Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Conquest Mission “Soulmate”:

[Requirement 1: Forbidden to influence future plot developments]

[Requirement 2: Raise female protagonist ‘Elsa’s’ affection to maximum]

[Requirement 3: Obtain the female protagonist’s ‘Contract Kiss’]

[Completion Reward: Gain new “Conqueror” status]

[Note: After mission completion, the host will return to the original time point]

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“…Why can’t I say Lady Yvonne’s name in front of that child? Why?”

Michel, pulled aside, was very confused.

“Your Highness Michel, please… Although I can’t explain the specific reasons, this is really important to me!”

Though puzzled, Michel still nodded and agreed to Yvonne’s request.

She really hadn’t expected the prince to come play with her today after his sword practice.

Moreover, he had obtained his father’s permission and come directly to her room.

Thus, Yvonne was caught completely off guard for the first meeting between the game’s male and female protagonists.

Yvonne had a bad feeling about this.

Soon, her premonition came true:

“I’m Michel, and this lovely lady—may I know your name?”

“…Elsa.”

It must be said, Michel’s smile was very approachable. Even the usually shy Elsa let down her guard when she saw Michel,

She certainly hadn’t been like this when first meeting Yvonne. This prince with his natural halo had achieved in an instant what had taken Yvonne so long to accomplish.

Feelings of jealousy and insecurity grew wildly in her heart.

But she didn’t know that it was because of her presence that little Elsa had such courage.

“What a lovely name. It means ‘smile’… I bet Miss Elsa must look very cute when she smiles.”

“…Th-thank you.”

After just a few exchanges, Elsa’s face was already slightly flushed, and she shyly lowered her head.

Damn it… this flirtatious guy!

Due to his “proper upbringing,” although still young, this prince already had quite a way with women.

“I’ve already heard the details from the maid over there. I really didn’t expect my fiancée to perform such a righteous act.”

“Cough cough cough—”

Hearing this title, Yvonne almost choked.

“…Fiancée?”

A look of surprise also appeared on little Elsa’s face.

“No… it’s just because of our families’ elders, we’re tentatively engaged!”

Yvonne hurriedly explained to Elsa. Behind her, Linda heard this explanation and shook her head helplessly.

“But we’ve already made an agreement that if we meet someone we truly like when we grow up, we’ll apply to both our parents to dissolve this engagement!”

“However… even though I say that, I still quite fancy you.”

He looked at her without blinking, his face sincere. For a moment, Yvonne almost believed him.

“…I’m sure you’ve said the same thing to other girls?!”

Actually, Yvonne rather admired him. This prince could always say such embarrassing lines with a straight face without blushing. It could be called a talent.

Just then, Linda walked in, politely knocking on the open door.

“Young Miss, the tea and snacks are ready.”

“Oh right, Elsa! Come have tea with us—Today’s snack is honey nut biscuits!”

She had wanted Elsa to try this exquisite delicacy for a long time.

Honey nut biscuits were a kind of small cookie similar to mille-feuille. Layers of crispy pastry were stacked, brushed with butter, filled with various nuts, baked, then drizzled with honey or syrup made from boiled sugar,

Although bitter tea might be difficult for children to drink, it was a different story when paired with sweet snacks.

“Yes, Miss Elsa, why don’t you come sit with us for tea?”

Michel also extended an invitation,

“…Is that really alright?”

Elsa was somewhat apprehensive.

Although she didn’t know Michel’s identity, just stepping out of the room and seeing the long line of servants standing in the corridor made it clear he was no ordinary person.

Could someone like her really have tea with the Young Miss and Lord Michel?

“It’s fine, of course it’s fine.”

Yvonne took her hand, leading the anxious Elsa to the tea table.

It was a 2×2 four-person table, with tea sets and snacks already prepared according to the number of people.

As the visiting guest, Michel was seated first.

If there were three people, two would always end up sitting side by side.

“Um… that…”

Realizing this, a certain thought crossed Elsa’s mind for the first time:

“…May I choose my own seat?”

“Of course, you can sit wherever you like, Miss Elsa.”

Michel still smiled, opening his palm to indicate Elsa could choose freely.

“I-It might be rude… but could I sit next to Lord Michel?”

Little Elsa was startled by her own sudden willfulness.

Because… no matter what… she didn’t want the Young Miss to sit with her fiancé.

Those two looked so well-matched.

And if they sat together, wouldn’t they be able to feed each other intimately?

If she saw such a scene, Elsa felt she might cry shamefully.

Why was this?

Was she a bad child?

Such feelings arose in her heart for the first time.

What…

Hearing Elsa’s request, little Yvonne was so surprised her mouth fell open.

She really panicked.

Was this the power of the male protagonist’s halo?

Her affection level was already so high after just one meeting??

“—N-No!”

Thinking of this, Yvonne immediately intervened in panic, stepping forward to block Elsa from sitting in that seat.

After realizing her own feelings, she had decided she would no longer play the villain role of matchmaker for the female protagonist’s romance.

—Elsa was hers!!

She would absolutely not let anyone take her away!

“…Why?”

Yvonne desperately searched her mind for a reason:

“Of course I, as his fiancée, should sit next to Michel!”

Better to sacrifice herself than let the female and male protagonists sit together—

“But… didn’t you just say it didn’t count, Young Miss?”

Elsa was surprisingly insistent, refusing to back down even though she was scared to the point of tears.

This childish side was quite unexpected to Yvonne.

Were the male and female protagonists really destined to be attracted to each other…

“Oh my, oh my, I really am sinful…”

Michel held his forehead, shaking his head slightly as he said his catchphrase.

He had seen many scenes of jealousy between two women fighting over one man or multiple women competing.

However, he didn’t know that although the two were indeed jealous, neither his fiancée Yvonne nor the female protagonist Elsa, who might potentially develop a route with him, coveted the seat beside him. The reason they wanted that seat was to prevent the other from sitting next to him.

“…Young Miss.”

Seeing through everything, the maid Linda helplessly stepped forward and offered a suitable suggestion:

“—Why don’t you two girls sit together?”

Oh yeah… why not?

Yvonne finally realized she had also been led astray.

This was indeed the best option.

“C-Can we?”

Little Elsa blinked her eyes, looking at Yvonne with an expression of overwhelming joy,

“Mm, let’s sit like that.”

Finally, the two sat down contentedly, holding hands.

So, after the tea was served, the male protagonist could only sit alone on one side with a complex expression, watching his fiancée, the villain Young Miss, happily feeding the female protagonist Elsa across from him.