Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Although she nodded tremblingly in agreement to let Yvonne wash her hair, it seemed more like forced compliance due to fear rather than willingness to let Yvonne help her.

How to put it…

It felt rather peculiar.

Yvonne hadn’t done anything excessive, nor had she threatened her, yet little Elsa was still very afraid of her.

The Elsa who always clung to Yvonne and sought to bully her had long since maxed out her affection for Yvonne. Yvonne had grown accustomed to her sticking close all day.

If the 16-year-old Elsa were here, she’d probably cling to Yvonne like an octopus.

Thinking of the original Elsa made Yvonne’s chest tighten painfully.

But still… why did she like Yvonne so much? The things Yvonne did before transferring schools didn’t seem enough to make her think of Yvonne this way…

This may sound excessively humble, but Yvonne didn’t consider herself to have such strong appeal to women, nor was she some kind of female heartbreaker. Moreover, the object of attraction was the female protagonist who had up to 50 potential love interests in this game.

Yvonne lacked the confidence that her charm could overshadow so many handsome men, outshining them all, to make a woman originally set as heterosexual fall for her.

On the contrary, now she trembled in fear just from Yvonne’s touch. The contrast was far too stark, which greatly disheartened Yvonne.

Although she could understand, after all, Elsa had just been rescued from such a terrible environment. It was normal to have psychological trauma.

The original game never mentioned at all that the female protagonist had such a tragic past.

Or rather, it was completely unnoticeable from her character design.

How strong must her inner core be, to transform into that optimistic and cheerful appearance?

Yvonne just realized that although Elsa seemed to understand her well, she didn’t understand Elsa at all.

Yvonne wet Elsa’s hair with warm water, gently massaging her scalp,

The tangled hair at the bottom was a bit difficult to wash, but she patiently combed through the knotted parts bit by bit,

This gentleness made Elsa feel quite at a loss.

“Um… What do you intend to do in the end?” 

Elsa finally mustered the courage to speak up timidly, her voice weak,

“Giving me a bath, clothes to wear… and even delicious food to eat… Why are you being so kind to me?”

It simply felt like a dream

She had no value whatsoever, so why would this unfamiliar Young Miss treat her so well?

The reason…

Of course, it was because Yvonne liked her.

But she certainly couldn’t say that, right?

Yvonne fell silent, contemplating a reasonable explanation.

However, any reason would be too far-fetched for the current Elsa.

Saying something like ‘I’m your lover from 9 years in the future’—no one would believe that, right? Especially not a child.

Oh well, she might as well make a joke here.

Yvonne took Elsa’s small, wet hands from the warm water and cupped her face.

“—Because I want to bully you.”

She gave a completely unexpected reason.

This Young Miss, about Yvonne’s age, looked at her seriously, then showed a sincere smile.

Her smile was as radiant as her golden hair.

“…Eh, ehh??”

Elsa’s innocent, perplexed expression was also very cute.

Well, being able to see such an adorable sight makes the price of time travel worth it.

Yvonne couldn’t help but think.

“From today on, be my playmate!”

“Okay…”

Unable to refuse, Elsa could only nod.

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After dressing her up, Yvonne finally saw a glimpse of Elsa’s future outline in her appearance.

She wore a white formal blouse on top, and a flowy skirt on the bottom. After dressing her, Yvonne had her spin around in front of her.

This kind of uniform suited slender, petite children best.

Although she still needed to gain some weight, Yvonne should add more meat to her diet in the future.

As the skirt folds fluttered lightly, Yvonne clasped her hands in satisfaction, praising repeatedly.

“Mm! Beautiful! It really suits you!”

Yvonne wore this outfit around this time last year, but she’d grown a bit taller now and couldn’t wear it anymore. It fit Elsa perfectly.

“Um… Thank you for giving me this outfit…”

After grooming, Elsa’s ear-length short hair looked very cute. She looked completely different,

The pure white fabric and lace-trimmed edges made her appear delicate and charming.

“I still don’t know how to address you…”

Elsa asked nervously, her hands clasped in front of her,

Yvonne suddenly realized that she hadn’t told Elsa her name.

“Ah, my name is—”

Just as Yvonne was about to blurt out her name,

A familiar blue system frame suddenly popped up, blocking her mouth.

Written on the blue frame was: [Prohibited Action]

Oh, so she couldn’t tell her name?

Wait—The system was still here?!

Yvonne remembered the system first appeared when she awakened her past life memories at 13 years old.

But the villain system usually used a detestable red display bar, while the one that just appeared to stop her from giving her name was blue.

She’d never seen this color before, and it hadn’t given her any tasks when she was with Elsa.

Was this… the same system?

She should observe carefully for a while.

“Just call me ‘Young Miss’ like the maids do,” Yvonne had to change her words and say.

“…Alright.”

Little Elsa looked somewhat disappointed, hanging her head.

Uwah……

Yvonne really wanted to rush over and hug her, telling her it wasn’t because she disliked her that she wasn’t telling her name, but because of the system—

But she was afraid that such an intimate gesture might be met with aversion.

But thinking carefully, it made sense,

At their first meeting, although she knew Yvonne’s name. Elsa didn’t recognize her.

So, if Yvonne rashly told her name, perhaps the subsequent story would become completely different.

However… not being allowed to disclose her name… this was truly troublesome.

But this child looked so scared, she probably wouldn’t have the courage to ask the adults around about Yvonne’s name.

In the mansion, except for Yvonne’s father and mother, almost everyone else addressed her as ‘Young Miss’,

If she was careful, she shouldn’t expose her identity.

Ding-a-ling—

The sound of the dining cart rang out.

“Young Miss, your ordered meal is ready.”

“Mm, just leave it there.”

“This is…”

Little Elsa peeked out from behind Yvonne, curiously looking around,

On the small cart that was pushed in, there was a large bell-shaped silver food cover.

Having become slightly more familiar with the environment, Elsa’s gaze finally became a bit bolder.

Yvonne had only given her some white bread to eat before the bath, thinking she might be hungry again,

So she told the head chef she wanted an extra meal, and now the maid was pushing in the dining cart.

“This is today’s portion of bullying.”

…Bullying?

Before the maid could act, Yvonne handed the silver cutlery to Elsa.

“You can only stop when you’re too full to eat anymore, understand?”

Was she unsure how to use the knife and fork…

But seeing Elsa holding the knife and fork uncertainly, Yvonne finally realized,

“You use them like this, come, I’ll teach you. Sit up a little.”

Like embracing her own younger siblings, Yvonne picked Elsa up and placed her on her lap.

Then she held both Elsa’s hands with her own,

“Hold the knife or spoon in your right hand, fork in the left, grip the end lightly, press your index finger on the handle… then like this—”

Hand over hand, Yvonne taught her how to use the fork to hold the meat in place, and how to use the knife to cut the food into bite-sized pieces.

“…………”

Focused on teaching behind her, Yvonne didn’t notice that little Elsa’s face had already turned as red as the sauce on the plate.