Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

“Elsa, are you alright?”

“Not really… Urgh!”

“If you feel unwell, you should throw up.”

“No… I can still hold it…”

Seeing her pained expression, Yvonne couldn’t help but feel distressed.

I was careless…

Who would have thought Elsa was prone to motion sickness.

Yvonne herself was used to riding in carriages since childhood, so she didn’t feel any discomfort.

But unlike her, Elsa had little experience with transportation.

It was fine when they first set out, as the carriage initially traveled on relatively smooth main roads, but after leaving the city and entering forest paths, the road became bumpier, and the wooden wheels inevitably made the ride unstable.

Moreover, the carriage was pulled by the swift dragon Sphinx, faster than ordinary horses, which further intensified the jolting.

“If only we had silver shoes.”

Rubbing Elsa’s back, she couldn’t help but sigh,

“…Are you referring to the fairy tale?”

“Mm.”

They had both read that story as children,

Silver shoes—the magical item that could take you home after clicking the heels together three times.

This was supposed to be a fantasy world with magic, so why weren’t there such wonderful, dream-like items?

“If we had such convenient tools, you wouldn’t have to suffer like this.”

“I’m not… suffering… I feel very happy now—Ugh!”

“You look like you’re about to vomit!”

They had only traveled halfway, and she was already pale, looking quite concerning.

“Wouldn’t it be better if you just threw up?”

Yvonne suggested, but she painfully shook her head.

The sight of vomiting wasn’t pleasant, and even if it would bring some relief, Elsa didn’t want her to see such an unsightly state.

“…I won’t think badly of you, you know.”

Yvonne felt helpless, as she was always forcing herself in such situations.

“Even so, I can’t… Urk!”

Feeling she could no longer speak properly, she reflexively hunched over, covering her mouth with her hand.

A strong burning sensation rose from her stomach, as if something was churning and boiling there, nearly making her lose control.

“—Hiss!”

Yvonne formed a circle with her index finger and thumb, placing her lips against it, and after taking a deep breath, blew out a clear whistle.

This trick mimicked the swift dragon’s call, issuing a command, and was an advanced dragon-taming technique.

Hearing the whistle, Sphinx’s speed noticeably slowed, and the carriage became relatively more stable.

Her complexion finally eased somewhat.

“Let’s go slower, we’re not in a rush anyway.”

Her pale face, with wisps of hair on her forehead dampened by sweat, and cold sweat soaking through the back of her clothes.

Yvonne stroked her back,

“Take a rest, shoulder or knee, which do you want to borrow?”

“…All of it.”

Wanting it all is too greedy.

Though she wanted to retort like this, Elsa’s weak appearance made her unable to refuse, so she agreed.

But how to provide all of it?

Yvonne racked her brains, unable to figure out a position that could offer both shoulder and lap pillow.

But soon she understood what Elsa meant.

“Then I’ll help myself~”

Sitting on her lap, she collapsed entirely into Yvonne’s embrace, arms passing around both sides of her body, directly hugging her waist, making her completely immobile and causing her heart to race.

She shouldn’t have let her guard down just because Elsa was momentarily weak.

How careless…

This girl… must be doing this on purpose, right?!

“Evie’s body… is so soft and comfortable…”

Burying her face in Yvonne’s chest, she made a satisfied sound,

This energetic appearance made one doubt if her previous weakness was feigned.

Yvonne felt somewhat embarrassed and annoyed:

“I didn’t say you could borrow this part—”

“This part of Evie calms me down the most…”

Lying here, she couldn’t feel the jolting at all, truly the best shock absorber.

“What are you treating me as—Really!!”

“~Is it not allowed?”

She blinked her misty eyes pitifully, looking up at Yvonne.

“…Just this once.”

Though she wanted to refuse, she ended up compromising.

“~~I love Evie the most!”

Cunning girl…

Hugged to immobility, Yvonne could only allow her to bury her face in her cleavage, with only this descriptor coming to mind.

Elsa gently nuzzled her face, also reddening Yvonne’s cheeks.

It tickles…

Like this, she was just like a kitten clinging to its mother.

To prevent her from sliding off, Yvonne carefully embraced her, her movements gentle, as if touching a fragile treasure.

The unique citrus scent from her body entered Yvonne’s nostrils, carrying her thoughts away, and the uncomfortable churning sensation in her body finally calmed somewhat.

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“Mmm…”

“Are you awake?”

Before she opened her eyes, a gentle hand rested on top of her head,

“Just bear with it a little longer.”

We’re almost there.

Glancing out the carriage window, Elsa realized the surrounding scenery had quietly changed.

We’ve come so far already…

After sleeping comfortably on her, the discomfort had mostly dissipated, but thinking about facing Yvonne’s parents next, Elsa’s stomach began to ache again,

“I feel a bit nervous…”

She accidentally spoke her thoughts aloud.

“Pfft… Why are you nervous? You’ve met my family before, haven’t you?”

“But that was when we were children…”

Elsa was still somewhat worried.

“Father has a good memory, so I think he should remember you.”

“—Really?”

Thinking that she still left an impression on Evie’s parents, Elsa felt a bit more confident.

Actually, to be prudent, Yvonne had mentioned Elsa in her reply letter, so her parents should already know about this news, so there was really no need to worry about this issue.

However, she wouldn’t mention this in front of Elsa, otherwise, this girl would surely become even more presumptuous.

“—Oh right, you should be careful about this, when you meet my father, don’t use titles like ‘Duke’ anymore.”

This form of address would be inappropriate, after all, the Smollett family had lost their noble titles. If people with ill intentions heard this address, it could invite unnecessary trouble.

“…Then how should I address your father?”

“What else, just normally call him ‘Uncle’.”

Seeing her conflicted expression, Yvonne couldn’t help but smile:

“Don’t tell me you want to call him something else?”

Elsa stuck out her tongue.

Rather than uncle, she wanted to brazenly call him Father.