Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 127 - 48

Chapter 127: Chapter 48

At this moment, in Kurokawa Household.

The dinner table was set with the quiet domesticity of a home that had finally found its peace.

Aiko and Suzune sat peacefully, eating their dinner in contentment.

For Aiko, it was relief after finally going home from work. Being a CEO was truly a stressful thing, especially when the boards and shareholders were full of old stubborn people who are afraid of change and innovation.

Do they really think maintaining the status quo would ensure their company would remain the dominant clothing brand in the country?

Once she gets the chance, she’d buy those shares back from them and kick them out.

As for Suzune…

She was staring at her mom, looking hesitatant, as if wanting to say something, but couldn’t form any words.

Aiko seems to have noticed this, “What is it? If you want to say something, say it.”

Suzune hesitated for a moment, before nodding.

“…Mom,” Suzune started, her voice trembling. “What, what do you honestly think of Seijirou?”

Aiko paused mid-motion, her chopsticks hovering over a side dish, her heart seems to have leapt out of her chest as she heard the question.

She took a slow, deliberate breath, carefully constructing her response. “If you are asking if I approve of him for you… then yes. If you wanted to marry him tomorrow, I wouldn’t disagree. Is that a sufficient answer?”

Suzune leaned forward, observing her mother. “…Yeah, but…do you like him?”

Aiko flinched, a microscopic tremor passing through her shoulders that didn’t escape Suzune’s notice.

She quickly regained her composure, taking a sip of water to buy time. “I like him enough to trust him with my daughter’s heart. Why are you even asking this now? You’ve already given everything to that boy; it’s a bit late to be seeking maternal validation, don’t you think?”

Suzune took a deep breath, before setting her chopsticks down and looked her mother dead in the eyes. “I… I know about you and Seijirou-kun. I know what happened between you two.”

The air in the room seemed to vanish.

Aiko’s eyes widened, a flash of raw, naked panic flickering in her irises before her face went pale.

She grabbed a glass of water, her hands trembling so violently that the ice clinked against the rim as she drank it in one go, struggling to find her voice.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aiko managed to whisper, though the lie felt flimsy and pathetic even to her own ears.

“Mom, stop,” Suzune said gently. “I heard you. The night he stayed over… I heard everything. There’s no point in denying it anymore.”

Aiko felt her heart drop into her stomach. The crushing weight of guilt and the terror of losing her daughter’s respect made her feel faint.

She gripped the edge of the table, her voice breaking into a sob. “I-I’m so sorry, Suzune. That…that was a moment born of a momentary weakness. It, it won’t again, I promise…”

“No! No, Mom, wait!” Suzune stood up, rounding the table to grab her mother’s shaking hands. “That’s not why I’m telling you this! You don’t have to stop! I… I actually like it!”

Aiko’s sobbing stopped instantly. She looked up, her face a mask of total, stunned bewilderment.

The guilt and shame vanished, replaced by a confusion so deep it was almost comical. “You… WHAT?!”

Suzune looked away, a sheepish, dark blush creeping up her neck as she bit her lip, a shy but unmistakable spark of excitement in her eyes. “I think… I might have a strange fetish. I realized it while I was listening. Seeing Seijirou-kun with another woman, especially someone as beautiful as you… it didn’t make me angry. It made me feel… proud? Hot? I enjoyed it, Mom.”

“Suzune, I am your mother!” Aiko exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. “Don’t you find it absolutely twisted? The morality of it… the betrayal?”

“Doesn’t the ’wrongness’ just make it even hotter?” Suzune countered, a small, mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Aiko stared at her daughter, completely dumbfounded. She had spent a long time agonizing over her “sin,” only to find that the “victim” was cheering from the sidelines.

What is this? Is this still the good daughter she had raised?

Suzune sighed and walked around the table, placing her hands on her mother’s shoulders. “Alright, enough of the teasing. Mom, I’m serious. I truly don’t mind. And it’s not just because of some weird fetish.”

Suzune looked at her mother’s face—the lack of wrinkles, the brightness in her eyes, the way she no longer looked like she was carrying the weight of the world.

She realized now why they had acted so strangely familiar when she first introduced them.

She realized why her mother was always in a good mood whenever Seijirou stayed the night.

“You’ve been through so much, Mom,” Suzune whispered. “Seijirou-kun gave me my life back, but he gave you yours, too. He was there for you when you were lonely and broken. If he makes you happy, and if he can love both of us… then I want you to have that. I want us to be a family, in whatever way that works for him.”

Suzune pulled back, cupping Aiko’s face. “Seijirou-kun didn’t just save me from the darkness. He saved you too. He gave you back your womanhood when you thought it was dead. Why would I want to take that away from you? If he makes you happy, then I want you to have him too.”

Aiko looked at her daughter, tears of relief finally falling—not from guilt, but from a profound sense of gratitude.

The house, which had once been a prison of shared trauma, finally felt like a home where they could both breathe.

She reached up, covering Suzune’s hand with her own.

For the first time, the secrets were gone, replaced by a bond that was unconventional, dangerous, and strangely beautiful.

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At this moment, Seijirou was neatly folding his clothes and even the training Gi given to him, placing it into his travel bag with the methodical precision he had learned from Ichibei.

He felt a strange, restless energy under his skin.

He had conquered the Void, awakened his Origin, and was pushed to his limits by Ichibei, forcing him to master Ki.

Now, he was ready. He was about to leave this mountain tomorrow.

He kind of missed the hum of the city, the chaotic energy of the school hallways, and the familiar, devoted faces of the girls he had left behind.

He wondered if they had succeeded in their training?

Had they learned and mastered Karyoku?

Had Rindou also mastered Ki?

’And Ayano,’ he thought, his knuckles turning white as he gripped a strap. ’Soon, very soon. I will wipe the floor with your face and tear down that school of yours.’

Just then, the door creaked open further, and Retsu stepped in, followed closely by Hiyori.

Retsu’s eyes were fixed on his half-packed bag. “Are you truly intent on leaving at dawn, Seijirou-kun? The deadline isn’t for another few days. You could stay here and refine your ki until the last minute.”

Seijirou didn’t look up, his hands busy with his luggage. “Thank you, but I really wanted to go back, I kind of miss the mess of school life.”

He turned towards her, smiling, “Why the long face? It’s not like we’re saying goodbye. Did you forget you’re also our nurse?”

Retsu blinked, her calculated, stoic mask faltering for a second before a soft, self-deprecating chuckle escaped her. “Ah, I completely forgot about that. You’re right, then we can leave together tomorrow.”

Hiyori stepped forward, her movement much more confident and fluid than the broken, grieving girl she had been days ago.

The “overwriting” was complete; the hollow look in her emerald eyes had been replaced by a vibrant, shimmering obsession.

“Seijirou-kun,” Hiyori said, her voice like honey. “If you ever return to the mountain, I’ll be here. Or… if you find yourself near Otsuki University, you can always find me in the engineering department. I’ll be waiting.”

“Otsuki University?” Seijirou frowned, finding the name familiar. “… don’t worry, I’ll be sure to visit you.”

Hiyori’s smile turned predatory and sweet all at once.

She didn’t wait for a formal goodbye and immediately moved behind him, wrapping her slender arms around his neck as she pressed her heavy, soft chest firmly against his back, her breath hot against the shell of his ear.

“Well… since it’s your last night in the estate,” she whispered, “shouldn’t we ensure the memories you take back to the city are… unforgettable?”

Retsu didn’t say anything. Instead, she crawled across the tatami toward him slowly and gracefully, her every movement seems to be seducing him.

She settled in front of him, her eyes glowing in the dim lamplight as she reached out to unbutton the collar of his shirt.

“A parting gift,” Retsu murmured, her smile widening. “To celebrate the end of your training. I believe we owe it to ourselves to make this night absolutely unforgettable.”

Seijirou put his back to the side as he leaned back, taking in the weight of Hiyori behind him and the intense gaze of Retsu before him.

The silver-gold light of his Ki flared once, briefly, illuminating the room before he reached out and pulled Retsu toward him.

“Unforgettable?” Seijirou repeated, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling growl. “I think I can manage that. I still have a lot of things to teach you two.”

The two giggled, as Seijirou, for the whole night, began teaching them the “art of eight limbs”.