Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 195 - 60
Chapter 195: Chapter 60
“P-Please! S-Spare us! We were forced to do this!”
The head chef’s voice was a high-pitched, warbling mess of terror, his hands slick with the blood of his victims as he raised them in a pathetic gesture of supplication.
Behind him, his assistants scrambled into the corner of the industrial kitchen, knocking over stainless steel bowls and trays of “meat”.
“T-That’s right! It was Mister! It was all Mister’s idea! He’s the one who gave the orders! We’re just employees! We were just following the recipes!”
Yukina didn’t hear them. Or rather, she heard them, and the sound of their excuses only fueled the burning hot inferno roaring in her chest.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as her Karyoku surged to its absolute peak.
Behind her, shimmering with a terrifying, celestial light, two massive, feathery wings materialized—the manifestation of her origin, “He, Who Wrestled With God”.
The divine pressure in the room became almost unbearable, the air crackling with the weight of her presence.
Her fists were clenched so tight that her own nails had pierced her palms, blood dripping onto the grimy floor.
Her Karyoku gave her a strength that bordered on the divine, and if she let her fist fly now, she wouldn’t just kill these men; she would reduce their very molecular structure to atoms, erasing them from existence.
She raised her fist, the light around her knuckles blinding, but just as she stepped forward to deliver the final blow, a hand reached out from the shadows and patted her shoulder.
The heat in the room seemed to stabilize.
Seeing someone stop Yukina, the chefs let out a collective sob of relief as they slumped against the walls, thinking they had just escaped a grisly death at the hands of a winged goddess.
“Suzune…” Yukina gasped, her voice ragged. “They… these people… they aren’t humans. They’ve lost the right to breathe. They deserve to die for what they’ve done here.”
“I know,” Suzune replied, her voice was terrifyingly calm—a flat, icy tone that sent a different kind of shiver down Yukina’s spine.
Suzune stepped past her, her red eyes reflecting the flickering fluorescent lights. “So, let me do it. Your light is too pure for this kind of filth.”
Suzune’s spirit energy flickered, turning from its usual warm glow into a dark, pulsing crimson.
From the palm of her hand, a blood-red barbed spear materialized. It hummed with a low, discordant frequency, the air around the blade warping as if the weapon itself were hungry.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she leveled the tip of the spear at the head chef’s heart.
“Hiiieeek!” The chef shrieked in fright, his eyes bulging as he tried to scramble away. “W-W—!”
He couldn’t even finish his plea as Suzune thrust the spear forward with surgical precision, the barbed tip punching through his chest and out his back.
A moment later, she pulled the weapon out with a wet, heavy sound.
Surprisingly, the chef didn’t fall. Instead, he remained suspended for a heartbeat as a disgusting, pitch-black abyss opened beneath his feet.
It was a jagged rift in the floor, and from its depths came the sound of ten thousand souls screaming in a synchronized, eternal agony.
From that gap, several rusted, obsidian chains with pointed hooks emerged like vipers and immediately they lashed out, stabbing through the chef’s physical body and—more importantly—stabbing through his soul.
“L-Let me go! I-I don’t want to die! Help! Help me! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” The chef’s soul, a translucent, shivering mirror of his body, wailed in terror as the chains began to drag him down into the lightless void.
The moment his spirit entered the gap, the souls already trapped within—those who had been searching for an exit—immediately swarmed him, their ghostly hands tearing at his essence.
His final scream was cut short as the rift snapped shut, leaving nothing behind but a lingering smell of ozone and sulfur.
Suzune turned her gaze toward Yukina, the red spear still humming in her hand. “To kill them quickly is a mercy they haven’t earned. Don’t worry, Yukina. They will not be able to enjoy their afterlife. They will be paying their debts for a very, very long time.”
Yukina gulped, her wings fluttering once before vanishing.
She had known Suzune for a long time, but she had never seen this side of her—a ruthless, judge-like coldness that didn’t even flinch at the act of execution.
“Now…” Suzune turned her gaze toward the remaining assistants.
They shrieked in renewed terror, falling over one another as they begged for their lives, their faces slick with snot and tears.
“P-Please …spare…spare us…”
“We…we will change… We will never do it again…”
“I bet… the people you killed and butchered also screamed like this, didn’t they?” Suzune asked, her voice a soft, melodic whisper. “Did you show them mercy? Did you listen to their pleas?”
Without another word, she stepped forward, the red spear flashing in the dim light.
Outside the kitchen, in the main hallway, the rest of the group had finally recollected themselves.
The shock was still there, but it had been hardened by a layer of cold, professional iron.
“Seijirou-sama,” Haruka’s voice crackled from the phone mounted on his chest, her tone was urgent. “The targets are consolidating at the top floor. You need to immediately head there, as all of them have already gathered in an office. Just leave someone behind to secure Erina and the other Kurosaki women in the underground parking lot. Based on the number of guards, I suggest Itoshi Emi.”
Seijirou turned toward the quiet, dark-eyed girl standing beside him. “Can you handle the rescue solo, Emi?”
Emi nodded once, her expression unreadable but her eyes burning with a dark intensity. “Leave them to me. I’ll make sure they get to the perimeter safely.”
Without another word, she bolted down the stairs, her movement a blur of speed as she headed for the basement.
Just then, Yukina and Suzune walked out of the kitchen.
Their faces were devoid of emotion, their eyes cold and focused, and the “light” was gone from their expressions, replaced by the grim determination of soldiers who had seen the worst of humanity and decided to erase it.
“Seijirou…” Suzune called out, her voice steady. “These people… they deserve a fate worse than death. We’ve ensured they get it.”
Seijirou stared at her for a long moment, then at Yukina, who gave a silent, grim nod of agreement.
He then turned his gaze toward Shou, Renji, and Sakai. “What about you three? Can you do it? We aren’t just fighting monsters today. We’re fighting people who look like us. Can you kill them?”
The three boys shared a look of grim determination as they thought of the room they had just seen—the chopping boards, the skins, the casual cruelty of the “kitchen.”
“Boss, you said it earlier, right?” Renji said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register as he cracked his fists, his eyes turning a fierce, bloodshot red. “Kill anything that doesn’t look human. Well, these people… they might look like us, but they aren’t human. Not anymore. Let’s just think of them as demons wearing human skin.”
Seijirou nodded, a dark, satisfied smirk touching his lips. “Good. Let’s go. According to Haruka, every single one of them have already gathered at the top, probably waiting for us to entertain them.”
Without hesitation, the group turned toward the main elevator and the service stairs, beginning their ascent through the building like a localized storm.
In the penthouse office of the “Mister,” the atmosphere was the polar opposite of the terror downstairs.
The room was a sprawling, opulent space filled with gold-leafed furniture, silk tapestries, and the heavy scent of expensive incense.
Mister entered the room, his massive frame swaying with a grotesque confidence.
Inside, the members of his Inner Circle—the elite of the city’s business and political worlds—were engaged in a scene of absolute, naked depravity.
They were surrounded by broken “dolls”, celebrating their invincibility.
Mister lumbered toward the head of the long rectangular table and sank into his reinforced chair. “Fellas! Sit down and join me! The appetizer has been served, and the main course is almost here!”
The members of the Circle slowly disentangled themselves from their activities and took their seats, their faces flushed with wine and lust.
Once the room quieted down, Mister offered them a wide, oily grin.
“Alright, first order of business,” he wheezed, wiping sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief. “We are currently being raided. But no need to worry, my friends. Based on the reports, they are just a bunch of self-righteous, over-emotional teenagers who stumbled upon our little playground.”
He chuckled, letting out a a wet, rattling sound. “Let us wait for them right here and let them see the power of our Circle. And then… we will use them as the main dish for our next feast. I’ve heard the meat of ’heroes’ is the sweetest of all.”
The men around the table laughed, a chorus of dark, entitled amusement echoing through the penthouse as they waited for the elevator doors to open.
