Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord Act 5 [Parts 1 to 3] by Satori Tanabata

Author:Satori Tanabata
Language: eng
Format: epub

I stood there for a while, imagining myself doing things I would never do and feeling sickened by those thoughts. After some time had passed, whatever they’d been doing to me was finished at last.

“We’re done now,” announced the boss lady.

“I’m getting out of this,” I insisted. “I want to change. Please hurry.”

“All right, all right...” The owner sighed. “Some customers don’t even want to move away from the mirror...”

These last moments were the worst part of it all. I’d been enduring this torture for so much time, and my freedom was finally within my reach. The final seconds ticking by made me the most frantic to be free.

I rushed the ladies from behind as they slowly led me away from the fitting room. I wanted to get back into the casual dress I usually wore, the simplicity of which was only sort of borderline-acceptable for an aristocrat to wear. I didn’t get comments about it, but it was enough to make a classy noblewoman scowl at me.

As I walked through the store, a large reflection caught my attention. It was the mirror they’d suggested I stand in front of before going to change. I had been rushing to get out of the gown, and I wanted to rip it off my body right at this very moment, but for some reason I paused before the mirror.

It was just a regular mirror. Things were valued here much differently than they had been in Japan, which meant that in this world, this was actually quite an expensive mirror, but other than the price tag it was no different from any mirror that I’d encountered over the course of my past life. It reflected light, and it showed an image of whatever was put in front of it. It wasn’t a special mirror that might summon a fairy, nor was it cursed to show the reflection of a bloody warrior. It was just a mirror that reflected my image, that was all there was to it.

I took in my reflection. My shoulders and arms were exposed under the translucent lace. The waist was so tight that it would probably suffocate anyone else who tried to wear it. Under the tight bodice, the skirt spread out into fullness, and the lace overlaying it was worked into a pattern with dainty flowers.

The silhouette of the entire dress had surely been planned with extreme precision, and the embellishments had probably been made with extreme skill and care, but the overarching effect wasn’t something that took my breath away. I did think it was an impressive example of dressmaking, but I wasn’t particularly moved by it. I knew myself, and there was no way I would look at a wedding dress and think to myself, Oh how lovely!

Still, maybe I’ll look at it just a bit longer, I allowed. My frantic anxiety seemed to have dissipated completely.

I tried different poses, bringing my hand down to my side and up to my chest to see what felt right.

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