Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Seems Like It Was A Bit Disrespectful

 

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In the quiet and dim etiquette classroom, the torment directed at Claire continued.

 

On the whiteboard, the next thing to be measured was shoulder width.

 

“The surface length from the left shoulder endpoint through the seventh cervical vertebra point (posterior midpoint) to the right shoulder endpoint.”

 

Lavendia looked at Claire’s shoulders, pondering.

 

Where was the seventh cervical vertebra…

 

Claire was wearing a distinctive off-shoulder dress, with white lace trim aligned with her collarbone, revealing smooth and rounded shoulders that sparked imagination.

 

However, below the lace trim were fluffy and adorable puff sleeves with bows, and this cuteness and innocence nicely balanced out that sensuality.

 

Although she didn’t know where the seventh cervical vertebra was, measuring shoulder width should be easy enough.

 

Lavendia pulled out the measuring tape, pressing one end with her index finger on Claire’s left shoulder, stretching it out, and fixing the other end on the right shoulder.

 

…Claire’s shoulders were so narrow, and her collarbones too, looking as if they might break at the slightest touch.

 

So thin, and such a small stature too.

 

Lavendia silently wondered: Has she been eating properly?

 

Meanwhile Claire, under Lavendia’s looming figure, had to hold her breath once again.

 

The measuring tape lay across her collarbone like a warning line, and she had to try very hard to control herself from leaning backward.

 

It’s, it’s okay, it’ll be over soon…!

 

I’ll definitely endure this and show you!

 

However, a decorative lace bow at Claire’s chest below her collarbone interfered with Lavendia’s measurement.

 

Lavendia tried to flatten the bow, but it was difficult to press down. The measuring tape couldn’t completely adhere to Claire’s skin, being blocked by the bow.

 

The data measured this way would surely have errors.

 

So after a brief thought, Lavendia said: “Young Lady Claire, please turn around.”

 

Turn, turn around…?

 

How could one casually expose their back to an enemy, that’s such a dangerous thing!

 

But what could Claire do?

 

Claire was just a weak, helpless, and pitiful villainess.

 

She could only silently comfort herself: Maybe if she didn’t have to look directly at Lavendia, she wouldn’t be so nervous?

 

The reason her heart was beating so fast was all, all because Lavendia was too intimidating, that’s right!

 

Just cooperate, don’t think too much, measure everything quickly, and get it over with!

 

Claire took a deep breath, obediently turned around, and stood facing the corner.

 

She faced the blank wall with a red face.

 

Why, why isn’t there even wallpaper or a painting.

 

At least let me distract myself…

 

Ah, she heard the zip-zip sound of the measuring tape being pulled out, here it comes.

 

Okay, it’s just shoulder width, no problem. Measure quickly, get it done fast, finish quickly—

 

Claire thought she had mentally prepared herself.

 

She lowered her head, shoulders slightly tensed, nervously waiting for the cool touch of the measuring tape.

 

However, there was no cold sensation.

 

She only felt warmth at the back of her neck, a very gentle touch.

 

Lavendia’s fingertips were warm, she gently brushed aside the loose hair at Claire’s nape, her fingertips lingering, sparking a small chain of shivering sparks on that patch of skin at the neck.

 

Then, she gently pressed her fingertip against that slightly protruding spot on Claire’s nape.

 

“The seventh cervical vertebra…”

 

“Should be this slightly protruding bone here.”

 

Lavendia lowered her eyelashes, saying softly.

 

Her breath fell from behind, right at Claire’s ear.

 

The same warmth, the same ticklish feeling, yet somehow… the impact seemed even stronger than from the front.

 

Claire trembled all over, not knowing if it was from the sudden touch on her neck being too embarrassing, or if Lavendia’s voice had startled her.

 

Lavendia felt that Claire at this moment was like a frightened kitten, being lifted by the scruff of its neck, trembling pitifully in the air, tucking its little tail in, curling up into a ball.

 

Cute.

 

This jade-like neck was even more exquisite, like a doll.

 

She couldn’t help but stroke it a few more times.

 

“What, what are you doing!”

 

It was too ticklish, Claire couldn’t help but angrily say: “Are you going to measure or not!”

 

“I apologize, Young Lady Claire.”

 

Lavendia blinked, with a hint of unstoppable smile at the corner of her mouth.

 

She withdrew her fingers, replacing them with the cool measuring tape, pulling it from Claire’s left shoulder to the right, gently fixing it in place.

 

With her arms fixed like this holding both ends of the measuring tape, it was as if she had Claire completely encircled in her embrace.

 

Yet maintaining a certain distance… this kind of neither here nor there feeling made one’s heart even more itchy and unbearable.

 

Successfully measured Claire’s shoulder width data.

 

“Next is… chest width and bust measurement.”

 

Lavendia said: “Let’s measure from the back, is that okay?”

 

“What, what wouldn’t be okay?”

 

Claire forced herself to respond: “Don’t waste time, start quickly!”

 

Only she knew that when Lavendia lowered her head to check the shoulder width data, her hair tips lightly brushed against Claire’s nape and spine, it was so ticklish that she almost let out a sound.

 

…Uuu, I was wrong…

 

Not being able to see the front actually made it more unsettling, more embarrassing…

 

Is this the fear that comes from the unknown?

 

Moreover, the back is more, more ticklish than the front, even creating a numb sensation that spread all the way to her thighs.

 

Looking at Lavendia from the front makes her scared, embarrassed, unable to meet her eyes, even afraid to breathe deeply.

 

From the back creates unease, becomes more, more sensitive, even simple touches bring unstoppable shivers…

 

This is too torturous!!

 

Meanwhile Lavendia raised her head, looking at the whiteboard in the distance, confirming the measurement requirements.

 

The so-called “chest width” is the surface distance from the left armpit to the right armpit, that is, the upper chest line.

 

And “bust” is the circumference of one horizontal circle around the chest, measuring the fullest circumference… I see.

 

The reason both values need to be measured is probably due to the detailed requirements for the chest measurements when making the dress.

 

Hmm, there’s a note attached below the diagram.

 

Lavendia looked closely, it was Aurora’s handwritten annotation.

 

“Note: To ensure the entire process of making clothes is wholesome, healthy, and suitable for all ages, we will maintain a clothed state during measurements. Naturally, there will be errors in the details, but these errors are within the teacher’s expectations and acceptable!”

 

“That is: no need to obsess over details, everything is for passing the inspection check!”

 

“…”

 

Thought it was some important content, but it turned out to be such a long string of nonsense.

 

Lavendia withdrew her gaze and said to Claire, who had curled up into a ball: “Young Lady, please raise your arms. Can’t measure like this.”

 

Claire had her arms curled up protecting her chest, in a heavily defensive posture.

 

Hearing this, she blinked, face red as she exhaled: “…Oh right.”

 

Looking very unwilling as she slowly lowered her arms.

 

Lavendia guided the measuring tape, wrapping it around Claire’s chest in a circle, fixing it in place at the back.

 

“First measuring chest width, Young Lady Claire…”

 

Lavendia tilted her head, wanting to confirm if the measuring tape was in the correct position.

 

But because she was taller than Claire, looking down from behind like this…

 

The snow-white lace-trimmed off-shoulder dress’s wrapping effect on soft and small things… was actually quite good.

 

Lavendia’s ears suddenly felt a bit hot.

 

In that moment of unexpectedly getting an eyeful, she briefly regained a bit of rationality.

 

This was really too disrespectful.

 

Really very disrespectful, you shouldn’t be like this, Lavendia… what are you doing.

 

Lavendia straightened up, seriously reflecting on herself.

 

However, as the measuring tape loosened, Claire suddenly let out a small whimper: “Uu!”

 

“What’s wrong Young Lady, does it hurt somewhere?” Lavendia quickly asked.

 

Claire’s earlobes were red like rubies. Her eyes contained a hint of moisture, wanting to raise her arms to protect her chest, yet barely holding back. Slightly turning her head, her voice trembling as she complained:

 

“You, you, you, are you even measuring properly! The measuring tape rubbing back and forth like this is very, very ticklish!”

 

…Sorry.

 

But it’s really hard not to be disrespectful…