Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 131 - 52

Chapter 131: Chapter 52

The soft blue ambient lighting of the room cast long, cold shadows across the trophies and medals gathering dust on the shelves—remnants of a life Nakamura Shou had long since discarded.

Shou lied on his bed, asleep, completely tired and exhausted from not having any sleep due to him, Renji, and Sakai, subduing various gangs.

If this was a normal Asian household, not to mention becoming a delinquent and not taking school seriously, but even skipping class to sleep would get him a severe beating.

But his family had actually completely given up on him. No, it wasn’t to the point where he was neglected or abused, but his parents were so disappointed that they couldn’t even be bothered to care for what he does in his life.

They had tried many times to get him out of his delinquency, but failed. Even when his father had beaten him, Shou simply stood and took it.

His parents doesn’t know what he experienced. They don’t know how much he owed Seijirou, they don’t know how depressed and broken he was when he found out that he couldn’t run anymore.

For Shou, to stay by Seijirou’s side and help is far more important than the acknowledgement of his parents who only cared about his career, and not his well being.

Well, Shou can also understand why they are like this, after all his entire family is an overachiever.

His grandfather was a war veteran, his grandmother is a lawyer, his father was a professional baseball player and is now the coach of the national team, his mother is a Micheline Star chef, his older brother is a renowned painter, and his older sister is an olympic swimmer who brought home a gold medal.

With family like that, Shou was like the glaring static in a high-definition family portrait.

The track and field injury hadn’t just snapped his tendons; it had snapped his connection to their world.

To them, he was a “disappointment,” a delinquent who preferred the grit of the streets to the sterile halls of academia.

But does he care?

Not one bit.

Just then, phone buzzed against the nightstand, a violent vibration that rattled the half finished bottle of water he had drank before he fell asleep.

Shou groaned, pulling the expensive silk duvet over his head.

’Go away. The world doesn’t exist until noon,’ he thought.

The buzzing didn’t stop, and continued until Shou finally extended his hands to reach for his phone.

With his half-lidded eyes, he opened his phone…Yukina was calling.

He was about to swipe and answer when the buzzing stopped, ’Ah… She’s going to kill me.’

Having been friends with that woman for so long, he knew she absolutely despises it if others doesn’t answer her call.

He was about to call her back when he received a direct message, also from Yukina.

He squinted at the screen, the brightness stinging his eyes.

Yukina: He’s back. Seijirou returned this morning. We’re holding a private celebration at the barcade later.

Oh. That’s good.

Yukina: Don’t even think about showing your face there tonight. You know what to do.

Shou paused. Not show my face? Well, considering they haven’t seen each other in a month, they’d probably bang till morning.

He tapped out a lazy “Got it” and tossed the phone onto the rug and covered himself with his sheets.

’Now I can sleep all day…’

But he was halfway back to a dream when his phone exploded into a group call notification.

’Fuck…’

He once again took his phone and checked the caller ID, it showed Sakai and Renji.

He answered with a growl. “This better be a literal fire.”

“Shou! Did you hear? The Boss is back!” Sakai’s voice boomed through the speaker, sounding like he’d already done a thousand pushups in excitement. “He’s at the school right now!”

“Forget that part,” Renji interjected, his voice high-pitched and buzzing. “What’s the move for the party? Are we meeting at school or heading straight to the barcade? I’ve got my best jacket ready!”

Shou stared at the ceiling, his voice flat. “I’m not going, and you two shouldn’t either.”

The silence on the other end lasted exactly three seconds.

“EH?! WHY?!” Renji shrieked. “Are you sick? Did you lose your mind in that alleyway last night?”

“Is your sleep actually more important than a reunion with the Boss?” Sakai added, sounding genuinely offended. “He’s been gone for a month, Shou! A month!”

Shou let out a long, weary sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Guys, use the brains God gave you. Yukina messaged me five minutes ago, and I’m sure she was the one who mentioned that Boss is back right?”

“Yep.”

“She sounds very excited.”

“It wasn’t an invitation, it was a threat. Think about it. It’s been thirty days. The girls have been vibrating with worry and longing since the second he stepped onto that mountain.”

He paused for effect, his voice dropping an octave. “What do you think they’re going to do at a ’private celebration’ in a closed-off lounge? Play Pac-Man? Discuss the school’s budget?”

Renji and Sakai went silent.

The mental image of Seijirou surrounded by a love-starved, supernatural-powered women finally clicked.

The “celebration” wasn’t going to be a party; it was going to be a marathon of pure, unadulterated carnage that would make a Roman orgy look like a Sunday school picnic.

“They are going to fuck,” Shou said, punctuating each word. “Every. Single. One of them. All night. If we show up, we’re either going to be the world’s most awkward third wheels, or Yukina is going to literally bury us under the floorboards for interrupting.”

“Ah…” Renji’s voice was suddenly very small. “I… I didn’t think about the logistics of the ’thirsty’ factor.”

“I’d rather stay here in my blue lights and sleep,” Shou yawned, turning onto his side. “I’ll see the Boss tomorrow. When he’s… you know. Drained. Goodnight, idiots.”

He hung up before they could respond, the blue light of the room reflecting in his eyes as he finally closed them.

Being the only one with common sense in a gang of monsters was exhausting.

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The office of the principal at Saint Shinomiya High School was a far cry from the cluttered, academic spaces of other institutions.

It was cold, minimalist, and smelled of expensive leather and heavy incense.

Matsuda Sosuke, the undisputed King of Saint Shinomiya and the sovereign of the 24th District, sat behind the massive mahogany desk.

He moved his pen with a mechanical, rhythmic grace, signing off on logistical reports that more closely resembled military manifests than school paperwork.

Just then, the heavy double doors creaked open as Godai Haruto entered.

“Boss…” He greeted, nodding at the man before him as he slumped onto the leather couch, his movements stiff.

Even now, a month later, Haruto’s ribs ached whenever the weather turned cold, still feeling the parting gift from the monster of the Kageyama line.

Sosuke didn’t look up from his ledger. “Do you have something to report, Haruto? Or are you just here to test the structural integrity of my furniture?”

“The higher-ups finally gave the green light,” Haruto said, his voice raspy. “They’ve extracted Ayano. A specialized medical team from the Society headquarters took him this morning for ’re-education’ and treatment. They were… not pleased with the state he was in.”

Sosuke nodded slowly.

Even though the 24th District was considered the bottom tier of the Bully Society’s vast hierarchy, they were still a cog in a global machine.

To have one of their Karyoku users paralyzed by a nameless woman was an embarrassment that required more than just medical attention—it required a restoration of their fear.

“And the other variable?” Sosuke asked, finally setting his pen down.

“Kageyama Seijirou has returned,” Haruto replied, his hand instinctively going to his side where the phantom pain of his broken ribs throbbed. “He was sighted at Shunji High this morning. According to the reports, he didn’t change that much. His month of so-called training was probably not that special.”

Sosuke remained silent for a long moment, the shadows of the room dancing in his cold eyes.

“There’s more,” Haruto continued, leaning forward. “His subordinates, those three dogs of his, haven’t been idle. They spent their time subduing every independent gang in their school and maybe some more. They’ve formed a makeshift army, boss. Those guys truly weren’t kidding, they wanted to declare war and completely wreck our school.”

“…Is that so? Well, I guess they need all hands they can get to feel confident.” Sosuke remarked, his tone devoid of any real concern. “Are the Eight Limbs gathered?”

“They are,” Haruto confirmed. “Aside from Ayano, everyone has already returned. Their personal units are already stationed at the perimeter. Honestly, let those Shunji thugs bring their ’army.’ A hundred street thugs are still just thugs. We have discipline, training, and the Society’s resources. We’ll break them on our walls.”

Sosuke stood up, walking to the large window that overlooked the pristine, gated campus of Saint Shinomiya. “Do not be arrogant, Haruto. Although Kageyama and his goons are nothing to be wary of, but the woman who neutralized Ayano is an unknown. She is the wild card we must account for.”

Haruto nodded at that. He had seen the state of his fellow Eight Limbs, and he would rather die than like like that.

Although only his legs were paralyzed at first, within a month, it actually spreads until he couldn’t even close his eyelids, forcing his eyes to remain open.

Even the experts from the Society was shocked at his state.

Whoever that woman is, Haruto swore he’d rather rebel against Sosuke than to confront her.

Sosuke turned back, his gaze sharp and final. “But a challenge to the 24th District cannot go unanswered. If he wants a war, we will give him war, and execute him.”

He checked his watch, his eyes narrowing. “Prepare everyone. In forty-eight hours, we move. I want to personally crush the hope out of Kageyama Seijirou’s eyes before I end him.”

“Understood!” Harato stood up, leaving the room.

Sosuke stared at his departing back before he took a deep breath and went back to his paperworks.

He hope that woman doesn’t interfere in this war, or else, he wouldn’t know what to do.