The Villainess with a Heroine Harem

Thinking about the possibility of Noelle shooting her in the face, Emilia couldn't help but be curious. "Can I survive a bullet to the face, Cynthia?"

The raven-haired girl sighed, wondering just how her partner's mind worked for it to come with such strange ideas. First, it was that nightmare fuel creature, and now she wanted her own head blown off? 

"Well?"

Knowing she wasn't going to take silence as an answer, Cynthia could only shrug helplessly. "… Kind of."

That only made Emilia more curious, however. "What does that mean? Could it be really possible?!"

Cynthia groaned. "I mean, you can kinda live, but, um, you can also die. Depends on how the bullet travels, what kind of bullet it is, how much damage is actually done instantly, you know. It's not that simple. Please don't take bullets to the face."

Emilia wasn't stupid enough to intentionally get shot in the face. She just wanted to know what would happen, just in case. After all, avoiding an arrow wasn't so hard for her, most of the time. But bullets? She was nowhere near fast enough, yet. "I'm not very enthusiastic about it either, but they don't seem like easy things to avoid, you know?"

Cynthia actually gave it some thought this time, and nodded. "It will get better once you complete some missions and become stronger. Meanwhile, well, if you're gonna get hit, use other body parts? Everything except the head isn't important. It just consumes some energy to regenerate naturally."

Emilia nodded enthusiastically. "Oh… the head is so important because it contains the brain, right? Wait… Do I even have a brain?"

"I highly doubt it."

Emilia's smile stiffened. "… hey, you…!"

Cynthia giggled. "Ehehe, I mean, yeah you do. Anyway, being serious here, your head is actually very delicate, and also houses your soul in the void body. Most importantly, I also stay here!"

Emilia rolled her eyes. Of course her partner stayed there! And now she couldn't get the image of a tiny Cynthia lounging around in her head out of her head. "… I see why you were so concerned now."

That being the case, she had definitely ended up scaring a few more people than she originally wanted to. Maybe more than a few.

It was mostly Noelle's fault. Definitely. Who told her to stick around when Emilia had told her to leave?

In any case, even if there were some reports of a hideous monster being sighted around town, it had nothing to do with her.

Although Michelle might get a little more famous.

Emilia spent the next half an hour just chatting with Crystal, who was very enthusiastic about how Emilia planned to scare the wits out of George using Michelle's ghost, but of course, Emilia couldn't tell her that.

"It's a family secret, Crystal. I can only tell you if you promise to marry me!"

The heroine's mind short-circuited, and it took her almost a full minute to realize that Emilia must be joking.

She couldn't help but get a little angry. "You're so…!"

Emilia didn't mind being slammed across the face with a pillow at all, and reciprocated in kind.

The villainess proved her superiority in pillow fighting skills shortly after, as the defeated heroine lay panting under her, giggling in exhaustion. "I-I give up!"

Emilia straddled the heroine firmly, not letting her go as she gave her a 'disappointed' look. "Hmph. Seeking a fight when your defeat is assured, peak of foolishness, Crystal. I expected better from a master strategist."

Crystal rolled her eyes, trying her best to not let the heat rise to her face as she realized what a strange position they had gotten into unknowingly. "I-I already gave up, let me go, please?"

Emilia scoffed. "When someone picks a fight with me and loses, I never just let them go. How will you learn your lesson if there is no punishment?"

Crystal couldn't help but give her a doe-eyed look, pleading for mercy. "Y-You already hit me more times than I did?"

"That's why I won, no?"

"W-What do you want, then?"

Emilia pretended to think for a while, tapping her chin as she looked at the heroine with a smile. "Hmm… When I think about it, seeing you call Samantha big sister was super cute. How about it, wanna call me big sister?"

The heroine sputtered in shock, having never expected such a thing from Emilia. "O-Of course not!"

Emilia nodded, as if satisfied with her response. "Good. It wouldn't be much of a punishment if you enjoyed it. Alright, from now on, you shall call me big sister when we're alone."

Cynthia was scoffing in her mind. "How come you don't remember that rule when you're punishing that knight of yours? Oh wait, that masochist would probably enjoy anything, so there's no way to avoid it, is there? Never mind."

Crystal of course tried her best to plead her way out of Emilia's demands, but when the only other option given was to call Emilia 'mommy', the heroine quickly agreed to be the little sister.

And a few minutes later, the heroine found out just how bad of an idea it was to have coffee right before bed under such circumstances.

Not only was she unable to sleep herself, but her crush was quite 'hyper' tonight as well as she hugged her close and kept nuzzling her neck, repeatedly calling her a 'cute' and 'adorable' little sister whom she would pamper plenty in the future.

The worst part was that Crystal found herself looking forward to it, which just filled her with shame. 'N-No coffee for Emilia, ever again!'

Emilia was of course not doing anything because of coffee, because with her alien body it had already turned to nothing a long time ago. She just thought that the heroine was adorable, and felt like playing around. The blushing heroine was even cuter than usual, after all!

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 

~ To be continued ~

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 

Bonus chapter for 50 golden tickets! :>

Thank you for all your support! >_<