Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 150 - 15

Chapter 150: Chapter 15

The mahogany doors closed behind Seijirou and Suzune with a loud thud, and the heavy, velvet curtains of the auditorium immediately muffling the sounds of the violence raging in the halls outside.

Seijirou looked around, the whole place was dimly lit, and the air here was still—unnaturally so—and smelled of expensive wood polish and old leather.

As Seijirou walked down the center aisle, the clicking of his sneakers on the floor echoed with a rhythmic finality.

Suzune followed a step behind, her presence a silent, dark shadow that mirrored his own.

Seijirou’s eyes landed on the stage, where there, bathed in a single, cold spotlight, was Matsuda Sosuke.

On that stage, there are two high-backed, leather couches faced each other across a low glass coffee table.

Sosuke sat on one of them, with a straight-backed elegance that made him look less like a high school student and more like a young CEO overseeing a hostile takeover.

Seijirou hadn’t met the man, but he was sure that this is Matsuda Sosuke, as from that dangerous aura and the air of superiority that seems inherent on his bones.

Behind him stood Manabe Hari, her expression a mask of hardened stone, her posture straight, acting like a perfect secretary.

Seijirou didn’t hesitate as he stepped onto the stage, claimed the seat opposite Sosuke, and sprawled out.

He crossed his legs and draped his arms over the backrest, the very picture of a King who had just walked into his own living room.

Suzune followed after him, but she didn’t take a seat, instead, she stood behind him, her eyes observing Hari, who, in turn, was observing her.

“Would you like some tea?” Sosuke asked, his voice was calm, devoid of the screeching arrogance of Godai or the feral heat of Ryu.

Seijirou was actually a bit surprised at how civil this man is, as if they weren’t just in the middle of a school war.

“Green tea,” Seijirou replied, his eyes locked onto Sosuke’s.

Sosuke gave a subtle nod to Hari. “Please.”

Hari gave a shallow bow as she turned and walked down from the stage.

“Suzune, be a dear and help her,” Seijirou added, his tone conversational.

“Hm,” Suzune hummed and offered a shallow, graceful bow and followed Hari down the stage.

For a moment, the two leaders sat in silence, the only sound the distant, muffled thud of a wall collapsing somewhere in the West Wing.

“I have to admit,” Sosuke began, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs as he clasped his fingers together, his gaze calm and penetrating. “I didn’t expect your group to possess such… qualitative superiority. I can feel the spirit energy of my Eight Limbs flickering out one by one. You’ve brought monsters with you, Kageyama.”

Seijirou smiled, revealing a sharp, dangerous glint in his eyes. “You say that, but I haven’t seen the one I’m most looking forward to. Where’s Ayano? I’ve been saving a very specific kind of hell for him. Are you hiding him in the back?”

Sosuke’s brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “Hiding him? Ayano is currently in a private medical facility. He is paralyzed from the neck down, and the doctors are uncertain if he will ever walk again. I was under the impression that you were the one responsible for his condition.”

Seijirou blinked. “Paralyzed?”

He was about to ask for information when he paused, the image of Retsu—the terrifyingly powerful, sociopathic woman who had claimed him as her ’masterpiece’—flashed through his mind.

He clearly remembered telling her that he will be the one to take revenge himself, why is that woman so unreasonable?

A wry, slightly pained smile touched his lips. Now, with Ayano paralyzed, what would he do? He couldn’t just beat up a paralyzed person right?

Even the devil would probably feel bad if he did that!

“It seems a mutual acquaintance took care of that debt earlier than I expected,” Seijirou sighed, feeling exasperated.

Sosuke observed the shift in Seijirou’s demeanor before continuing. “Then I believe you already took your revenge? If so, I ask you to retreat and end it here. This war has gone on long enough, Kageyama. Ayano is paralyzed, my school is a ruin, my elites are defeated and injured, and your message has been sent; you are the king of 24th District now. So please retreat. There is no logical reason for this to continue even further.”

Seijirou leaned back, humming thoughtfully. “You’re right. Logically, I’ve won. I could walk out of here right now, and the 24th District would know who the real King is.”

Sosuke nodded. “Precisely. And I will give you my word: there will be no retaliation, we will accept this loss. After all, you are stronger; that is the law of our world. Besides, everything started because of us, and we have now paid the price.”

Seijirou remained silent. End this? He felt a bit unwilling. He spent an entire month training not for this anticlimactic end, not to mention his friends were probably also injured from fighting the Eight Limbs.

If he end it here, it feels like it isn’t worth all the trouble and pain they went through.

But still, Sosuke also has a point.

In the first place, Ayano started this, and the reason Seijirou wanted to start this war was to get his revenge, but with Ayano paralyzed, he already got his revenge.

Continuing this war, especially when the enemy had already offered peace and surrendered, seems a bit excessive…but he just feel so unwilling!

He hasn’t even fought once!

“….You seemed very eager to end this, Sosuke,” Seijirou noted, his eyes narrowing. “A man in your position doesn’t usually surrender his pride so quickly. So, what’s the catch? Why the rush to end everything despite knowing it could damage your reputation?”

Sosuke went quiet, his eyes drifting to the side, deep in thought. He was contemplating whether to tell him the truth, or just remain silent.

At that moment, Hari and Suzune finally returned.

Hari carried a silver tray with a steaming porcelain kettle and cups, while Suzune carried a platter of delicate snacks.

The two of them moved with a silent, eerie synchronization, placing the refreshments on the glass table before retreating to stand behind their respective man like a perfect right hand, or secretary.

Seijirou observed the steaming tea and pick up a cup, inhaling the scent before he took a sip of the tea.

It was perfect—bitter, hot, and seems to keep his mind clear.

He let out a long sigh as the warmth spread through his chest.

Sosuke followed suit, taking a measured sip before setting his cup down with a soft clink.

“Can you trust her?” Sosuke asked, nodding toward Suzune.

“With my life,” Seijirou said, without a heartbeat of hesitation.

Suzune smiled hearing that. There is nothing more joyful than the man you love saying he trusts you with his life.

She turned towards Hari, and puffed her chest out with pride.

Hari’s cheek twitch, and she looked away, feeling annoyed.

“…Very well.” Sosuke leaned back, his expression hardening. “I’m sure you’re aware of the Bully Society. The shadow government that manages the delinquent hierarchy across all twenty-four districts of this region.”

Seijirou nodded. “Hard to miss them.”

“The society assigned a leader to manage each district, and I am the designated District Leader for the 24th,” Sosuke explained.

Seijirou sighed, “Just get straight to the point.”

“… The Society is now facing a major crisis. A civil war has erupted at the highest levels and half of the District Leaders have broken away to form an entity they call the Rebel Council, and their goal isn’t just reform; it’s the total eradication of the old order.”

He looked Seijirou dead in the eye. “And I, as someone who remained loyal to the Society, is dealing with this very critical moment. The Rebel Council is watching for any sign of weakness, and if they see that the 24th District is fractured, if they see that my Eight Limbs are incapacitated, they will move in and attack. And they don’t play by the ’rules’ of delinquency, Kageyama. They are a scorched-earth organization.”

Sosuke gripped his teacup tightly. “If we don’t end this petty squabble now, both of our groups will be crushed by a force that makes my ’Eight Limbs’ look like choirboys. That’s why I need my men at full power, and I need this district stabilized before the Council decided to send their executioners.”

Seijirou stared at Sosuke, the weight of the information sinking in as he took a deep breath, setting his cup of tea on the table.

“So,” Seijirou said, a dark smirk playing on his lips. “You’re asking me to stop winning so you can go fight a real war?”

Sosuke didn’t blink. “I’m asking you to recognize that the enemy of my enemy is someone I cannot afford to kill tonight.”

“And what makes you think they will even attack me? What if they just decide to attack you and your group, who are a member of the Society.”

Sosuke observed Seijirou for a moment, and eventually, he stood up, as Seijirou raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“Indeed, there is no guarantee that they will attack you. So please, consider this as me begging you…” Sosuke lowered his head, bowing in a perfect 90 degree angle. “End this war, we cannot handle any more losses.”

Seijirou remained silent.

He really wasn’t expecting this situation. For the leader of his enemy to lower his head and beg him…

This is troublesome…. what should I do now?