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

**The Reincarnated Villainess and Her Noble Sister: Chapter 46 - Accidentally Inappropriate** In the dim, silent etiquette class, Claire continued to endure what felt like torture designed just for her. The whiteboard displayed the next measurement task: shoulder width. "From the endpoint of the left shoulder through the 7th cervical vertebra to the endpoint of the right shoulder." Laetitia eyed Claire’s shoulders, pondering. Where exactly is the 7th cervical vertebra... Claire’s dress was a unique off-shoulder design, with the crisp lace trim aligning perfectly with her collarbones, exposing smooth, rounded shoulders that sparked the imagination. Yet below the lace were adorable puff sleeves and a bow, balancing out the sensuality with innocence and charm. Unsure of the 7th vertebra’s location, Laetitia figured measuring shoulders couldn’t be too hard. Laetitia extended the measuring tape, pressing one end with her index finger on Claire’s left shoulder, extending it to the right. ... Claire's shoulders were so narrow, as were her collarbones, seemingly fragile enough to break with the slightest touch. So slender, and she’s so petite too. Laetitia silently wondered, does she really eat properly? With Laetitia looming over her, Claire had no choice but to hold her breath once again. The measuring tape hovered around her collarbones like a warning line. Claire struggled hard to resist the urge to lean back. It’s okay, it’ll be over soon…! I’ll endure this, just watch! However, a lace bow decoration on Claire’s chest obstructed Laetitia’s measuring efforts. Laetitia attempted to flatten the bow, but it wouldn’t stay down. The tape couldn’t fully conform to Claire’s skin, hindered by the bow. This would definitely result in inaccuracies. After some brief consideration, Laetitia said, “Miss Claire, please turn around.” Turn around, …? How could she casually expose her back to an opponent? It’s too risky! But what else could Claire do? She was just a weak, pitiful villainess. She consoled herself: maybe not facing Laetitia would ease her nerves? Her heart was racing purely because Laetitia was so intimidating, surely! Let’s cooperate as much as possible, get through all the measurements quickly, and end this fast! Claire took a deep breath, obediently turned around, and faced the corner. Blushing, she focused on the blank wall ahead of her. Why, why isn’t there even a wallpaper or a painting? Anything to distract me... Ah, here’s the sound of the measuring tape unfurling. It's coming. Okay, it’s just shoulder width, no problem. Measure quickly, and be done with it— Claire thought she was mentally prepared. She lowered her head, shoulders tightening slightly, bracing herself for the cold touch of the tape. However, the cold sensation never came. She felt warmth instead, as someone gently touched the back of her neck. Laetitia’s fingertips were warm. She softly swept aside the stray hairs on Claire's nape, her touch igniting small tremors across the neck’s skin. Then she gently pressed her fingers on a slight protrusion on the neck. “The 7th cervical vertebra…” “Should be this small raised bone.” Laetitia whispered, her breath landing on Claire’s ear. The warmth and ticklish sensation seemed to... have more impact than facing her head-on. Claire shuddered, unsure if it was embarrassment from the touch on her neck or if Laetitia’s voice startled her. Laetitia thought, Claire resembled a frightened kitten, with the scruff being pinched, shivering pitifully in the air, curling up her little tail. Adorable. The slender, jade-like neck was as exquisite as a doll's. Compelled to touch it a bit more. “What are you doing!” It tickled too much; Claire couldn’t help but exclaim angrily, “Are you measuring or not!” “Apologies, Miss Claire.” Laetitia blinked, a smirk barely contained at her lips. Retracting her fingers, she swapped them for the cooler measuring tape, extending it from Claire’s left shoulder to the right, lightly securing it. Her arms around Claire felt like an embrace while maintaining a tantalizing distance... This almost-touching sensation was unbearably enticing. Successfully obtaining Claire's shoulder width. “Next is… chest width and bust measurement.” Laetitia said, “Let's measure from the back, shall we?” “How, how could there be an issue?” Claire answered stiffly, “Stop wasting time, get on with it!” Only Claire knew that when Laetitia checked the shoulder width data, her hair brushed against Claire’s nape and back, tickling so much it nearly made her yelp. …Oh no, wrong move… Not seeing Laetitia’s face was even more unnerving and embarrassing... Is this the fear of the unknown? Plus, her back is more sensitive than the front, with the ticklish tingling spreading right down her legs. Facing Laetitia brings fear, shyness, and an unwillingness to meet her gaze, even to breathe deeply. Yet from behind, the anxiety grows, sensitivity heightens, a mere touch triggering irrepressible quakes... What torture!! Laetitia looked up, confirming the measurements on the distant whiteboard. Chest width measures the surface distance from one armpit to the other, over the top of the chest. The bust involves a full circle measurement of the most prominent part... I see. Both measurements are likely essential for dress-making specifics in the chest area. There's a note under the reference diagram. Laetitia squinted—it was a handwritten note from Aurora. "Note: To ensure the entire process of making clothing remains proper and family-friendly, measurements will be taken in a clothed state. Naturally, this allows for certain errors, but such discrepancies fall within teachers' expectations and are acceptable!" "At all costs, don't sweat the details; everything is about passing the review!" "..." Even for providing vital information—but it’s just a load of nonsense instead. Laetitia redirected her gaze, addressing Claire who’d curled up: “Miss, you need to raise your arms for measurement.” Claire had her arms crossed protectively over her chest, stubbornly defensive. At the remark, she blinked, exhaled with flushed cheeks, “...Oh.” Reluctantly, she put her arms down slowly. Laetitia looped the measuring tape around Claire’s chest, fastening it at the back. “First, chest width, Miss Claire…” Laetitia angled her head slightly to ensure the tape’s accuracy. But seeing as she was taller than Claire, looking down from behind... The soft off-shoulder lace dress wrapped around two petite things... rather snugly. Unexpectedly flustered, she felt her ears redden. Briefly sobered, she chided herself for being discourteously inappropriate. Absolutely inappropriate, what are you doing, Laetitia... Standing upright, she contemplated her actions. When the tape loosened, Claire whimpered softly, “Uh!” “What’s the matter, Miss, does it hurt somewhere?” Laetitia hurriedly inquired. Claire’s earlobes were red as rubies. Her eyes glistened slightly, wanting to cross her arms protectively again but barely restrained. She turned her head a bit, her voice trembling as she softly protested: “You, you, are you even measuring properly! The tape’s constant brushing is really, really ticklish!” ...I apologize. But it's truly difficult to remain respectful…