Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

In the cramped space, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

“…What’s wrong, didn’t you say you were willing to be bullied by me?”

With one hand against the wall, maintaining a kabedon pose, she looked down at her victim and unconsciously uttered lines befitting a villain.

After being led around by the nose by her bullying target, she finally regained a bit of her villainous feel.

“Uu… hah, huff, hah…”

However, Elsa currently had no spare energy to answer her. She could only look at Yvonne with reproachful eyes brimming with tears, unable to endure. Yvonne felt she was taking advantage of the situation with such questioning, so she focused on steadying Elsa’s hand, helping her shift her weight onto Yvonne’s right leg that was propping her up.

But after maintaining this difficult position for so long while supporting Elsa’s weight, Yvonne felt her strength failing. Her straining thigh began to weaken.

“N-no—”

Placing almost all her weight on Yvonne and clinging to her shoulders, Elsa pleaded in a voice nearly on the verge of tears.

“Sorry, but I can’t hold on much longer either…”

“…Don’t leave me, please, I beg you.”

In a trembling voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum, she used the last bit of strength in her exhale to express her words.

“……”

Seeing her in this state, Yvonne unconsciously swallowed.

This bullying seemed to have gone too far indeed.

In many ways.

“Uu… ugh…”

The body leaning against her trembled repeatedly. Elsa’s face showed an unusual flush, her breathing gradually becoming rapid. It was clear she was struggling to stay calm, teetering on the edge of collapse.

Yvonne never imagined things would turn out like this…

It all started with today’s bullying task.

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“E~vie~!”

After class, a familiar voice rang out beside her.

“Let’s go pick flowers together!”

She extended this enthusiastic invitation, still wearing that radiant smile that was hard to refuse.

“Again…”

Of course, between girls, this so-called ‘flower picking’ wasn’t literal, but rather a euphemism for a certain excretory activity.

Because they now sat apart after the seating change, Elsa had started actively inviting Yvonne to participate in this routine girls’ activity—going to the bathroom together!

It seems… even in this other world, it’s the same.

Yvonne couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

This was something almost all girls did, a sign of close friendship.

Precisely because human females are more socially inclined than males, they like to use these fragments of time for social activities, to prove they are ‘part of the group.’

Because females are relatively weaker, like those herbivores on the grasslands that need to live in herds to survive successfully, going together allows them to avoid facing unknown situations alone. They can also comfort each other, share various feelings, and thereby fill the emptiness and loneliness in their hearts.

In a group-living society like school, going to the bathroom alone for long periods would be seen as unsociable and isolated.

However, this invitation was still within normal bounds. Apart from some off-kilter aspects, Yvonne was actually quite willing to engage in normal social interactions with Elsa.

The original villain and the original protagonist burying the hatchet and becoming friends—such a story ending wouldn’t be bad, a nice tale indeed.

Yvonne didn’t like stories where the villain remained evil to the end. Although stories with clear-cut good and bad characters were easy to read without much thought, in the end, they always felt lacking something.

After all, in this world, no one starts out as a villain.

Those who are pitiful must have detestable aspects, and vice versa.

If possible, she still wanted to be treated gently by this world.

Well… come to think of it, in her previous life, she often did such things with close friends too—

Recalling her past, a knowing smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

Thinking this, Yvonne accepted Elsa’s ‘flower picking’ invitation.

But soon, the smile froze on her face.

After they arrived at the restroom at the end of the hallway, the villain system popped up with today’s task.

This time’s task

Actually…

Actually was—

…Not letting her use the bathroom?!

The time limit was 30 minutes, and the countdown had already begun upon confirmation.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing Yvonne standing there in a daze, Elsa was a bit confused.

“Well… there are too many people on this floor. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Saying this, she took Elsa’s hand.

“Okay~”

Fortunately, she still wore that silly smile, not suspecting anything.

Yvonne was getting increasingly adept at dealing with this girl.

It was now the break between the second and third afternoon classes, with nearly an hour of afternoon tea time, so time wasn’t too pressing.

But no matter what, holding out for half an hour was too much to ask!

“Evie… why did we come to a place like this?”

Arriving at the secluded annex building, Elsa unconsciously lowered her voice, asking quietly.

The annex building was generally used for art classes and magic potion experiments.

“The restrooms here are cleaner…”

Yvonne wracked her brains, trying hard to come up with a reasonable excuse.

“Evie, you’re unexpectedly fond of cleanliness…”

Elsa nodded repeatedly in understanding.

Actually, there wasn’t much difference.

Although considered an unremarkable ‘countryside school’ by the nobles from the royal capital, it was actually quite clean and tidy.

With preset magical formulas for automatic cleaning, it even had air fresheners like in shopping malls, smelling natural and comfortable, without any odd odors.

“…Come to think of it, this is my first time in the annex building.”

Watching Elsa look around curiously, Yvonne suddenly remembered that she had transferred in some time after this semester started.

Because they had always been in the same school before, she had unconsciously overlooked this point.

“Why don’t we look around here for a bit!”

This was a great opportunity to kill time!

“Weren’t we going to pick flowers first?”

“…That’s true.”

Looking at the system prompt showing 25 minutes remaining, Yvonne’s mouth twitched as she tried to slow her pace as much as possible.

“Hurry up… I really can’t hold it anymore.”

Elsa, with an unusually red face, showed a reproachful expression as she walked ahead, pulling Yvonne along. This made Yvonne feel even more uneasy.

What should I do…

With this worry in her heart, the two entered the quiet, empty restroom at the end of the hallway.

“Well then, I’ll just—”

—Thud.

A hand appeared in her field of vision, blocking her way.

Yvonne instinctively stretched out her right hand, making a gesture that left the other party nowhere to escape.

“…Huh? What’s going on?”

Suddenly, what was this about?

Perhaps because they were alone in this environment, such an action added a hint of ambiguity.

“—I won’t let you have your way.”

“Come on, stop joking around—”

Even though Yvonne uttered this villainous line with great intensity, Elsa still thought she was joking. She tried to move Yvonne’s hand away, but found it as immovable as if nailed to the wall.

“…I’m not joking.”

Yvonne said with a flushed face. It was clear she was also quite troubled.

Although the bullying methods had been softened considerably each time, Yvonne was always very serious about the act of ‘bullying’ itself.

As the person involved, Elsa knew this better than anyone.

Elsa finally realized what kind of crisis she was facing.

So, this is today’s bullying…?