Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 45

Chapter 45: How Could Measuring Neck Size Lead to Difficulty Breathing

 

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“At least start with holding hands…!”

 

Claire was so nervous that her voice almost cracked.

 

After saying those words, before Lavendia could respond, she herself froze. Her beautiful peachy-pink eyes widened slightly, then she raised her hand in disbelief to cover her mouth.

 

How, how did she let her inner thoughts slip out!

 

“…Heh.”

 

Lavendia merely lowered her gaze and pursed her lips, giving a slight smile.

 

She took another small step closer, and Claire had nowhere left to retreat, completely cornered against the wall.

 

In the dim room, the floor lamp beside the sofa was the only light source.

 

The sofa was empty, with only a black lace-trimmed hat placed upon it. At some point, Aurora had disappeared from the room.

 

Considering how she would suddenly teleport at times, she probably used some kind of transportation magic to go somewhere to rush the clothes-making.

 

After Aurora left, it was just the two of them alone.

 

Lavendia became much more relaxed, focusing more attention on the young lady before her.

 

The warm light cast from behind gave their silhouettes a hazy, ambiguous, fuzzy edge.

 

Claire was petite, already having a height difference of one and a half heads compared to Lavendia.

 

Being cornered against the wall like this, her whole body curled up, making her appear even more shy and delicate, inspiring both protective instincts and unconsciously… other thoughts.

 

Lavendia lowered her head, just in time to see her own silver-white hair sliding down her coat, hanging near Claire’s collar.

 

While Claire covered her mouth, hanging her little head down, refusing to look at Lavendia.

 

Under her soft, slightly curled eyelashes, those round eyes were rippling with a clear watery sheen, emanating a kind of bewitching light.

 

Like colorful, crystal clear, vibrant candy.

 

It was so quiet around them, with only the sound of their breathing.

 

The kind of atmosphere… where something might happen.

 

But actually, they were just taking measurements for making clothes, nothing was really going to happen.

 

Was it because the surroundings were dark and too quiet?

 

Young Lady Claire was obviously too nervous.

 

But, to think she would unconsciously say such cute things at a time like this.

 

Was this also part of her pretense?

 

Or was this uncharacteristic shyness and vulnerability also one of her techniques to disturb my composure?

 

As Lavendia kept looking, she suddenly had an unprecedented whimsical mood.

 

“…”

 

“Hm.”

 

She bent down from her superior height, slowly drawing close to Claire’s pink-tinged ear, mischievously blowing a gentle breath.

 

“Eep…!”

 

Claire immediately trembled all over, shrinking away.

 

Like a flower bud that closes its petals at the slightest touch.

 

Ah, she seemed to have heard of such a plant.

 

Was it called mimosa? A very fitting name.

 

Lavendia smiled again, though this time it was at her own inner thoughts.

 

When facing Claire, she seemed to always have — and only have — some cute, bright, and beautiful associations.

 

She wouldn’t think of anything dark, heavy, or bloody, only of small animals, dolls, colorful precious gems, or flowers and plants.

 

In short, all beautiful metaphors.

 

The feeling of being with Claire was really fresh.

 

This throbbing in her heart, this indescribable emotion, was like a feather lightly brushing across the tip of her heart.

 

It tickled.

 

It made her feel like she was losing control again, becoming unlike herself, making her uneasy.

 

This sweet feeling was dangerous, continuing to be entangled with Claire like this might become addictive… perhaps.

 

She should set a rule for herself, only for today, only for this lesson, only for this time of taking measurements…

 

Only for… this moment.

 

Lavendia gazed at Claire, not missing any of her subtle changes in expression.

 

What did she say just now?

 

She wanted to hold hands, was it?

 

Lavendia softly replied: “…What are you saying, Young Lady Claire.”

 

“If we hold hands, we won’t be able to take measurements.”

 

After she finished speaking, she saw Claire covering her mouth, her rose-pink fingertips slightly trembling, giving a small nod.

 

Cute.

 

Lavendia thought silently in her heart, after taking measurements, it wouldn’t be impossible to hold…

 

Though she didn’t know why they needed to hold hands.

 

However, just like unconsciously giving her the milk pudding at breakfast, it was the same principle.

 

If it could make the Young Lady happy, then occasionally trying to go along with her might not be impossible.

 

After all, up until now, she hadn’t done anything too bad, right?

 

Let’s just treat it as if in some hazy and brief dream, the sailor couldn’t resist the siren’s enchantment.

 

Only for… this moment.

 

“…Alright, relax.”

 

“We’re starting.”

 

Lavendia’s breath was light and warm.

 

Her voice lowered, yet was gentler than usual.

 

That coldness that kept people at a thousand miles’ distance faded away, replaced by a slight playfulness.

 

More tenderness, more vivid emotions, and carrying a certain grainy quality, like gentle persuasion…

 

Like using a storytelling tone to softly say: “Little rabbit, be good, open the door…”

 

Claire listened until she was dizzy, almost unable to think.

 

The heat traveled from her cheeks to her neck and ears, she felt her face might already be as red as an apple.

 

The warning in her mind had long since reached a deafening level, but she had nowhere to escape or hide.

 

It’s over, there’s nowhere to retreat, she’s going to be measured carefully from head to toe…!!

 

Even though it’s just taking measurements, why is it so embarrassing…

 

Even though it’s just taking measurements, why does Lavendia have to blow in my ear!

 

Is this teasing, this must be teasing, right!?

 

The efficient female protagonist from the story, what exactly are you doing—!

 

Claire didn’t dare look at Lavendia’s face, she really had nowhere to retreat, so she could only tightly close her eyes as an escape.

 

However, after losing her sight, all senses other than vision suddenly became amplified.

 

Uwu, the situation got even worse…

 

First was hearing.

 

“Thump, thump, thump…”

 

W-why is my heartbeat so loud! It feels like my eardrums are buzzing from the heartbeat.

 

It must be from being scared, right? Must be, right?

 

Now even if Lavendia doesn’t come close to her chest, she’ll definitely be able to hear it…

 

“Young Lady Claire, could you please raise your head a little?”

 

Lavendia said softly by her ear.

 

Claire closed her eyes, biting her lip, she had no choice but to cooperate carefully, lifting her chin.

 

The next second, she felt the cool touch of the measuring tape on her neck.

 

“Mmm…”

 

The throat is a vulnerable part of humans, being touched like this instantly made Claire tense up all over, like a cat being held by its scruff.

 

Fortunately, Lavendia’s movements were quick and gentle.

 

The measuring tape was pulled from the back of the neck to the front, gently tightening.

 

After confirming it matched the position marked in the tutorial diagram, Lavendia fixed the measuring tape’s position with her fingers, lowering her gaze to check the measurement.

 

The slight feeling of constraint around the neck disappeared in just an instant.

 

Lavendia moved away from Claire, walked to the side, picked up the parchment and quill, and recorded the data faithfully on it.

 

Claire took the chance to open her eyes a crack, secretly letting out a breath. Being cornered against the wall earlier, it felt like she couldn’t even breathe…

 

She patted her warm cheeks, pretending to be calm while taking several deep breaths.

 

The first measurement was neck size… not, not too bad.

 

After getting past this mental hurdle, it actually wasn’t that scary!

 

Moreover, Lavendia’s movements were quick and gentle, let’s just keep up this momentum and finish quickly!

 

Lavendia pulled out the measuring tape again: “Next are shoulder width, bust, and waist.”

 

“…..Eh.”

 

“Recording one measurement at a time would be rather inefficient… I’ll remember the measurements, and after taking these three, I’ll record them all together.”

 

“Are you ready? Young Lady Claire.”

 

“……”

 

“Eh?!”