Villainess Reform Project

Revenge Is Best Served With Tea

"Ophie, is this really necessary? This feels a bit excessive."

"What do you mean excessive? Look at your palm! It's as if an animal attacked it! And when did I authorize a punishment?!"

"You didn't, but I did. And you didn't need to call THREE doctors here."

"You're right. I should've gotten five!"

I could only let out a long sigh at Ophelia's theatrics. She was always so over the top with these types of situations. All I needed was an ointment and bandages, at most. But she went ahead and called three high-class, expensive doctors here to look at my hand.

Though her concern is appreciated, it is not encouraged.

"I apologize for my rash behavior."

"That didn't sound very sincere."

"I'll admit that it wasn't."

Ophelia pouted at me for a moment before pinching my cheek. Not to get confused with the other cheek which was slapped yesterday evening, which was still a bright red. Carole must have hit me with a lot more force than I remember. As of current, the two of us were sitting on her comfy bed.

"I hate it when you lie."

"I know."

"Does your cheek hurt anymore?"

"Hm... No. It just stings a bit. I'm quite alright."

Ophelia began to caress my slapped cheek gently but applied no pressure. I suppose that it'd be plain cruel to just pinch my cheek after it had been slapped, and Ophelia was in no way cruel.

"... Ava."

"Yes?"

"Practice."

I sighed softly before I felt a familiar softness on my lips. I think I've become a true pushover, as I just let Ophelia practice kissing with me whenever she wants. However, this is quite a strange moment to want to practice kissing.

Ophelia eventually stopped kissing me and instead gave me a quick peck on my cheek. She could easily change her mind apparently. Practice often lasted longer than a minute on average.

"Ophie seems to be getting better at it." I commented casually, standing up from the bed before feeling myself be tugged back down. I had chores I needed to do this morning, but Ophelia was clinging to me.

"Ophie, I have work to do."

No reply.

"Ophie."

Still nothing, I was getting a bit annoyed.

"Ophelia, let go of me."

She only tightened her grip on me. Okay, this was a bit ridiculous. Ophelia had never been this clingy.

"Don't wanna."

"We are not doing this right now."

"Yes, we are."

I let out a sigh and soon found myself on my back with Ophelia laying on me, head to my chest and arms tightly wrapped around me. This reminds me of those times when Ophelia would cling to me at bedtime and force me to share the bed with her. She was so tiny.

But now she's big and kind of heavy so this can't continue. Not very heavy, but heavy.

"Ophelia."

"Hm?"

"Remove yourself from me."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you're comfy."