Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 48

Chapter 48: The Roles Reversed! But Not Really

 

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“…”

 

Claire took a deep breath and looked up.

 

Lavendia stood cooperatively in front of her.

 

She wore an elegant and solemn black dress, her silver hair falling to her waist, with a beautiful figure, standing gracefully like a tall pine tree, yet carrying a dominant and aggressive aura.

 

The dim light in the room shone over, giving her presence a cinematic quality.

 

It felt like Sister’s legs were 2 meters long, with an aura of 2.8 meters.

 

It seemed she shouldn’t be standing here, but rather sitting in a dimly lit bar booth, looking over with cold eyes, finishing the glass of flaming tequila, pulling out a gun from the holster on her thigh…

 

…No, wrong setting, where did the mafia come from! We’re doing western fantasy and swords and magic here!

 

Claire held the measuring tape, inching closer to Lavendia step by step, feeling somewhat at a loss where to begin.

 

Lavendia blinked and took the initiative to say, “Please begin, Young Lady Claire.”

 

Her voice was calm, and her gaze was open, appearing focused without any inappropriate thoughts.

 

…Damn, so composed, is this the composure and ease of the female protagonist?

 

I was so embarrassed earlier, after all it really tickled, was really embarrassing, and I couldn’t help making strange sounds… I feel like I was teased.

 

I don’t believe if it was Sister’s turn, she wouldn’t be affected at all!

 

Claire suddenly felt anger rising from her heart, with mischievous thoughts emerging.

 

Not only to complete the system’s task, but also to find a way to get a little revenge.

 

Yes, revenge!

 

Re, revenge…

 

Mea… measure what again? Where to start measuring?

 

Lavendia calmly reminded her: “The first thing is neck circumference.”

 

“!?” Claire quickly said: “Of course I know that!”

 

Lavendia smiled gently.

 

To accommodate Claire’s height, she took two steps forward and slightly lowered her head.

 

Somehow, even just a lowering of the head was done so elegantly, almost like a knight’s bow, or as if waiting for Claire to bestow her with honors.

 

Then she even took the initiative to raise her hand, brushing aside her long hair that was in the way, revealing her fair and slender neck.

 

“…”

 

Claire wouldn’t admit that she secretly swallowed.

 

She stood on her tiptoes, her hands holding the measuring tape trembling slightly.

 

The system’s subtitles flashed before her eyes: 『Good chance, host, good chance!!! Quickly strangle her neck hard, make her suffer, let her know your power—!』

 

…How could I do something like that…

 

The throat is the most vulnerable and dangerous part of the human body.

 

Must be careful…

 

Claire pursed her lips, carefully wrapping the measuring tape around Lavendia’s neck, gently securing it.

 

Her movements were very gentle, not causing Lavendia any discomfort, almost like putting on a tie or necklace for her.

 

Just as Claire lowered her head to carefully check the measurements, Lavendia suddenly raised her eyes slightly, her eyelashes curving in a beautiful arc, looking up at her from below.

 

Claire nervously asked, “Did I, did I strangle you?”

 

Lavendia’s voice was very soft: “No, Young Lady, not at all.”

 

“On the contrary… I thought you would use more force.”

 

There seemed to be a barely noticeable hint of amusement in Lavendia’s eyes. “Could it be… that you’re nervous?”

 

…Damn it.

 

“What are you talking about? What do I have to be nervous about!” Claire raised her voice to encourage herself: “I’m continuing!”

 

Hurriedly recording a not-so-accurate number in the neck circumference column.

 

Next was shoulder width.

 

Claire held her breath, mustering up courage to make eye contact with Lavendia.

 

Was it an illusion, how could she vaguely see a hint of eager anticipation from that cold and calm poker face?

 

Is, is she looking forward to it? What exactly is she looking forward to!

 

Claire forced herself forward, forcefully pulling the measuring tape open, measuring from Lavendia’s left shoulder to right shoulder.

 

Since the system kept clamoring about filling in random data, might as well just measure carelessly… she thought defeatedly.

 

However, Lavendia was a serious and rigorous person, who took the teacher’s assigned tasks very seriously.

 

Obviously not planning to let Claire get away with being sloppy.

 

“This measurement method isn’t standard at all, Young Lady Claire.”

 

While speaking, Lavendia leaned forward, actively pressing her shoulders against Claire’s outstretched measuring tape.

 

Claire’s fingers touched her shoulders, clearly feeling smooth and warm, yet as if burned, her fingertips suddenly trembled.

 

Lavendia saw this and softly said in Claire’s ear—

 

“It needs to be tight against the body to measure accurately.”

 

“Just like… what I did earlier.”

 

Claire almost couldn’t hold the measuring tape anymore.

 

Damn it, why is it like this.

 

When she measured me earlier, I was the one being embarrassed.

 

Now that I’m measuring her, why, why am I still the one being embarrassed…!!

 

This isn’t fair!

 

The system was still scrolling subtitles line by line.

 

『Host, oh host, quickly show your villainess spirit!』

 

『Are you okay with being looked down upon by her? How can the aura difference be so big?』

 

『Consider using the Villainess Point to help, highly recommended here…』

 

So annoying!!

 

It’s not like you’re the one having the female protagonist pressed against you demanding measurements! This pressure makes it hard for me to even breathe!

 

Claire angrily ignored the system’s noise.

 

She took a deep breath, recorded the shoulder width data with a red face, and immediately stepped back two steps, away from Lavendia’s pressure.

 

“Don’t, don’t tell me what to do!”

 

She bluffed: “Besides, you should turn around for the correct measurement method! Don’t treat me like an idiot, okay!”

 

Lavendia blinked, not getting angry.

 

She smiled slightly, quietly stepped back two steps, and like Claire earlier, moved closer to the wall and turned around.

 

Her dress was backless, and through the cascading long hair, one could vaguely see a patch of smooth fair skin on her back.

 

So, so beautiful.

 

Claire suddenly felt she was quite fortunate.

 

“Sorry, Young Lady, just joking.”

 

Lavendia chuckled: “Please continue.”

 

Claire patted her chest, calming her jumping heartbeat.

 

Hmph, you five male protagonists who have never met.

 

Bet you didn’t expect that before you even appeared, I’ve already gotten such a head start!

 

Although it seems impossible to get revenge on Lavendia, to make her embarrassed too…

 

But, anyway, in any case, I’m winning big!

 

And after she turned around, that pressure as the female protagonist also weakened considerably.

 

Let’s organize my thoughts and continue!

 

Claire marched forward valiantly, fiercely pulling out the measuring tape!

 

— Carefully measuring the remaining data with a guilty conscience but no courage to act on it.

 

Bust.

 

Waist.

 

Arm span, hip circumference…

 

…

 

Time passed minute by minute.

 

In the dim space, Claire wiped her sweat, feeling somewhat disheveled.

 

How did it turn out like this…

 

Why is it that Lavendia really isn’t embarrassed at all?

 

Even though just now, I had already felt Sister’s chest weight with my wrist…

 

And when measuring her waist, even secretly tickled her side when she wasn’t paying attention!

 

Because we were so close, I could constantly smell the fragrance from Sister’s hair, Claire felt her face becoming red again.

 

But Lavendia actually, actually remained completely composed!

 

Except for occasionally when sensitive spots were touched, her breathing seemed to become slightly heavier, there was basically no reaction…!

 

It’s like, like just being stepped on by a little kitten.

 

Not only did she not show an embarrassed expression, towards the end, her eyes seemed to become even more expectant? Was Claire really not seeing things?

 

What exactly is going on!

 

The female protagonist isn’t ticklish at all, isn’t embarrassed at all, and, and doesn’t feel any pressure from me…

 

Do, do I really have so little presence?

 

Claire felt attacked by an unprecedented sense of defeat.

 

She tiredly lowered her head, saying softly: “I think I’ve measured everything.”

 

While Lavendia turned around, slightly curling her lips.

 

In her gaze towards Claire, there seemed to be something Claire couldn’t quite understand.

 

“Good work, Young Lady.”