Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 139 - 4

Chapter 139: Chapter 4

Saint Shinomiya Highschool.

The meeting hall where the elites of Saint Shinomiya High School was an architectural marvel of cold marble and high-backed leather chairs, more fitting for a corporate board of directors than a group of high schoolers.

At the head of the long, mahogany table sat Matsuda Sosuke, his shadow stretching long across the floor under the sterile overhead lights.

Before him stood the Eight Limbs, minus the vacant seat left by the broken Ayano.

These eight, or seven now, were actually not just thugs nor delinquents, but they were the peak of the school’s athletic and martial hierarchy, each a captain of their respective domain and a sanctioned enforcer of the Bully Society’s local branch.

Horimiya Kasumi, Eight Limbs Number 1, the strongest elite under the command of Sosuke. A beautiful woman with long black hair and purple eyes, and a curvaceous body that men would drool over.

Kamuro Ryu, Eight Limbs Number 2, the strongest man amongst the elite group. A blonde young man with green eyes and a slightly tanned skin.

Namashita Miyato, Eight Limbs Number 3, the fastest man amongst the group, a tall and slender young man with black hair and brown eyes.

Yamashita Takeko, Eight Limbs Number 4, the biggest and most durable member of the group, a muscular bald man who looked nothing like a highschooler and more of a professional heavyweight fighter.

Shiho Mira, Eight Limbs Number 6, the one Sosuke put in charge in intel gathering and infiltration. A woman with short orange hair, yellow eyes and a petite and slender body.

Manabe Hari, Eight Limbs Number 7, she was the oldest member of this group, and have followed Sosuke since he first became the leader of District 24. She is a beautiful woman with black and blue hair tied into braids, and a pair of black eyes.

And lastly, Godai Hayato, the man Seijirou had beaten a month ago. The weakest and newest member of the group.

“The scouts have confirmed it,” Sosuke began, his voice a low, clinical drone. “Kageyama Seijirou has mobilized the trash of the 24th District. They are currently marching on our gates with a force numbering in the hundreds. They intend to thrash this institution.”

“So? What about it?” Horimiya Kasumi interjected, her voice dripping with boredom.

She was the second-in-command, a tall girl with hair like spun silk and a gaze as sharp as the katanas she mastered in the Kendo Club.

She was declared the second strongest female Kendo practitioner, after only losing to a certain someone in the nationals.

But that was a year ago, before she learned Karyoku, and now, she was confident on taking on the one who defeated her, both with and without Karyoku.

She leaned back, her legs crossed elegantly. “A mountain of garbage is still just garbage, Sosuke. Do we really need a formal strategy session to deal with a bunch of street thugs who probably can’t even read a map?”

Honestly, she doesn’t see much point of this meeting.

So what if there are hundreds of delinquents? Their school have completely beaten almost every delinquents in the district and force them to pay tribute to them.

Most of the school’s funds came from them.

“They aren’t to be underestimated,” Godai Haruto muttered, his voice tight with lingering trauma. “Kageyama isn’t what he used to be. And the girls with him… they’re anomalies.”

Kasumi didn’t even turn her head to look at him. She merely let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Hah! Who cares about what you think, Godai? You were beaten by a man who hasn’t even learned any Karyoku. In my eyes, you’re no different from the trash marching towards our school. Maybe you should go out there and join them; you’d fit right in.”

“You!” Haruto surged to his feet, his chair screeching against the marble.

He glared at her, his face turning a mottled red.

Kasumi finally turned her head, her hand resting lazily on the hilt of the bokken leaning against her chair. “Wanna go, little dog? I’ve been looking for a reason to practice my strikes on a moving target.”

The air in the room thickened.

Haruto stared into her cold, violet eyes and saw a predatory void and his bravado immediately withered.

He slowly sat back down, his gaze fixed on the table in humiliation.

Kasumi snorted, stood up, and adjusted her pristine white blazer. “I’m bored. I ain’t gonna bother with you people.”

With that, she walked towards the door, but as her reached for the handle, Sosuke called out to her.

“Where are you going, Kasumi?” Sosuke asked. His eyes narrowed, a terrifying, predatory glint flickering in the dark. “I didn’t dismiss you. You aren’t thinking of leaving your post, are you?”

Kasumi paused at the door, her hand on the cold brass knob. She turned back, offering a smile that was all teeth and no warmth. “Ah, don’t worry. I’m going to wait for them at the entrance of our school. Assuming they can even crawl past our subordinates at the gate, I’ll be there to put them out of their misery.”

With that, she vanished into the hallway.

The others remained silent, staring at the door, before turning towards their leader, who looked so calm it was terrifying.

“Ignore her,” Namashita Miyato said disdainfully, crossing his legs.

In the group, he was the captain of Track And Field Club and is a 5 dan in Taekwondo. He was said to be fastest highschooler in 24th District, having once won the nationals.

“That woman is unbearable. Just because she has a little talent and a family name, she treats the rest of us like foot soldiers.” Miyato continued, completely angry and envious of the woman.

Although Saint Shinomiya is an elite and prestigious school, not all of them came from elite and prestigious family.

Miyato himself is from a upper middle class family who got into this school due to his talent.

“What’s there to be mad about?” Said Yamashita Takeko, the Judo captain who once gotten hit by a truck and survived with nothing but a few scratches, and that was before he even awakened Karyoku.

This man was built like a stone pillar, possessing a durability that was legendary in the district. “If you were as rich and talented as her, you’d be arrogant too. It’s the law of the world.”

Kamuro Ryu, the captain of boxing club and the physically strongest of the Limbs, let out a harsh, guttural snort. “She acts superior because the Society headquarters invited her to that ’Elite Seminar,’ but in the end, she’s just a woman. Her arrogance has an expiration date.”

This statement angered two girls from their group.

Shiho Mira, the captain of female Archery Club, who had won the nationals for theee consecutive years, hailed as the most talented female archer in the country.

And Manabe Hari, the Captain of the Female Karate Club, and was the leader of the Eight Limbs Strike Team, in charge of taking down and suppressing delinquents in their district.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Ryu?” Hari asked, her voice low and dangerous.

Ryu curled his lip, undeterred. “Am I wrong? She’s from a rich family and she’s female. Her fate is already written by her father. She’ll be married off to some greasy, middle-aged tycoon to inflate their family’s stock value. All that Kendo skill won’t help her once she’s wearing a wedding dress as a political pawn. She’s just playing at being a warrior until the real world calls her home.”

And that was the truth. Ryu himself came from an elite family, so he knows how it goes. His sisters were also married to some disgusting old men to bolster their family’s wealth.

Being a female in their circle is a complete nightmare.

In fact, Ryu himself harbor feelings of lust and greed for Kasumi, not only because of her body and beauty, but also because of her family, who were one of the Big 4 Tech Conglomerates in the country.

Unfortunately, that woman was as cold as ice and as strong as a demon.

“Enough.” Sosuke raised his hand, silencing the entire room.

He didn’t shout, but the single word cut through the bickering like a guillotine.

Everyone straightened up instantly, their focus all returning to him as he stood up, walking toward the large window that overlooked the school’s main entrance.

In the distance, he could already imagine Kageyama Seijirou bringing in his army of delinquents to barge into his school.

He couldn’t help but think how troublesome a simple incident had grown into. Sosuke couldn’t help but curse Ayano’s recklessness for how many times this month.

Not only have he lost one member of his elite, but they were also dragged into this battle.

Even if they won, their school would be completely thrashed. This is truly a lose-lose situation!

“Personal squabbles are for the weak,” Sosuke stated, his back to them. “You are the Eight Limbs of Saint Shinomiya. You are the sword and shield that the 24th District rely on the most.”

He turned towards them, eyes focusing on each of them, “Ryu, take your squad to the west wing. Takeko, hold the main foyer. Mira, you have the roofs—scout their formations and report to me. Ryu, Hari, stay with me. We will wait for Kageyama in the auditorium.”

He looked back and stared at his reflection in the glass, his eyes cold and devoid of any doubt. “Tonight, we remind these rebels why we dominated this entire district. And once again, we will show them the power that made them unable to raise their heads.”