So You've Become a Villainess: an (Otome) Isekai Raising Project

Nice and neat result for bloody work.


It wasn't even a question. You were going to be blood sisters with Bridgette.

Not only were you one who always listened to cries of a gallant heart, having someone who would take a bullet for you when all your roads led to doom was indispensable. You weren't going to take advantage of Bridgette or anything, but you gotta do what you gotta do to keep living.

Living is nice.

You'd like to do as much of it in this world, or in general, as possible.

<Flashy>: "Don't ignore the power wrapping a princess around your finger would bring, dahling."

<Sensible>: "Don't make us sound like a creep, Flashy."

<Artsy>: "It's not creepy at all, Sensy. Just think of it as the little princess appreciating the female form~"

<Sensible>: "...I don't know if that's better."

With tbe determination of Caeser crossing the Rubicon, you take hold of Bridgette's trapezius muscles. "I'll do it."

Bridgette blushes, then beams. "Hells yeah! We'll be unstoppable, Big Sis!"

You rub your nose and exhale with pride. "We're already pretty hard to stop."

"Yeah, but I mean blood bonds grant power based on how much you care about someone," Bridgette says, eyes cast down. "And I care about you a whole lot."

"Just caring?" you tease.

"S'blood, girl," Bridgette roars. "Are you trying to get me to say I wish you were gonna be my princess instead of Elder Brother's?"

<Flashy>: "Hook, line, and sinker."

<Sensible>: "...I know we've picked up girlcrushes since grade school, but to do it in another world? In another body?"

<Sporty>: "I hope she turns into one of those competitive rival crushes, those are the most fun!"

You give her the cheeky monkey smile. "Yep! Nothing wrong with girls liking girls."

Bridgette panics, almost falling out of the alcove with her flailing. "But that's forbidden love! Magic would make it so we could produce an heir but we're both still young and it'd break Elder Brother's heart and Father would disown me and I'd have to raise a rebel army and it'd be an insurrection and and and-"

You shake her back to reality. "Buri. Breathe. We don't have to go that far. Blood Sisters first, then the other stuff."

"Oh. Right," she says. "The ritual's pretty simple, actually." She pulls an ornate switchblade out from her dress and flicks it open with practiced ease. "Just gotta prick your pinky and mix that blood with the person you're swearing the oath to."

"So It's a more hardcore pinky promise," you ask. "Neat!"

"Yeah, actually." Bridgette pokes her pinky with the blade and winces. A tiny jewel of blood wells up. She tosses you the switchblade. "Your turn."

<Brainy>: "This girl better not have any blood borne pathogens..."

You nick your pinky with the blade and watch your own blood flow. It reminds you of playgrounds and skinned knees, only this time you don't cry.

Bridgette presses your hand to hers. "In the name of Sophia Madim, may this blood form an unbreakable crimson bond between us. Until my last breath, my heart shall beat as hers. O Heiliger, schreibe unseren Vertrag mit Blut und Eisen!"

Your pulse quickens as chains of cherry-red light lash you and Bridgette together. They melt into your skin with a hearth's warmth, pulsating with a second heartbeat. Your AR display fizzles behind your eyes from the overwhelming power of Heavenly magic.

<Sensible>: "Welp. No wonder our magic teacher didn't want us messing with this."

<Brainy>: "Yes...hahaha...YES! POWER! MORE POWER!"

With the clank of steel and metallic sparks, the ritual completes. Bridgette has moved to full-on fingers interlaced hand holding with you.

"...Hey Big Sis?"

"Yeah, Bridgette?"

She rests against you, the ritual having exhausted her. "Can I just stay like this for awhile?"

Your hair wraps around her in silent assent.


<Sporty>: "Woo! We won! What did we win?"

<Emo>: "A maelstrom of trouble, ufufu..."

<Brainy>: "We won a portion of the source code of reality! There is no maelstrom but the one we can call down!"

<Sensible>: "I have a can of beer and I know how to use it, Brainy."

You bask in the afterglow of magical power and being confessed to until a mascot-looking bat smashes into your face. You, it, and Bridgette spill out of the alcove; your petticoats cushion the fall.

"Grace X Bridgette?" the bat chirps in Lily's voice. "Now that's a novel ship!"

Bridgette leaps to her feet. "S'blood, that bat can talk!" She took her switchblade back and is threatening the bat with it.

"Talk nothing," you say, leaping up to your feet perfectly despite the criminal levels of floof you're on. "That bat can ship! Lily, how do you know what shipping is?"

"Probs the same way you do, milady," the Lily bat says, before transforming back to her human form.

"How'd you find us?" You ask.

Lily pulls at the corner of her mouth to show her fangs. "I can smell blood. Spooky Darkling powers."

You tilt your head in confusion. "How do you know what my blood smells like?"

She giggles, winks, and sticks out her tongue. "I don't, actually. But you seem like a sweet girl, so I sniffed out the sweetest blood." She sniffs the air. "Ooh, blood magic! Fresh, too."

Bridgette blushes and scoots away from you, her switchblade still trained on Lily. You smile sheepishly.

Lily nods, not at all fazed by the knife in her direction. "I won't pry." Her stomach growls. "But that sweetness I still smell has me craving some cake."

"I'm always ready for cake!" You say with renewed vigor.

"Cake would be good," Bridgette mumbles as she sneaks glances at you.


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