Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 181 - 46

Chapter 181: Chapter 46

“What do you need from me, Kirei?” Akane asked, her voice like a calm, still lake in the middle of a winter forest.

Despite the iron bars separating them and the frantic, animalistic rage radiating from her husband, she remained the picture of aristocratic composure.

She didn’t even stand up; she simply tilted her head, watching him with the clinical detachment of a scientist observing a failing specimen.

Kirei gripped the bars of the cage, his breathing heavy and erratic. “Do you want to go out? Do you want to leave this cage and return to your room?”

Akane paused, and for a fleeting second, the elegant, stoic mask she wore cracked, revealing a razor-sharp, mocking smile. “Is it perhaps because you couldn’t get Erina to return, so you wanted to use me as bait?”

Kirei remained silent, but the sound of his teeth grinding was audible in the cold basement air, and his fist clenched around the iron bars so hard his knuckles turned a ghostly white.

“I am correct, aren’t I?” she mused, her voice soft and melodic. “Forget it, Kirei. That child has always been very intelligent, far more so than you give her credit for. Even if I were to agree to your plans, she would immediately know that something was wrong the moment I spoke. Besides, do you truly think I will agree to assist you in this madness?”

“You will!” Kirei insisted, his voice rising to a fever pitch. “You were the one who always drilled it into her head that the family must always come first! If it’s you, if the request comes from your mouth, she will listen! You can understand me, can’t you, Akane? That’s why you aren’t truly angry at me for this. You know I’m doing all this for the family! So we can have a future! So the Kurosaki name doesn’t end in a gutter!”

Akane shook her head slowly, her purple eyes filled with a profound, weary sadness. “Kirei, family must always come first. Indeed, I was the one who taught Erina that mantra. And that is also the reason why I cannot bring myself to be truly angry at you, no matter how low you have fallen. I understand the weight of the name.”

“Then—!”

“But, Kirei,” she interrupted, her voice gaining a hard, steel-like edge. “Even in the dark, shark-infested waters of business and politics, there are lines that one must not cross. For at the end of the day, we are still humans, and that line is what separates us from the beasts and the devils. To sell one’s own blood into slavery… that is not ’saving’ a family. That is destroying the very soul of it.”

Kirei gritted his teeth. “What do you mean!? That I am wrong!? Is that what you’re saying!?”

Akane stared him straight in the eyes, her gaze unwavering. She didn’t answer his question, instead, she merely added, “I have taught Erina to always put the family interest first, but I have also taught her how to be human. If you wanted to use me as a puppet to bring her back, then just leave. I will not agree. My lack of anger is the absolute limit of my tolerance for you.”

“Bitch!” Kirei screamed, the frustration finally boiling over as he punched the iron cage with a resounding clang. “If you don’t do what I say, I will drag you out of here and let every homeless vagabond in the city take turns having fun with you! Do you hear me!?”

At that exact moment, the earring given to him by the Mister began to pulse with a faint, sickly violet light, and immediately, Akane’s eyes suddenly glazed over, turning blank and vacant for a heartbeat before they regained their clarity.

But this time, something was different. The fire of her resistance in her eyes had been snuffed out by an invisible, crushing weight.

“You… You really have fallen way too deep, Kirei,” she gritted her teeth, her mind screaming in internal rebellion, but her vocal cords betrayed her as the words began to flow out of her mouth like water through a broken dam. “Very… well. Just… just don’t humiliate me further. I will do it.”

Kirei’s eyes widened.

He knew his wife better than anyone, she was a woman of iron will, stubborn to a fault, and once she made a decision, not even the threat of death could move her.

He had actually expected her to spit in his face after his threat, or simply smile, shake her head, and ignore him.

So why?

Wait… The earring!

He realized then that it wasn’t his words that had broken her, it was the artifact given by mister! The artifact to reduce the resistance and will of women he threatened to zero!

“He… hehehe… Hahahaha! So this is power!” Kirei threw his head back, laughing at the ceiling. “Real power! Hahaha!”

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While the Kurosaki manor descended into the depths of depravity, the local supermarket was buzzing with the mundane activity of an evening.

The masked degenerate, the “ghost” that Taro had chased, was currently following a woman he had been “living” with for the past few days.

He moved through the aisles like a silent shadow, his presence erased by the black mask as he scanned for any other women that catches his eyes.

After all, he was starting to get bored of the woman. One can only enjoy a MILF’s body so much before you eventually grow tired and wanted something new.

Not to mention, with how much he had used her, he was pretty sure he had gotten her pregnant, and he doesn’t want to deal with the arguments that followed once the fact is known.

Just like before, he had gotten a middle aged woman pregnant, and she and her husband had an argument over dinner while he was doing their daughter on the table.

They were so noisy he couldn’t enjoy it nicely.

So now, he would usually leave once he knew that the woman he was using already has bread in the oven.

Just then, as he passed the vegetable section, his eyes suddenly widened, nearly bulging out of his head.

He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at a figure by the organic spinach.

Long white hair tied back neatly, a curvaceous body that radiated maturity, and those gentle, kind blue eyes, and motherly smile.

“That’s… Miss Yuko!?” he exclaimed. His voice was loud, but because of the mask, the shoppers around him didn’t even flinch.

Miss Yuko. The woman of his dreams, the former neighbor he had fantasized about every night for years.

He had been searching for her ever since he received the mask a month ago, and here she was, more beautiful than his memories could ever do justice.

“Ah, Yuko… Yuko… Yuko!”

The heat rushed to his groin instantly.

He could already imagine her pinned down, her gentle, oblivious face marred by his own evil fantasies; defiling the kind and gentle woman who probably wouldn’t even dare hit a fly.

He wanted her right here, right now… but no.

He wanted to have a reunion with her, he wanted her to recognize him, he wanted her to see his face, he wanted her to greet him with that gentle smile like she always does.

But if he used the mask, she wouldn’t even see him, he wouldn’t get the chance to talk to her.

He reached up and peeled off the mask, revealing a face covered in oily sheen and angry red pimples.

He then took a deep, shaky breath and began to walk toward her, staring at Yuko’s back which was facing him as she focused on choosing the best carrots.

As he neared her, his heart hammered against his ribs from nervousness and excitement as he stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling with anticipation, wanting to grab her shoulder and spin her around.

But when his hand was mere inches away from her skin, a hand like a hydraulic press clamped onto his wrist.

“AH!” He screamed in a high-pitched shriek of agony as his wrist was twisted with brutal efficiency as he was forced to his knees, his face slamming toward the floor. “Ow! Let go! Let go of me! It hurts! It hurts!”

Startled by the sudden scream, Yuko spun around, her eyes wide with shock as she saw Seijirou standing over a disheveled, oily-faced boy who was writhing in pain on the supermarket floor.

Seijirou didn’t look at Yuko. His eyes were cold, narrowed slits of ice as he stared down at the intruder.

“Seijirou-sama… that’s…” She wanted to say to let him go as he looked familiar to her, but she decided to remain silent.

After all, no matter what, she belongs to him, and speaking up for another man, especially a man her own master was hurting….feels like…it was cheating?

She couldn’t quite explain, so she decided to act like she didn’t see anything.

Seijirou increased the pressure on the boy’s wrist, the sound of grinding bone barely audible over the boy’s whimpering.

“You…” Seijirou’s voice was a low, terrifying growl. “Who the hell are you, and what were you trying to do to her?”

Yuko blinked. So she was related to this? Or rather, this boy tried to touch her? No matter Seijirou was mad.

She nodded to herself. That’s right, that’s a perfectly normal behaviour, right?

“Answer me!” Seijirou glared at him, the force on the boy’s wrist increasing.

At this moment, many people have already gathered to watch the commotion.