Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Sister’s Direct Fishing

 

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“Alright, anyway, take it off!”

 

A resounding command.

 

The maids hadn’t returned yet, and in Claire’s room, there were only her and Lavendia.

 

Last time when she walked into this room, Lavendia only had hostility and wariness towards Claire.

 

After spending these few days together, she had gradually lowered her guard against Claire.

 

But letting her guard down was one thing, Young Lady Claire’s command…

 

Was somewhat ambiguous.

 

“Take off…”

 

Lavendia tilted her head slightly.

 

Her hair was still dripping water, falling onto the light pink carpet in Claire’s room, seeping into peony-shaped water stains.

 

Claire glanced at it, her face getting redder.

 

“No, no objections allowed, hurry and take it off, we’re short on time!”

 

Lavendia couldn’t help but want to laugh.

 

One moment timid, the next suddenly becoming very assertive.

 

So this was what people meant when they said “Young Lady Claire is moody.”

 

Meanwhile, Claire looked at the sky, the ground, left and right, anywhere but at Lavendia.

 

There was no help for it, Lavendia’s dress was completely soaked, clinging to her body, almost creating a translucent effect…

 

Come to think of it, isn’t this a proper wet clothes scene?

 

That snowy white chest, the shape of those hips, the lines of those thighs, this, this faintly visible skin tone…

 

Is this something someone my age should be seeing?

 

Is this something someone at my favorability rating level should be seeing!

 

It feels like just looking would require taking responsibility! Otherwise, I’d be tied to a stake by the protagonist and done this and that before being burned to death!

 

There shouldn’t be that kind of plot, right? Right?

 

Claire chanted ‘don’t look at improper things’ in her mind, and simply closed her eyes, speaking loudly to boost her courage.

 

“We, we’re in a hurry, Sophia is still waiting at the carriage, there’s no time to waste with you!”

 

“Even if you don’t want to, there’s no choice! This dress is unwearable anyway, whether you want to take it off or not, you have to—”

 

But Lavendia interrupted her with a light laugh.

 

“It’s fine, Young Lady Claire.”

 

“I’ll take it off.”

 

Claire’s face was so red, it wasn’t clear who was being taken advantage of.

 

Compared to her, Lavendia herself was actually the more composed and open-minded one.

 

She raised her arms, reaching behind her neck, first removing the collar.

 

Then she bent down, pushing aside the damp skirt, revealing snow-white, smooth thighs, and with a click, unfastened the leg band.

 

Claire covered her eyes, but “accidentally” left a gap between her fingers, accidentally peeking through the gaps twice.

 

Lavendia held the collar and leg band in her hand, straightened up, and looked straight over.

 

Her gaze was calm, but seemed to carry a hint of teasing.

 

…It felt like sister was fishing, but Claire had no proof.

 

Claire could only stubbornly nitpick:

 

“I, I said we need to hurry, why are you taking things off in this order?”

 

Lavendia blinked, saying in a normal tone: “Ah, for the dress, I need Young Lady Claire’s help.”

 

Claire lowered her hands, blinking in confusion.

 

Lavendia quietly turned around, facing away from Claire.

 

There really was a zipper on the back of the dress, the craftsmanship was so delicate that it couldn’t be seen without looking carefully.

 

The zipper pull was a small moon.

 

The zipper was placed quite high, looking indeed difficult to remove by oneself…

 

Lavendia took the initiative to brush aside her long hair, saying softly, “Then I’ll trouble the Young Lady.”

 

Because her hair was all wet, although she had brushed it aside, there were still several strands of silver hair sticking to her neck, arms, and back.

 

Like plant veins, like patterns on butterfly wings.

 

There was a kind of damp fragility, and… particularly sensual, particularly bewitching.

 

Claire couldn’t help but softly swallow.

 

It’s, it’s just helping a beautiful girl pull down a zipper, be brave, Claire!

 

『Detecting host’s accelerated heart rate, host, please mind your conduct.』

 

“Haha, I think my conduct is very proper.”

 

『Really, what is the host doing right now?』

 

“You might not believe what I’m about to say.”

 

“I’m trying to bully the protagonist by stripping off her clothes.”

 

『…』

 

After deflecting the system, Claire took a deep breath to steady herself.

 

She reached out her hand, grasped that moon-shaped zipper, and gently, slowly, pulled it down.

 

The soft black fabric, following her movement, obediently parted to both sides, gradually revealing Lavendia’s fair skin on her back.

 

Like peeling off the rough skin of a fruit to reveal the pristine white flesh.

 

Her own action of pulling down the zipper was like a ship sailing at night, parting the black waves, with warm currents of milk and honey flowing out from the center of the sea…

 

The visual impact of black and white carried an inherently pulse-racing ambiguous atmosphere.

 

Lavendia’s back was flawless and pristine, with skin like congealed cream.

 

The shape of her shoulder blades was also as exquisite as an artwork.

 

Further down, one could faintly see the slightly indented dimples above her hips, seemingly holding a spoonful of moonlight.

 

This is… a girl’s back…

 

So beautiful.

 

Really, really want to touch it.

 

Claire, red-faced, stretched out one finger, with some curiosity, and gently poked Lavendia’s waist.

 

Hmm, seems like there’s no reaction.

 

Sister really isn’t ticklish?

 

This dress, surprisingly doesn’t have a lining… quite, quite fabric-saving.

 

Then, further down…

 

Lavendia suddenly gave a light cough.

 

Claire snapped back to reality, violently shaking her head.

 

— No no no, can’t go any further down!

 

That was close, almost got bewitched to another world by sister’s back…!

 

She hurriedly stepped back twice, patting her burning cheeks with pat-pat sounds.

 

“This, this should be good, right? You can take off the rest yourself!”

 

Lavendia turned around, looking apparently composed, only her eyes showing some unclear darkness.

 

She curved her lips slightly, saying softly: “Thank you, Young Lady Claire.”

 

『Host, why is she even thanking you?』

 

“Never mind that, you wouldn’t understand, it’s too complicated.”

 

Claire covered her eyes again.

 

This finger gap was due to force majeure… absolutely no intention of trying to peek!

 

Lavendia bent down and took off her completely soaked dress.

 

Skin like congealed cream, a lotus emerging from water.

 

The young lady’s figure was delicately proportioned, quite attractive.

 

When the white rabbits were released, they seemed to bounce slightly.

 

Claire doubted her own eyes. But she hadn’t seen wrong, they really did bounce…

 

Moreover, they seemed to have turned red from being confined.

 

Poor Claire, Lavendia’s bust size was indeed written too small. This must have been quite uncomfortable…

 

Lavendia herself also let out a slight breath of relief.

 

She hadn’t noticed while wearing the dress, only realizing after taking it off that the dress size wasn’t completely right, making it a bit hard to breathe.

 

— “Knock knock knock.”

 

Just as Claire’s mind was wandering, there came a knock at the door.

 

It was the maids returning with a pile of things.

 

Claire’s spirits lifted: “Perfect timing!”