huacheng had lost much of its liveliness and bustle. During her time at home, Luo Yang had occasionally heard gunshots pierce the quiet of the night.

Huacheng was changing, but this sense of being kept in the dark unsettled her, as if she alone was shrouded in fog.

Life resumed as usual afterward, except that she couldn’t shake the feeling that her family’s gazes held something unspoken. Then one day, she overheard her parents and uncle discussing her marriage.

An ordinary girl might have shyly hidden away upon hearing such talk, but Luo Yang was no ordinary woman. She quietly moved closer to listen only to discover they intended to marry her off to a nearly sixty-year-old widower.

The old man held a high position of power. Had he been decades younger, he would have been an ideal match for an alliance. But with such an age gap, he could have been her grandfather wasn’t this simply offering her as a gift?

Luo Yang’s heart turned to ice. Reason barely restrained her surging anger, keeping her from storming in to confront them.

Some time later, her brother returned, limping badly. The family was overjoyed and showered him with concern for the hardships he’d endured those months away. When he learned of Luo Yang’s impending marriage to the old man, he flew into a rage and argued fiercely with their family. Though the family had always valued their eldest son, this time they refused to budge.

During the second round of free activities, Yingying was called away by another dancer from the fireworks gate.

Dancers at the fireworks gate had no rights, especially those without background or connections. After their fleeting glory, they knew their fate. This one had learned she was to be given as a concubine to a temperamental military officer. Desperate, she reached out to Yingying, begging to be taken away anywhere would be better than a future of torment and humiliation.

But this would burden Yingying’s subsequent actions, causing her mobility stats to be penalized.

Pei Yujiang looked at the female player’s pitiful expression and nodded in agreement. The player excitedly grabbed her hand and shook it:

“You’re so sweet, sis!”

Pei Yujiang pressed her lips together and gave her a friendly smile.

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