The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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Emilia thought that Samantha had gotten a little rusty when compared to before, since her speed varied often, and she found herself squished against her older sister's back every time she braked. 'Things must have been hectic for her too these days… I should ask Noelle to hand over a little more of her workload, I guess.'

Meanwhile, Samantha was very glad that while her little sister had prepared a pair of helmets and gloves, she hadn't given her something like a thick jacket, because she could clearly feel that Emilia wasn't wearing a bra.

Neither her flannels nor Emilia's cotton shirt proved to be an obstruction to the soft, squishy, and heavenly sensation pressing into her back. Vaguely, she could even feel the two little nubs. 'Thank you, whichever god it was that made her forget to put it on today.'

"Turn right over there, big sis!"

Samantha tried her best to hide the shudder of pleasure that ran through her spine when Emilia's breath brushed against the back of her neck. She usually loved it when her little sister called her 'Sam' so affectionately, but the title of 'big sis' seemed to give her a very different power trip today.

"Alright, hold tight!"

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Although Samantha pretended to follow Emilia's directions, in reality, she was already quite familiar with this road, and even knew exactly where her little sister must be leading her.

Before she had been given an official position in the White Deer Corporation, Samantha hadn't taken any interest in taking up any 'work', unlike her little sister, who actively involved herself with these matters even while she was at school.

Instead, she had been a free spirit who indulged herself in customizing her bikes and taking part in races.

Of course, her shenanigans had given many headaches to both her parents and Noelle, especially since she also took an interest in underground bike racing.

This particular venue was actually one of the legal bike racing sites located right outside their city, called the 'Bucherer', though the things that happened here were sometimes far from legal. Of course, they knew what they could and couldn't do, and always managed to toe the line with the law perfectly.

The real reason most people came here wasn't to race though, but… to bet!

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Every day, there were five grand races at the Bucherer's, two earlier in the day, one when the sun was up high, and the last two highest-stake races in the evening.

Needless to say, things would naturally get a little heated when one of these races came to an end, as many made a fortune through their bets, while others lost everything.

Today, however, things were even hotter than usual, because one of the old stars of the place had made a comeback!

"I cannot believe that McQueen won in her returning debut after so many years!"

"FUCK! I lost twenty grands!"

"Ahaha… shouldn't have bet against the queen, I just made fifty, baby!"

The greatest glory of course went to the winner, along with the grand prize of ten thousand dollars plus one percent of the total betting pool.

Having made more than multiple paychecks worth of money in a single day, the so-called 'McQueen' was obviously grinning ear to ear.

A heavy-set woman with exotic green piercings in her ears sauntered over to the red bike covered in custom lightning designs, patting the back of the winner with a grin. "Yo, Macmillan, looks like you've still got it! I didn't judge you wrong by lending you my baby bolt!"

The winning lady took off her helmet, revealing the exhilarated face of Mrs. Macmillan. "Goddamn, I almost forgot the feeling of winning. This is it! Thanks for lending your bike, Alli, this is what I'd been missing for so many years, shit!"

Mrs. Macmillan unfortunately had to sell her own beloved bike a few years ago, and today she finally realized just how much she regretted the decision.

Allison laughed boisterously. "Ahaha… you done already?"

The dark-haired woman snorted. "Fuck no! I gotta destroy these newbies once more before I go back!"

Allison grinned. "That's the spirit!"

Just a few meters away, a gloomy-looking boy was left grumbling to himself. "Just won by a hair's breadth, don't be so cocky."

Mrs. Macmillan seemed to have heard him, though. "Ahaha… Theo, didn't expect to lose to your beloved teacher, huh?"

The boy just snorted and looked away, refusing to respond.

"Yo, I thought you tried your best to keep your past hidden from your students and husband?"

Mrs. Macmillan snorted. "He's an ex-student, already graduated."

"Oh. Ex-student, huh. Did he also give you a love letter once upon a time? Ahaha…"

Obviously, the reason Allison would ever mention such a thing was because her friend had often bragged about it to her.

Before the 'Emilia era', a dark age as far as she was concerned, Mrs. Macmillan had been pretty used to receiving confessions from most of her students. But that didn't mean there hadn't been exceptions, such as this guy.

Of course, whenever a student acted out of the norm, it did arouse her curiosity a little, and she involuntarily ended up paying them more attention.

It definitely wasn't to get a confession out of them to boost her ego further, by the way.

This guy, Theo, turned out to be an incurable sis-con, and his sister was even one of her current students in class S!

But knowing his past also meant that Mrs. Macmillan could rest assured when it came to the secrecy of her hobbies at school, because she knew how Theo's mind worked.

This sis-con would never dare ruin his image in front of his little sister, which was why he did his best to look like a diligent nerd, going so far as to wear glasses without a prescription. Would he dare expose that he was a delinquent bike racer just to make things a little difficult for her? Unlikely.

Allison's eyes shone in mirth as she stomped her foot heavily on the ground, instantly grabbing everyone's attention, including Theo. "Yo, skinny ass bitch, my friend here dares you to go another round so she can destroy your punk ass. Dare?"

Theo's eyes instantly turned red in anger, and he barely restrained the urge to slam his helmet on the woman's head. "FUCK! Who doesn't dare? This daddy bets a hundred thousand grand on my victory!"

Mrs. Macmillan smirked. "Hoh, although my friend here is a little fiery in her words, I concur. All my winnings so far, I bet on a second win!"

The atmosphere immediately heated up again.

"Whoa! Let's go again!"

"Bitches, call me grandpa when you lose!"

Before the second race started, however, a newcomer arrived at the venue, instantly catching every single eye and ear to its beautiful diamond blue coat and the prideful thumping of its five hundred CC engine.

Even those who couldn't recognize at a glance just what it was, could tell that this was a winner. In the right hands, at least.

Unfortunately, the ones riding it seemed to be two little girls who probably didn't even know much about its history or prestige.

Allison whistled. "Daamn, look at that eye candy!"

Of course, she was talking about the bike, and not the girls on top. Allison may not look like it, but she was a very straight girl. The tragedy of her life, since she found it much easier to hook little sisters than she did big brothers, who classified her as a 'bro' on sight.

But not everyone else was the same. Although their attention had first been grabbed by the bike, it instantly shifted somewhere entirely different.

"Whoa!"

"Look at the legs on that thing!"

Theo, the runner-up of the last race, vaguely felt that he had seen those legs before. 'W-Wait a minute, why the fuck do I have the legs of some girl who isn't my precious sister in my memory?! Evil thoughts begone!'

Needless to say, the anti-bro strategies being used by his little sister hadn't had many long-term effects yet, and his resolve was firm as ever.

It was normal for these people to not be able to recognize Sam, given she was wearing a helmet, and this wasn't the bike she usually rode on, anyway, nor was she in her usual biker gear.

In fact, most assumed her to be a newbie based on her bike alone, since no one would keep such a gem hidden if they had it, would they?

Samantha didn't seem to care about their thousand different thoughts, and calmly parked the bike close to the betting house, just like her little sister told her to.

Emilia swiveled down from her seat, her palm pressing against Samantha's arm as she released the lock on her helmet before taking it off with a flourish. Before people could even gaze at her face, her boisterous voice rang through the venue.

"Ten million dollars and a kiss on my sister's win!"

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