Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

“Hehe~ Elsa… your face is so red~”

Lying on the bed, holding her small hand, Yvonne was thoroughly teasing the current little Elsa.

“This… this is because…”

Pulled onto the bed, her little tongue seemed tied in knots, stammering and unable to speak clearly.

How could such a pure child grow up to be like that later?

Thinking of Elsa’s future expression—outwardly pure but inwardly cunning—Yvonne felt rather conflicted.

But, come to think of it… does this make her fickle?

Realizing this question, Yvonne felt a strange sense of guilt,

No, no, no…

She hurriedly denied it in her heart.

They’re the same person after all… it shouldn’t count, right?

Moreover, compared to that mischievous one who always liked to tease her, this young version of the female protagonist trembling like a little bunny was more endearing, making one want to bully her a bit.

…After all, there won’t be a chance when she grows up,

Might as well take this opportunity for revenge!

“Ah~ Could it be… Elsa doesn’t like sleeping with me?”

Deliberately putting on an innocent look, Yvonne intentionally brought her face closer,

“No… I, I don’t mean that…”

Little Elsa answered incoherently,

The closer Yvonne got, the more nervous she became, her face turning rosy as if undergoing some strange chemical reaction, looking incredibly cute.

“Hmm… so you do like it?”

Yvonne chuckled as she kept getting closer, thoroughly enjoying observing little Elsa’s adorable facial changes at such close range.

“Li…”

Finally, her face completely red like a little apple, under Yvonne’s coercion and enticement, she said that word.

“…Like.”

The voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear.

Those pure eyes, free of any impurity, gazed directly at her,

As if she were her entire world.

“…………”

To be honest, the impact of hearing the word ‘like’ from such a pure child’s mouth was greater than Yvonne had imagined.

Like… like… like…

In her mind, there was nothing but the repeated playback of the ‘like’ she had just uttered.

Seeing the Young Miss’s expression become a bit strange, little Elsa became flustered, thinking her answer was too vague, and hurriedly repeated several times:

“Like… I like Young Miss… no, I like you the most! So… sleeping together… if I can, I’ll do my best!”

Holding her hand, little Elsa knelt on the bed facing her, stammering words that could easily be misunderstood,

Child… what exactly are you trying your best at?!

Ahhh—Really!!

It was too much.

Could this be the power of nature?

It’s truly terrifying—absolutely horrifying!!

“Young Miss, um… your face is very red too, you know?”

“Sh-Shut up…”

Caught off guard by this barrage of ‘likes’, Yvonne’s face had turned completely red, regretfully covering her face with the blanket.

A strong sense of defeat washed over her,

Uwaaah~~~ She meant to tease her, but ended up being the embarrassed one herself!!

What’s the point of the bully having such thin skin!!

You’re the adult here! The other is just a child!!

“…Young Miss?”

She tilted her head looking at her, but Yvonne couldn’t say a word.

So, does this mean that whether it’s the grown-up version or this small one in front of her, she’s completely helpless against Elsa?

Realizing this, Yvonne fell into deep self-doubt.

“Could it be… you have a fever?”

Not sure how she came to this conclusion,

But her next bold move startled Yvonne, who had yet to recover.

“—!!”

Imitating Linda’s method, Elsa used her small hand to brush aside the messy bangs on Yvonne’s forehead, and pressed her forehead against hers.

Her little nose tip touched Yvonne’s,

At an extremely close distance, as close as could be.

If she were just a little more proactive, she could shamelessly steal her lips and complete the conquest mission.

But Yvonne didn’t do so.

“Mm… it doesn’t seem like a fever?”

Like receiving a final blow in a 1v1 game when already at low health,

Completely sunk.

In her mind, Yvonne already saw herself lying peacefully in a wreath:

Yvonne Smollett, aged seven, cause of death: cuteness overload

“Young Miss… you must take good care of your health.”

After confirming she was fine, Elsa sighed in relief and got off her.

“Hmph… my health has always been good! Rather, you—”

“Uwah—”

Determined to counterattack, little Yvonne hugged her as she tried to slip away.

Upon hugging her, the soft feeling unique to children greeted her,

“Y-Young Miss… what are you doing?”

Little Elsa, face red, allowed the Young Miss to hold and touch her.

“Don’t move, let me check if you’re developing normally.”

She began to examine little Elsa’s physical condition.

She’s been fed well these days, why does she still feel so thin…

When she first arrived, she was worryingly thin. Although she’s better now, overall, her body type is still on the slim side

Why hasn’t she gained much flesh?

“I say… have you really been eating well?”

Yvonne was somewhat dissatisfied with the feel of her little cat she was raising.

“Uu… I, I eat until I’m very full every day…”

As the Young Miss’s hands moved downward, touching her little tummy, Elsa said tremblingly, nearly crying from embarrassment

But it’s not that she disliked it… it’s just that besides feeling ticklish, there was also some other indescribable feeling stirring in her heart, making her feel very ashamed.

That kind of indecent… absolutely not good thoughts for children… no!

“Eat a bit more… and gain some weight, okay? That way, I’ll be more comfortable hugging you at night.”

Eh?

Hearing about sleeping together, Elsa’s face reddened again.

So that’s what the Young Miss meant?

“Um… I’ll do my best to be a good pillow for Young Miss!”

“Hmph…”

Even though she said this, the Young Miss still wouldn’t let go.

The two hugged like this, and ended up falling asleep again.

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As a result, they were undoubtedly late for that afternoon’s etiquette class.

Yvonne was also severely scolded by the etiquette teacher, punished to stand balancing a cup of water on her head for two hours, paying a painful price for this teasing.