"Why has Evie been avoiding
recently?"
"I haven't been!"
"You clearly have!"
As if pouting, she moved her face even closer, their noses now barely a hair's breadth apart.
Her hot breath, carrying her unique scent, washed over Yvonne's face.
"I've been... very aware, you know!! Why... why can't you understand how I feel?"
Her voice rose at first, then beca increasingly softer,
Finally turning into a barely audible whisper.
Yvonne noticed that the hand propped next to her ear was trembling uncontrollably.
Until now, why had she ignored it?
Was it because she didn't want to acknowledge it?
Was it because she didn't want to destroy sothing?
Towards herself... she had always...
"—Can I kiss you?"
The soft breath brushing against Yvonne's nose interrupted her thoughts.
Blazing eyes, a sincere request,
Knowing full well that if they did this, the relationship between them might crumble, but she still asked.
"...Maybe I'm just being clingy with you, Evie,"
Her voice choked a little, her eyelids fluttering, warm liquid dripping onto Yvonne's face.
"But, I really can't hold back anymore..."
Seeing her expression, Yvonne felt as if sothing was tightly gripping her heart.
They say 'tears are a woman's best weapon.' In other stories, Yvonne might have thought those teary-eyed female protagonists in emotional scenes were too affected,
But for Elsa, crying in front of her now, Yvonne felt nothing but tender affection.
Her feelings had truly reached Yvonne's heart.
"Evie... can you accept my feelings?"
—'Accept'
After careful consideration, Elsa chose this word.
"This 'like' isn't the kind between friends. It's the kind where I want to hold hands, want to kiss, want to embrace... want to do naughty things with Evie."
With a trembling, tearful voice, she deliberately explained it once more, quite seriously.
This over-earnest manner actually made Yvonne find her a bit cute.
"...You'll probably hate
for this..."
With no response for so long, Elsa's confidence was rapidly fading.
Having lost her usual boldness and directness, she now looked so cautious.
But it was precisely because she cared so much that she was being so careful.
"...That's not true at all."
Seeing her on the verge of tears, a sense of urgency welled up in Yvonne's heart,
Feeling responsible to quickly say sothing to stop her tears,
The words 'I don't hate you' almost slipped out but got caught in her throat.
This kind of evasive response was enough already.
If she had to categorize herself, Yvonne thought she'd fall into the group of unsociable and selfish people.
But as a villain character, to survive in this inexplicable oto ga world, being a bit selfish wasn't necessarily bad.
However, Elsa's appearance broke this survival rule of hers.
Without realizing it, she had already occupied all of Yvonne's thoughts.
These past few days, thinking about Elsa so much had given her a headache.
What should she do?
She kept asking herself this question, trying to find an answer.
Yvonne wasn't a particularly bold person either.
Even now, she wanted to run away,
But she also knew that if she ran away now, there would be a second ti, a third ti—
—She no longer wanted to be her forr self who couldn't do anything, who was powerless.
All along, her life had been in a state of helpless passivity,
Even after being reincarnated into this other world, it was the sa,
Pushed by the villain system, following the predetermined fate, almost certainly heading towards a ruinous ending.
But—now it was different,
For the first ti, she made a choice based on her own heart's desire.
This ti, she decided not to run away anymore.
"...I know."
After making the decision to speak, she felt much lighter.
Her gaze t Elsa's astonished yet delighted eyes,
"Because I like Elsa too."
In the ga, there were over fifty routes, but none with the inconceivable ending where the 'villain young lady' ends up with the 'female protagonist'.
But so what?
If a route doesn't exist, why not forge it herself?
Why couldn't she think of such a simple answer before?
"E-Evie—?"
Elsa felt a bit flustered, perhaps because this was the first ti Yvonne had taken the initiative while fully conscious, so it all felt sowhat unreal.
"...Don't speak,"
She actively reached out, hooking her arms around Yvonne's neck,
Unlike usual, this ti, she didn't avert her gaze, but stared directly at Yvonne.
"I'm... very embarrassed too, you know."
It was clear these words weren't false. Even in the dim light of the room, one could see that even the earlobes hidden behind her golden hair were flushed red.
Although she was still that tsundere, awkward young lady in essence, today's Yvonne seed sohow different.
"...You want this, right?"
As she softly asked this, the already minimal distance between them grew even smaller as she applied slight pressure with her wrist.
"If you want it, then be good and close your mouth."
Although it seed Yvonne was trying to sound stern, in the end, it ca out in a tone that sounded incredibly gentle to Elsa.
...Is this really, really not a dream?
Can I really have such happiness?
The scene before her was so wonderful that Elsa couldn't help wanting to pinch her cheek hard to confirm if it was real.
However, when Yvonne's hand slid from her neck to cup her face, she finally realized—everything in front of her was real.
Suppressing the pounding in her chest, Elsa held her breath.
Preparing to receive the gift that this awkward yet gentle person wanted to give her.
The distance between their slightly trembling lips was rapidly closing,
Finally, they touched.
—Pudding.
The first intimate contact with a girl's lips, yet the first thing that ca to mind was this food.
That's right, just like that dessert with its unique tender texture, sweet and delightful,
Mixed with the fragrant breath unique to a young girl, it rged with her own, deeply intoxicating her, unable to pull away.
It was as if even her consciousness briefly left this body, floating into the air with her soaring emotions.
The long kiss continued until both were struggling to breathe before finally ending.
"Hah... hah..."
The young won reluctantly parted, both their faces flushed,
The look in their eyes as they gazed at each other now held a hint of desire.
After a brief silence, she awkwardly spoke:
"...One more ti?"
Unexpectedly, it was Yvonne who proposed this first,
Ah ah...
She's really too cute—
But... this ti, she won't let her take the initiative,
Thinking this, Elsa licked her lips, still savoring the taste, and her body quickly moved,
"Mmph...!"
Before Yvonne could react, an intimate, passionate kiss descended once again.
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