I Became the Bully that gets Avenged by The Academy

Chapter 1

There was a novel I had been enjoying reading recently.

It wasn't particularly unique - just a common genre about an academy setting where a kind protagonist, after being continuously bullied, suddenly one day takes revenge on those who tormented them.

If I had to point out anything special... well...

The illustrations of the characters the protagonist wanted revenge on were incredibly beautiful?

That's about all there was to it.

Among them, I especially liked the illustration of a character named Isabella White.

With white hair and though her chest wasn't very large, she had good proportions - it was truly one of my favorite illustrations.

Of course, even though I've ended up like this now, I still think the illustration was really beautiful back then.

Sadly, now...

"I've become that Isabella."

I'm not sure why this happened, either.

When I woke up, suddenly instead of my own room, I was in an unfamiliar room, and instead of the thin summer blanket I had been using, a thick winter blanket was covering me.

At first, I was really confused about what was happening, but I understood when I saw the mirror in the room.

Ah, this is that possession thing...

But why... why of all people...

Even if I had to be possessed, why did it have to be the bully!

Sigh...

But I still think it's okay.

Given that it's winter, this isn't the second semester of the second year where the story starts, but the winter of the first year, so there's still plenty of time to turn things around.

The bullying wasn't said to be that severe until after the first year, so if I can treat the protagonist well and properly resolve their emotions, then I won't have to face that fate.

"Right... it's still okay..."

Saying this to myself once more, I got up from the bed and opened the door to go outside.

Outside, I encountered a maid who was cleaning.

Whether she was surprised by her mistress suddenly coming out without warning or surprised that the young lady had suddenly woken up early, she looked at me with an obviously startled expression.

"M-Miss!! Are you alright?"

"Huh?"

"I-I'll call the doctor... no, I'll call the master first..!"

She suddenly ran off in the opposite direction, saying this.

What's going on? Was there something I didn't know about?

After standing quietly in the hallway for about 3 minutes.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man came running toward me from behind.

"Bella!! Are you feeling alright?!"

Bella - it was the nickname her father used for her.

"Yes...? Did something happen?"

I asked what had happened in an appropriately feminine manner.

"Bella... you suddenly collapsed a month ago and have been bedridden for a month..."

"I did...?"

"Perhaps you don't remember well...?"

"No...."

Memory.... I answered that way since I only remembered things from before being possessed.

"I don't remember well... Ugh...!"

"Bella! It's okay... you don't need to force yourself to remember...."

"What caused me to collapse...?"

"After the vacation started while living normally, as usual, you suddenly collapsed..."

"What...? Really for no reason?"

"Yes. We gathered skilled doctors to find out... but no one could determine the reason."

In the original story I knew, there was never any mention of Isabella suddenly collapsing.

Could there be parts that differ from the original story I know?

If so, that's even more dangerous.

If things aren't certain, my actions could put me in more danger.

In the original story, Isabella was a character with a "white lotus" personality who pretended to be nice to everyone except the protagonist, freely showing her dark inner nature only to the protagonist.

What if, different from the original, she had already revealed her true nature to others and bullied them, and this was revenge?

It's dangerous.

But it's still okay for now.

Since Bella's father now knows that I've lost my memories, I can continue pretending to have lost them going forward.

Then it should probably be fine.

For now, I need to gather as much information as I can about things I don't know before the second year at the academy starts.

About the protagonist and me, and about the academy and my place in it.

I need to find out from now on.

My actions after that were simple.

First, I told Isabella's father not to worry—though it was impossible not to worry—and then I ate to replenish the nutrients my body needed after being out for a month.

Though it was set in modern times, it was a world where class distinctions hadn't disappeared too long ago, so classes still existed nominally.

My current family, the White family, who were formerly dukes of the past kingdom, had such tremendous prestige that even in modern times after the kingdom and class system were gone, they maintained their powerful authority well. Due to good evaluation in their territory, they also had very good public opinion in modern times.

The White family now continues their legacy as a corporation named White.

Anyway, the point is that Isabella's White family is that impressive.

Perhaps that's why the dining table was quickly prepared when I simply requested some food from father, despite barely any wait.

As expected of a wealthy family, all the prepared foods looked expensive - the kind that, in my previous life, I would have eaten with trembling hands.

Famous delicacies from around the world, famous Western dishes, and various other foods were prepared.

Though there weren't too many people eating, seeing a large amount of food prepared made me think that former nobles were indeed nobles.

Anyway. After eating such a feast, I searched for information through the internet and Isabella's phone.

When I searched for the name Isabella White in the news

There were only good stories—she donated to an orphanage, achieved high grades at the academy, and enjoyed herself at an amusement park on the weekend—and she was in the news like some celebrity.

Well, since she's the daughter of a major corporation's president, I suppose the company manages her image to some extent. Anyway, I thought I wouldn't be able to find proper information on the internet, so I opened Isabella's phone to learn about her relationships and the protagonist by looking at conversations with people she frequently contacted.

Well, as expected, here too, I only saw Isabella's pretense of being nice to others, but at least I could learn a bit better about who Isabella associated with and how she lived.

But I saw one unfamiliar name.

Different from other conversations, content I had never seen in the original story.

Like conversations with the protagonist.

But the person had a completely different, feminine name from the protagonist I knew.

What could it be?

She appeared to have black hair and was cute? No, rather, "pretty" would be the right description.

But unlike her appearance, my conversations with her took the form of a bully and victim.

I was told there was no one I bullied before the protagonist... it seems there were things I didn't know about.

I'll probably need to resolve the relationship with this unknown woman, too.

While I was continuing to search for information,

"Young miss? I apologize for interrupting your busy day, but you need to take a bath today."

Ah..

Come to think of it, they said I had been collapsed for a month...

Since wiping down the body isn't the same as actually washing, I paused my work and headed to the bathroom.

Even for former nobility and the wealthy, having bath attendants in the 21st century.... it was quite surprising.

But starting today, I had personal issues with having bath attendants.

Being washed by a woman in a woman's body...?

I wasn't even used to Isabella's female body yet,

Let alone having someone else directly observe the body.

Hmm, it would be better to just wash alone.

When I said I would wash alone, the maid explained the bath items and how to use them before quietly leaving.

Hmm. When I was a man, shampoo and soap were enough, but now there are so many things.

This must be why women take so long to wash, I thought.

Anyway, after washing, I was lounging in the large bathroom that could be called a bathhouse.

"Ahhh....."

The warm water, the resulting humid air, and the water that felt good on the skin from what must have been good medicinal ingredients, along with the pleasant fragrances, all combined to make my body and mind very comfortable.

I could understand why people want to go to hot springs so badly.

Though, of course, this bath would probably be better than a hot spring.

Unlike what I had thought, I had a very comfortable bath and came out, dried off the water from my body, and dried my hair.

After that, I put on...underwear and clothes that the maid had prepared.

Honestly, the experience of putting on women's underwear was... embarrassing. Even though this was now my body, and even though no one was watching, the fact that I was putting on women's underwear was embarrassing. Also, while putting on clothes, I saw the white skin and beautiful face reflected in the mirror.

I thought this might be why there are narcissists- it was a face that could probably seduce anyone regardless of age or gender.