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

Title: The Shift in Roles - Or Not. Chapter 48 "......" Claire took a deep breath and lifted her head. Standing before her was Lavtia, cooperating with the situation. She wore a black gown that was both elegant and solemn. Her silver hair cascaded down her waist, complementing her statuesque figure. She stood tall and graceful, like a majestic pine, exuding a commanding and aggressive aura. The dim light playing through the room added a cinematic quality to her presence. It felt like her legs stretched on for miles, and her aura extended three times as far. She seemed out of place here, more suited to be at a high-stakes bar, watching coolly from a dimly lit booth, downing a glass of flaming tequila and pulling a gun from her thigh holster… ...wait, that’s the wrong genre! Where’s the mafia in this world? We’re in a land of fantasy, sword, and magic! Claire shifted forward hesitantly, clutching a measuring tape, unsure where to start. Lavtia blinked and offered, "Please, begin, Miss Claire." Her voice was calm, her gaze candid, devoid of any ulterior motives. …Damn it, is this the composure and coolness of a true protagonist? I was so embarrassed just now, it's terribly ticklish, and it’s hard not to make odd noises… It feels like I’ve been teased. I refuse to believe my sister would be unshaken doing this! Suddenly, anger ignited within Claire, courage rising alongside it. It's not just about completing the system task; there needs to be a little payback here. That's right, revenge! Re... revenge... Measure... what was I supposed to measure again? Where do I start? Lavtia casually reminded, "The first item is the neck circumference." “!?” Claire quickly recovered, “Of course I know that!” Lavtia smiled softly. To match Claire’s height, she took a couple of steps closer and gently lowered her head. For some reason, the simple act of bowing carried an elegance akin to a knight's salute, or perhaps it was as if she awaited an accolade from Claire. She gracefully moved her long hair aside, revealing a creamy, slender neck. "......" Claire wouldn't admit she had swallowed nervously. Standing on tiptoe, she grasped the measuring tape, and her hand trembled slightly. The system's text flashed in front of her: "A great chance, Host, seize it! Tighten it around her neck, make her uncomfortable, show her what you’re made of—!" ...There’s no way I’d do that... The neck is one of the most fragile and vulnerable parts of the human body. I have to be careful... Carefully pursing her lips, Claire encircled the tape around Lavtia’s neck, softly clasping it. Her movements were gentle, ensuring Lavtia felt no discomfort. It was almost as if she was adorning her with a tie, or a necklace. As Claire bent her head to verify the measurement, Lavtia suddenly lifted her gaze slightly, her eyelashes curving in a graceful arc, looking up from below. Claire asked nervously, “Did I... did I squeeze too hard?” Lavtia’s voice was soft, "No, Miss Claire, not at all." "Quite the opposite... I thought you'd be a bit more forceful." There was an almost imperceptible hint of mirth in Lavtia's eyes. "Is it possible you’re... nervous?" ...Damn it. "What are you talking about? Why would I be nervous!" Claire raised her voice for confidence, “I’ll get on with it!” She hastily jotted down an inaccurate figure for the neck circumference. Next was the shoulder width. Holding her breath, Claire stole a glance at Lavtia. Was it a misperception, or could she see a hint of anticipation on Lavtia’s normally calm, poker face? Was she... was she actually looking forward to this? What is she expecting! Gritting her teeth, Claire measured from Lavtia’s left shoulder to her right. As the system kept suggesting to randomly jot down figures, Claire thought recklessly... However, Lavtia, being diligent and conscientious, took tasks from her teachers seriously. And she clearly wasn't about to let Claire cheat through it. “This isn’t an accurate measurement method, Miss Claire.” Lavtia leaned in closer, pressing her shoulders against the measuring tape Claire held. Claire’s fingers brushed against her shoulder, the smooth warmth feeling like a burn, causing her hand to jerk. Lavtia noted this, and whispered into Claire’s ear— "To be precise, you need close contact." "Just like... I demonstrated earlier." Claire nearly dropped the tape. Damn it, why does it have to be like this? I was embarrassed when she measured me. Now that I'm doing it to her, why am I still the embarrassed one...!! This isn’t fair! The system continued to scroll line after line. "Host, Host, muster your villainous spirit!" "How can you let her underestimate you? Is it okay for your aura to be so lacking?" "Consider using some villain energy to bolster yourself, it’s highly recommended here..." Enough already!! You’re not the one stuck with the leading lady demanding to be measured! This pressure makes it hard to breathe! Claire angrily ignored the system's jabbering. Taking a deep breath, she jotted down the shoulder width, retreated a couple of steps, and escaped Lavtia's overwhelming aura. "No, I don’t need you to say that!" She bluffed loudly, "Besides, for correct measurements, shouldn’t you be facing away? Don’t take me for a fool!" Lavtia blinked, but didn’t get angry. She smiled lightly, stepping back two paces, turning towards the wall like Claire had done. Her gown was backless, a spill of long hair revealing glimpses of smooth, fair skin beneath. Beautiful. Suddenly, Claire felt like she hit the jackpot. "Apologies, Miss Claire, just a joke." Lavtia chuckled, "Please continue." Claire patted her chest, calming her racing heart. Ah, dear absent male leads. Would you believe I’ve already taken such strides before your debut! Though it seems vengeance against Lavtia, making her equally embarrassed, is doomed to fail... Nonetheless, in any case, I’ve already won a significant victory! Moreover, with her turned around, that dominant protagonist aura has weakened considerably. Time to steady myself and carry on! With determination, Claire advanced, boldly unfurling the tape measure! Thus, she cautiously set about capturing the remaining measurements. Bust. Waist. Arm span, hip... ... As time ticked by. In the dim chamber, Claire wiped away beads of sweat, feeling somewhat disarrayed. How could this be... Lavtia, that woman, why isn’t she embarrassed at all? Just moments ago, my wrist felt the unmistakable weight of her bosom… And while measuring her waist, I couldn’t resist tickling her side a bit! Being this close, the scent of her hair filled the air, turning my face a deep shade of red again. Yet Lavtia remained utterly composed! Aside from the occasional breath hitch when touched, there’s no apparent reaction…! As if she’s merely endured a cat’s playful pats. No shy or mortified expressions; by the end, did her gaze appear even more expectant? Could it be my imagination? What is going on? The leading lady isn’t ticklish, isn’t embarrassed, nor does she feel my pressure... Am my presence really that lacking? Claire felt a wave of unprecedented defeat wash over her. She bowed her head wearily, murmuring, “I think the measurements are done.” And Lavtia turned around, curling her lips into a slight smile. Her gaze on Claire held something Claire couldn’t quite decipher. “Well done, Miss Claire.”