Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

But… how exactly should she help Elsa?

Yuna was very troubled. She decided to start with some things within her capabilities.

“Alright, it’s time to change seats!”

“Nooo~~~”

Ignoring the protests from the students, Yuna stepped onto a small stool to reach higher, posted the new seating chart on the blackboard, and clapped her hands:

“Okay—everyone! Get moving~ Change seats according to this chart!”

Of course, she had made some arrangements regarding this seating order.

Before, when Elsa actively requested to change seats, she didn’t think much of it and agreed. Now thinking about it, she might have been coerced—

Uuu~ I’ve failed as a teacher!!

So, Yuna decided to use her authority to move these two further apart!

Changing seats…

This time, her assigned seat was on the opposite side of the classroom from Elsa, at the perfect maximum distance.

Not having to sit with the protagonist during class actually made Yvonne, the villain, breathe a sigh of relief. Whenever she was in close contact with Elsa, the villain system would randomly pop up tasks. If it happened during class, some bullying requests would put her in a difficult position. So, changing seats was actually a good thing that made Yvonne feel more at ease.

But Elsa didn’t seem to think so.

So lonely~~~ So lonely!!

If she couldn’t sit next to Yvonne, it felt like there was no point in coming to this school!

Is it really that serious?

“…I don’t want to be separated from Evie.”

During lunch break, looking at Elsa clinging to her arm like a piece of chewing gum that wouldn’t come off no matter how she shook it, a feeling of helplessness washed over Yvonne.

This girl who’s so good at acting spoiled, really…

I give up…

“Look… How long are you going to cling to me?”

Although she had said cool things like ‘you can be more selfish,’ she didn’t mean this clingy aspect!

“—Of course until Evie starts bullying me.”

Being looked at with such expectant eyes made ‘bullying’ seem like some kind of reward.

When did their relationship become so weird? She didn’t even like bullying people!

But… recently…

How to put it?

Yvonne seemed to be gradually experiencing a different feeling from the daily ‘bullying.’

Was it because she knew the person being bullied was actually happy? Although she still felt very resistant to the act of ‘bullying’ itself, when the specific target was Elsa, she felt less averse to it. Sometimes she even felt a bit excited.

No, no, no, this definitely wasn’t her awakening to some special preference or anything. It was just that rather than painfully doing something, it’s better to be happier about it, right?

So—it definitely wasn’t some kind of sadistic tendencies being ignited—

Definitely not!

“…Just how much do you like being bullied?”

Yvonne couldn’t help but ask.

“I don’t actually like being bullied…”

As she said this, she lowered her eyelids, a hint of loneliness flashing in her eyes.

“…Then why?”

“I just like being bullied by Evie, that’s all.”

—.

“…What’s that supposed to mean.”

Continuing to look into her eyes felt like it would become dangerous, so Yvonne unconsciously averted her gaze.

That line… was too unfair.

Elsa continued to smile as she watched, her grip tightening.

But…

Speaking of changing seats, it really does bring back memories.

—Things that happened before.

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Three years ago.

—Vixen

—Why don’t you just die

—Low-class goods seducing men to climb up

—You really think you’re popular? No way, right?

Every day when she came to school, her desk would be covered with such nasty words written in black ink.

Not just ink, some were even carved with small knives.

“Decompose—reconstruct.”

Thanks to these people, her desk was getting thinner and thinner.

Although she could easily deal with these things using magic and pretended not to care or notice, it still made her feel uncomfortable…

“Just a bitch who smiles stupidly at any man she sees.”

“Hah, you really think you’re everyone’s darling?”

Textbooks that would occasionally disappear, and malicious words that would penetrate even if she plugged her ears.

Malice was everywhere, but the more this happened, the more she missed that person who treated her with kindness.

“Miss Elsa, what’s wrong?”

“…No, it’s nothing.”

Silently putting away her torn-up homework, she could only smile like this at the classmate who ‘kindly’ showed concern.

If she didn’t do this, the ‘bullying’ would only escalate.

It felt like every girl around her wore a fake smile.

But there was one exception.

Dazzling long golden curls, and an exquisite face.

Upturned eyes that gave off an aggressive feeling, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

A young lady of outstanding appearance who left a deep impression with just a glance—

And she was the daughter of that renowned duke’s family.

How nice…

Elsa was very envious.

If she could be like her, simultaneously possessing status, identity, and such looks, would she not be bullied?

Could that person be her?… No, probably not.

After the last seating change, this duke’s daughter sat next to her.

Although she didn’t take the initiative to talk, the girl seemed to intentionally or unintentionally do some ‘strange’ things to her.

She felt like she was quite different from the rumors.

Click—

This time it was her who moved the chair after Elsa stood up.

Like a crudely made trap that was too obvious, it inversely created a desire to step on it.

What would happen if she just sat down?

Elsa pretended to be completely unaware and sat down, feigning ignorance.

“Careful.”

But unexpectedly, just as she was about to fall, the other girl reached out her hand and steadily caught her.

“…!”

Thus, she unexpectedly fell into a very warm embrace.

So a girl’s body is this soft?

A very soft sensation transmitted through the fabric of the uniform shirt.

It was her first time being held so carefully, as if holding something fragile. This young lady’s face showed a nervous expression that didn’t match her rumored image.

“—Someone put a splinter on your seat.”

After steadying her, she whispered in Elsa’s ear.

“Ah…?”

She hurriedly looked back and only then noticed an inconspicuous sharp splinter that had appeared on the seat.

Traces of magic having been used.

If she had sat down without any caution, she would definitely have been hurt badly.

Thinking of this, a chill ran down her spine.

“…Don’t misunderstand,”

After helping her stand steady, she finally let go of her hand, deliberately emphasizing:

“I—am bullying you, you know?”

As she said this, the blush on her face had not yet faded, unexpectedly cute.

Pft.

As someone well-acquainted with being bullied, hearing such a statement not only left Elsa’s heart unmoved but even made her want to laugh a little.

Don’t underestimate ‘bullying’—young lady.