The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Alpha Decides to Go On Strike (GL) - Chapter 1

“Why are you spacing out? Come on! Drink!”

“No, no, no, I don’t drink!”

“It’s a big, happy day, why aren’t you drinking?”

Su Li pushed the wine glass away, asking with lingering fear, “What if I drink too much and things get out of hand later?”

Her friend’s joy-filled expression instantly froze. She scratched her head in confusion: “Huh?”

The magnificent banquet hall was decorated with lights and colorful banners. The slogan “Congratulations to Su Li & Shen Mo on their Wedding” was posted in every prominent location. Guests were everywhere, and those who passed by would kindly raise their glasses to Su Li, one of today’s protagonists, to offer their congratulations.

Lu Lu glanced around several times: “If I’m not mistaken, today is indeed your wedding day, right? You, you’re afraid things will get out of hand after drinking?”

“Sigh,” Su Li rubbed her nose, “You wouldn’t understand.”

Lu Lu gritted her teeth, looking like she was about to strangle her: “I wouldn’t understand?

“You managed to get Shen Mo behind everyone’s backs. You’ll soar to great heights and have wealth pouring in. Are you starting to look down on old friends now, huh?”

Su Li didn’t even have the energy to talk and frowned at her.

Lu Lu took the hint, tipped back and drained the red wine in her crystal glass.

She propped her chin on her hand: “Besides, ‘things getting out of hand after drinking’ is a myth. Hiccup. Drink—drinking wine numbs your tongue. How could you possibly win over a goddess’s heart…?”

Before she could finish, Su Li slapped her hard on the shoulder.

“Hiss—” Lu Lu’s drunken buzz instantly scattered. She glared, shouting, “Su Li! Are you crazy?!”

The next moment, Su Li picked up the wine glass in front of her and tilted her head back, drinking it all in one go.

Putting the glass down, she wiped her mouth: “Lu Lu, I didn’t make friends with you for nothing! You really woke up this dreamer with a single sentence!” She held the empty glass: “Where’s the wine? I want more, quickly fill me up!”

Someone nearby immediately helped her pour the fine wine.

Before Su Li could take a few sips, the recovered Lu Lu stopped her: “Stop drinking! The bride is coming out!”

She pushed Su Li toward the red carpet: “Go quickly, go meet your bride.”

Su Li’s face flushed with a drunken rosy color as she arrived on the stage, surrounded by a group of bridesmaids.

At the other end of the red carpet, the other bride, Shen Mo, came gracefully, her head covered with a white veil and holding a bouquet.

The white veil obscured Shen Mo’s features, but Su Li was still momentarily dazed—Shen Mo was the head of the domestic branch of the famous multinational corporation S.G. A month ago, she had visited Su Li’s company for business, and the two had unexpectedly met.

No one expected them to walk into the halls of matrimony in less than a month of knowing each other.

At this moment, Su Li’s mind flashed back to their first meeting, the image of Shen Mo raising her bright, star-like eyes and softly responding, “Yes.”

It was as beautiful as a dream.

As Su Li was lost in thought, Shen Mo was already by her side.

Su Li secretly rubbed her palm against her wedding dress several times, making sure it was clean enough before reaching out her hand.

Shen Mo placed her soft hand, encased in a lace glove, into Su Li’s palm.

Su Li didn’t dare to grip tightly, holding her fingers lightly, and led her through the flower-lined red carpet.

This walk was enough to make her dazedly complete the wedding ceremony and muddle-headedly return with Shen Mo to their bridal room.

A faint, warm fragrance drifted around. The custom-made giant waterbed was sprinkled with fresh rose petals.

The red quilt and soft bedding, the pure fragrance carrying dew—everything hinted at what should happen next.

Su Li felt inexplicably nervous. She released her fingers, intending to let go of Shen Mo, but felt something playful lightly stroke her palm.

A tingling sensation arose. Su Li put her hands behind her back.

“I, you…” Su Li struggled to speak clearly, “I’m going out for some air.”

With that, she practically fled the room.

Going to the bathroom, she turned on the faucet, scooping up cool water and splashing it on her face again and again.

[Su Li, Su Li, sober up. That’s Shen Mo!]

[A heaven-blessed woman like her agreeing to marry you must have a hidden purpose to keep up appearances. Don’t think for a second she’s truly your wife!]

[Watch your actions. Don’t offend her!]

After a round of mental counseling, her restless heart finally calmed down again.

Su Li raised her head and saw her wet, slightly disheveled face in the mirror: “Pretend to be drunk, yes! Pretend to be drunk! I’ll just manage to sleep in the living room tonight, and then find a chance to move out in a couple of days…”

“Su Li?”

A clear, cold voice rang out, interrupting Su Li’s thoughts.

She dried her hands and face with a new towel and turned to go back to the bedroom.

Shen Mo, still wearing her heavy wedding dress, stood by the bed with her back to Su Li.

She slightly tilted her head, her voice rich as wine: “I can’t reach the zipper.”

Su Li understood and walked to her side: “I’ll help you.”

Shen Mo was easygoing: “Thank you.”

Su Li slightly pressed her lips together.

As she spoke, she had already walked behind Shen Mo and reached out to touch the sacred white veil.

At this moment, Su Li was immensely grateful that she was half a head taller than Shen Mo. From her angle, she could see that the veil was fastened to Shen Mo’s coiled black hair with a small hairpin.

“I’ll help you take down the veil first.” While mentioning it, she reached out and pulled out the small hairpin.

To Su Li’s surprise, as the hairpin was removed, Shen Mo’s coiled hair completely cascaded down.

The strands were smooth as a waterfall, bringing with them a faint, high-quality white musk scent as they fell. Su Li’s index finger happened to hook a lock of black hair, and she subconsciously curled her finger and wrapped it around.

Shen Mo slightly turned her head, and the lock of black hair slipped from her hand.

Su Li lightly touched her fingertips, feeling a sense of inexplicable reluctance.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Mo looked up and asked her.

“Nothing…” Su Li suddenly felt like a child who had done something wrong, not knowing where to put her hands.

Shen Mo reached out and gathered her long hair to her chest.

The upper part of the wedding dress was very fitted, with a thin layer of white tulle covering her back, revealing the delicate skin underneath.

Su Li’s fingers brushed past the protruding shoulder blades and fumbled for the zipper.

The wedding dress was well-made, and the silver chain was hidden beneath the satin fabric, conforming to her body’s curves. Su Li pulled it down, but it snagged every two centimeters.

Halfway down, she let go.

Before she could speak, Shen Mo turned her head: “Is it hard to undo?”

Su Li explained: “I pulled it to the middle. You can…”

You can pull the rest yourself.

Before she could finish, Shen Mo turned around.

Before Su Li could react, she suddenly reached out her arms and embraced Su Li.

Shen Mo looked thin, but where she had curves, she was quite well-endowed and very comfortable to hold.

In the dim room, the two embraced at zero distance. Su Li could feel her soft body pressing tightly against her.

But Su Li held her hands up high, her entire body stiff as a statue.

Even though her brain was sparking with frantic thoughts, she couldn’t figure out why Shen Mo would actively throw herself into her arms.

“Huh?” Shen Mo looked up at her, “Why aren’t you continuing?”

Su Li licked her dry lips: “Continuing?”

Shen Mo pressed her face into Su Li’s chest: “Isn’t it easier to undo like this?”

The slender zipper was like a seal, restricting the bride’s soft limbs. Su Li lowered her head, her gaze slipping from Shen Mo’s shoulder and falling into the dark, undulating secret realm along the half-opened back of the dress.

She finally understood Shen Mo’s intention, mentally slapping herself—it really was her overthinking.

Raising her hand to grasp the small zipper pull again, Su Li tremblingly pulled it down.

As she concentrated fully, something soft brushed against her collarbone. Su Li was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head to look at Shen Mo.

The white musk scent in the room grew denser.

Shen Mo leaned in her arms: “What perfume are you wearing?”

She commented: “I really like it.”

“None,” Su Li’s face felt warm.

She discreetly brought her nose to the top of Shen Mo’s head and greedily sniffed: “Isn’t it the scent coming from you?”

Shen Mo raised her head and met her gaze, the lipstick on her lips looking juicy and inviting: “I didn’t spray perfume today.”

“Huh?” Su Li was completely led by her: “It’s a very fresh, uh, very elegant, white musk scent.”

After a pause, she added: “It smells wonderful.”

Shen Mo swept her hair aside, revealing a section of her pale white neck: “Is this the smell?”

Su Li leaned in to smell, then nodded and hummed in acknowledgment.

She still hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation. Shen Mo looked at her and said softly, “It’s not perfume…”

She seemed to curl her lips into a smile: “It’s the smell of my pheromones.”

“Oh… Uh, what?” Su Li covered her nose and quickly retreated three steps.

Oh no!

Pheromones released by an Omega can induce an Alpha in contact to enter a susceptible period! They were just so close, and Su Li didn’t know how much she had unknowingly inhaled.

With the little rationality she had left, she forced herself to turn and hurried towards the door.

Before she had taken two steps, Shen Mo called out to her from behind: “Su Li.”

Su Li turned her head.

Under the moonlight, the noble bride had already shed the heavy wedding dress, revealing a nude-colored bodysuit underneath.

Her pure, rabbit-like eyes blinked innocently, and she pointed behind her: “There’s still this.”

A row of exquisite clasps lined the narrowest part of her lower back.

Su Li’s brain had completely shut down, incapable of thought, and she was completely dominated by instinct. She returned to Shen Mo, pulled her into her arms, and lowered her head to unfasten the row of clasps.

“You’ve been drinking?”

Shen Mo spoke, her warm breath fanning against Su Li’s neck.

Su Li squeezed a sound from her nasal cavity: “…Mm.”

“Does it taste good?” Shen Mo reached up to cup Su Li’s face, “I really want to taste it.”

Su Li knew she must be insane, or else she wouldn’t have grabbed Shen Mo’s chin and fiercely kissed her the second she heard that sentence.

It was too rough!

This thought kept recurring in her mind, haunting her like a nightmare.

But she couldn’t care less about anything else.

Shen Mo’s lips and tongue were incredibly soft, and the saliva in her mouth was like honey, tempting her to delve deeper. Shen Mo, who was being held captive, was panicking, and Su Li could feel her struggling. But she was utterly unskilled; not only did her tongue accidentally plunge into Su Li’s mouth every time, stirring up new desire, but her flailing hands and feet often pressed against Su Li’s sensitive areas. Instead of breaking free, she was just igniting fires everywhere.

When their lips parted, Shen Mo had been pushed down onto the bridal bed.

Her hair was messy and spread out, her face flushed with confusion. Those star-like eyes were covered with a faint film of moisture, looking as if Su Li had bullied her to the point of tears.

So beautiful it could drive a person mad!

The clasps had been completely undone at some point. Su Li’s hand slipped into the opening, plucking a series of silent notes.

Shen Mo was making her final resistance.

She called Su Li’s name, interspersed with a few extremely suggestive gasps.

Su Li’s ears felt a soft tingling.

She used her other hand to gently rub Shen Mo’s lips, which were redder than roses after her assault, and demanded: “Say it again.”

“Su Li.” Shen Mo grabbed her wrist, accidentally sucking Su Li’s finger into her mouth, “Su, mmm, Su Li…”

No one could withstand this kind of temptation.

Su Li thought, Don’t blame me, I’m just a normal person.

She leaned over, pressing down on Shen Mo, and buried her face in her neck.

“Ding-ding—ding-ding————”

An annoying ringing sound went off in the distance. Luckily, Shen Mo’s hand was covering her ear, blocking some of the noise, so Su Li pretended not to hear.

“Ding-ding—ding-ding————”

“Ding-ding—ding-ding————”

As if deliberately opposing Su Li, the ringing became more and more urgent.

Finally, she couldn’t pretend anymore and pulled Shen Mo’s hand away from her ear.

Taking a deep breath to calm her emotions, she left behind an apologetic “I’m sorry” and hurriedly left the room.

On the bridal bed, Shen Mo squinted at her retreating figure: “…”

Arriving at the entrance, Su Li opened the door in frustration: “Who is it?”

Today was her wedding day with Shen Mo, and the two newlyweds were in the bridal chamber. She truly couldn’t think of any matter urgent enough to make someone ring the doorbell at a time like this.

In the hallway, her special assistant, Qiao Mumu, was crying pitifully.

“S-Su Zong…” She reached out and tugged on Su Li’s skirt.

Facing this plague, Su Li instantly sobered up.

She tried to pull her skirt back, but whenever she managed to free one spot, Qiao Mumu would quickly grab the next section.

“…” Su Li gave up.

She asked, “What happened?”

Qiao Mumu lifted her head, snot and tears smearing her face together.

She whimpered pitifully, “I, I lost a gift given by a guest… Wuwu, she’s asking me for compensation, and I, I don’t have the money…”

Su Li was speechless.

A month ago, faced with Qiao Mumu’s clumsiness, her love was inexplicable, dedicated, and irresistible.

Yet, it was also her who, at this very moment, looked at Qiao Mumu’s face and felt nothing but immense disgust in her heart.