Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Summer—the rain in this season is like a gust of wind,

Coming quickly, going just as fast.

By the time the young ladies dragged their soaking wet feet back home, the sky had already cleared.

“Guhah—”

As soon as they got home, Elsa shook her head like a little dog, splashing water droplets all over Yvonne.

“—Don’t move around like that, hey!”

Seeing this, Yvonne covered her restless head with a whole towel, saying irritably,

“It’s summer now, it’s fine, it’s fine, it’ll dry quickly~”

Hearing this carefree statement from under the towel, Yvonne felt a vein popping on her forehead,

“What if you catch a cold and get sick, you idiot!”

“If Evie could take care of me, that wouldn’t be bad… achoo!”

Right after casually saying it was fine, as if karma struck immediately, she sneezed. Elsa hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand,

“See, what did I tell you? You’re going to catch a cold, aren’t you?”

Although her stern tone didn’t diminish at all, the force with which she was rubbing Elsa’s head became a little gentler.

“This level is nothing! Just blow some warm air and it’ll be fine!”

As if wanting to prove something, Miss Dorothy, the genius magic user, extended both hands towards Yvonne,

Whoof—

Quickly, hot air comparable to the third setting of a hair dryer came from her palms, the Elsa-brand hair dryer turned on.

A warm breeze brushed her face, the heated air swirling around her. It quickly carried away the excess water on her body.

She’s mastered it so quickly… this girl.

The wind control technique I taught her before, she learned it in just a few days.

“Hehe~ How about that?”

She said, as if showing off the skill she had learned from Yvonne,

Unable to open her eyes due to the warm wind blowing, Yvonne clicked her tongue in annoyance inwardly,

As a magic user with high affinity for the wind element, Yvonne could also manipulate wind elements to remove moisture from her body, but that wind would be like an electric hair dryer without a heating setting, blowing out cold air. Using cold air to dry off when soaked by rain would definitely cause a cold—considering this, she had given up on using it.

But someone like Elsa, who could use combination elemental magic, could do it so perfectly like this.

It was one thing for other elemental magic that she couldn’t use, but to be surpassed in the field she excelled at, this inevitably made Yvonne feel a certain emotion of envy and jealousy.

She still can’t compare to her after all.

“Um… Evie.”

“!!”

Coming back to her senses, Elsa’s face had already occupied almost her entire field of vision, startling Yvonne so much her heart nearly stopped.

“…W-what are you trying to do?”

She reflexively shrank back, accompanied by the not-yet-finished hot air, a hot flush rising to her cheeks.

“Eh? I just wanted to blow dry your hair for you— is that not okay?”

Elsa leaned in, clinging to her like she was spoiling her, begging Yvonne to give her a chance to fix her hair.

“Evie… your face is so red, you know? Could it be you’re thinking about something naughty?”

She covered her mouth, giggling mischievously,

With her laughing like this, the heat on Yvonne’s face not only didn’t dissipate, but became even hotter.

“Being so close, anyone would misunderstand!”

“—Then misunderstand.”

With a very serious look in her eyes,

Elsa’s cheeks slightly flushed, her fingertips crawling onto the back of Yvonne’s hand,

“—It’s okay to misunderstand.”

“Wait…”

Wanting to steal her lips.

For a moment, such a dangerous thought arose.

Is it because of summer? Somehow the inner turmoil just wouldn’t calm down.

Today her emotions were particularly high, in this atmosphere… perhaps she could do things she didn’t dare to do before.

Having made up her mind, her face drew even closer.

Is it because of the rain?

Somehow, she seemed to have a rain-like scent,

Yvonne didn’t know how to describe this special fragrance—

Clean, fresh, transparent, as if representing summer, a scent belonging to summer.

In her daily reading of prose, she had seen no less than hundreds of poems about summer in books, but none of them compared to the summer aroma brought by the wind that happened to blow in from the window at this moment, making one intoxicated.

Her own breath also became disordered as Elsa drew closer.

A little closer…

If it gets a little closer, we will really kiss—

“No, no— stop right there!”

Coming back to her senses, Yvonne hurriedly pressed down on the continuously approaching Elsa.

“…So it’s really not okay?”

She said softly, smiling with some regret, only that burning gaze never leaving Yvonne, as if determined to hook her soul before giving up,

Her heart was beating so fast.

Just now…

What on earth was that just now??

Was this also a joke? What on earth is she trying to do—!!

A certain impossible guess arose in her heart, but was quickly and forcefully denied by Yvonne.

No, no, no… no—

It’s absolutely impossible,

She has played the game.

She is the protagonist of an otome game, the one she will fall in love with in the end will definitely be some male character.

Even if it’s not that ‘soulmate’, it certainly can’t be herself.

It absolutely won’t be.

…Probably.