Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Crackle crackle crackle, bang bang bang—crackle crackle crackle

An unusual knocking sound resonated at the door,

“—Coming right away!”

Hearing this sound, Yvonne, without taking off her apron, hastily wiped her hands and rushed to the door,

Upon opening it, a black iron-skinned magical doll holding a clumsy wooden box stood before her.

As expected, the delivery had arrived.

The iron-skinned doll, imprinted with ‘El Express, Your Best Local Courier! Thank you for your patronage!’, handed over the commissioned goods to her, bowed, and then trudged off to the next house with its large package.

It’s from Father…

Looking at the address on the shipping label, Yvonne smiled knowingly.

She opened the shipping crate, which was filled with an entire box of very fresh ingredients preserved with freezing magic.

The northern frontier’s soil is fertile; surely Father must have grown these himself.

Imagining her pot-bellied father working in the fields, Yvonne burst into laughter.

Father should exercise moderately; it’s good for his health,

Yvonne’s father—the former Duke Smollett—was the type of classic portly noble often seen in animations, with a broad chest and round waist, sporting a small mustache, looking every bit the villainous character full of schemes.

But in reality, from Yvonne’s perspective, although her father was somewhat greedy, he deeply cared for his family.

In her previous life, her family wasn’t happy, but in this life, as the beloved daughter of a duke, little Yvonne was showered with affection, living a very happy childhood before awakening to her past life’s memories.

Especially her father, who viewed his daughter as the apple of his eye. When she was little, he loved to pick her up and lift her high every time he came home, and cheerfully let her ride on his shoulders everywhere.

In the original story, due to her villainess role’s machinations, her father had connections with the demon tribe and was tempted by money, betraying the entire country,

Now, such a route no longer exists. The original Duke in this world is now just a greedy nobleman who occasionally accepts gifts from his subordinates, and if Yvonne complains once, her father won’t accept gifts from that person again.

If forced to choose between money and his wife and daughter, he would definitely choose Yvonne and her mother—he’s just an ordinary, kind middle-aged man.

What Father sent her was this summer’s best harvest of crops.

Although just the freezing magic crystals and shipping costs were higher than the price of this whole box of vegetables, thinking of her father’s proud expression, Yvonne carefully carried the heavy box of meticulously cultivated produce into the house.

Ah, there’s corn too!

Yvonne excitedly peeled back the outer husks, revealing golden corn kernels, plump and very tempting.

Due to soil issues, such crops can’t be grown in coastal areas, and because of storage and transportation cost problems, it’s very difficult to buy such fresh, plump corn here. Generally, what can be bought here is either dried corn kernels or corn flour. Compared to fresh corn, these naturally lack some flavor.

Boiling would be tasty enough, but she wanted to try a more delicious method.

She chose two medium-sized ears, peeled and washed them, removed the silk, then used a knife to cut the kernels off row by row into a bowl. She heated them in milk, then let them soak for a few minutes to absorb the milk,

The leftover hot milk with corn flavor shouldn’t be wasted; she’d drink it herself as breakfast milk,

She added some flour and sesame seeds, mixed until thick, then oiled the pan and evenly spread the milk-coated corn kernels in the flat-bottomed pan, soon producing a pleasant sizzling sound.

No need to flip, just wait 5 minutes for it to set, using low heat to fry, allowing the batter underneath to become crispy.

Soon, the sweet aroma of corn permeated the air.

Lining with oil-absorbing paper, Yvonne used a knife to cut the finished product into eight pieces.

Finally, she sprinkled a thin layer of salt,

The crispy, juicy, milk-fragrant corn pancake was complete!

Nothing made the current young lady happier than creating delicious food. She instinctively wanted to find someone to share this joy with,

“Dorothy, today—”

However, only her own echo returned from the empty room.

Her mood instantly dropped again.

…She had almost forgotten.

Yesterday, when she was hugged, she couldn’t push her away in time, but after coming to her senses, an embarrassed and angry Yvonne had kicked her out.

—Don’t ever set foot in my house again!!

Such words were spoken.

Ah ah ah…

Recalling the scene, Yvonne deeply regretted it,

That wasn’t what she meant at all…

She had made many such jokes before, and although this time was a bit excessive, it wasn’t necessary to kick her out like that…

Why did she get so angry?

Yvonne began to not understand herself.

Only a dull pain remained in her chest, slowly taking root.

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…She still made lunch boxes for two people anyway.

At lunchtime, she’d have a good talk with her.

—That was the plan,

But to Yvonne’s surprise, Elsa was in high demand today,

Due to the approaching final exams, as soon as class ended, a high wall of people formed around her desk.

“Miss Dorothy, please, teach me—!!”

“I can’t solve this spell either!!”

Surrounded in the center, faced with a barrage of questions from female classmates, Elsa smiled wryly and waved her hands repeatedly,

“Don’t rush, one at a time, there’s plenty of break time, I’ll teach you all.”

“Wuwuwu, Elsa is so nice!!”

…She’s really popular.

But you could see that, despite being troubled, she looked somewhat happy,

Probably feeling pleased about being relied upon.

Meanwhile, Yvonne, whose academic ability was on par with hers, had no visitors,

Yvonne didn’t know, but there were actually people who wanted to ask her for help:

“Should we go ask that young lady over there? I remember her grades are good too…”

A female student sitting near Yvonne whispered to her friend beside her.

“Then you go ask?”

“…I-I don’t dare.”

Because she naturally had a villainous appearance and was surrounded by various scary rumors after entering school, among the students in the same grade, even classmates who had been together for a while rarely dared to approach her actively.

“She seems to be in a bad mood… I think we’d better not.”

“You’re right…”

Like a demon, with a dark face, Yvonne was currently frowning, her gaze seemingly able to kill, as if she would devour someone alive, making people even more afraid to approach.

The frightened classmates didn’t know that this fierce-eyed young lady was just troubled about not having a chance to talk to a certain girl she cared about.

Finally, the crowd dispersed somewhat, leaving only the last person to be tutored.

…Is this a chance?

Yvonne quickly put her hand on the lunchbox in her drawer, about to stand up, when she heard a clear conversation from the direction she had been concerned about:

“Ahaha~ So that’s how you solve it… You’ve really been a great help, Elsa!”

Sitting across from her was Clover, a sports-oriented girl who was also very popular in class,

This cheerful, dark-haired girl with tanned skin seemed to have been very close to Elsa recently.

“It’s nothing, friends should look out for each other.”

“Then~ To show my gratitude, let’s have lunch together, my treat!”

“Really? Then I won’t hold back!”

She agreed without any hesitation, her face showing a very bright expression.

Only this time, the recipient wasn’t herself.

…

It felt as if her chest had been hit hard, making it difficult to breathe.

She had arbitrarily made a portion for her, and naturally assumed she would eat it.

…What was she doing?

Like an idiot.