The Supporting Female Always Wants to Hang Herself - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

While I was speaking, the dog emperor walked in.

I didn’t offer a formal greeting, and I didn’t say a word. I just fixed my eyes on his face and gave him a thorough once-over.

People like pretty things. I’m no exception.

This dog emperor had high brows, a straight nose, deep-set eyes, and clean, sculpted features.

He really did have the looks.

He met my gaze and lifted an eyebrow.

“Why is my beloved consort looking at me like that?”

“I simply think Your Majesty looks especially handsome today.”

A little thrill rose in my chest as I silently marveled.

[He really is hot. Sleeping with him wouldn’t be a loss. He looks kind of skinny though-wonder if he’s got a six-pack, and whether he’s any good in bed.]

The moment that thought ended, the emperor’s smile, which had been hooked at the corner of his lips, suddenly turned stiff.

His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “Lately, I’ve neglected my Imperial Noble Consort because of state affairs. Are you angry?”

My mouth said state affairs came first, but what I thought was-

[Better if you don’t come at all. If you do, I’ve gotta do the whole polite small-talk routine.]

The emperor’s mouth twitched. He kept up his usual, perfunctory concern.

I answered everything with “Mm,” “Oh,” “Yes,” “Pretty good.”

Meanwhile, I was ranting at the system like a lunatic.

[Is he from Dunhuang or something? Why’s he got so much artsy, self-important nonsense to say?]

[Just one word: do it.]

[I heard men start going downhill after twenty-five. If I remember right, the dog emperor just turned twenty. To already be this sexually useless at his age… how tragic.]

[Sigh, I’m going to die anyway. Before I go, should I find an eighteen-year-old guard and give him a try?]

I didn’t know which line set him off, but the dog emperor’s expression got worse and worse.

Just when I thought he was about to flick his sleeves and leave, he suddenly scooped me up in his arms.

Grinding his teeth by my ear, he said, “Today I’ll let my beloved consort find out whether I’m ‘capable’ or not.”

Huh? Something about this felt… off.

Before I could think it through, the dog emperor kissed me.

Oh. Nice. Soft.

When it comes to “cooking,” you usually don’t talk. But I was new at this, so every “dish” needed the dog emperor to guide me a little.

Except I hadn’t expected his “skills” to be pretty average too.

My mind started flashing through all the smut I’d ever read.

Swallowing her moans.

Slamming into the headboard, falling apart.

But the wild part was-whatever I imagined, the dog emperor started doing, like he could read my mind.

And he was blushing the whole time.

When things were simmering on low heat, I couldn’t hold back.

In a burst of excitement, I went *smack* and slapped his butt.

I apologized right away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Your servant didn’t mean it.”

Inside: [I slapped it. So what-gonna kill me?]

[Not gonna lie, the feel is pretty springy.]

[Hurry up, hurry up. Is the dog emperor actually capable or what?]

And then the dog emperor was like he’d suddenly taken some kind of drug.

He launched a ferocious assault, turning the heat up high and stir-frying me like I was the main course.

At first, I was drunk on his looks, saying one thing while thinking another.

Out loud: “No more, no more… Your servant can’t take it.”

In my head: [Holy crap, it’s actually amazing. Again, again.]

After that, my heart and mouth finally matched. The dog emperor was genuinely intense.

Help-this is too good!

When I finally hit the clouds, the dog emperor lay over me and gently kissed my cheek.

So blissed out I was practically glowing, I returned the kiss out of basic courtesy-while unconsciously singing in my head.

[That horse-wrangling man, so mighty and strong; his galloping steed flies swift as the wind…]

[Yo-yo, who is singing, warming up the lonely…]

The next second, the dog emperor spoke in that uniquely hoarse, post-indulgence voice.

“Stop singing!!”

Huh? What’s with him?

Can he hear my thoughts?