The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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"Did she just say ten million?!"

Unsurprisingly, there was an immediate uproar following Emilia's declaration.

Even if all of their winnings of the day were to be pooled together, no, maybe even the total pool for an entire session wouldn't reach ten million most of the time!

The only exceptions were when some rich second generation children were showing off to each other, and ended up betting more in order to show off.

"Ahahaha… little girl, if you're here to throw away money, this daddy here will take it!"

"Ten million? I won't believe it unless I see you make it official in the betting house!"

"Yeah!"

These people were obviously goading her into making the bet before she had the chance to reconsider her 'hasty' decision. But Emilia wasn't here to impress them anyway.

She clutched Samantha's arm, looking up at her pitifully. "Big sister, look, they're bullying me!"

The older girl could feel her blood boil, though it wasn't for the reason Emilia thought. Knowing that her little sister wasn't wearing a bra, her gaze had of course wandered a little downward involuntarily, and having almost seen the pink little heavenly peaks, she had hurriedly shifted her gaze away, pretending to be furious as she took off her helmet.

"W-Who dares to bully my baby?!"

Immediately, there was pin-drop silence as the onlookers gaped at her in shock.

It wasn't that they could tell what kind of perverted thoughts were going through the taller girl's head, but that they knew exactly who this girl was.

Emilia's face may be easily recognized in the upper class society, but very few people here would be able to tell who she really was. Maybe other than Theo, who was busy hiding his face in the crowd, there would only be a handful more. And even those few wouldn't dare associate Emilia White with this scantily clad and extremely provocative girl in front of them.

Her older sister, on the other hand, was quite well known.

Compared to Mrs. Macmillan, whose title of 'McQueen' was already outdated and lesser-known, Samantha was perhaps the biggest celebrity among the Bucherer's crowd. Calling her the actual 'Queen' here wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

This wasn't just because of her background — though being the daughter of the richest man in the country didn't hurt — but also because she was known to be a genuine, dedicated enthusiast of the field.

"It's the Queen!"

"Queen Sam!"

"Queen!"

Unlike other rich kids of her generation, she didn't hang out with any groups, but came and went by herself. Moreover, she really was good! Not only did the girl often win, she even distributed her winnings to the other participants!

Of course, no one knew that this was just Sam's way of making sure she left as few traces as possible, so whenever her parents decided to scold her, they would have less to go off on. All they knew was that the queen was benevolent!

Samantha coughed. "W-Well, which bastard dared to speak nonsense of my baby?"

Given her age and normally aloof behavior, most people here hadn't actually interacted with her much directly, and took her words as a joke.

The few men who had been goading Emilia the most laughed immediately. "We don't dare, just joking around!"

Samantha snorted. These guys were lucky that she didn't want to shake Emilia off of her, or she would surely have stomped their teeth in. "Hmph."

Of course, being the Queen's companion, Emilia's credibility and popularity also soared immediately, and no one doubted her words anymore.

"Queen! Is that really your sister?!"

"A kiss from the Queen's sister, and ten million!"

"Ahaha!"

Samantha ignored their reactions as she pulled her little sister closer, her eyes dilating a little as Emilia stared into her eyes shyly. "Y-You must be really confident in my win, huh?"

Emilia smiled. "Of course. Big sister has to try her best."

The older girl felt slightly embarrassed by all the strange stares from the crowd, most of whom were starting to wonder what these two girls could be whispering about so intimately after making such a high profile entrance. "What if I lose though? I don't want you to kiss some random guy."

Emilia bumped the tip of her nose against Samantha's before backing off a little with a giggle. "Don't worry, Sam. If someone else really manages to steal your win through some fluke, I'll only give them a kiss on the cheek, IF I feel like it."

Samantha grinned, both relieved and disappointed. "Ohh, you won't keep your word. And here I was, expecting a proper kiss."

The red-haired girl stuck out her tongue, and Samantha barely resisted the urge to trap the adorable little thing with her teeth. "I will! If you win, ehehe. I'll make big sister happy, promise."

"Y-You… make sure you don't drive big sister crazy before you make her happy, alright?"

"Don't worry, big sis. I'll cheer for you from here!" Emilia giggled as she backed off, leaving Samantha alone with her bike.

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Mrs. Macmillan had been gritting her teeth in anger when all she could see was the girl's long, flowing crimson hair from the back along with those far too sexy legs. 'Damn, did they come just to steal my limelight! Ahh, these horny youngsters have already forgotten losing to the McQueen because of these skanks!'

Although her thoughts were a little harsh, Emilia's current style really was a little questionable. Not only were her legs almost completely exposed from hip down, the way she got off the bike was positively scandalous, and then she even made such a provocative declaration!

Of course, all such thoughts faded away from her head the moment Samantha took off her helmet.

"F-Fuck!"

She should have known the moment the girl made that kind of declaration! Who else could it have been?

Mrs. Macmillan would never fail to recognize her own ex-student, and since the red-haired girl had already declared Samantha as her sister, that only fortified her dreadful conjectures.

'It's Emilia-fucking-White again! I came all the way over here to escape from the stress from her fangirls, and now she's here to haunt me personally?!'

Thinking back to the day she had thought that Emilia was a good, obedient girl, Mrs. Macmillan really felt like a tier-one idiot.

Allison nudged her friend curiously. "Yo, why is your face so pale after staring so fixatedly at that hot redhead? Don't tell me you're awakening your gay self after all these years? Well, I'll admit, she's pretty hot, but don't forget that you're married—"

It wasn't that something she would normally mind, but the poor man who got duped by her friend was already slaving his life away, wouldn't it be too pitiful if he got cucked on top of all that?

Mrs. Macmillan almost spit out blood in anger. "FUCK! Alli, bruh, can you shut the fuck up? Do you think so lowly of me? And that's my student, you know?!"

The dark haired woman blinked in surprise before she 'oohh'ed in realization. "No wonder you looked like your soul was about to fly out! But you already bet everything on the next race, you know?"

Mrs. Macmillan's face turned even more pale as the realization sunk in. "Fuck!"

The previous worries over her secret identity being revealed flew right out of her mind as the real direness of the situation set in.

Allison chuckled. "So you either win a dozen million dollars and a kiss from your super hot student, or go home broke. Either way, I'm gonna have a lot of fun watching."

Mrs. Macmillan gritted her teeth in rage as she punched her friend's shoulder. "You sadistic fuck!"

Although her hit really wasn't light, it only made Allison chuckle in amusement. To her, it was no different from a child's tantrum, and she could barely feel it if she didn't pay attention. "You swear an awful lot for a teacher, McQueen."

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Meanwhile, Emilia had already finalized her bet, and the atmosphere in the place reached a boiling point as the excited participants started dreaming about the ten million dollars.

Of course, there were some who weren't in it just for the money, but also for other reasons.

Even if they had been oblivious before, after Samantha's face was revealed, most could tell who the other girl must be.

Although her image didn't match their expectations perfectly, the beautiful redhead accompanying Samantha White and calling her sister could only be Emilia.

On the surface, a win here would net them ten million dollars and a kiss from Emilia White, which was already quite good, but some people had their eyes set a little higher.

Whatever these two sisters were here for, be it making a good memory or just to have fun, they clearly assumed they would win. To them, ten million dollars was nothing, and all of this was just a game.

But if they lost… wouldn't the winner make a deep, unforgettable impression on these sisters?

Would Samantha be able to forget the person who made her lose face in front of her little sister? Would Emilia be able to forget the person who shattered all her expectations and forced her to put away her arrogance to acknowledge that she was wrong? Of course, it was unlikely that they would be winning any hearts this way, but this would still be a great starting point.

The possibility to pave way for a deep impression in the mind of the future owners of the White Deer Corporation… was worth a lot more than ten million dollars.

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