Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 178 - 43

Chapter 178: Chapter 43

“Don’t worry, Kirei. I will avenge you.”

Mister simply bit the bullet and said those words. After all, the trust and worship of his circle is far more important and worth every risk.

Not to mention he also felt offended that the “gifts” he was about to receive was delayed because of the interference of a brat.

Just then, the elite members watched with glinting eyes as Mister heaved his massive frame out of the chair and waddled toward the kneeling Kirei.

He then reached down with a bloated, greasy hand and gently caressed Kirei’s shattered wrist.

The moment his skin made contact, a sickening, squelching sound filled the room.

Kirei gasped, his eyes bulging as he watched the skin knit together and the bones snap back into place in a grotesque display of rapid regeneration.

Within seconds, the pain was gone, and his wrist was healed!

Kirei stared at his hand in pure, wide-eyed fascination, flexing his fingers as if seeing them for the first time.

Around the table, the old men began to clap rhythmically, their voices rising in a cacophony of sycophantic praise.

“The messenger of God!” one cried out.

“The chosen one! Our savior!” another wheezed.

“Praise to mister!”

Caught in the fervor, Kirei pressed his forehead against the grimy floor, performing a frantic dogeza.

He bowed repeatedly, his forehead striking the wood with a rhythmic thud-thud-thud as Mister laughed, his massive belly jiggling like a mound of gelatin with every joyous breath.

“Hehehe, enough about that,” Mister chirped, his voice bubbling with a wet mirth as he reached into velvet-lined pocket and pulled out a small, glinting object. “Kirei, take this earring and wear it well.”

Kirei opened his trembling palm, and Mister dropped the jewelry into it.

Kirei brought it close to his eyes to inspect it, and at first glance, it was just a simple, unassuming silver stud and to any outsider, it would look like a cheap piece of costume jewelry picked up from a street stall.

But Kirei knew that someone as blessed as the Mister wouldn’t give out ordinary things.

“Mister… this is?”

“That is a Magical Earring,” Mister explained, his eyes narrowing into slits of fat. “It’s become very popular with our new recruits lately. To put it simply, this earring turns the Will and Resistance of any woman you threaten into absolute zero.”

Kirei’s brow furrowed, his mind struggling to process the implications. “I… I don’t quite understand, Mister.”

Mister leaned in, the stench of his breath washing over Kirei. “Basically, a normal girl would slap you or scream if you tried to force yourself on her. But with this earring active, you can threaten her, you can force her to your whims, and even though her mind might be screaming in rage, even though she might want to kill you with every fiber of her being, her body will be incapable of refusal. Her muscles will obey you, her voice will be silenced, and she will basically be a living doll.”

This was very popular because many people wanted a little resistance and enjoyed breaking those women.

Kirei’s heart hammered against his ribs, as the sheer, terrifying power of the object made his head swim. “T-This… such a precious item… Mister, I don’t think I am worthy of such a gift.”

“Nonsense!” Mister roared, throwing his arms wide. “You are part of my elite circle now! How could you not be worthy? Isn’t that right, gentlemen?”

He turned his distorted gaze toward the other members of the feast.

“Yes! That’s right!” the old men shouted in unison.

“Just take it, Kirei! We’ve all been through the same initiation!”

“You totally deserve it! Don’t be so modest!”

Mister turned back to Kirei, a chillingly “kind” smile on his lumpy face. “See? Everyone here agrees. You belong with us, so just accept it.”

“This… this… then I will humbly accept, Mister!” Kirei’s voice cracked with a mixture of fear and newfound, dark ambition.

He clutched the earring to his chest and began to kowtow once more, his forehead hitting the floor with a desperate fervor.

“Alright, enough of the theatrics. Why don’t you join us in this feast?” Mister said, patting Kirei’s shoulder before returning to his throne at the head of the table. “This pork is still quite fresh, and it would be a shame to let it go cold.”

Kirei nodded frantically, scrambled to his feet, and took an empty seat among the elite.

He looked at the meat on his plate—the same “sweet pork” from before—and felt a surge of predatory hunger.

Mister raised a crystal glass filled with dark, thick wine. “A toast! To our new friend gaining a newfound power! To the expansion of our circle! Cheers!”

“Cheers!” the room echoed, the sound of clinking glass masking the dark future Kirei was about to unleash.

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Taro walked alone down the long, narrow street, the setting sun bleeding a deep, bruised orange across the horizon.

His long shadow stretched out before him like a dark path, but his eyes were fixed on the translucent blue shimmer of the floating screen that only he could see.

[Hidden Quest: No Such Thing As Eternal Enemy]

[Description: You have learned another side of the world and are angry at your powerlessness. Swallow your pride and ask your greatest enemy for help.]

[Status: Complete]

[Reward: Ki Awakening]

The notification had popped up the moment he stepped out of the Student Council room earlier that afternoon, while he was still trembling from the weight of Seijirou’s gaze.

He had accepted the reward during his walk back to class, and the sensation had been transformative.

It wasn’t the same feeling as when his stat would increase, no, this time it was more of a physical rebirth.

A warm, surging current had rushed through his veins, flushing out the cold fear of the morning and filling him with a thrumming vitality he had never imagined possible.

The System had even chimed with a massive ten-point boost to both his Physique and Health stats.

But the stats were secondary to the feeling.

Taro stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, checking to make sure no one was watching before he held his palm open, focusing on that inner heat.

Suddenly, a pale, flickering blue light began to coat his skin, shimmering like a localized aurora.

“This is Ki…” he whispered, his eyes wide with wonder.

Although the aura was faint and flickered like a candle in a breeze, the raw potential behind it made him feel invincible.

He felt like he could run through walls or leap onto rooftops, and he even felt like he could finally, truly, stand on his own two feet.

As the blue light danced over his knuckles, his thoughts drifted back to the Student Council room.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Kageyama and President Kobayashi also possessed this power, no, it should be very certain now.

They hadn’t flinched when he described the invisible predator, and they had even discussed it as if they were already experts on the field.

’And didn’t Kageyama say that Rindou came from a family of guardians who protected the world from supernatural threats?’

Taro’s mind began to connect the dots, weaving a narrative that finally made sense of the school’s hierarchy.

’Was the Kageyama family the same?’ he wondered. ’Did they become so rich and influential because they were the secret guardians of the world? Did they earn their billions by saving humanity from the shadows?’

It all fit perfectly. Their wealth, their influence, their heir having knowledge about the supernatural… It all made perfect sense now!

But then, a sour thought crossed his mind. If they’re supposed to be heroes… why is Kageyama such an evil, overbearing asshole?

Taro frowned, kicking a stray pebble as he thought about it for a few seconds before simply chalking it up to the inevitability of lineage.

Every great family, no matter how noble their history, had to have at least one black sheep.

Seijirou was clearly the exception to the “heroic guardian” rule—a man born with the power of a saviour but the personality of a tyrant.

He shook his head, pushing the thought of Kageyama’s personality aside to focus back on the blue glow in his palm.

He began to experiment with the energy, willing it to condense as he thought of a certain pirate anime he used to watch, where the characters could harden their bodies by coating it with a certain power.

Earlier, behind the gym, he had tested this theory.

He had picked up a small, jagged rock and clenched his fist, and to his absolute delight, the stone hadn’t just cracked as he initially thought, but had instead been pulverized into a fine, grey powder that slipped through his fingers like sand.

Taro let out a sharp, triumphant laugh then as he felt a surge of genuine excitement bubbling in his chest.

He clenched his fist, the ki dissipating as he continued to walk.

“Just you wait,” he muttered, his eyes hardening.

With this power, he wouldn’t remain so powerless anymore.

Once he trained a bit more and mastered this Ki, he wouldn’t need to rely on Kageyama nor President’s help in dealing with those types of scumbags.

He would hunt them down himself, and he would start with that invisible molester by crushing his face into the same dust he had made of that rock.