The villain daughter did all kinds of things

...Strange, we're both women, so why do I always have those feelings and thoughts about her?

From childhood, all the elves around her were attracted to strong young men, so Marcy never knew that elves existed in the world. That feeling of curiosity mixed with a sense of forbidden pleasure made Marcy feel that her body was strange all night, even stranger than when she was showering.

As a result, when Marcy woke up the next morning, she was clearly sleep-deprived, and her eyes were a little dark.

"What's wrong, Sisi?"

Amelie had already foreseen everything, but outwardly she asked with concern:

"Was that room not comfortable for you? Would you like me to change your room?"

"no, I'm fine!"

Emery's concerned expression made Marcy blush, and she took a step back in a panic, waving her hands repeatedly.

"That room was great to sleep in, the bed was soft and comfortable. It was my own problem, maybe I was just not used to the environment. I should be fine after a couple of days."

Fearing that Emery would press for more details, Marcy quickly added:

"Speaking of which, isn't today supposed to be my etiquette training? Where should we begin? Please feel free to give me your instructions, Miss. I'll do anything you ask."

Emery simply smiled and echoed Marcy's words:

"Yes, etiquette training will indeed begin today, but that's for this afternoon. In the morning, you'll need to come with me to a certain place first."

"Ok."

Marcy didn't even ask where she was going before obediently agreeing.

After the two had breakfast together, Amelie had one of Vie's underlings drive over in a less conspicuous magic-powered car to take them to the shopping street.

"Young Miss, what's going on here...?"

It wasn't until she parked the car and got out that Marcy couldn't resist asking.

"I'll have some decent clothes made for you."

Amelie laughed and poked at Marcy's bunny girl stockings:

"This outfit can't be worn casually in our human society. Maids need to have professional maid uniforms."

"I actually think this outfit looks pretty good, I like it a lot..."

Marcy tilted her head strangely, raised her hand, and spun around, showing off her beautiful figure in the bunny girl outfit. As a result, many burning gazes immediately focused on her from all around, which startled her. She quickly hid behind Emery.

Fortunately, the few fat thugs who had been following them were very clever. They immediately adopted the menacing demeanor of gang thugs, scaring away all the passersby who were staring at Marcy.

Marcy then stuck out her tongue, her expression strange:

"Have you human men never seen a beautiful woman before? My figure and clothes are very ordinary among elves, so why do they look like they want to eat me?"

"That's racial difference."

Emery shrugged:

“Those roguish young men are universally disliked in our human society, but you elves treat them like treasures and are willing to buy them from slave traders for large amounts of precious metals. The reasoning is pretty much the same.”

"Uh……"

Thinking of the nearly three-digit number of young human men her mother had used, Marcy had a knowing look on her face and said nothing more.

Chapter 16 Training Begins

Although Locke City is only a third-tier city in the Allen Federation, it still has high-end tailor shops that specialize in making clothes for the wealthy. It is a large chain brand that is located throughout the Federation, and Amelie naturally has the highest-level membership in this store.

While the magical civilization is less convenient than the industrial and technological civilization of the same level in many things, it is also much more convenient than the industrial and technological civilization in many other things.

For example, if you want to order a high-end handmade outfit on Earth, even if you spend a lot of money to expedite the process, it will still take at least a week to deliver.

The world is different. Excellent tailors are almost all excellent mages. With the help of various magical devices and spells, they can design clothing styles by simply providing keywords, just like using AI to draw two-dimensional anime girls. Then, they can turn a set of clothes from a design into a real item in a few minutes using life-related spells.

After Emeryte proposed keywords such as "maid outfit," "lace hair tie," "mini skirt," "garter stockings," "absolute territory," and "heart-shaped cut," various anime-style maid outfits were designed by the tailor shop's magical artifacts.

After selecting more than 10 high-quality maid outfit designs that looked sexy but wouldn't actually expose her, Emerald instructed the tailor shop's employees to add Melson's mark to the clothes, thus completing the design.

Afterwards, the two drank a few cups of black tea in the tailor shop's lounge, and in just over an hour, more than 10 brand-new maid outfits were completed.

After letting Marcy try on all the maid outfits in the dressing room and confirming that the quality and effect of each outfit were fine, Emery readily paid the bill and had Vivi's henchman drive her and Marcy home.

After lunch and a short rest, Marcy's etiquette training officially began.

Currently, Masie is wearing a red and white maid outfit, an off-the-shoulder sleeveless style with a heart-shaped cutout in the center of the top and a very short skirt. The beautiful scene of black stockings and snow-white skin intertwined in the absolute territory is quite captivating.

"Let's start the training with the simplest things."

While saying it was simple, Emerald grinned mischievously and found a wooden ruler with 30-centimeter markings, placing it between Marcy's legs in her absolute territory:

"Come on, hold on tight, don't let it fall, or there will be a punishment~~"

"Ugh...Young Miss...what is this?"

The cool touch of the wooden ruler against her skin made Marcy let out a soft moan, and she obediently clamped the ruler between her legs as instructed, though she looked somewhat puzzled.

"This is the most basic training."

Emery's serious explanation:

"As a decorative maid who is supposed to be by my side to make a good impression, your main job is actually to stand behind me when I'm socializing. So the first and most important thing you need to train is to stand straight, elegantly, and beautifully."

"The first hurdle in your standing training is keeping the ruler firmly between your legs so it doesn't fall. If you can stand continuously for two hours this afternoon without letting the ruler fall, you'll pass, and I'll personally cook you something delicious tonight as a reward. But if you fail, I'll punish you severely! Don't think you can get away with this just because I'm pretty and gentle, okay? My punishment might make you wish you were dead~~"

"Mummum..."

Marcy seemed a little frightened by the phrase "worse than death," and shrank back slightly, but quickly raised her head confidently again:

"It's just standing straight with your legs together, what's so difficult about that... I'll definitely pass the training right away, Miss, just you wait and see."

"Well, I'll wait and see."

Amelie simply chuckled at this, then began timing Marcy and used her communication magic device to contact the assistant at Velen Copper Industry, asking her to bring the documents that needed the president's signature today.

The assistant delivered the documents in just over ten minutes. Emery ignored Marcy and began working, seemingly focused on her tasks.

For the first half hour or so, Marcy remained completely focused and persevered, and the wooden ruler sandwiched between her "absolute territory" did not budge an inch.

But half an hour later, Marcy started to feel unwell.

Emerald's complete indifference as she focused on her work left Marcy with a strange feeling of being neglected. She felt a bit stifled and wanted to initiate a conversation with Emerald several times, but she was afraid of disturbing her work.

But the most crucial issue is that Marcy drank a lot of juice at lunch, and now, just over half an hour later, she already feels the urge to urinate. It will probably be very difficult for her to last for two hours.

Sure enough, she didn't even last an hour on her first try. Marcy blushed and said "I'm sorry" to Emerald, then ran into the bathroom with her hands on her skirt.

Having learned her lesson, Marcy didn't rush into the second round of training after releasing her stress in the bathroom.

She rested for more than ten minutes, then moved her legs which had gone numb from standing, and finally ate some food to help her body absorb water. Only after making sure that she wouldn't fail again due to the urge to urinate did she let Amelie put the wooden ruler back between her legs in her absolute territory and flip the hourglass to start timing again.

Having learned from her first failure and with prior preparation, Marcy improved quickly this time, easily breaking the one-hour mark.

But soon, Marcy faced another huge challenge.

She didn't feel the urge to urinate this time, but standing in the same position for a long time made several parts of her body inexplicably itchy, especially her legs where the skin was pressed against the wooden ruler, making her want to reach out and scratch them.

Marcy tried to resist for a long time, but in the end she couldn't hold back. Her body's instinct to relieve the itch outweighed her brain's rational control of her body. By the time she realized it, her hand was already on her leg and she was scratching.

This action undoubtedly requires Marcy to slightly separate her legs to scratch the itch, and the wooden ruler, which loses its friction, naturally falls down.

"You failed again, Sisi~~"

Emery smiled as she looked at Marcy, who looked utterly unwilling.

"These two failures, plus your breaks and preparation time, have already taken up almost three hours. Time is running out; you only have one more chance at most... If you fail again, I'll punish you severely tonight!"

"I'm sure I'll succeed this time! I want a reward! I want to eat a meal made by the young lady herself for dinner!"

After a brief period of frustration, Marcy regained her spirits and even pumped her fist to cheer herself up.

Learning from past experiences, this time Marcy not only made sure she wouldn't need to urinate, but also applied talcum lotion to several sensitive areas of her skin, especially on her legs.

We'll definitely succeed this time! We'll win!

Chapter 17 Ruler Stir-fried Pork

Marcy lost again.

Having made all the necessary preparations, Marcy's third attempt was indeed the closest she ever came to victory; she was just a hair's breadth away from succeeding.

Unfortunately, there are always bad people around.

With less than half an hour left before Marcy passed the training, Emery, who had already finished processing the documents for Velon Copper, naturally started chatting with Marcy.

Not only did they chat, but Emery also told Marcy several jokes in a row.

For someone who has been exposed to internet culture, if they want to be funny, it's simply impossible for an innocent young girl like Marcy to resist.

She was quickly amused by Emery and burst into laughter, her body shaking with laughter. As she laughed, she lost her grip on the wooden ruler, which fell to the ground for the third time.

"Young Miss, you're bullying me!"

Marcy immediately became furious, stomping her feet in dissatisfaction:

"How could you tell me a joke? I'm about to succeed!"

"No, this is also part of the testing."

Emery remained unfazed:

"Someone of my status often tells jokes to liven things up and build rapport in social situations. It's fine for me to laugh however I want, but for you, as a maid, to laugh out loud and shake your body like that is extremely rude. Do you understand?"

“Humumumum…”

Marcy still felt that she had been bullied and that Emery was just playing with her.

However, she had to admit that Emerald's explanation made a lot of sense, and in the end she could only pout and accept her defeat, promising to obediently accept the punishment that night.

The way of PUA is to give someone something nice after you've hit them, so that they'll say thank you even though you've bullied them.

Emery understood this perfectly. She said the reward was gone, but then pretended to be a kind and beautiful lady. That evening, she personally cooked a pot of seafood soup in the kitchen, saying it was to comfort and encourage Marcy for her hard training that afternoon.

Marcy was deeply moved and felt incredibly lucky to have met such a kind master as Emerald after being sold into slavery.

She suddenly stopped caring about Amelie's jokes when she was about to succeed, and she also mustered up the courage to face the various punishments that night.

"Come on, young lady."

When it was time for punishment after dinner, Marcy stood tall and proud:

Punish me severely, do whatever you want to me, it's all fine!

"Then I won't be polite."

Emery smiled and beckoned, leading Marcy directly into the bedroom. She then took out the wooden ruler she had used during training that day and pointed to the bed:

"Go lie down there, and lift it up a bit."

"Woo..."

Marcy immediately guessed how she would be punished, and the posture she would be in made her feel ashamed and hot. But when she thought that Emery was also a girl, not the perverted human male in the rumors, she felt much more at ease and followed the instructions to assume the position.

"Hehe, so good."

Emery narrowed her eyes, nodded in satisfaction, and instead of rushing to act, she began to explain to Marcy in a methodical manner:

"Your training required you to last 2 hours to complete the challenge. You attempted it 3 times. The first time you only lasted 50 minutes, the second time 80 minutes, and even if you lasted 110 minutes the third time, you were still 120 minutes short. So I'm going to hit you 12 times. Are you convinced?"

"Yes, I am willing to accept the punishment, young lady."

Marcy gritted her teeth and gave a soft reply, then wiggled her pert bottom.

"Come on, young lady, I can take it, a mere 12 blows, don't hold back... Ah!"

Snapped!

Before Marcy could finish speaking, Emery launched a sneak attack, slashing down with a ruler. The wooden ruler struck the white semicircle with a loud sound, and Marcy's skin visibly began to turn red.

In just one moment, the burning sensation brought tears to Marcy's eyes.

Why does it hurt so much?

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Before Marcy could catch her breath, Emery started frying the meat with the wooden ruler, turning it a vibrant color.

"Wow!"

Marcy finally broke down in tears:

"Please...please stop hitting me, Miss! It really hurts! I promise I'll train even harder tomorrow, please stop!"