Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 134 - 55
Chapter 134: Chapter 55
The polished linoleum of the hallway reflected the fluorescent lights overhead as Rindou walked with a heavy, rhythmic click of her shoes.
She had just emerged from a high-stakes meeting in the principal’s office, where the atmosphere had been thick with anxiety.
They actually informed her of various reforms and such, and one of them is the must formation of a disciplinary committee.
This due to the “Basuta Incident”, as many had called it, which had left a permanent scar on the administration’s confidence, and they wanted to prevent it from happening again.
The Principal had been blunt.
“Kobayashi-san, we cannot rely on luck next time. A Disciplinary Committee is no longer suggestion but a must! I need a force that can act as a deterrents. Students with genuine combat capability who can patrol the halls and keep the peace.”
Truthfully, Rindou was surprised it took them almost a month before they actually decided to offer a solution to prevent another incident from happening.
The higher ups of this school are truly, utterly incompetent.
Rindou had actually suggested Seijirou’s circle, knowing their strength was unparalleled, but the Principal had paled at the suggestion.
To the school board, putting Seijirou in charge of discipline was like asking a hurricane to manage a wind chime.
They wanted “order,” and Seijirou represented a power they couldn’t control.
’Still, Combat skills, unwavering discipline, and the time to patrol,’ Rindou thought, her brow furrowed.
Where could she find such students?
’Haruka is the obvious choice. Her efficiency is terrifying. But who else? The kendo and karate clubs are focused on Nationals… and I need people who won’t hesitate when things get ugly, and actually have time.’
“President!”
The shout broke her train of thought.
Rindou stopped and turned to see Hen Taiya, the Student Council Vice President, jogging toward her.
Taiya was the image of a model student, neatly groomed, diligent, and usually possessed of a calm demeanor.
But today, his face was flushed, and his breathing was ragged.
“Taiya-kun,” Rindou nodded, her voice maintaining its professional poise. “Is there an emergency with the budget reports?”
Taiya didn’t answer immediately. He stopped in front of her, clutching his phone so hard his knuckles were white.
He looked at her with an expression that was a volatile mix of grief and desperation. “President… do you really love him? Kageyama Seijirou?”
Rindou tilted her head, a small, curious smile touching her lips. “Why do you ask such a personal question in the middle of the hallway?”
Taiya didn’t speak. Instead, he shoved his phone toward her face.
On the screen was a high-resolution photo taken only ten minutes ago in the gym. It showed Seijirou standing at the center of a group of girls—Suzune, Emi, Yukina, Touka, Haruka, and an unfamiliar, elegant girl with purple hair.
They were draped over him, their faces glowing with a warmth that was undeniable.
“President, you might choose to ignore the rumors, but here is the proof!” Taiya’s voice rose, vibrating with indignation. “That man is a complete scumbag! He’s a philanderer who collects women like trophies! He doesn’t deserve your devotion, your time, or your love! He’s a stain on this school!”
Rindou leaned in, squinting at the photo. Her eyes lingered on the purple-haired girl she didn’t recognize.
Who’s that? She looks quite elegant, might be from an affluent family, and she look quite close to Tachibana Rei, must be her friend right?
Well, she can ask for that later.
“Oh,” Rindou said simply, straightening back up.
Taiya stared at her, his mouth hanging open. “’Oh’? That’s it? President, he is standing there with a harem while you are here working yourself to the bone for the school! Why do you love such a bastard? There are so many people, good people, honest people, who would cherish you properly! So why did you choose him!?”
Rindou shook her head gently, her expression softening. “There is no need to say more, Taiya-kun. Let’s head back to the student council room. We have the Disciplinary Committee roster to finalize, and the cultural festival prep is already behind schedule.”
“I love you, Prez!”
Rindou paused, her eyes widening at Taiya’s sudden confession.
The declaration hit the empty hallway like a thunderclap as Taiya stepped closer, his eyes burning with a desperate, frantic light. “I’ve watched you for two years, Rindou! I will cherish you. I will be faithful. I will give you the life a girl like you deserves. Please… leave that guy behind. Give me a chance to show you what real love looks like.”
Rindou stared at him for a long beat. The silence stretched between them, both heavy and awkward.
Finally, she sighed, a faint, sad smile appearing on her face. “I’m happy that you feel that way for me, Taiya-kun. You are a hard worker and a good man. Perhaps… if you had confessed in the past, before I knew what I know now, I might have considered it. But as things stand, I can only apologize. The one I love, the only one I can ever love, is Kageyama Seijirou.”
“But why?!” Taiya cried out, tears of frustration pricking his eyes. “He’s a delinquent! A scumbag! He’s dangerous! I can offer you safety and stability! Why won’t you just give me a chance?”
Rindou closed her eyes, and for a moment, she wasn’t in the high school hallway.
At this, she thought of those strange dreams she had, dreams that ended in tragedy, and that man who couldn’t bear to witness it.
“Taiya-kun, did you know?” Rindou whispered, her voice sounding far away. “Seijirou is someone who defied fate itself for me. He saw me suffering in a world that wanted to break me, and he refused to accept it. He reached out and grasped the threads of time, rewinding it again and again, enduring the darkness and the loneliness of a thousand resets, just to see a single happy ending for us. Someone who has sacrificed his own soul to save mine… how could I not fall in love with him?”
Taiya stared at her, his face a mask of total confusion. “President… what are you talking about? Rewinding time? Fate? You’re… you’re sounding like one of those light novels heroines. Is he brainwashing you?”
Rindou blinked, the haze of her memories clearing as she realized she had let her heart speak too loudly.
She shook her head, the mysterious light in her eyes fading back into her usual sharp blue. “Forget it. You wouldn’t understand. It isn’t something that can be explained with logic.”
She turned around, her back to him as she began to walk away. “But I can give you a direct answer to your question. You asked why I couldn’t give you a chance? It’s simple. Because the moment Kageyama Seijirou appeared in my life, he took up so much space that my heart no longer has room for any other man. There is no ’chance’ to give, Taiya-kun, because there is no vacancy.”
She paused, looking back over her shoulder one last time, her expression firm but kind. “That’s why, please… find someone else who is worthy of your love. Because for as long as I draw breath, I belong to him.”
With that, she walked away, her heels clicking decisively against the floor, leaving Taiya alone in the cold, blue light of the hallway, clutching a phone that displayed a reality he could never hope to enter.
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At this moment, in the Vice Principal Office, Retsu sat casually on the leather guest chair, sipping her tea with a rhythmic, unnerving calm.
Opposite her, Hana maintained her “warm” facade, though the cheerful smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes, which remained fixed on the figure by the window.
Standing at the vantage point, looking down at the students scurrying like ants across the courtyard, was the new Vice Principal: Kujou Sara.
She was a woman of sharp, dangerous elegance, her black hair pulled into a high, severe ponytail that emphasized the predatory clarity of her green eyes.
Her black business suit was tailored to perfection, yet even the high-quality fabric seemed to strain against the curves of her chest, her silhouette finalized by a sleek pencil skirt and dark stockings.
“I can’t believe you actually took this position, Sara,” Retsu said, the porcelain cup clinking softly against its saucer. “A high-ranking operative of the Grand Order playing bureaucrat in a suburban high school? It’s almost comedic.”
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Hana chirped, though her voice had a sharp, crystalline edge. “The three of us, back together in the same building. Just like the old days during the Great Rift, right?”
Sara didn’t turn around immediately. Her gaze stayed on the field, specifically on the ash-blonde boy currently surrounded by his circle of girls.
“The anomalous activity in this sector is projected to increase by four hundred percent starting this week,” she said, her voice a low, authoritative alto. “The Seer from the Grand Order has confirmed it. The ’Veil’ is thinning, and the epicenter of the disturbance is exactly where you’d expect.”
She turned around finally, her expression grim as she sat behind the massive desk. “Every supernatural anomaly, every rogue spirit, and every distorted ego in this city is being drawn toward the boy the two of you treasure. Kageyama Seijirou has become a lightning rod for the impossible. His mere existence is endangering thousands of civilians.”
Sara leaned forward, her hands interlaced on the desk. “Because of this, some of the Elders in the Grand Order have proposed a… permanent solution. They want to eliminate the source of the attraction. They want him dea—.”
Swoosh!
Crackle!
The office shifted from a room into a death trap in less than a millisecond.
Before Sara could even finish her sentence, the air between them exploded.
Retsu was suddenly inches from Sara’s right eye, a long, silver acupuncture needle poised just a hair’s breadth from the pupil.
Her body was wreathed in a suffocating, dark purple Ki that smelled of ’death’ and ancient graveyards.
On the other side, Hana’s “kind teacher” persona had evaporated.
She stood bathed in a blinding aura of golden lightning that hissed and arced across the furniture.
A spear of pure electrical discharge was leveled at Sara’s left eye, the tip humming with enough voltage to vaporize a city block.
If Seijirou were to see this, he would be greatly surprised. Not even in the game was there any hints that Hana was more mysterious than she looks…then again, neither did Retsu.
Sara didn’t blink. She sat perfectly still, the wind from their sudden movement still ruffling her ponytail.
“Calm down, you two idiots,” she sighed. “You’re going to trigger the fire sprinklers.”
Neither of them moved an inch. The intent to kill in the room was so thick it was almost visible.
“I naturally refused the proposal,” Sara continued, her voice unfazed by the weapons at her face. “But the Order is adamant. They see a threat; they want it neutralized. So, I proposed a compromise. A trial. If Kageyama Seijirou proves himself capable of dealing with these anomalies as they arise, if he can maintain the balance, then they are to leave him alone. He stays alive as long as he is the solution, not just the problem.”
Slowly, the tension ebbed.
Retsu retracted her needle with a fluid flick of her wrist, the purple Ki dissipating into the floor.
She then went to grabbed her white doctor’s coat from the rack and shrugged it on, her expression returning to one of bored clinical detachment.
“The Grand Order should mind their own business,” Retsu said, heading for the door. “They’ve always been more interested in ’balance’ than in people. If I find out they’re interfering with Seijirou’s life behind my back, I won’t just visit their headquarters. I’ll dismantle it.”
With a final, sharp glance, she exited the room.
Hana remained for a second longer, the golden spear in her hand dissolving into motes of light.
The lightning died down, leaving the room smelling of burnt air. She reached up, re-styling her hair into its habitual bun after it was let loose from the lightning, before walking towards the door.
“I’m with Retsu on this one, Sara,” Hana said, her voice dropping its cheerful lilt for something much more terrifying. “Don’t test us.”
Sara adjusted her glasses, leaning back in her chair. “I know your loyalties. But look at the reality. On my way to the school today, I already had to neutralize a boy who had manifested an ’App’ that allowed him to mind-control anyone within a fifty-meter radius. He was using it for horrific crimes. These anomalies are popping up like weeds, and they are all vibrating in resonance with Kageyama.”
“Don’t you dare blame this on Seijirou,” Hana hissed, her hand on the doorknob. “We both know the truth. Your Organization’s greed for power is what started this. You experimented on that ’thing’ in the basement of the Order, and you let it escape. Don’t act so righteous now that the consequences are biting your ass.”
Hana turned her head, her golden eyes flashing with a final, lethal warning. “If something happens to Seijirou because of your ’Order,’ I don’t care about the world. I will rain down every bolt of lightning I have and annihilate you and everyone you work for before I take my final breath.”
The door slammed shut, leaving Sara alone in the silence.
The Vice Principal stared at the closed door for a long time, then looked back out at the courtyard.
She saw Seijirou laughing with the girls, looking for all the world like a normal teenager.
“Ah, damn it,” Sara sighed, rubbing her temples. “This is exactly why I didn’t want this job. Between the world-ending anomalies and the two most dangerous women in the world protecting the source… I’m going to need a lot of aspirin.”
