Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 44

Chapter 44: At Least Start with Holding Hands

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At the same moment, Claire’s pupils shook as she was greatly shocked.

This formed a stark contrast with Lavendia’s calm and composed demeanor, who had quickly adapted to the situation.

The following is Claire’s current psychological activity:

— W-what!?

What kind of lazy tailor is this! We have to take measurements ourselves!

With Sister Lavendia’s status, and my status, I’m supposed to measure her?

Am I even worthy!?

And, and besides, having to be measured by sister first is even more terrifying!

Everything else is fine, measuring height, weight, and shoulder width is one thing, but we also have to record bust measurements…

I-I, even my own measurements… I don’t even know them yet!

She had only been transmigrated for such a short time, focusing all her attention on the plot, how could she have time to carefully observe her new body?

Even during last night’s bath, she was busy dealing with the maids, making them all leave.

Later she almost fainted from soaking too long, but that was just because she was too tired.

Bust, bust… at most she had only casually touched and squeezed while applying soap during baths.

She only knew her size was average, barely able to say there was hope for the future.

But exactly how much it was, and what her other three measurements were, she really had no idea.

And now, to be measured first by Sister Lavendia, to be explored, to have everything recorded in detail…

Being measured from head to toe, how is that any different from being seen completely exposed?

Claire’s little face turned bright red just thinking about it.

This was really too much…!

Although she also wanted to build a good relationship with sister and get closer.

But she would prefer to be like in the otome game, first having afternoon tea together, chatting together, then experiencing some important events together, their hearts gradually growing closer…

Or at least, shouldn’t they start with holding hands?

Seeing Lavendia already approaching slowly with the measuring tape, Claire shook her head vigorously while stepping backwards.

At the same time, she urgently questioned the system in her mind: “Wait a minute, this scene wasn’t in the original work, right!”

The system’s subtitles were quite calm:

『In the original work, Lavendia attended etiquette class alone, and you were supposed to be confined. Of course this scene wasn’t there.』

『This is part of the plot deviation that this system mentioned before, but after analysis, it won’t have much impact on the subsequent plot.』

『Host stay calm, don’t let your thoughts be heard.』

『This is easy to resolve, just take some casual measurements later, then deliberately write down some wrong data, so her dress won’t fit properly.』

The subtitles turned red: 『Hehehe. For a villainess this is really a piece of cake, achieving the goal without any effort!』

How come even the system is starting to laugh “hehehe”?

No, that’s not the issue, that’s not the issue at all!

The issue is, the issue is…

Claire bit her rouge lips, her gaze wandering.

— The issue is, I’m embarrassed!

And Sister Lavendia, why does she look completely unembarrassed? That’s so strange!

When Claire stepped back, she stepped forward.

Her expression calm and serious, professional, unhurried and unruffled.

Like a doctor preparing to examine a shy patient.

The parchment for recording data was placed to one side, Lavendia held the measuring tape in one hand, pulling it open a section with her other hand, ready to complete the task at any time.

Claire looked up and saw sister in a black long dress with a coat over her shoulders, her gaze cold and proud, the prop in her hand under the light and shadows seemed like a dangerous little whip…

Claire only dared to look once before averting her gaze.

She was both embarrassed and afraid, in her panic she asked the system: “What should I do now that sister is going to measure me?”

The subtitles slowly displayed a cold question mark: 『?』

『Host’s question is strange, what do you mean what to do, naturally you should just get through this.』

“Even if you say get through it…”

『Then host can consider giving her a slap to stop her from touching you, or say move your filthy hands away from me.』

Now it was Claire’s turn to question mark: “?”

What kind of upgrade did you system get, how is this still not user-friendly at all!

Claire could only continue backing away, the light shining from behind her, Lavendia’s shadow stretched very long, almost enveloping her completely.

She had no choice but to struggle on her own!

— “W-wait!”

Hearing this, Lavendia’s footsteps slightly paused: “What is it?”

Claire puffed up her chest, gathering her courage to say: “I-I think this isn’t appropriate!”

“It’s always been servants measuring us for tailoring, servants! How can we do it ourselves?”

“This-this really doesn’t conform to our Grendel family’s noble etiquette!”

After listening, Lavendia’s gaze suddenly sharpened, even her surrounding aura becoming several degrees colder.

She stared intently at Claire and softly said:

“Oh, I understand.”

“So Young Lady Claire wants me to call Anna in to help measure you?”

Whether it was an illusion or not, Claire seemed to hear a certain storm-brewing meaning in Lavendia’s calm tone.

Lavendia said word by word: “The relationship between Young Lady and this Anna is really, quite, close, isn’t it.”

“…Eh?”

Claire was stunned, blinking her eyes in confusion.

Her survival instinct radar was beeping in warning.

Lavendia took another step forward, her high heels hitting the ground very forcefully, Claire quickly shrunk back.

“I—”

She wanted to say that wasn’t what she meant, but the words took a turn at her lips.

“— I’m just reminding sister not to forget our, our status!”

“Status?”

Lavendia stood still, softly repeating the word.

The favorability rating data above her head suddenly started flickering, sometimes increasing a few points, sometimes decreasing some, fluctuating non-stop.

Just like her heart, swaying uncertainly again.

It’s just taking measurements, why is Claire so resistant?

Mentioning servants, bringing up status, could it be emphasizing that I, an outsider, cannot touch her body?

Her resistance, is it resistance to my touch?

Those previous deliberate attempts to get closer, the hot and cold little tricks, were they truly just to disturb my state of mind…

Ah, how frustrating.

Calm down, Lavendia, stay calm.

Anna is just a maid, it’s normal for her to take care of Claire. Claire’s reaction is also normal.

Last night too, what exactly were you getting frustrated about?

Frustrated because you care, frustrated because you’re losing control. Frustrated because Claire has no wariness, more frustrated by her hot and cold behavior, impossible to figure out… are there other reasons?

Lavendia took another step forward.

Claire backed up, her back hitting the wall in the corner of the room.

Now there was nowhere left to retreat.

She trembled like a frightened little rabbit, grabbing her twin tails, eyes opened wide, looking left and right, showing quite a bit of unease and panic.

Your face is so red, Young Lady.

Was that previous pride and ease, that contemptuous, accusing gaze, all pretense? Which side is the real you?

Lavendia suddenly pursed her lips, letting out a light laugh.

She slowly said: “Young Lady Claire, this is the task Miss Aurora assigned us, please… endure it.”

Claire bit her rouge lips, her gaze clearly unwilling, desperate, yet also seemed — quite alluring.

She finally mumbled: “At least, at least start with holding hands…”