Chapter 32: You’re a Bad Woman

“Isn’t it you, my Miss Vellanna…”

Seleste spoke calmly, a smile still rippling at the corner of her lips as she used her fork to pick up a piece of cut steak and brought it to Vellandelle’s mouth.

After being reborn, many things had changed.

Some small matters could be understood, but the sudden appearance of two beautiful girls was simply incomprehensible.

Seleste tended to believe that the two were actually one person.

After all, having two beauties of equal allure appear was too much—she had never met such a girl in her previous life, so it was impossible for two to appear so strangely in this one.

She didn’t mind the changes.

In fact, having a different experience from her previous life was better.

After all, retracing the same path would be too dull.

“Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else. It does sound similar to my name, but I’m not the Vellanna you’re referring to.”

Vellandelle maintained her composure, showing little reaction.

Since Seleste had also lived again, she naturally didn’t expect to fool someone as sharp-minded as the main character so easily.

“I see. My apologies, perhaps I was simply mistaken as well.”

Seleste’s face was full of smiles, making it impossible to tell if she felt any embarrassment.

She continued to extend the fork toward Vellandelle’s mouth.

Vellandelle knew she couldn’t avoid it, so she simply accepted Seleste’s feeding.

“Is it delicious?”

“It’s… quite good…”

While Vellandelle was still chewing, Seleste stuffed another large piece into her mouth, making her cheeks puff out.

“Why did you cut it so big!”

Vellandelle chewed with effort, but it was clearly difficult to swallow due to Seleste intentionally cutting such large pieces.

Seleste propped her chin up with one hand, patiently admiring Vellandelle’s reaction.

Vellandelle turned her head aside in embarrassment.

“Miss Vellandelle, are you shy? But we still have so many pieces left.”

Seleste spread her hands to show the cut steak and small pieces of salad—these were all sources of food for her to feed.

“Cough, Miss, aren’t you going to eat?”

“My beloved Cupid has to be full before I can eat…”

Seleste’s voice was sweet and sticky.

Vellandelle found it hard to imagine such a tone coming from Seleste’s usually lazy face.

“Hmph.”

“What’s wrong, my little Cupid?”

Seleste’s beautiful eyes curved as she reached out to stroke Vellandelle’s head.

“Why does it feel like you’re harassing me?”

“Because I am harassing you.”

Seleste declared boldly.

“You!”

“Don’t speak. Keep eating…”

Seleste pushed more steak into Vellandelle’s mouth.

“Mm…”

Vellandelle felt a fire burning in her heart.

Hmph, eat then.

Take your money and feed me—I’ll make sure you don’t starve, you annoying main character.

Remembering how, in the previous days, Seleste had shown clear dislike for her male form, she became even more frustrated.

She really disliked people who only cared about appearances.

Did being born male mean she deserved to be hated?

However, what Vellandelle hadn’t considered was that, for Seleste, it wasn’t so simple.

In her past life, Vilan had caused her a great deal of trouble. Disliking him was only natural.

In fact, Seleste herself felt she was already quite restrained when interacting with Vilan.

Before Seleste could feed her again, Vellandelle grabbed the fork and ate the meat herself.

Seeing there was only one piece of steak left, she hesitated.

“Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“Oh, has little Cupid started to feel sorry for me? Why not feed me the piece still in your mouth with a kiss?”

“Pervert!”

Vellandelle mercilessly ate the last piece of steak.

She immediately regretted it.

She shouldn’t have said anything…

She’d just let Seleste tease her again.

“Only Miss Vellandelle can make me have such perverted thoughts…”

Seleste propped her chin up as before, admiring Vellandelle.

“T-Then, what about the Succubus Lady you mentioned earlier?”

“That.”

Seleste looked thoughtful.

Under the premise that Vellandelle might be the Succubus Lady, but also might not, how should she answer?

“She’s a rival who interests me greatly.”

“Just a rival?”

“Of course. What else would she be?”

Vellandelle rolled her eyes.

This person acted the same way in front of every woman.

If she transformed into her true succubus form and asked who Vellandelle was, Seleste would probably just say she was a cute waitress or something.

“Could it be… Miss Vellandelle, are you jealous?”

“Who—who’s jealous!”

The question instantly made Vellandelle tongue-tied and fuming, but she maintained her composure.

“You’re a freshman, right?”

“Yes, Miss Vellandelle.”

Vellandelle clenched her fists.

Why did it feel like every word Seleste said was deliberately teasing her?

“I vaguely remember seeing you before.”

Vellandelle smiled, thinking of a way to trouble Seleste.

“I’m honored Miss Vellandelle remembers me. Where did we meet before?”

“I used to see you with a pair of Ghost Clan Sisters, or sometimes with a Red-haired Girl or other girls. Miss, you seem quite popular among the ladies.”

Vellandelle’s words made Seleste quickly recall where this Miss Vellandelle might have seen her.

With such a beautiful girl, she couldn’t possibly have missed her.

This must have been during the days spent in the Trial Grounds before the Aurora Academy Trial.

But during those days, she hadn’t encountered anyone frequently.

Was Vellandelle hiding her presence?

The one she interacted with most was Vilan.

It couldn’t be that her adorable Miss Vellandelle was Vilan before, could it?

How strange.

There was a sense of inexplicable wrongness.

“What’s wrong? Not talking? Feeling guilty?”

Vellandelle couldn’t help but smile.

“I can tell at a glance you’re the type of annoying villain I could never like.”

“Hehe, Miss Vellandelle really does misunderstand me deeply.”

Seleste felt more certain inside.

Most likely, Vellandelle had hidden her identity or transformed into someone else at that time.

“They’re just my friends, Miss Vellandelle. You’re joking.

After all, we’re all girls—what ill intentions could I possibly have?

But it’s Miss Vellandelle who decided from the start that I’m a villain, judging without seeing or hearing for yourself.

How can that be?”

Ha…

This main character was even calling her that.

Vellandelle was speechless.

She knew what kind of person she played in the game, always thick-skinned, triggering CGs with other heroines with ease.

And the first time she triggered a CG, she’d recklessly torment the poor Saintess.

A natural-born villain!

She had to be disciplined.

As for being conquered or anything like that—absolutely impossible.

Not to mention she didn’t like this person, being conquered would mean joining her harem.

And even if she did, every time they were together, it would be exhausting.

Someone as sensitive as her would surely be ruined.

“What’s wrong? I just don’t like you. Could you stop asking me to serve you in the future? Anyway, even if I do, I won’t be nice to you.”

“……”

Hearing this, Seleste fell silent for a long time.

“Keep eating.”

She continued feeding Vellandelle.

This time, she also ate some herself.

In the end, her time with Seleste ended without incident.

“My dear Miss Vellandelle, I’ll come see you again next time!”

Seleste even made a standard restaurant heart gesture toward Vellandelle.

Vellandelle was resigned.

Again?

Do you have that much money?

In Vellandelle’s eyes, Seleste probably just took some extra money before leaving the country during her second playthrough, but how much could that be?

If she comes again, Vellandelle will just annoy her again.

She didn’t believe Seleste wouldn’t give up.

Maybe it was a kind of revenge.

After all, when she was Vilan, she tried hard to please Seleste but was hated instead.

Now that Seleste wanted to please her, of course she had to retaliate in kind.

After leaving, Seleste looked through the glass at Vellandelle cleaning up, feeling an inexplicable bitterness in her heart.

She wasn’t actually that thick-skinned.

She just really liked Vellandelle.

But why did Vellandelle harbor such strong hostility toward her?

“I… won’t give up.”