The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

While balancing the combat training in the morning, preparations for her exams, as well as her plans to 'destroy' her father's arrangements, Emilia truly had too much on her plate to be able to notice the minute changes in the heroine's psyche.

What she did notice, however, was that the girl was starting to learn how to use make-up.

As someone who had learned how to arrange herself into multiple types of 'appeals' quite immaculately, Emilia was intimately familiar with the intricacies of the art. Of course, with her ability to shapeshift into whatever appearance she wanted with but a thought, this expertise of hers was now only useful for others.

She couldn't help but give the heroine a smile. "Crystal is always so cute, but looks like today she tried extra hard? I don't know if I can handle it."

The heroine was well familiar with the flirtatious nature of her 'friend' by now, and normally would have just rolled her eyes, but today she couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Of course, the reason she had to start learning how to apply make-up was to conceal her haggard appearance from the lack of sleep. But how could she let Emilia know that, when she dared not reveal the reason for her insomnia?

She could only shrug it off, pretending not to understand. "D-Do I look different, how?"

Emilia blinked. 'Hey, is she being shy?'

Of course, Cynthia didn't care about the heroine's 'feelings' at all, and just rolled her eyes as she ignored her partner.

Unlike her system, Emilia certainly cared about Crystal's 'feelings', and it wasn't just because of her missions, either.

After all, these little girls who followed her around were more or less her 'friends'. They could even be considered her 'daughters', in a way. Whether it was Dixie, Crystal, Koko, Sam, or even Penny, Emilia would rather see them 'happy'.

On the condition that it wasn't with someone else, of course.

Assuming that Crystal felt 'insecure' with her 'skills', Emilia decided to console her. "Well, how about this, I'll let you practice on me after we're done with the exams, alright?"

The heroine couldn't help but splutter. "E-Eh, p-practice wh-what on you?"

Emilia tilted her head in confusion. "Your make-up skills?"

"O-Oh…"

Crystal didn't know whether she was happy or disappointed, but the rapid beating of her heart was definite proof that she wasn't calm. And it only drove her guilt deeper.

She had the feeling that her insomnia was going to get worse.

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Contrary to the heroine, a certain sis-con older sister was having the time of her life as she rode along with Emilia's plan.

Not only did she get to make the excuse to be busy with Emilia to Noelle to offload almost all of her tasks to the poor secretary, she had also managed to 'move in' with her little sister!

What was heaven, if not this?!

Of course, this was a 'secret' between the three of them.

As for who could be this 'third' person who knew of this secret between her sister and herself? Of course, it was that bastard pervert 'son-in-law' chosen by her stupid father in his 'infinite wisdom'.

But knowing that he had ended up paving the way for her instead, Samantha couldn't hold a grudge against him either.

And the reason she had 'moved in' with Emilia into her comfy little room when she had her own so close by was, of course, because it involved Emilia's 'plan'.

She didn't have all the time in the world to wait for her father to 'realize' certain things, so she had to make it so obvious that no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't deny what was 'surely happening' at all.

So she had to have Randy 'stay over' after they had become 'close enough'.

Of course, Samantha would never be able to calmly accept such a thing, but Emilia was well aware of the sis-con's true nature, and had already planned with this in mind.

"Just move everything important from your room to your study, or to my room. When 'big bro' is staying over, he'll sleep in your room, and you can come to mine. With all the doors closed, no one will really know who is where, right?"

With such a great 'proposal', of course Samantha was completely on board.

Of course, she had no intention of ever going back to her own room after the fiasco was over, because how could she sleep in the same bed that the pervert had used? At least, that's the excuse she intended to make if Emilia wanted to kick her out.

Samantha sighed in contentment as she hugged her cute little sister to sleep, completely ignoring the girl's pitifully awkward look.

Since she had such a wonderful opportunity, of course she had to take 'full advantage'. When Emilia had been trying to convince her to go along with her plans, not knowing how Samantha was jumping with joy on the inside, she had, of course, taken the chance to put forth some conditions.

One of which was to make sure that her sleeping conditions were to her liking. historical

Her poor, innocent little sister had never suspected this big bad wolf at all, and ended up agreeing without much thought.

This was why Emilia found herself in a very 'cute' nighty that Samantha liked as the older girl stuck to her like glue.

Of course, Emilia hadn't ever 'slept' with anyone but Maeve on the same bed before, and couldn't fall asleep at all. Planning for it and actually going through with it turned out to be quite different. "U-Um, Sam, I really can't fall asleep if you keep holding me so tight, you know…"

Samantha was too lost in taking deep breaths as she 'kneaded' the poor girl closer. "Ah~ How blissful!"

"Ahahaha… that's what you get for making such absurd, stupid plans!"

Emilia could only helplessly give up convincing Samantha as she started scolding Cynthia instead. 'Hmph, you think I'm suffering or something? I'll have you know, although I feel a little awkward right now, this is not a big deal at all. In fact, I can go much further! Just give me some time to adjust, and I will—'

Meanwhile, Samantha's thoughts were running in a completely different direction. 'Too bad the milky feeling from when she was just a little bun is gone, all I get from her now a faint smell of shampoo, and nothing else… Hm… I wonder, will she let me bathe her if I ask?'