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

Rollercoaster, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!


It was close, but you just have to figure out how an isekai rollercoaster works. And besides, a Ferris Wheel felt a little too Tokimeki Memoral for your tastes. Yeah, Camille liked you a lot and Tanya seems to like you more by the second, but the vibes might not be right. Especially not after Bridgette's blood pact.

"Rollercoaster," you say decisively.

Camille's eyes light up. Tanya watches Camille's eyes light up and hooks elbows with him. It looks like she slapped cuffs on him.

"If It's a rollercoaster, I'll accompany this one," Tanya says. She gives you a wry look. "Can't have a potential suitor see you being unsightly, your eminence."

<Sensible> "Playful barbs hiding her own adoration while unearthing another's? This isn't just tsundere; this is advanced tsundere."

<Sporty> "Is that like an advanced playmaker?"

<Flashy> "More like a wing-girl, dahling~"

<Sporty> "Oh, gotcha! Wait, that could be a wingback, wing-mid, or wing-forward though?"

You zone out for a bit while your yous argue the finer points of wingwomen in soccer, during which Camille stammers and blushes. He manages to bark out something like a laugh as his machismo soft reboots.

"Who would have a crush on their student?" Camille finally blurts out.

"Who would get this nervous and flustered over a mere student?" Tanya replies.

Camille tenses up like he took a chop to the chest. His eyes dart everywhere but towards you, before he slouches and mumbles something.

Tanya, satisfied by his subvocalizations, drags him over to the rollercoaster.

"She's got a lot of strength for how petite her frame is," your maid says, offering you a hand. "Shall we go, Young Mistress?"

You take her hand. "Sure, unless you have more cake or think we'll get jumped by assassins on the way."

"The security for the Claudius estate is impeccable, Young Mistress," your maid says, leading you to the rollercoaster. "And double tight for this event." She nods over to innocuous looking service workers in black sunglasses, who nod back with military terseness.

"Neat," you say. "I've always wanted my own security detail. Ooh, can we do the 'Miss President, get down' thing? I've always wanted to do that!"

"The point of a security detail is so you don't have to, Young Mistress," she says.

You pout. "Well yeah, but it's still a cool thing I wanna try."

She pulls you into a close hug. "We'll do the bit later, okay?"

Your hair hugs her back. "Heck yeah. I wanna do the bit for you too. Think of it as prepping for the worst, or something."

Your maid looks up in thought. "Honestly, that wouldn't be a bad idea. Things have already deviated so far from OBV we may be entering into uncharted waters."

You look up at her. "If It's uncharted," you say, punching the air, "we just gotta chart it with full effort at full throttle!"

Your maid laughs and pats you on the head. "Ye gods I missed your enthusiasm, Acchan. I'll do my best to keep up."


You meet back up with the others at the rollercoaster, the screams of its riders heralding your arrival. The rollercoaster is much taller than you expected; your toes tingle with excitement as you gawk at its height. When you touch the enchanted wood comprising the track, your fingers tingle, too. Cherry-red sparks crackle like static from where you touched.

"Be careful with that," Tanya says. "A Sophia Shadim enchantment of this level is loaded with potentially volatile energy."

"It's not like I'm licking it," you tell her.

Camille rubs his chin. "How come licking was the first place you went?"

"It's a long story," you tell him. "Too long for the wait to cover."

"Well tell me about it sometime," he says. "I told you about the thing with your practice dresses, so it's only fair."

Tanya and your maid say "Come again?" in unison.

"Hey, we're next in line!" Camille says, deploying the Subject-changing Prana. He hops in the closest cart, a repurposed sleigh in Claudius crimson and gold filigree, and straps himself in with rope.

Tanya casually, yet thoroughly inspects the cart, the track, and the safety equipment, before taking a seat next to Camille.

"You know I can just make you talk while we're here, right?" She says, bringing down the iron safety bar.

Camille gulps. "The Asuka Family never divulges secrets to the enemy!"

Tanya gives him a wicked little smile. "And the Schwartzwald Family never ceases until the job is done."

You remember that line, and the mad smile CG accompanying it, and shudder. Casual recollection of Fall From Grace or Our Bloody Valentine doesn't trigger full blown panic attacks anymore, but you still feel Death's bony finger run along your spine when it happens.

"Young Mistress, the ride is about to start!" Your maid pats the red velvet seat next to her. "It's not like you to dilly-dally."

You shake the cobwebs out and hop-slide into the seat next to her. She makes sure you're fastened in tightly, as an off-brand Moogle explains the safety precautions. It's nothing you haven't heard before.

Once he's done, the sleigh carts lurch to life with a spray of red and green sparks. You and everyone else go up ever so slowly, long enough for the tingle in your toes to start climbing too. Your maid cluches your skirt, her ever-calm face stretched with a little fear.

By the time you reach the coaster's zenith, the tingling's reached your head. You have to keep from screaming with exuberance before the drop even happens. Your feet are tapping, your hair is shimmying, you're vibrating in your seat.

The cart hovers on the edge for a breathless moment.

You explode in delighted squeals a half-second before the drop. You don't stop screaming through cutbacks and corkscrews, loops and inversions. Your maid screams with you, her fear turning to jubilation.

After scores of seconds speed sweetly by, the ride is over.

Your face is locked in a smile so big your cheeks hurt. Your hair exploded out of its twintails somewhere during the ride; it falls around you like a gold-spun cape, just kissing the ground.

Your maid's got her hand to her chest, she's trying to gather her composure. Camille and Tanya catch up with you. Camille's got the shakes of someone who wants to ride again, Tanya is calm like a bomb.

"That was like walking into a tiger's den," Camille says, voice cracking with excitement.

You clasp the shoulder of a fellow coaster enjoyer. "I know, right?"

He puts his hand over yours, with no fear of girlpox. "We gotta go again!"

Tanya shakes her head and snickers. "You two look like fools, smiling so hard. I've clearly failed at hiding her eminence's more uncouth looks." She's got a crooked, but genuine smile on, herself. "So I can't really stop you, now can I?"

Your maid makes a slow down gesture. "Give me a moment to catch my breath, Young Mistress. I'll catch up later."

You nod happily. "Kay!"

You run over to get back in line with Camille, only to come across a set of teen mean girls bullying a younger looking child on the way. A closer look reveals it's Lucciano, clutching a massive toy rabbit.

The girls are pointedly not dressed in your overwhelming floof, instead wearing shiny, slim dresses that wouldn't be out of place back home on some new money brats. There's three of them: one short and brash with explosive pom-pom hair, one plump with glasses, braids, and a pained expression, and one built like a Street Fighter supermodel, with cold red eyes and platinum hair almost as long as yours. You've seen enough teen movies to know that last one's the leader.

They've all crowded around Lucciano with ill intent.


[What do you do?]
[ ] Punch the leader in the face. [Sporty++]
[ ] Assert social dominance like a proper noble. [Sensible+, Brainy+]
[ ] Smooth things over with your charming personality. [Flashy++]
[ ] Hijack the situation by doing something silly [Artsy++]
[ ] Join in on the bullying <Sporty> "Not cool, dude."