What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH112-114

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Chapter 112: Seduced a Few Losers

“You want to leave? You’ll have to ask our vice-captain for permission first!”

“Exactly! Where did this woman even come from, causing such a fuss here?!”

Pei Xiqing stared at them without an ounce of shame. With just the bandages tightly wrapped around her chest, she looked no different from a woman wearing a modern bikini. Her face, however, was filled with irritation. “You’re not going to let me go?”

Pei Yanting stepped forward. “Xiao Yue hasn’t returned yet, so I can’t let you leave. If those people manage to kidnap him, you are our only bargaining chip.”

Pei Xiqing ignored her, turning around to walk out.

As expected, her path was immediately blocked.

She bared her two sharp fangs, fully prepared to bite without hesitation. If I just bite them to death and turn them into zombies, I should be able to leave, right?

But the protagonists of this world were never that easy to deal with. With Pei Yanting standing right here, did she really have the ability to shake off the protagonist’s protective plot armor?

Pei Yanting raised her gun, aiming it steadily. “We’re going to find Xiao Yue and you are going to talk to him first. Otherwise, I will kill you right now and leave you with no chances at all.”

Pei Xiqing gritted her teeth. A protagonist is a protagonist. There was nothing she could do to avoid being taken away like this. For the first time, she truly hated her role as a mere supporting female character.

After a while, someone suddenly ran over, shouting excitedly, “Found him! In the pile of zombies up ahead! We found Captain Xiao!”

Pei Yanting immediately took the lead, gesturing for her people to follow. “Keep an eye on her,” she ordered, glancing back at Pei Xiqing.

Forced back into the corner, Pei Xiqing sat down. Staring at the crackling bonfire, she silently plotted how to take down the men guarding her. She did a quick headcount—there were more than twenty of them, and every single one was an ability user.

She slowly closed her eyes. I just hope Duan Xiaolin and the others don’t wait for me. They need to leave early. She could always find another chance to escape later; it wouldn’t be too late.

Several men from the S1 team were among her guards. Recognizing Pei Xiqing, one of them stepped up and stood directly in front of her. “Hey, Pei Xiqing, you little vixen. You actually have the nerve to show your face here? Are you going to admit your mistakes to us brothers, or are you just going to ‘accompany’ all of us?”

Another laughed, “Oh my god, it really is that scumbag. Didn’t she turn into a zombie? Who is she even trying to seduce now?”

Pei Xiqing suddenly smiled.

“Vixen, troublemaker, scumbag… You men are so boring. You only know how to push the blame onto women. If you hadn’t been so eager to make those ‘mistakes’ back then, would I have ever succeeded? Now that everything is out in the open, it’s entirely the woman’s fault. You’re all just poor, innocent victims, right?”

“You—!”

“Shut up, Pei Xiqing! Don’t think we won’t touch you just because you’re the vice-captain’s sister!”

“Then why don’t you try it?” Pei Xiqing gritted her teeth and lunged forward, snapping her jaws as if to bite him.

The man scrambled backward, visibly spooked. “Ahhh! Is she a zombie?!”

“Nonsense, how could that be possible?” another scoffed. “If she were, why wouldn’t there be any corpse spots on her body?”

“Right, right… Damn, she scared me to death…”

Pei Xiqing didn’t bother paying them any more attention. She simply moved closer to the fire to keep warm.

Half an hour later, Pei Yanting hurried back, leading a group of people carrying an unconscious Xiao Yue. Everyone’s expressions were incredibly grim. They quickly loaded him into a vehicle, with several other cars falling into formation behind it. Pei Xiqing was unceremoniously dragged into one of the cars by Pei Yanting.

Pei Xiqing secretly glanced at Xiao Yue, who lay unconscious in the back seat with foam bubbling from his mouth, and she couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. What on earth happened to the mighty male protagonist? I bet he was beaten half to death by Ling Lang or Qiu Chao.

Pei Yanting’s face was dark. “There’s a safe zone ahead—an abandoned city. Drive straight in. Xiao Yue is seriously injured; his life is in danger.”

If she hadn’t rushed to give him a cardiac shield and a dose of antidote, Xiao Yue would have been tortured to death in that pile of zombies. His skin had literally begun to peel away, exposing the raw flesh beneath his clothes in a way that made it impossible for his natural healing to take effect.

Just who had dealt him such a cruel, devastating blow? She had no idea.

Xiao Yue’s struggles had nothing to do with Pei Xiqing. Earlier, when they had passed by the zombie pile, she had managed to strip some clothes off a corpse and put them on. It was a men’s outfit—far too big and baggy—but she would much rather wear a dead man’s clothes than accept anything from the men in this team.

When the car finally stopped, her stomach was churning with nausea. Pei Yanting ordered her out.

They had arrived in a city. It was completely dilapidated, but it still carried the distinct scent of the living.

It looked like an abandoned urban zone that had once been ransacked by zombies, now occupied by the S1 unit and a few rogue survivor teams as a makeshift stronghold. There were quite a few people living here. Clothes hung haphazardly across the doorways, and various daily necessities were piled up everywhere. The roofs and walls of the surrounding buildings were patched with scraps and tatters, leaving them prone to leaking whenever it rained.

As Pei Xiqing appeared, countless eyes from both sides of the street locked onto her.

She casually gathered her soft, long hair, revealing her delicate and stunning face. Ignoring their leering gazes, she turned to her sister and asked, “What on earth do you want to do with me?”

Pei Yanting pushed open one of the doors. “Xiao Yue has been poisoned. Do you know anything about it?”

Pei Xiqing walked into the room and glanced down at him.

He was twitching violently all over. His wounds were still bleeding, and he looked to be in excruciating pain.

But compared to the agonizing torment Duan Xiaolin had been forced to endure, this was far from enough. Looking at Xiao Yue, she was reminded of the criminals tortured in Franlun’s water dungeon. This was clearly a specialized punishment. She knew instantly that this was Qiu Chao’s handiwork.

It’s so incredibly satisfying.

She shrugged casually. “I’ve never seen anything like it, so no, I don’t know.”

Suddenly, one of the men next to her grabbed her shoulders and forcefully slammed her against the door. “You hesitated! You know how to save our captain, don’t you? Spit it out, or you’re never leaving here. I’ll f*ck you to death!”

Pei Xiqing locked her beautiful eyes onto his, her expression entirely unbothered. “Are you really a normal human being, saying something like that? Don’t you find yourself utterly disgusting?”

She couldn’t believe it. These were supposed to be the “righteous” protagonist’s men, yet they spoke like absolute scum. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought he was just a random bandit from the wasteland.

She could accept being tortured or killed by the protagonists for her role in the plot, but threatening her with sexual violence was far too cheap of a punishment for a supporting female character whose only “crime” was trying and failing to act like a villain by seducing a few men. She had only seduced a few spineless losers; it wasn’t like she had committed an unforgivable sin against heaven.

She sneered at the man. “Is your lower half the only thing you know how to think with? Or did Xiao Yue explicitly give you permission to act like this? So this is the true nature of his so-called ‘righteous’ team…”

Pei Yanting turned and angrily scolded the man, “Shut up! Who told you to say such things? We are not bandits or rapists! Take him outside and give him a hundred strikes with a baton!”

Pei Xiqing looked at Pei Yanting coldly. “I don’t know the cure. If you want to save him, you’ll have to rely on yourselves. Don’t bother asking me.”

Pei Yanting’s face paled, but her resolve held. “Even so, you can’t leave.”

“Does it really have to be this way?” Pei Xiqing sighed.

“I will deal with you after Xiao Yue wakes up,” Pei Yanting said strictly. “For the next few days, you will stay here and you will not cause any trouble for me. And stop provoking those men, or I won’t be able to protect you.”

Pei Xiqing’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“You people are so annoying,” she muttered.

She cast one last, indifferent glance at Xiao Yue’s twitching body. The male protagonist might as well just die.

Chapter 113: Testing

Xiao Yue’s condition deteriorated day by day. The lights in the stronghold’s main house burned all night long. Pei Yanting dragged in a constant stream of self-proclaimed medics and professionals, but for three consecutive days, no one could solve the problem. Almost everyone who walked through those doors came out hanging their heads in defeat.

Panic spread through the camp. Inside and outside the stronghold, people couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.

“I mean, can Captain Xiao actually pull through? Didn’t he promise us a safe haven? Is that even possible anymore?”

“I’ve been wondering the exact same thing.”

“If we can’t hold out here much longer, what’s our move? Are there any established bases willing to take us in?”

“Hard to say. But the Vice-Captain is still holding things together. We should trust her a little longer.”

“Trust her? I don’t have time to waste on trust. The zombie tide out there is too fierce. If Xiao Yue doesn’t wake up soon, I’m packing my bags and running to that newly opened settlement next door.”

…

Pei Xiqing sat on the second-floor balcony, soaking in the harsh, uncomfortable sunlight, listening to their heated discussions with utter indifference.

The people below were gathered on the main street, their voices drifting up easily.

The weather over the past few days had been awful. It could only be described as terrible.

She used to enjoy basking in the sun back at Base Three because the fortress had environmental protection measures. The sunlight filtering through the canopies had been regulated, making it feel particularly warm and comfortable. But this place was just a ruined village sitting exposed in the wilderness. When the weather turned, brutal storms and heavy rain battered the buildings. Now that the rain had finally stopped, she found herself eating dust and breathing polluted air almost every single day.

The environment in this makeshift village was genuinely appalling.

Even though she considered herself someone who could endure hardship, she was already sick of living here after just a few days.

Absolutely no one cleaned the latrines, and no one bothered with basic sanitation. The overwhelming stench of human waste mixed with the metallic, rotting smell of the apocalypse hung in the air everywhere, constantly making her stomach churn.

To her credit, Pei Yanting hadn’t been overly strict about providing her with basic necessities. She had sent over two sets of clean clothes—likely sewn together by the women in the village. The workmanship was incredibly rough, barely wearable, but it was better than nothing. As for food, she simply ate whatever rations the rest of the village was eating.

Other than being forbidden to leave the perimeter, she was left mostly alone. No one was stupid enough to come looking for trouble.

She was leaning idly against the balcony railing when a sudden, violent gust of wind whipped out of nowhere. It slapped against her clothes, scratched her face with grit, and whipped her long hair into a tangled mess.

Down below, the villagers immediately lost interest in their gossip and started shouting, scrambling to collect their laundry before it blew away.

Unable to tolerate the balcony any longer, Pei Xiqing turned around, closed the heavy door, and retreated into her room.

Everyone out there was losing sleep over whether Xiao Yue would survive and what their future held. She, on the other hand, just wished Xiao Yue would hurry up and die.

Unfortunately, she knew exactly how thick a male protagonist’s plot armor was. He wouldn’t die so easily. If she wasn’t careful, he might not only escape danger but actually stumble into some ridiculous blessing in disguise.

Pei Xiqing really wanted to just sneak in and feed him some rat poison to finish the job.

But she had been injured, and she certainly hadn’t packed any poison. She regretted not asking Qiu Chao for a few pointers on lethal concoctions earlier.

She wondered how Brother Duan was doing. He and Ling Lang should have broken out of the zombie tide and made their way back to headquarters by now. As long as they successfully reached the capital, everything would be fine.

She needed to find a way to send a message, just to let them know she was safe.

After resting for three days, the bite wound on her shoulder, her bruised ankle, and the other minor injuries scattered across her body had finally healed. Standing by a rickety wooden table, she forced herself to swallow two sips of unfiltered, foul-tasting water before pushing the door open to step outside.

There were guards stationed at her door, and even the windows were heavily monitored.

Seeing her step out, a burly, dark-skinned man immediately blocked her path. “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded roughly.

“Just taking a walk,” Pei Xiqing replied flatly.

“Don’t try any funny business.”

Pei Xiqing ignored his warning and kept walking.

There was absolutely nowhere for her to run anyway. This was just a small, broken-down village completely isolated from the rest of the world.

She wandered aimlessly along the dirt paths, searching for any scrap of technology capable of communicating with the outside, but found nothing. Eventually, she ran straight into Pei Yanting, who looked as if she were in a frantic hurry.

Pei Yanting stopped, frowned slightly upon seeing her, and then said, “Come with me.”

“What’s wrong?” Pei Xiqing asked.

“I have something to tell you.”

With that, Pei Yanting turned and walked away.

Pei Xiqing stood in silence for a moment before deciding to follow her.

She soon realized Pei Yanting was leading her straight into the makeshift medical ward where Xiao Yue was recovering.

When Pei Yanting pushed the heavy door open, Pei Xiqing saw Xiao Yue lying lifelessly on a cot, his body wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. The suffocating, metallic stench of blood hit Pei Xiqing like a physical blow, forcing her to cover her nose and mouth.

Pei Yanting ignored her reaction entirely. She sat down in the chair beside the cot and carefully spoon-fed Xiao Yue a dose of medicine. Then, she lifted the edge of his quilt to inspect the festering wounds covering his body.

Seeing with her own eyes that Xiao Yue’s flesh had been reduced to a mangled, bloody blur, Pei Xiqing felt absolutely zero fear. Only a deep, satisfying joy.

She stood off to the side, remaining perfectly still.

After Pei Yanting finished tending to the protagonist, she finally turned around. “What are you trying to accomplish, sneaking around outside?”

“…”

“There’s no point in scheming,” Pei Yanting said coldly. “Another massive wave of zombies is heading this way. If you don’t want to be torn to pieces, I strongly suggest you stick with us during the evacuation.”

She paused, narrowing her eyes at Pei Xiqing. “What exactly is your relationship with the Chief Judge?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Are you worried about him?”

“You don’t need to test me. I’m not going to leak any intelligence regarding the base.”

Pei Yanting’s expression darkened. “You are exactly the same as you were before the apocalypse. Stubborn, refusing to listen to a single word of advice. All of this is your own fault. You have no one else to blame but yourself. You are truly hopeless.”

Pei Xiqing casually pulled a wooden chair over and sat down. “That’s an interesting perspective. I’ll gladly bear all the consequences of my choices—because I’m still alive to bear them.”

Pei Yanting let out a cold snort.

The two sisters had communicated this way for years; Pei Yanting was long accustomed to the friction.

Ever since Pei Yanting had been accepted into a top-tier university, the original host had constantly sneered at her, and the resentment had only worsened over time. Pei Yanting firmly believed she had done nothing wrong—she had simply worked harder and excelled in her studies, yet she constantly had to endure her younger sister’s contempt and ridicule.

As the years passed, Pei Yanting had simply grown too exhausted to bother communicating with her. She just hadn’t expected to run into her sister alive five years into the apocalypse.

Against her better judgment, she had taken her in and allowed her to join the S1 unit. But the girl had just messed around, disrupting morale and sowing discord among the ranks. Pei Yanting could have tolerated that, but then she had actually tried to climb into Xiao Yue’s bed. That was the absolute final straw.

Looking at Pei Xiqing’s face now, noting that her delicate, charming beauty hadn’t diminished but had somehow grown even more striking, Pei Yanting found it entirely unreasonable.

In the five years since the outbreak, Pei Yanting’s own fair skin had been weathered and tanned to a sickly, dry yellow from constant exposure to the wasteland. How on earth had her sister managed to become even more beautiful?

On the bed, Xiao Yue let out a low, agonizing groan.

Pei Yanting immediately turned back, hurriedly administering another dose of medicine.

But it was only treating the symptoms, not the root cause of the poison. If they kept this up, it would only delay the inevitable for a little while longer.

Wiping a sheen of cold sweat from Xiao Yue’s forehead, Pei Yanting spoke without looking back. “At 1:00 AM tomorrow, our entire unit is evacuating. We can’t hold this position any longer. A massive zombie horde is approaching. If you want to live, you will follow us.”

“Where exactly are we right now?”

“A deserted village.”

“I want to leave on my own.”

Pei Yanting slowly turned to stare at her. “I don’t care about what you want anymore. Do whatever you please. But if I cross paths with you again, and you are standing beside those Franlun bastards, I will not show you any mercy.”

Pei Xiqing stood up, preparing to walk out.

Just as she reached the door, Pei Yanting’s voice called out from behind her. “Aren’t you even a little surprised that Xiao Yue and I are actively going to war against the Chief Judge?”

“Do you truly have any idea what kind of monster he actually is?”

Chapter 114: From the Highest Seat

Pei Xiqing felt no curiosity. Every word out of Pei Yanting’s mouth was calculated; her intentions were far too obvious.

Pei Yanting stood up. “Let me show you something.”

Before Pei Xiqing could even voice a refusal, Pei Yanting pulled up a holographic tech panel and swiped a video file directly in front of her. Even in the apocalypse, digital records were impossible to escape if someone was determined to make you see them.

The video thumbnail was pitch black. As it played, the recording was shaky, the angle awkward and obscured—clearly filmed in secret by someone trembling too violently to hold the camera still.

The darkness gradually gave way to a sickly, faint green light illuminating a massive subterranean cavern. The underground trading city looked chillingly grotesque. Processing factories had been built directly into the cavern walls. Down the corridors, countless living humans hung from meat hooks piercing their collarbones, dripping blood onto the floor. They were literally displayed as commodities waiting to be selected.

Countless buyers wandered through the factory assembly lines, evaluating and bidding on the “goods.”

At the center of this black market stood an opulent, multi-level auction house. It was a hub of depravity where low-ranking elites and wealthy patrons mingled. In the highest VIP loft overlooking the auction block, a man in a crisp suit sat upon an elevated seat, a lit cigarette casually pinched between his fingers. As the cigarette burned down, the ash fell onto the plush carpet and was immediately licked clean by the people groveling at his feet.

With a flick of his finger, a faint spark fell from the cigarette. Taking the cue, the man slowly signaled the attendants around him to raise their bidding paddles.

Beneath his silver-rimmed glasses, his indifferent eyes carried his signature cold-blooded ruthlessness.

In the next second, the “items” presented on the platform were revealed to be living people.

The surrounding crowd began aggressively slamming down their chips, screaming out horrific, creative ways to execute the victims. They were actively betting money on how the auction items would die.

The man in the high seat casually tossed a handful of chips over the railing. Instantly, the people collared at his feet scrambled like starving dogs, frantically grabbing at the tokens.

They then presented the chips back to him as if offering precious treasures. Several women chained to the floor crawled over, humbly licking the dust from his leather shoes in a sickening display of flattery and total submission.

The heavy chains binding them were shackles of absolute despair, a symbol of ultimate humiliation.

“Call the bid,” the man’s voice echoed, the lenses of his glasses flashing coldly in the dim light. “Twenty thousand crystal cores. I want his eyes.”

A person at his feet, leashed like a hound, received the master’s order and scrambled toward the platform to execute the bid.

In the very next second, the camera began to shake uncontrollably.

The violent trembling blurred the image completely. Then, the man in the high seat slowly turned his head, his sharp eyes locking dead onto the hidden lens.

Pei Xiqing’s forehead twitched violently.

The video abruptly cut to black.

It wasn’t hard to imagine the gruesome fate of the person who had filmed it.

Pei Xiqing looked up at Pei Yanting. “What are you trying to say?”

“Did you see it? Did you see who was sitting in that chair?” Pei Yanting demanded. “Did you see who is secretly colluding with the black market? This is exactly why Xiao Yue and I despise him. He operates from the shadows, blending truth and lies so perfectly. Who would have ever thought that the great Chief Judge, the man respected by the entire fortress, is actually the mastermind behind the underground slave trade? Are you still going to defend him?”

Pei Xiqing said nothing.

She had seen Duan Xiaolin’s face clearly in the footage. The man sitting on that throne was undeniably him.

The visceral impact of the scene had shaken her deeply. It felt as though those heavy chains were suddenly wrapping around her own throat, suffocating her and making her heart skip a painful beat.

“Xiao Yue and I once encountered a man who managed to escape that darkness,” Pei Yanting continued grimly. “He risked his life to film that footage. When we found him, his eyes had been gouged out, his tongue severed, and all four of his limbs amputated. He had been reduced to something worse than human swine. I can’t even fathom the sheer willpower it took for him to crawl out of a cannibalistic hellhole like that.”

She leaned closer. “You’ve undoubtedly heard the rumors about the underground auction house. You know I’m not making this up. It’s a treacherous syndicate that primarily deals in human trafficking and forced viral fusion, all to satisfy the twisted curiosities of the base’s elites. In other words, there is no depravity they won’t stoop to.”

Pei Xiqing’s face turned visibly pale.

She had never witnessed anything so sickening. Even though she was fully aware of how dark the base could be, actually seeing it with her own eyes made her stomach churn.

“Whether this is entirely true or not, I don’t think you get the final say,” Pei Xiqing replied coldly. She turned around, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Pei Yanting called out after her. “You still want to go back to him? He’s a mass murderer who kills without blinking an eye!”

“That has nothing to do with you.”

“Are you still doubting the truth? Do you think I’m lying to you? How about I take you down to the black market myself? Then you’ll finally understand!”

Pei Xiqing quickly left the village stronghold, her mind spinning in a total daze.

The authenticity of the video didn’t even matter anymore. What mattered were the chains binding those people. She had seen them before—more than once. They had been kept inside a box in Duan Xiaolin’s room. He had even gently wrapped that exact same model of chain around her wrist once.

What had seemed like a dark, flirtatious game to her was, in reality, a tool of absolute despair and torture for countless others.

She didn’t know how long she walked aimlessly into the wilderness.

Only one thought echoed in her mind.

She had always assumed that villains were simply the antagonists who opposed the protagonists. But a true villain was someone who stood in opposition to humanity itself.

Yet, she possessed a keen intuition for sensing truth from falsehood, for distinguishing a hypocritical mask from genuine tenderness.

So, when she saw Duan Xiaolin ruling over that hellscape, her first reaction wasn’t overwhelming anger, nor did she feel like he was a complete fraud who had lied to her.

She just felt a deep, unsettling wrongness—a certainty that there had to be an underlying reason for all of this. And even if there wasn’t, as the ultimate villain of this world, his actions were entirely in character.

Why should anyone expect a villain to behave like a saint? she thought. Why should he be required to act as the perfectly righteous, spotless judge everyone thinks he is, while the protagonists get to condemn him from a moral high ground without ever bothering to understand the brutal context of this apocalypse?

She had already mentally prepared herself for the reality of being with the villain. She could accept his dark fate. But… seeing the gruesome reality so suddenly had genuinely frightened her fragile heart.

Overwhelmed and confused, Pei Xiqing found a secluded spot and sat in total silence for a long time.

As the sky gradually darkened, a biting cold wind swept past. She shivered, blinked her dry eyes, and finally felt her turbulent emotions settle.

She looked around.

She had no idea where she was.

She was surrounded by a barren, desolate forest. Not even a bird flew overhead. She had probably wandered into some remote ravine.

Even if she wanted to go back to the village, she had completely lost her way. She would just have to take it one step at a time.

Besides, she wasn’t in any rush to go back right now.

Duan Xiaolin and Ling Lang had to be receiving critical medical treatment back at the capital headquarters. She didn’t like the capital anyway, and rushing back into the fray might only make things worse.

Pei Xiqing let out a heavy sigh.

Some things were simply destined to be beyond her control.

She wasn’t a pessimist. As long as Duan Xiaolin and the others weren’t dead, everything was fine. She was too exhausted to care about the ‘plot’ anymore. Regardless of his sins, when she and Duan Xiaolin were together, their feelings for each other had been entirely genuine.

As for her own future, she could just wander, explore the world, and figure out how to survive wherever her feet took her.

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