The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

Generally, corporal punishment is not good to use for education.

Punishment can reinforce the victim’s aggression, and in some cases, lead to abuse.

However, even knowing this, I had to smack Bluebell’s head with a ruler.

“Screw you! Why should I study? I hate it! I won’t do it! Get lost, you idiot!”

“Your manners don’t match those of a noble’s daughter.”

Flick!

I lightly flicked Bluebell on the head.

She grabbed her forehead and glared at me with a sneer.

“Don’t, don’t hit me! Why are you hitting me! Who do you think you are to hit my head! You, you bastard!”

Bluebell angrily swung her fist at me.

It was a quite rough and emotionally charged bad punch.

I easily dodged Bluebell’s attack and grabbed her arm, making her sit on a chair.

“Ahh-!”

“Your actions are also rough. I would appreciate it if you refrained from unnecessary defiance.”

“Y-you… I’d rather die than study! I won’t do it! And you! You’ll regret hitting me!”

“How so?”

“I’ll spread rumors that you forcibly touched me!! You’re dead!”

She had learned bad things at a young age.

Once rumors start circulating in social circles, they spread like fire in a forest.

It was quite a dilemma from my perspective.

However, I had my goal.

If her transformation could be achieved, anything else didn’t matter.

I slowly raised my hand towards the air.

“Lady Bluebell.”

“W, what!”

“It seems you still don’t feel like studying.”

Flinch-!

At my words, Bluebell closed her eyes and braced herself.

Instinctual fear.

She was already scared of the impending punishment.

‘Her ability to learn isn’t bad. I just wish she would study.’

However.

If she were the type to listen to me so easily, she wouldn’t have become a villainess.

I didn’t hit Bluebell, and instead, I turned back to the blackboard and opened a book.

“You may spread rumors in social circles if you wish.”

“… What?”

“If Lady Bluebell would just study, you can spread the rumors.”

“R, really? I’ll spread them? That Damian from the Sinclair family tried to assault me? I’ll really spread them?!”

“Yes, do as you wish. But, you will bear the consequences.”

Marquis Irten wouldn’t interfere with the actions of his daughter.

At my words, Bluebell was flustered and avoided my gaze.

Judging by the atmosphere, it seemed she was too scared to spread any rumors about me.

“Then, let’s continue the lesson.”

“… Fine, do as you wish.”

“For your information, Lady Bluebell, after today’s lesson, you won’t be able to leave until you pass the test.”

There was a difference between attending a lesson and participating in it.

Bluebell needed not just to attend the lessons but to absorb them.

“No! Screw you! I’m not doing it!”

Naturally, her reaction was not favorable.

But as I approached her with a clenched fist, she quickly stopped her resistance.

‘Kids who are spoiled too much needs a harsh lesson to come to their senses.’

My theory was indeed correct.

Of course, this theory only applied to villainess like Bluebell.

‘The excessively rebellious personality of Bluebell will gradually subside.’

Well, anyway.

Thanks to Bluebell’s adequate cooperation, we were able to have a happy and enjoyable class together.

***

By the time Bluebell had failed the test about ten times.

“I told you I’m not doing this! Get out of my way!!”

Crash-!!

Bluebell broke the window with a chair and escaped outside.

Still, she lasted longer than I expected.

It wasn’t a bad result.

“I expected her to last five times. She had more patience than I thought.”

It might have been the fear of my punishments rather than patience.

Since I managed to impart some history into her head, it would be more effective when she reviewed it later.

As I watched Bluebell run away barefoot in the distance through the broken window, I sensed someone approaching behind me.

“Ahem, how was my daughter’s class…?”

Unlike Bluebell, it was the stout Marquis Irten.

I showed him Bluebell’s test paper and answered honestly.

“It was terrible. It’s hard to believe that it was done by a twelve-year-old.”

“I see… it’s my fault for spoiling her too much…”

“She hasn’t acquired the common sense and knowledge appropriate for her age. If she continues like this, there’s a high chance she’ll become a delinquent.”

“… You’re stabbing my heart with a knife, I see.”

Marquis Irten frowned as if he was distressed.

Facing one’s past mistakes is difficult for anyone.

Still, Bluebell’s problematic behavior must be corrected before it’s too late.

As Bluebell’s parent, it was Irten’s responsibility to do so.

“The fortunate thing is that Lady Bluebell is not as unintelligent as I initially thought. Look at this.”

I showed Irten the test Bluebell took for the seventh time.

“Five correct answers. She got more right than I expected. This is commendable.”

“Isn’t passing seven questions the requirement? Why are you saying she did well? She didn’t pass.”

Irten seemed genuinely confused.

He, like me, valued results.

However, focusing solely on results wouldn’t correct problematic behavior.

“It might sound a bit harsh to say this, but for Lady Bluebell, this is quite good. Given her low concentration, she deserves praise.”

“Wh-what do you mean by that, young master Damian! My daughter may be a bit dull, but she has a good personality!”

Really?

“A good personality… Perhaps you don’t notice the broken window?”

“People can do such things when they’re angry…”

“Sigh-”

Here we go again.

What should I do with this doting father?

I led Irten to the window and showed him outside.

Bluebell appeared stressed and she was taking it out on the servants.

“Lady Bluebell is quite adept at kicking people in the shins. It’s an art. She hasn’t been taught but knows how to effectively harass people.”

“That’s just playful behavior.”

“The expressions of the servants don’t seem playful to me.”

“…”

Irten was silent.

I looked at him intently and spoke.

He seemed to need some time to think.

“Please, think carefully about what you want Bluebell to be like when she’s alone. Well then, I’ll take my leave.”

“W-wait!”

Thud!

Irten grabbed my shoulder as I was about to leave.

His expression was uneasy.

“… Do you know something?”

I replied casually while maintaining a composed expression.

“What do you mean?”

“… No, it’s nothing. Thank you for the class. You can leave now. I’ll stay in the classroom for a bit…”

Irten seemed lost in deep thought as he stared silently at the broken window.

Leaving Irten in the classroom, I departed to take a short break.

Unfortunately, his future was a predetermined one that I couldn’t change.

‘…The futures I can change are limited. There’s nothing I can do about it.’

A parent wants to see their child happy before departing from this world.

Thus, Irten refrained from deeply interfering in Bluebell’s excessive behavior.

While I couldn’t empathize with his confused feelings, I could understand them enough intellectually.

However, understanding didn’t change anything.

I had to proceed coldly according to the plan.

***

One month of scorching summer had passed.

Life in the Pieridot Family was nothing special.

Perhaps because I had already experienced hell in the Verdium Family.

Living with the villainess Bluebell didn’t seem particularly difficult.

“It’s… tiring… Can’t we stop…?”

“No, we can’t. Please solve the problem quickly.”

During Bluebell’s study time, I pushed her to study diligently.

And after the classes, I followed her to make sure she didn’t cause any trouble.

If Bluebell tried to play a prank on a servant?

“Lady Bluebell, excuse me for a moment.”

“Eek-!”

A slap on the shoulder.

I played a prank on Bluebell first.

Then, as she fell to the ground, she angrily shouted.

“Why did you suddenly hit me!”

“Watch your language.”

Smack!

Even the use of profanity earned a punishment.

“Sh, shi…”

“Shi?”

“Damn it… So why did you hit me…”

“Because you were about to play a prank. So I played one too. How does it feel?”

“… It sucks.”

Empathy.

Understanding that one’s prank can be a nuisance to others.

I often made her experience it firsthand to make her realize it physically, since Bluebell couldn’t understand through words alone.

***

During class.

Bluebell was sitting in her chair and suddenly started shouting.

“I’m annoyed! I’m annoyed! I don’t want to study! Why are you suddenly stuck in this mansion and making a fuss!”

“Because I’m your teacher.”

“So when are you leaving!”

Smack!

“So when are you leaving?”

“When you’re capable enough to be alone.”

“What does that mean? I can be alone, and I can live perfectly fine without you? So just go. I have nothing to learn.”

“As a genius, I’m always trying to learn something, but you say you have nothing to learn. I’m truly envious.”

“Do you have to keep comparing us? Besides, we’re the same age, when will you stop speaking like that?”

Tap!

Bluebell appeared uncomfortable with me not using informal speech, and tapped her desk with her pencil.

‘Informal speech implies a sense of closeness.’

Sharing informal speech might unconsciously create a sense of familiarity.

However, Bluebell and I were still teacher and student.

Since I learned a lesson through Nadia, I calmly declined Bluebell’s request.

“No, thank you.”

“Why!”

“Because I’m the teacher, and you’re the student.”

“Annoying!”

“It can’t be helped. Anyway, did you write down everything I said?”

“Figure it out yourself.”

Thud!

Bluebell rudely threw the paper with her notes on the desk.

‘Should I flick her on the head?’ 

I thought about it, but I restrained my anger and checked Bluebell’s notes.

“Hmm.”

There, the rules and regulations regarding family traditions were neatly written.

It took three hours to explain, but for slow Bluebell, it wasn’t a bad outcome.

“Not bad.”

By correcting her behavior through penalties, she was gradually changing for the better.

It was a good news.

I raised my hand to praise her, but Bluebell, as if not expecting any praise at all, closed her eyes contrary to my expectations.

“What are you doing, Lady Bluebell?”

“N-no, you’re going to hit me again. If I close my eyes, it won’t hurt as much!”

Instinctual fear!

Already preparing to be hit, Bluebell trembled as I slightly raised my hand to calm her down.

“Huh?”

Bluebell looked puzzled at my gentle gesture.

“Why aren’t you hitting me…? Damian, you always hit me day and night without discrimination.”

“It will create a misunderstanding if others hear. Also, if you do well, I won’t hit you, I’ll praise you instead.”

“Is that so? Then praise me more. I did well, so I should be praised, right?”

Bluebell commanded me to stroke her more for praise, like a child hungry for praise.

Perhaps due to her simple nature, she seemed pleased.

“This isn’t bad, okay. Do more next time.”

“I’ll praise you if you do well.”

“Hmph, do as you please. But, I have one thing I’m curious about.”

“What is it?”

“Why don’t you quit like other teachers? I even tried to say harsh things and hit you.”

“That’s…”

Since you didn’t learn anything, you would be abandoned from noble society, and later out of boredom, you’d raise the estate taxes to 90%.

If she wasn’t transformed, she would implement heavy taxes, and labor exploitation.

Just because it was fun to torment them.

I responded to Bluebell’s expectations while hiding my true intentions.

“If you say harsh things, I can just flick your forehead, and your punches will never land on me.”

“… You’re annoying. Just disappear quickly. I don’t need a teacher like you.”

Bluebell seemed disappointed with my response.

‘Now that I’ve rested enough, I can move on to the next lesson. I need to raise her level so that she can pass the academy exam.’

Today, when Bluebell’s condition wasn’t too bad, I was convinced to proceed further.

Bang!!

The door burst open, and maid Susan appeared in a hurry.

“L-Lady Bluebell! H-hurry!! It’s an emergency!! The doctor is already there!!”

“Explain calmly, Susan.”

Susan took a deep breath and said,

“M-Master Ireten has suddenly lost consciousness!!”

“… What?”

It had been a month since I arrived here.

Combining the time delay in Verdium, it had been two months.

‘Marquis Ireten collapses in the hot summer. This marks the beginning of villainess Bluebell’s downward spiral.’

As described in the novel, Marquis Irten collapsed.

And in reality, Bluebell’s face turned pale.

“Dad-!!”

Experiencing this process several times, Bluebell slowly became alone.

Without even the strength to stand alone.

She became like a turtle, who was unable to move out of her shell, and struggled continuously.

This was an inevitable future that couldn’t be prevented no matter what.

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