Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

“Good morning~”

“…!”

This was truly a terrible morning.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Yvonne discovered her bed had been invaded.

Why was this girl here?

Oh right… Yesterday, in a moment of weakness, she had invited her to move in. Yvonne thought it would take a few days for her to move, but unexpectedly, that very night, she had packed up her things from the academy dormitory and moved in here.

“Hehe, Evie’s sleeping face is surprisingly cute~”

When she smiled like that, it felt as if pink flowers would spill out if you lifted the covers.

But as a villain, Yvonne wasn’t falling for this act.

“Get out.”

“Evie can be a bit stricter, you know~?”

“Get—out!!”

Raising her voice and scolding her sternly seemed more like a reward for this girl, so either way, it made Yvonne feel very annoyed.

“Okay~”

Being scolded yet smiling so happily, probably only this girl could manage that. She got up from Yvonne’s side, still wearing Yvonne’s clothes, which hung loosely on her somewhat thin frame.

Is it because my chest is bigger? It seems the clothes I gave her don’t fit very well. I should take her shopping for a few outfits when I have time.

“Didn’t I prepare a futon for you?”

Yvonne sighed in exasperation, pointing to the bedding laid out on the bedroom floor, only to find that the blanket had been neatly folded and placed aside at some point.

“But sleeping on the floor is cold~ This side is more comfortable.”

As she spoke, her restless hands wrapped around Yvonne’s waist.

“…Don’t push your luck!”

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Today was a day off.

“Yvonne… Do you always cook for yourself at home?”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

The former noble young lady, wearing an apron, was currently holding a hair tie in her mouth, preparing to tie up her long hair that was getting in the way.

Then she washed her hands at the water-magic-stone-equipped sink, took out tableware for two, her movements quite practiced.

Watching Yvonne enter housework mode, Elsa blinked in surprise.

She had thought that Yvonne, born into nobility, wouldn’t know these commoner skills, so she was prepared to be a good wife and cook. But she never expected Yvonne to not only know how to cook but to do it so well.

Elsa didn’t know that Yvonne possessed memories from her previous life. For a young lady who had never lifted a finger, this scene might indeed seem extraordinary, but for Yvonne, this level was actually quite normal.

Besides, this wasn’t some manga. There aren’t really women who would turn food into some unidentifiable black substance, right? No way, right?

In reality, most people can cook decently if they just study a little bit, can’t they?

Watching Yvonne in the kitchen, wearing an apron with her hair in a ponytail, cooking for her, Elsa felt so happy she could float away.

Uuu~ Is this heaven?

Or have I already died?

Elsa felt she was about to ascend to paradise from sheer happiness.

“Is French toast and vegetable salad okay for breakfast?”

“…Anything you make is fine!”

“Don’t be so nervous. You can make some requests too.”

As long as it wasn’t too outrageous, she would try her best to satisfy the protagonist.

After all, she was her important bullying target.

As she spoke, Yvonne cracked an egg into a ceramic bowl with one hand, then poured in half a bottle of milk that had been delivered that morning, added two small spoons of sugar, and mixed it well.

She lit the magic stone stove with magic,

Put a small piece of butter in the flat-bottomed pan, and when it melted, she dipped the thick slices of bread into the pale yellow mixture, allowing them to fully absorb the egg mixture, then placed them on the pan over low heat. Soon, with a sizzling sound, a sweet aroma began to waft out continuously.

“It smells so good…”

Elsa couldn’t help but let out a small exclamation of admiration as she swallowed.

“This is quite simple. You can make it yourself if you want. We have all the ingredients at home.”

Saying this, she showed Elsa where the food was kept—eggs and some seasonal vegetables were in the refrigerator.

She would regularly have the market deliver some fresh vegetables and easily stored bread here, and every few days, she would order some slightly more expensive meats. Usually, she would cook for herself at home.

Yvonne remembered that the protagonist was supposed to be good at cooking. After all, as the heroine of an otome game, how could she capture a man’s heart without being able to cook?

As a former noble, it would break her mother’s heart if she knew Yvonne was frequenting vegetable markets herself.

Last time when she accidentally mentioned some rather plebeian things in her letter, her mother sent back a dozen pages of remorseful writing, apologizing for letting her daughter live such an impoverished life now. She felt so guilty it was quite frightening.

Actually, her current lifestyle wasn’t bad at all. In the past dozen or so years, she had always been surrounded by a bunch of servants, which actually had many inconveniences. Now, this lifestyle was quite relaxed and free.

She flipped the wooden spatula, turning over the golden-brown toast.

Magic was very convenient, as most things could be accomplished with magical power.

Although there was no gas, they could cook with fire-attribute magic stones. There was no refrigerator, but they had an ice box made with ice-attribute magic stones.

Water-attribute magic stones could produce a constant stream of clear water, and they weren’t expensive either. A water magic stone the size of a chicken egg only cost about 50 copper coins, and one stone could last an average family of five for a month. For herself alone, it could last for almost half a year.

Fire magic stones were a bit more expensive, about twice the price of water magic stones, but they were more durable.

The most expensive were ice-attribute magic stones. Because they needed to be in constant use for cooling, they depleted quickly. One stone cost over ten silver coins, but considering it could be used to make an ice box for food storage, Yvonne thought it was worth the money.

Alright, it’s done!

“Evie… Are you a god?”

Looking at the golden toast in the pan exuding a tempting aroma, Elsa was so moved that both saliva and tears were about to burst forth.

“I’m not.”

As she was setting the plates, the system suddenly popped up, almost making her drop everything in shock.

“What’s wrong?”

Elsa noticed her expression change and asked worriedly.

“No, it’s nothing…”

No way,

Does she have to ‘bully’ at a time like this?

At least wait until I’ve finished eating!

But there was no choice. She could only discreetly look at the prompt.

[Force the protagonist to eat leftover food.]

So it’s eating leftovers this time…

As long as I’ve eaten from it, it should count, right?

“Eh?”

She took away the food she was about to place in front of Elsa.

“…Hmph, giving such good food to someone like you would be a waste after all.”

When executing tasks, she had to play the villain well, otherwise the system wouldn’t approve.

“Living under someone else’s roof, you should know your place—”

Saying this, Yvonne bit off a corner of the toast, stabbed it with a fork and put it in her mouth, before finally pushing the plate towards the surprised Elsa.

“—Someone like you only deserves to eat my leftovers.”

Finally, she said with a snort.

Hmm… That performance should be good enough.

Alright, this should count as ‘leftovers’ now.

The villain system’s judgment shouldn’t have any problems. Everything was perfect. All that was left was for her to eat it.

“…………”

Seeing the food in front of her with a small bite taken out, Elsa, sitting across from her in silence, began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this reaction, Yvonne also started to feel uneasy.

What’s wrong? Could taking away food be taboo for her? Come to think of it… the protagonist also had a foodie setting, and there were many scenes and CGs of her being fed in the original work.

Moreover, thinking carefully, quite a few people dislike having their food taken away…

But I didn’t eat that much… Is such a big reaction necessary?

—!!

When Elsa raised her head, her eyes were brimming with tears as she looked at Yvonne, a sight that made Yvonne’s heart quake.

…Is eating leftovers really that upsetting… Was this bullying too much?

Wh-what should I do—

She trembled as she spoke, and Yvonne was so scared she held her breath.

“At least… at least… let me use the knife and fork Evie used! It would be fine even if you bit it directly— Why did you cut it before giving it to me~~!!”

…So that’s what she was concerned about?!

“Isn’t it dirty to eat something covered in someone else’s saliva?! What’s wrong with you?!”

“But that’s the essence of it! Please do it again—This time, please bite it directly!!”

Holding up the toast with her hand, forcefully pushing it in front of Yvonne, Elsa’s eyes blazed with fervent light.

“…Do I really have to do this for you to eat it?”

“Yes!”

This person… is truly beyond help.

But to make her eat obediently, Yvonne had no other choice but to lean forward.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, still wearing the apron she hadn’t had time to take off. The golden-haired beauty with a single ponytail, embarrassedly half-closing her eyes, her thin lips and white teeth slightly parted, left bite marks on the soft bread.

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Thump thump, thump thump,

Elsa was mesmerized by the sight.

It was just feeding her, so why did it feel so sensual?

She covered her mouth partially, chewing in small bites—table manners trained in a noble family.

“Is this enough now… Hurry up and eat the rest!”

“~With pleasure!”

Watching this girl eat the part she had bitten with great enjoyment, for some reason, Yvonne felt a strong sense of embarrassment welling up inside her.

This is supposed to be bullying… This is clearly bullying!

Why is she the one feeling embarrassed?!