Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 138 - 3

Chapter 138: Chapter 3

The streetlights outside the gates of Shunji High flickered with a rhythmic, buzzing hum, casting long shadows across the pavement.

Seijirou leaned against the cold brick pillar of the school entrance, the picture of casual lethality.

He wore a plain white shirt under a black jacket, paired with dark jeans and clean white sneakers.

He looked less like a king of delinquent and more like a student waiting for a late-night movie, yet the air around him felt heavy, vibrating with the quiet intensity of a storm held in check.

His hand holding his phone, scrolling through manga panels of a newly released series adapted from his favourite video game.

Looking at him, completely relax, you wouldn’t know that this man was burning with vengeance for the humiliation he had suffered a month ago.

However, unlike before, he no longer put Saint Shinomiya in his eyes.

His goal and his gaze was now only focus to those who are truly the most powerful.

Although Saint Shinomiya and the Bully Society as a whole is formed by supernatural people, most of them are just teenagers and young people who knew nothing of the true depths of the supernatural world.

Once Seijirou was done with his revenge, he wouldn’t even bother with them anymore.

Just then, the silence of the night was broken by the sharp, rhythmic click of wooden sandals.

From the shadows of the dakr streets, Kobayashi Rindou emerged.

She had traded her usual school blazer for a deep blue kimono tucked into a black hakama, a traditional look that emphasized her heritage as a swordswoman.

In her hand, she gripped her shinai, though the way she held it suggested it was as deadly as any steel blade.

Seijirou looked up, and a slow, amused smile spreading across his face as he closed his phone and pocketed it, “I have to admit, I didn’t have ’Student Council President joins a delinquent raid to thrash another school’ on my bingo card for tonight. Are you sure about this, Rindou? This isn’t exactly a sanctioned school activity.”

Rindou adjusted her grip on her weapon, her eyes reflecting the cold moonlight. “Consider this an official executive action, Seijirou-kun. The ’Saints’ of Shinomiya dared to beat up the students of the school I am sworn to protect. This is no longer a gang fight but an enforcement of justice. And I’m simply here to ensure the interest is paid in full.”

“Spoken like a true leader,” a voice chimed in from the sidewalk.

Watanabe Yukina strolled into the light, looking dangerous and effortless in a white tank top and a black leather jacket.

Her skinny jeans and sandals gave her a rebellious edge that made her look like she’d just stepped off a motorcycle. “Looks like I’m not the only one who couldn’t sleep tonight.”

“Yukina-chan,” Rindou nodded at her, smiling.

Yukina smirked and immediately threw herself to Seijirou’s embrace, sandwiching his arm between her large breast, “Ah, Seijirou-kun, let me recharge my energy by rubbing myself on you.”

Seijirou sighed, but didn’t stop her.

Rindou simply blinked. No matter how many times she had seen it, she will always be surprised by Yukina’s boldness.

Just then, Yukina, Seijirou and Rindou all stared towards the dark street as Emi arrived, and for a moment, the group went silent as they stared at hrr.

Emi, at this moment, had completely transformed.

She wore a black, skin-tight full bodysuit that acted like a tactical second skin, a long black scarf wrapped loosely around her neck.

She looked like a modern-day kunoichi, her black combat boots making no sound on the asphalt, which actually startled Seijirou and the others.

She had a lollipop tucked into the corner of her mouth, her eyes looking so ever indifferent to the world.

“Oh, wow. Sexy,” Yukina teased, leaning in to inspect Emi’s outfit.

“Thanks.” Emi replied, popping out the lollipop from her mouth before putting it back again.

“No probs, hm…” Yukina then pouted, looking at Emi’s chest. “Wait, you didn’t wear the piercings tonight? I thought you liked the thrill.”

Emi rolled her eyes, shifting the lollipop to the other side of her mouth. “They snag on the fabric, Yukina. And unlike some people, I don’t need a fetish to get focused for a fight. I’m here to work, not to put on a show.”

“What do you mean?! Are you suggesting I’m a perverted exhibitionist!?”

“You said that, not me.”

“I thought we were friends.” Yukina pouted, feeling dejected. “Besides, I just like to flaunt my obviously very sexy body, but I have never let anyone actually see me naked.”

“We all know that, no need to explain. And drop the act, your acting skills is rather sad.”

Yukina pouted, crossing her arms to emphasized her breast even more and even rubbing it to Emi’s cheek.

“Hehehe, how’s that?”

“Tch,” Emi suddenly vanished and appeared behind Yukina.

“Whoa!” Yukina stumbled, almost falling face down if Emi hadn’t grabbed her.

Yukina turned towards her and pouted.

“It seems everyone have already gathered here,” Suzune said, appearing from the darkness of the opposite street.

She was dressed more casually in a plain black shirt and a pink jacket, but the dark, swirling spiritual energy around her fingertips suggested she was anything but relaxed.

“Ah, Suzune, you’re finally here. And no,” Seijirou checked his phone. “Not everyone is here yet. Shou and the others are lagging behind.”

“Ah, is that so? I thought I will be the one who’s late.” Said Suzune.

At Suzune’s arrival, thr group settled into a tense, quiet conversation, the air filled with the low murmur of voices and the occasional spark of their power as the girls ran through their mental preparations.

They discussed the layout of Saint Shinomiya, the gated entrances, the narrow hallways, and the rumored locations of the “Eight Limbs”.

Then, the ground began to vibrate.

At first, it was a faint rhythmic thumping, like a distant heartbeat, but it soon grew into a thunderous roar of synchronized footsteps.

Seijirou and the girls turned their gazes toward the main road.

Emerging from the fog was an army.

Hundreds of delinquents, a sea of mismatched jackets, dyed hair, and determined faces, marched forward.

They carried lead pipes, wooden bats, and heavy chains.

Leading the massive column were Shou, Renji, and Sakai.

“Whoa, when did we get an army?” Yukina asked, but no one answered her.

“There’s probably a hundred of them…” Said Emi.

Just then, Shou stepped forward, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow as he signaled the group to halt.

The sound of hundreds of boots stopping at once was like a crack of thunder.

“Sorry we’re late, Boss,” Shou said, dipping his head in respect. “Gathering this many idiots from different parts of the district and making sure they didn’t start a riot on the way here was like herding cats.”

Seijirou looked over the massive crowd, and he couldn’t help but praise as the sheer scale of the force was impressive.

“Who are all these people, Shou? I don’t remember us having a recruitment drive.”

“They’re the leftovers,” Shou explained with a wry grin. “Delinquents from Shunji, the surrounding wards, and a few minor schools we’ve… ’persuaded’ over the last few days. They hated Saint Shinomiya as much as we do because apparently, Saint Shinomiya has been forcing them to give tribute to them, and if they don’t give, they are severely punished, so they wanted to beat them.”

He gestured to the rows of armed teens behind him. “They’ll serve as the distraction for us as they will keep the Shinomiya foot soldiers busy at the gates while we penetrate the interior and dismantle their ’Eight Limbs’ and their King.”

“Not bad…” Suzune nodded as she praised.

“I can’t believe there are this many delinquents?” Rindou whispered, “Should I beat them up later and reform them?”

Truly worthy of being a gorilla!

Miraculously, no one seemed to have heard her.

Sakai cracked his knuckles, a feral grin on his face. “Just give the word, boss. My hands have been itching since I got this new power and wanted to try it out on people who actually can fight back.”

Renji nodded, his eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the Saint Shinomiya spires. “It’s time to end that trashy school and declare that only Shunji can rule this district.”

Seijirou stepped forward, his presence suddenly expanding, his Origin: The Seeker pulsing with a silver-gold light that seemed to dim the streetlights.

The hundreds of delinquents went deathly silent, staring at the man who stood at the head of their crusade.

He didn’t need a megaphone; his voice carried to the back of the line with ease.

“Tonight, we don’t just fight a school,” Seijirou declared. “We end a system. Saint Shinomiya thinks they own the 24th District because they’re the loudest of school. We’re going to prove them wrong. We’re going to burn their ’Saint’ titles to ash.”

He turned toward the direction of the enemy territory, his eyes glowing with a lethal resolve.

“Move out,” he commanded. “The 24th District belongs to us.”

The army erupted into a deafening roar, a wall of sound that shook the windows of the nearby apartments.

As one massive, dark wave, they began their march toward the heart of Shinomiya, with Seijirou and his circle leading the charge at the very front.