Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Reserved All Future Milk Puddings

 

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Lavendia’s long hair fell down, smooth and slightly cool, like a ribbon.

 

Her hair, neckline, neck, and chest… seemed to emit a warm, comforting fragrance.

 

What perfume did sister wear, how could it smell so good…

 

Could it be the legendary natural scent of her skin?

 

Claire wanted to carefully identify what floral scent it was, but Lavendia was too close, she had to hold her breath, afraid that if her breathing quickened, it would disturb the strands of hair by Lavendia’s ear.

 

But while breathing could be controlled, heartbeat could not.

 

Lavendia was pressed against her chest, surely able to feel that heart under the formal dress, beating as vigorously as an energetic bird.

 

Though her body was enjoying it, Claire’s mind remained clear.

 

Her first thought was:

 

Oh no, pretending to faint is going to be discovered!

 

With a heartbeat this fast and strong, it’s obvious there’s no danger to life!

 

No wait, doesn’t low blood sugar actually cause increased heart rate?

 

The system displayed a line of text: 『If it were really a loss of consciousness from low blood sugar, the host would probably need to be sent to the hospital.』

 

『And you were so afraid when being held this morning, how come now your mind is full of wandering thoughts?』

 

『You must have ill intentions toward the protagonist, you incompetent villainess!』

 

“Uh.” Claire fell silent for a moment.

 

“The phrase ‘ill intentions’ seems quite appropriate… isn’t a villainess supposed to have ill intentions!”

 

The system, hearing this, also fell silent for a moment.

 

『…Anyway, you’re not right, you’re harboring ulterior motives and not properly pursuing the mission, punishment needs to be considered.』

 

“? Come on, your honor, I completed the mission!”

 

『Then how do you explain your accelerated heartbeat when the protagonist hugs you?』

 

“I’m nervous, I’m scared! Is it not okay that I’m intimidated by the protagonist’s authority!”

 

『Then why are you flushed, trembling at the lips, and lying weakly in their arms?』

 

“That’s what low blood sugar is like!”

 

『…』

 

Hmph, now the system is at a loss for words.

 

In this situation, you just have to be forceful even if you’re not right!

 

Continuing to fake unconsciousness with this momentum, don’t open your eyes, maybe you can fool the protagonist too.

 

At this critical moment, quick as lightning, Claire suddenly felt her soft waist being poked

 

“Ah! That tickles…”

 

Oh no.

 

This delicate young lady’s body.

 

Seems to be very ticklish!

 

Claire’s body involuntarily shuddered violently, her eyes opening along with it, and through tear-blurred vision, she met Lavendia’s undisturbed pupils.

 

It’s over, I’ve been discovered.

 

Lavendia straightened up and calmly looked away.

 

“Awake?”

 

Claire quickly lowered her gaze weakly, clutching her chest and giving two light coughs: “…mm, cough cough, thank you sister, I’m awake…”

 

Lavendia still had her arm around her shoulders, supporting her with her body and embrace, ensuring she had something to lean on.

 

Her gaze wasn’t completely cold either, but rather carried a hint of barely noticeable concern.

 

She took the initiative to ask: “Was it low blood sugar?”

 

“…That’s right, it was low blood sugar!”

 

Claire seized the opportunity, earnestly emphasizing: “Oh my, how did I suddenly get low blood sugar, I must have lost weight from eating too little recently… sister?”

 

The corners of Lavendia’s lips seemed to curve up for a fleeting moment, but quickly disappeared.

 

Claire didn’t catch it clearly.

 

However, when she looked up, she saw Lavendia’s favorability rating frozen at -20 above her head, and her pupils shook, thinking she was seeing things.

 

Damn, the beauty scheme actually worked?

 

One embrace raised it by 30!

 

Before her shock could subside, Lavendia leaned close to Claire’s ear and softly said:

 

“If Young Lady Claire needs to eat more desserts, there’s no need to be so roundabout.”

 

“From now on, if there’s milk pudding at breakfast, I’ll give you all of mine.”

 

“Even if you just take it, I won’t be angry.”

 

The ice queen sister showing unusual gentleness, both embracing and listening to heartbeats, now breathing warm words by her ear, but Claire shivered, shaking off an arm’s worth of sweet goosebumps.

 

W-what does she mean by won’t be angry?

 

And what does this have to do with milk pudding?

 

Having all future milk puddings reserved by the dominant protagonist?

 

Did, did she, did she figure out I was faking or not?

 

Lavendia pulled away from Claire, simultaneously returning to her usual calm expression.

 

Supporting Claire with one hand, she lowered her gaze and said: “If you’re awake, try to see if you can stand up.”

 

“Oh…”

 

Claire’s mind was filled with thoughts of gaining 30 favorability from one hug, nodding dazedly as she held onto Lavendia’s arm to stand up.

 

Maybe due to nervousness causing poor blood flow to the head, truth be told, she did feel a bit dizzy when standing up.

 

She felt her legs were weak and unsteady. Just as her hand left Lavendia’s body, her center of gravity tilted back towards her again.

 

Lavendia had just gathered up the books scattered on the ground, preparing to balance them on her head again.

 

Feeling Claire lean against her again, she bent her arm to support her, blinking rather helplessly.

 

“I see, young lady actually wants to interfere with my training?”

 

“No, no, absolutely not.”

 

“Sister’s just not capable enough herself, don’t blame it on me.”

 

Claire rested her paws on Lavendia’s arm like a little hamster, hanging her head, thinking of saying some trash talk to lower the favorability.

 

However, Lavendia didn’t say anything, just gave a light snort.

 

She put the books back on her head, readjusted her breathing, and continued her posture practice.

 

Looking carefully, the favorability didn’t decrease, staying stable at -20.

 

And it seemed like she had more books on her head than before…

 

Oh, she had quietly taken on one book to help Claire.

 

“…Hehe, pretty girls getting close.”

 

“Hehe…”

 

The etiquette teacher nearby covered her face with an open book, mumbling strange sleep talk while snoring.

 

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During the etiquette teacher’s sweet slumber, the morning etiquette class quickly passed.

 

It wasn’t until the scorching noon sunlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains into the room, burning the vampire Aurora’s toes, that she finally awoke from her dreams.

 

“Oh, is it this time already? Looks like I really need to fix my sleep schedule…”

 

The sleepy-eyed Aurora wiped her mouth corner, inspected Claire and Lavendia’s posture, and nodded with satisfaction.

 

“Not bad, achieving this level in the first lesson, teacher is very satisfied! Then let’s end the etiquette class here!”

 

“Whew…”

 

Claire wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, letting the books fall from her head with a rustling sound.

 

Lavendia was better off than Claire, but she too quickly put the books down on the table and rubbed her shoulders.

 

Sigh… too grueling, will they have to receive this level of education every day from now on?

 

Aurora looked at the two young ladies who could barely stand, her eyes revealing a sly and mysterious light.

 

“Alright alright, next, I’ll be taking your measurements to custom-make your future evening gowns, as for your styles…”

 

Claire was about to mention her preferred colors, but Aurora changed the subject, saying with a smile—

 

“I’ll decide! Just looking at you two girls, it’s clear you don’t know how to showcase your strengths, let big sister help you find your positions!”

 

Lavendia showed no expression, but Claire was genuinely somewhat disappointed.

 

After the class ended, Aurora hurriedly left the classroom, as if truly anxious about their gowns.

 

『Tch, you really managed to muddle through this morning’s task.』

 

“What do you mean muddle through! I worked very hard!”

 

『Can this level of effort be called being a villainess?』

 

In the back-and-forth arguing between the system and Claire, lunch also quickly passed, and the system, absorbed in the argument, didn’t even arrange any soup-spilling tasks for Claire.

 

The noon sunlight gradually shifted, and they were about to welcome their afternoon dance class.