Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 141 - 6

Chapter 141: Chapter 6

The lobby of Saint Shinomiya, once a gleaming hall of prestige, was rapidly becoming a graveyard of fine art and luxury architecture.

Marble floor tiles were shattered under the weight of explosive footwork, and the heavy crystal chandelier above swayed dangerously, vibrating with every concussive clash of wood on wood.

Kasumi was like a whirlwind of violet intensity. Her strikes were not the measured, polite taps of a sport; they were heavy, bone-breaking blows fueled by a year of bottled-up obsession.

She moved with a liquid grace, her long black hair whipping around her like a dark shroud.

“I finally have my rematch!” Kasumi’s laughter echoed off the high ceiling, sounding both melodic and manic.

She launched a flurry of three rapid-fire thrusts toward Rindou’s throat. “Why didn’t you participate in the Nationals?! Huh?! Did you look at the brackets, see my name, and decide I wasn’t even worth the trip to the arena anymore?!”

Rindou parried the thrusts with a tight, economical circular motion, her blue Ki hushing the air as it burned along the length of her shinai.

“I didn’t participate because I had more important things to do than collect another trophy, Kasumi,” she retorted, her voice a sharp contrast to Kasumi’s heat. “I don’t see the point in entering a tournament I’ve already conquered.”

“I told you I was going to win next time!” Kasumi roared, her eyes wide and bloodshot with adrenaline.

She leaped into the air, bringing her blade down in a crushing overhead strike. “You promised you would wait for me! You promised we would stand on that final stage again! Why did you break your word?!”

Rindou’s eyes widened as she braced her weapon horizontally, the force of Kasumi’s landing driving her several inches into the cracked marble.

“Stop making it sound like I stood you up on a date! I never promised to ’wait’ for you! I said I’d see you around! That is not a binding contract!”

Kasumi froze.

She stopped mid-press, her blade still locked against Rindou’s. She blinked, her expression shifting from feral rage to a look of thoughtful, terrifying curiosity.

She then hopped back a few steps, resetting her stance.

“I wasn’t trying to make it sound like a date,” Kasumi mused, her voice suddenly dropping into a sultry, playful purr. “But if that’s the direction you wanted to take this, Rindou-chan… I could certainly be persuaded to agree to a date. There’s a very exclusive French place downtown that only takes one reservation a night.”

Rindou felt a vein throb in her forehead, her grip on her shinai tightened until the wood groaned. “Who would date you?! You’re a homicidal narcissist who thinks ’hello’ is a challenge to a duel!”

Rindou finally remembered why she didn’t want to participate in thus year’s tournament.

Although it is true that she no longer see any point in participating, but the major reason is because of this woman!

“My, my, Rindou’s angry expression is cute too.” Kasumi smiled, licking her lips.

Kasumi admired Rindou, bordering on extreme obsession.

It wasn’t what you would call love or anything, but it’s probably a more distorted version of that.

Having grown up in the shadow of a family where women were traded like stocks, and even as a kid, her father was basically showing her off to old men and offering her as a potential partner.

So Kasumi had long since developed a visceral, physical revulsion, and gag-inducing disgust towards men.

It didn’t help that when her academic and martial talent fully developed, those ’good men’ around her age had distanced themselves from her due to their fragile musculine ego.

They simply cannot accept a woman so much talented, richer, and better than them.

So with her disgust and superiority over men, Kasumi had developed interest on people of the same gender.

Because to her, a man’s touch was like grease on silk—unwelcome and staining.

So isn’t it logical that she chose to go for other women instead?

And last year, after being defeated by Rindou, Kasumi had developed a strange, distorted feeling for that girl who was regal, elegant, and strong enough to shatter her world.

“Can you shut up!?” Rindou glared at her.

“Rindou…” Kasumi whispered, her gaze drifting over Rindou’s blue-and-black attire with a hungry, predatory softness. “It’s fine. I’ll make you accept my feelings. Once I break that shinai and pin you to this marble, you’ll see that only I can truly appreciate your strength.”

“Damn it! Stop being unreasonable!” Rindou cursed, her blue Ki flaring into a brilliant, jagged aura. “I have a boyfriend! I’ve already decided my future—I’m going to be his wife! I have zero interest in women, especially ones who are as violent and perverted as you!”

Kasumi let out a long, dreamy sigh, her face flushing. “Ah… that fierce, angry expression. You’re so much cuter when you’re shouting at me.”

She hummed, turning to the side deep in thought, “Still, a ’boyfriend,’ you say? Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m a generous woman. We can share you. As long as I don’t have to look at his face or touch him, I suppose he can have the weekends. Just don’t make us kiss or anything; I’d puke.”

“I AM NOT A TOY TO BE SHARED!” Rindou screamed, the sheer absurdity of the conversation finally snapping her patience. “I am a woman who loves one man! And he would probably find you incredibly annoying!”

“Of course not!” Kasumi giggled, her purple eyes glowing with a distorted affection. “Rindou-chan is far cuter than any toy. You’re a masterpiece. And masterpieces belong in a private gallery.”

“Just shut up and fight!” Rindou roared.

She lunged forward, her speed doubled by her fury as her shinai became a blur of blue light, striking with the precision of a lightning bolt.

Kasumi met the charge with a savage laugh, her purple aura clashing against the blue in a spectacular explosion of Ki and Spirit Energy that sent a shockwave through the lobby, blowing out the remaining windows.

The two goddesses of war blurred into motion again, their movements a lethal dance of steel-hard wood and clashing wills.

And then, Rindou gained some distance, and lowered her body for Iajutsu.

Kasumi’s eyes widened as she tried to black, but it was too late, Rindou moved like a lightning, immediately appearing before her and cutting her shinai into two!

And before Kasumi could react, Rindou pointed her shinai at Kasumi’s neck.

Silence immediately ensued.

The air in the lobby crystallized, turning from mere tension into a pressurized vacuum of raw power.

For a moment, Rindou stood triumphant, her shinai still leveled at Kasumi’s throat with surgical precision.

The silence was absolute, until Kasumi started to laugh.

“Don’t laugh. I won,” Rindou stated, her voice hard as diamond.

“Winning a game with wooden sticks is one thing, Rindou-chan,” Kasumi whispered, her purple eyes glowing with an ethereal, unsettling light.

She tossed the broken halves of her weapon aside as if they were trash.

She then leaped back, her fingers lingering on her throat where the point of Rindou’s blade had been. “But we aren’t children playing at Kendo anymore, are we? Let me show you why I was invited to the Society’s inner circle.”

A sudden, frigid wind swept through the lobby, and the temperature plummeted.

Behind Kasumi, the air warped and shimmered, manifesting the phantom image of a colossal, nine-tailed white fox with eyes like burning amethysts.

Rindou’ eyes widened as she lunged forward, realizing the danger, but she was too late.

A massive shockwave of spiritual energy erupted from Kasumi’s core, a violent burst of white light that slammed into Rindou and sent her skidding across the marble floor.

Smoke and pulverized stone filled the air, obscuring the view.

When the dust settled, Kasumi was no longer the girl she had been. Her black hair had bleached into a brilliant, snowy white that cascaded down her back.

A pair of pointed fox ears twitched atop her head, and nine long, luxurious tails swayed behind her, each tipped with a violet flame.

Her fingernails had sharpened into claws, and her presence felt ancient, predatory, and alien.

“What do you think? Am I beautiful?” Kasumi asked, her voice now layered with a haunting, multi-tonal echo.

She stepped through the rubble, her movement so fluid it looked like she was floating. “You are the first person I have ever shown this form to. Isn’t it… romantic?”

Rindou slowly rose to her feet, her blue eyes narrowing as she wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek, her face settling into a mask of terrifying calm. “Maybe for you. For me, it’s just another piece of trash that needs to be cleared from the streets.”

She took a deep breath, and as she did, the atmosphere changed. It wasn’t the wild, chaotic energy of Kasumi’s fox-fire, but it was a cold, absolute silence.

“You, a creature of the supernatural, have stepped across the line,” Rindou declared.

Her voice didn’t just carry through the room; it seemed to resonate within the very structure of the building.

“You have disrupted the order of the mundane world. I now declare: this is no longer a duel. This is an execution of justice to maintain the stability of the human world.”

In that instant, her Origin: The Order, fully awakened.

Until this moment, Rindou had been holding back, or rather, she couldn’t fight at full power, as her soul was bound by the laws of the very world she protected.

No matter how devastating the battle earlier, it was still a battle between two humans, so her Origin couldn’t be activated.

But Kasumi’s transformation had stripped away the “human” context of the fight.

By revealing her supernatural nature, Kasumi had labeled herself a “Disruption of Order” in the eyes of Rindou’s soul.

A massive, circular blue crest manifested on the floor beneath Rindou, glowing with a divine, geometric light.

This was her Domain, the manifestation of her Origin—the Field of Mandate.

Kasumi’s smile faltered.

She suddenly felt as if she were wading through mercury. The violet flames on her tails flickered and dimmed, and her knees buckled under a sudden, crushing weight.

“What… what is this?” Kasumi gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts. “My spirit energy… it’s being suffocated!”

Rindou stepped forward, her body now completely enveloped in a roaring, azure Ki that burned with the intensity of a blue star.

Every step she took left a glowing footprint on the shattered marble.

Her shinai hummed, the wood vibrating so fast it sounded like a choir of angels.

“It is time for judgement.”

In this field, Kasumi was the “Criminal.”

Her Karyoku was restricted, her speed halved, and her very will was being scrutinized by Rindou’s Origin.

Meanwhile, Rindou was the “Judge,” her strength and speed amplified to god-like proportions by the collective weight of the order she upheld.

“Horimiya Kasumi, accept your judgement,” Rindou said, her voice devoid of emotion.

She raised her glowing blade, the blue light reflecting in her eyes. “With this sword of mine….

“I will have Order.”