Otome Iseai Yuri Saimin Villainess

The genesis of this story is from a joke wherein it was stated that Isekai Slave Harem marked the point at which Japanese stories stopped being named "the entire plot" and started being named "just the tags." If you know, you know.

Otome Isekai Yuri Saimin Villainess

, is just a continuation of that observation, wherein a story's title is the tags and also describes the entire plot. This is not intended as mockery of the Otome Isekai genre, so much as a tribute. A tribute that happens to be smut.

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ENTAMER

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Nicole felt no pain, and for some reason this surprised her. Her head was on a pillow, her body covered by a blanket. Her situation was comfortable, and that felt very wrong. Her eyes opened, and she looked up at a pink ceiling that had complex moldings in the painted plaster. It was like something from a Baroque mansion. Or like something from a fantasy world that mimicked European styles from the nineteenth century. That thought tugged on the back of her mind, and she tried to take stock of her memories. The last thing she remembered was... she'd been in a road traffic collision. Official documents weren't supposed to use the word "accident" anymore, because it implied that no one was at fault. She'd been on foot, the truck had come out of nowhere.

Everything had been replaced with pain, it was the very last thing she remembered. It suddenly made sense that it had felt deeply wrong that she was painless when she awoke. She must be in a hospital, but she couldn't imagine being able to afford a hospital with ceilings like that.

Her

insurance would never pay for that kind of treatment, maybe the truck driver had had to pay out? She brought her arm out from the covers and placed her hand in front of her face. The image was sharp, she was seeing more clearly than she ever did upon waking, but she didn't feel like she had slept with her contacts in,

that

was a mistake that she intended to never make again. She saw her arm, and it looked paler and thinner than she remembered. Perhaps that was the answer to the missing agony, she had simply been in bed for a long time, and had withered away like the romantic heroine of one of the magical dating sim games she played.

There was nothing for it, she had to sit up. When she did so, she did not see a hospital bed or a hospital room. She was in a fancy room, but one that seemed like it was supposed to feel old timey. It wasn't

actually

archaic, at least not to the point of having a smelly chamber pot handy, but there were candles in lieu of electric lights and she didn't see any electrical sockets or computer screens. Looking around the room, it seemed to have been made for a young woman. A young woman who didn't have a phone to charge or a music collection to curate, but who was quite wealthy in her own context. All the furniture looked expensive, with lacquered woods and polished metals. The cushions seemed to be upholstered with real leather and silk. While it would be improved a thousand fold with a few hundred dollars worth of consumer electronics, the contents that were present were all far beyond Nicole's means. And then she stopped looking around entirely, staring at a single space. She had seen a mirror.

For a moment she had assumed that she was looking through a window into another room with another woman in it, because what else could it possibly be? Her brain warred with what was before her eyes, because the woman in the mirror was not her. This was a beautiful woman with dark blond hair in cascading drill curls. She looked nothing like Nicole. And then Nicole knew that she was in a world of magic, because only sorcery could explain hair like

that

surviving a night asleep on pillow. She moved her arms, she scrunched up her face, but she already knew that the top-heavy gorgeous creature in the mirror would mimic her every action. She had been given a new body, a new

life

, and it was in some magical fantasy land. She'd been Truck-kunned.

Bounding out of bed, she rushed over to the mirror and the desk to see it there were any clues to be had as to her new identity. The reflection showed that she was athletically thin but with outsized breasts that were probably Ds unless the breast fairy had been even more generous than that. They didn't seem to need support, which was further evidence that she was in a world of magic. Her new head had a gorgeous countenance, but one with a

severe

case of resting bitch-face. And the hair. It was massive and cascaded back from her head in drills. She estimated herself to be perhaps five-five or five-six, a perfectly reasonable height for where she came from, but probably somewhat on the tall side for a woman in whatever technological level the fantasy world she had found herself in possessed. She was proportioned at the extremes of plausible for a beautiful woman, and looked almost like a woman drawn with a pen.

Nicole wondered if she was perhaps in the body of a

specific

fictional character she should recognize. The dour set of her lips and brows suggested that she was a character that was intended to be hated. Perhaps a villainess of some kind. The sad fact was that the curly blond haired villainess was simply a very common character and as a visibly real person who had individual teeth and eyebrow hairs, there was no way for her to narrow it down to a single possibility. She'd played a lot of romance games, read a lot of books, watched a lot of cartoons. If she

was

a drawing made flesh, she'd have no way of knowing what the original drawing looked like, how the art style made it deviate from the physical person. And if she didn't know who she was, how was she going to avoid getting outed as an imposter? Even if she didn't get outed as an imposter, how was she going to navigate the upcoming plot, considering how things turned out for villainess characters in most of these stories? She was really starting to spin herself in circles, when there was a knock at the door. "M'Lady! It's time to begin your morning." It was a woman's voice. She wasn't speaking English, but Nicole could understand her as if she was. A simple an incontrovertible magical effect, and an incredibly useful one.

"Come in!" She said it in whatever the language they were speaking was. She thought it in English and simply chose to have it spoken with her lips in the correct language instead. She wondered if she could do that with other languages, or if it was limited to the one her new body was expected to know.

The door opened and a maid entered wearing an outfit that bordered on fetish-wear. She had black hair and wore high heels with a short skirt. The apron barely contained her breasts, that were almost as large as Nicole's own. The outfit screamed

maid

, and probably looked unremarkable drawn on a page or screen, but in person it seemed like a sexy maid Halloween costume rather than an actual work uniform. "Oh good, you're up. M'Lady, I must help you dress, it is an important day." The maid approached with trepidation, as if worried that she was drawing near to a scorpion or striking snake. More evidence that Nicole had landed in the body of a bad woman.

She considered how best to get information from the situation. Clearly she had a lot of power over the woman coming to dress her. Bathe her? She wasn't sure what getting 'prepared' meant in this world. It probably didn't involve a shower and a cup of coffee. Whatever it was, it was going to be done by a gorgeous woman dressed as a fetish maid. Nicole wondered if she was allowed to have sex with the maids. Without knowing anything about the fantasy setting she had ended up in, she couldn't begin to guess. Lesbian fondlings could be anything from a simple courtesy paid to servants to a blasphemy punished by death. She needed more information, and that started by finding out who she even was. "It's just us here, please call me by my name." It sounded like a noblesse oblige thing to say, and presumably she'd get a name out of it.

The maid looked like she'd been pinned down in a helicopter's spotlight. Real fear danced across her visage. "Um... yes. Of course, M'Lady Madelyn." It was a name. It was a name that sounded pretentious and got used in a lot of anime and otome games. She could discard the heroine named Madelyn, and any woman with black, blue, purple, or red hair. It narrowed things down a lot, actually.

It had to be... "Madelyn... L'Pieuvre?" Coming out of her mouth, it sounded so haughty, so

cruel

. Like she'd just caught the maid in a trap and was going to punish her.

"Yes! Of course, I'm sorry. M'Lady Madelyn L'Pieuvre." She lowered her eyes in contrition, waiting expectantly for an explosion of some kind. She'd just confirmed Nicole's suspicions: she was in the body of Madelyn L'Pieuvre, the first-half villainess from the otome dungeon explorer:

Hope of Abandonment

. That explained her maid's terrified expressions. In the game, Madelyn was abusive towards her staff and the game's heroine Odette.

Nicole felt terrible about it. She had no idea how to control her resting bitch-face, and presumably other people in the world had many memories of Madelyn's tantrums. She did her best to smooth things over. "My apologies, that sounds much too long. Instead, I think when we're alone you should just call me Madelyn. And now that we're such good friends, what should I call you?" She hoped that wouldn't draw attention to the fact that she had no idea what the maids of House L'Pieuvre were named. They were background characters that didn't have any speaking lines in the game.

Appearing to become marginally less frightened but equivalently more confused, the maid raised her head. "Usually you just call me 'Maid,' but my name is Suzette."

Nicole... Madelyn? She had to get used to thinking of herself as Madelyn, and that probably began by referring to herself by that name in her internal monologues.

Madelyn

smiled. She didn't know if it looked scheming and predatory, but it probably did. "I think that Suzette is a

lovely

name. So Suzette, I am in your care for the morning's preparations. When, pray tell, does school start?" The first half of

Hope of Abandonment

took place in a school for young adults with magic, almost all of whom were nobles. The protagonist Odette is the star first year magician, but she's a commoner. That causes lots of conflict, because many nobles don't like to be shown up by a commoner, blah blah blah. Madelyn is the primary instigator of bullying against Odette, and at the end of year two she has a final showdown where Madelyn is... killed. Fuck.

"School starts in two days, M'Lady. Madelyn. M'Lady Madelyn." That meant that the thing she was preparing for was to go to the wand shop and pick out her wand.

And it meant that she was supposed to have her first conflict with Odette. At the wand shop, Odette selects the five-energy wand, which as its name suggests allows easy use of all five of the non-secret energies. Fire, Wind, Water, Wood, and Heart. It didn't do Shadow, because that was only used by the Demon Lord's minions or unlockable via special events. What was supposed to happen was that Madelyn immediately big footed in and took the wand for herself, forcing Odette to re-select and take a wand that would only use one of the energies well. Odette didn't get access to the five-energy wand until she... killed Madelyn and opened up the second part of the game.

She allowed Suzette to lead her off to what turned out to be a bath, dressing up in her school uniform, and then a breakfast of marmalade on cake. She was grateful that her father the Duke of L'Pieuvre was sufficiently distant as to not ask Madelyn any questions that she might not know the answer to. Because while she'd played through the game several times and pursued different romance options for Odette, she didn't know very much about the world and knew even less about Madelyn's own life before starting school.

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Travel to the wand shop was done via carriage. At least, it was for the daughter of a duke. Probably for a lot of other students, because most of them were nobles and there was quite a bit of carriage traffic on the road. Madelyn noticed that the streets managed to be pretty clean, as befitted the background of an otome game. It didn't merit thought when it was a video game, but now that it was a reality with actual flesh and blood horses walking around, the lack of horse poop piles probably had an in-world explanation. She'd have to ponder that later, because at the moment she was going to her first meeting with the woman who would eventually kill her in the game's main plot.

The main plot. Odette chooses her own magical specialty because she's gifted and can bond bond with any wand. Then she has to excel in school and cultivate a love interest and a best friend. Odette slays Madelyn, uncovers the threat of the Demon Lord, and the second half of the game is her team fighting monstrous minions of the Demon Lord and going on dates. There were five main love interests and five main candidates for best friend, each of whom had one of the five magical energies. You could go at the game from a romantic perspective of personal preference or you could try to make a more efficient dungeon exploration party. Once Odette had a declared boyfriend and best friend midway through the first half of the game, they'd accompany her through all the fighting parts. Much to Nicole's disappointment, the five women who were best friend candidates weren't romanceable even on later play-throughs where the secret extra romance options and yuri endings could be unlocked.

The basic boyfriends were fairly standard for the genre: First Prince, Second Prince, Northern Duke, Admiral's Son, and High Priestess' Son. They specialized in Fire, Wood, Wind, Water, and Heart respectively. Nicole hadn't cared much about them, but as Madelyn she began the story engaged to the First Prince. Ugh, that definitely meant she needed to act like she cared about him. His name was... Risharde? It was something like that. Like Richard, but misspelled because he was a character from a fantasy kingdom. But then, maybe she didn't? As far as she could recall, there weren't any endings where the prince actually married Madelyn. Even the ones where Odette died without killing her, Madelyn got killed by demon cultists. And in the endings where Odette didn't marry the prince, he still ended up with another woman. Madelyn was thinking perhaps she should just avoid the boyfriends altogether.

The

best

friends were more of a draw. Maribelle the bookworm, Anastasia the gardener, Olivia the seamstress, Hilda the foreign knight, and Claudia the birder. All beautiful, and the dates that Odette went on with them seemed at least as romantic as the ones she went on with the men. It was a shame that no matter which one you pursued a relationship with would friend-zone the main character even at maximum affection. At maximum affection, a character would agree to any proposition from Odette, but the game simply didn't give you the option to ask the friend characters to become lovers. The secret yuri endings were with the Katarina the Second Prince's girly-girl fiancée, or Louise the tomboyish woman from the equestrian club. The game wouldn't even let you romance Odile, Odette's secret evil sister. It was so unfair! The game designers probably couldn't even imagine a lesbian relationship without one of the women wearing pants and the other a dress.

She needed to figure out a way to survive. If Madelyn fought Odette, Odette would kill her. And if Madelyn killed Odette, then the demon cultists would kill her. She needed Odette to survive and also to make sure that she didn't cross wands with the heroine at the half-way stage. Madelyn needed... to become Odette's

friend

. Perhaps she could even become the heroine's best friend, because Odette's female companion survived in every ending. She was about to be the first person Odette met from school, she could just

be nice

instead of the colossal bitch that she was in the game's script. It left open the question of what to do about Madelyn's friend/toady/co-conspirator Elena, but surely she could think of something. In the game, Elena was barely a character, just a minion of Madelyn's that pulled juvenile pranks on the main character at Madelyn's behest. She'd need to figure out how to direct the woman's efforts into... almost literally anything else.

By the time the carriage had arrived at the magic shop, Madelyn had just about convinced herself that teaming up with Odette and fighting the Demon Lord was the best way to keep herself alive. It really sounded insane when she thought about it in those terms.

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The magic shop was completely recognizable from the game. The background was that the shop had a deal with the school and students who came in their uniforms were given a discount on their wand. This was the first encounter where Odette's player had choices, and it was the beginning of character creation, such as it was. At the end of this encounter, the player would have chosen a wand, and that would determine what spells Odette could use in the early part of the game. The shop was filled with strange magical objects, the artist just went nuts doodling in occult doodads and easter eggs. Very few items were actually selectable in the game, with most existing purely for ambiance or even as in-jokes. Clearly visible in the corner was a giant sword that was from another game, a powerful artifact that was obviously too heavy for Odette to lift and too expensive for her to afford. The only things that were selectable in the game were the wands, and even then all the advanced wands couldn't be selected until the game had been beaten multiple times. The five cheat wands intended to allow veteran gamers to roll over parts of the game that didn't interest them. The Rageflame Wand that made all the early combats a snap, the Cloudstep Wand that turned all travel and scouting into a screen wipe, the Pureheart Wand that maxed affection with a click, the Silverleaf Wand that meant all equipment could be purchased without grinding for money, and finally the Torrentcleanse Wand that obviated the need for rest or healing. They were all on the shelf, but you couldn't click on them until you'd already gotten to the ending with three different boyfriends.

Madelyn reached for a set of yellow blobs on the shelf. Their light color drew the eye, and she'd never known what they were. Now, though trapped in the game she was freed from the shackles of the programming. She could touch whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted. The blobs were apparently Walhoun's Weatherizing Wax Wards, items that could be used to keep things from getting wet in the rain with the power of water magic. The game had abstracted such things, never getting into the gritty details of how toilets worked or how the delightfully cute school uniform shoes survived exploration and combat in demon-filled dungeons. She wondered how many of these magical wonders were actually completely normal for this world. Was she giving away that she was an imposter by marveling over the wax wards? Only Suzette seemed to be watching, and she was studiously pretending to have no opinions at all about her employer's activities.

She had lingered long enough that another person entered the shop. The new woman was also dressed in the cream and burgundy uniform of the Imperial Mage Academy, and she was gorgeous. It is often said by people who have met Hollywood actresses that they are far more

noticeably

beautiful in person than they ever are on the silver screen. That even without makeup and costumes, the minor starlets who barely rate a page on the movie database are still lovelier than anyone you're likely to meet in a year. There were sigmas and standard deviations involved, but the simple reality was that the camera simply did not do justice to how

attractive

the world's most beautiful people actually were. When it came to video games, that went double. Or perhaps more than that. Odette was

supposed

to be the most beautiful woman in this world, or at least tied with Odile, but in the art style of the game she didn't appear any hotter than Madelyn or even one of the princes. But in person, in the flesh, the effect was jaw dropping. White hair that went just past the shoulders to rest over the most scrumptious D-cup breasts that had ever appeared before Madelyn or Nicole in either life, but her face was where the action was. Madelyn wanted to kiss that face. She wanted to write poetry about that face, even though she knew that it wouldn't be good. She was willing to embarrass herself in public for Odette's face.