Otome Gemu no Hametsu Furagu Shika Nai Akuyaku Reijō ni Tensei Shiteshimatta is the creation and intellectual property of Yamaguchi Satoru, Hidaka Nami and Ichijinsha.

Special thanks to the Lawaifuteca Youtube channel for the inspiration.

La Waifuteca: The Fanfiction Series.

11- Katarina Claes.

Measurements:

Bust: Not flat, but almost there.

Waist: Narrow.

Hips: The butt is not big, but it is cute and firm and nicely shaped.

Age:

18 years old.

Height:

167.64 cm.

Weight:

53.52 kg.

Eyes:

Light blue.

Hair:

Brown.

What's the Deal with Katarina Claes?

A somewhat adorable, dumb and scatterbrained normal Japanese girl who loved Medieval Fantasy dating sims. They nicknamed her a 'Monkey Girl', somewhat cruelly but accurately, as she loved goofing around and climbing up trees. One day she fell off a tree and died.

Or did she? She woke up in the body of Katarina Claes, the villainess of her favorite game, Fortune Lover, a selfish, petty, sadistic noblewoman.

Terrified over the prospect of reaching a Bad End and being murdered or exiled, Katarina decided to disable as many Flags of Doom as possible.

To this purpose, she would be extra nice to everyone and befriend the heroines of the game. This task hit the stump of Katarina being an idiot. But it also received the boon from Katarina being so genuinely lovely and nice that everyone around her grew to love her, including the heroines.

Or was it that way? Perhaps she always was Katarina Claes, just dreaming of another life in past world?

Disabling my Flags Through World Terrorism.

"Lady Katarina will see you now," Anne said, ushering Negi, his bodyguard, Yue, Asuna and Louise towards another hall of rich carpets flanked by old august portraits. "She regrets making you wait, but she was taking a bath upon your unexpected arrival."

"Oh, so it's not because of what the girls said back at Ariadne?" Tsukuyomi asked before Negi could gesture at her to keep her mouth shut. "That being, that she is inconsiderate and vile enough to make Louise the Zero look good? I knew those had to be only foul fabrications of the envious," she added with sweet poison, "nobody could ever quite match Lady La Valliere..."

Louise hissed angrily her way while Anne briefly stifled a sudden pulse of rage, and Yue, Asuna and Negi shared an inner groan. "... no," Anne said after a moment. "I do have to admit she... might have given a few reasons for others to think ill of her before, but-"

"Oh, so is it true that she received brain damage?" Louise asked, wide eyed. "S-Sorry, we'll make sure to speak correctly to her, do we have to spell slowly, or-"

"You aren't making things any better either!" Asuna whispered furiously at her, pinching her arm.

"Eeeeehhh! What did I do?!"

Anne briefly pondered the pros and cons of just calling the authorities on these fugitives already, and ended up just biting her tongue and going dutifully with what the Duke had requested. "No, you won't need to. It is true that she has changed ever since that accident, but-"

"If we can be of any help hitting her in the head again and restoring her proper personality, we would gladly agree to lend her such a service," Tsukuyomi offered, all perfectly faked reverence and helpfulness. "Lady Asuna here, particularly, is excellently gifted in the arts of violence."

"Maybe I should slam a rock down on YOUR head so you too can change from a miserable- Oh!" Asuna gasped, blushing and shrinking at the glare the maid was shooting her back and over her shoulder now. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend! I meant ANOTHER miserable piece of- No, what I really meant is, um, oh, uhhh... Yue, help here, please?"

Yue, her mouth replaced by a small x, looked aside and held the contrite looking Negi's arm. "The only help you can receive now is that of shoving dirt over your self made grave, Asuna-san. And I am no undertaker."

Anne repressed the long forgotten urge to sigh and pulled the chamber's doors open. "My Lady? Your visitors are here... regrettably."

"Hey, that was rude," Tsukuyomi observed. "When have we ever been anything but polite to you?"

Negi finally had enough and slammed his foot on hers.

The first impression Asuna had of Katarina was that of beholding a true blue blooded villainess from an otome game. Not that Asuna played those, she prefered violent, gorey action games like Zombie Rider: The Son-in-Law. But Konoka liked them well enough.

So Asuna had seen enough of those other games as to recognize the character type before them now. The cross legged position on the regal seat. The shining blue eyes, full of class and poise. The vital, sensual smile on those perfect pink lips. The long, brown hair, nor the angelic blonde of protagonists, nor the black hair of secondaries, nor the vibrant red of thick headed, hot tempered Tsundere. Above it all, the way she stroke the head of the fluffy white cat on her lap, like the villain from a James Bond movie (Connery every day of the week, of course, in Asuna's opinion, with an extra helping of Brosnan to indulge herself on weekends).

Negi seemed awestruck, as if a chord had been hit within him. Tsukuyomi made the subtlest of motions with a foot, her interest vaguely piqued, enough to pull her into a momentary silence. Louise, who had lived through her fairly long share of encounters with such characters in the flesh, flinched and edged closer to Negi, either protectively or looking for protection, or probably both. Only Yue seemed completely unaffected, as this, obviously, was not her type (Haruna didn't count, she was too much of a more blue collar, loud and forceful villainous style).

And then the young lady opeed her mouth, and the effect was shattered.

"Good afternoon, everyone!" she loudly greeted, in a way that could give Makie a run for her money, lifting her hand off the cat and waving it around. "How do you do, I'm Katarina!"

Louise blinked, pulled her neck slightly ahead to get a better look at the older girl's smile, and then began looking around the room discreetly, as if expecting for the real fellow artistocrat to step out of somewhere and start bullying her already.

"Ah, how do you do, I'm Asuna, what's up!" Asuna cracked a smile back, feeling more relieved and also waving a hand. Tsukuyomi, eyebrow twitching, gave her a rapid dirty side glance, while Negi seemed to proccess this new development in a careful provisional silence. "Really nice place you got yourself here!"

"Ah, I see you're a woman of culture as well!" the young lady said, extending a fist forward, and Asuna bumping hers against it. "Wassaaaaap!"

"Wasaaaap!" Asuna laughed in return.

"Oh my God, there are two of them," Tsukuyomi quietly said. "Setsuna-oneesama was right after all and karma exists!"

"Boy, you sure scared me for a moment!" Asuna told the young mistress, waving a hand towards her. "You gave all the signs of being a fearsome person!"

"Ah ha ha, yeah, I- W-Wait, what have you just said, please?!" the older girl said, sounding much more suddenly terrified than offended.

"Asuna, you just said something you shouldn't have," Negi said patiently. "I beg your pardon, Lady Claes, Asuna hasnt dealt that much with the higher strata of society yet."

"Hasn't she spent years studying in a prestigious private school?" Tsukuyomi mused innocently before Yue gave her a discreet elbow to the stomach.

"Um, well, sorry, I didn't mean to offend," Asuna said the paling Katarina. "All I mean is, well, you were sitting there looking all powerful and cold, I mean cool, and stroking your pussy like that... What's the pussy's name, by the way?"

"I... I have no idea, really," Katarina had to admit, holding the cat eye to eye to her, then gently setting it on the floor. "I'd never seen him or her before, he or she just sneaked in shortly before you came, and I started petting him or her."

"Okay..." Louise said, her eyes shrinking into solid black dots.

"Oh, I forgot, I have lollipops!" their young host hastily beamed, pulling a few red lollipops from a pocket sewn into the breast of her dress, and extending them over. "Want some?"

"I think," Tsukuyomi said, reaching over to grab one regardless much like the rest of her party, "that in situations like this, you are supposed to ring your servants for tea and pastries. I mean, I'm no noble myself, but I understand that's what you're supposed to do."

Louise nodded stiffly, still baffled into silence.

Katarina slammed a hand on her own forehead, then winced at the contact with a still fresh slight scar. "Sorry, you're right, I'm not very good at this! Please excuse me a moment." She got up from the huge seat, exited the room, and returned a few minutes later, smiling pleasantly. "That's all right, Anne will be here shortly with the tea and pastries! Ooohhh, kitty!" she called out towards the cat. "Don't do that to the courtains, please...!"

A vein bulged on Louise's forehead, and she pointed at the golden rope hanging from the ceiling and next to Katarina's seat. "You call the servants using that! That's why it's there in the first place! I should know, I have one in my room, and I'm only the unwanted runt of my family...!"

"Y-Y-You are? Oh, I'm so sorry for you... I mean... I knew that, of course, but I thought using that would make me seem rude, and it's not like walking over and just asking is going to ever kill anyone, right...?"

"People were wrong about you," Asuna mused quietly. "Even Konoka-chan is more stuck-up than you."

"Is, is, is that supposed to be something bad, or good?!"

Conclusion: Aunque yo no sea villano vaya que le meto mano.