Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 196 - 61

Chapter 196: Chapter 61

In the cold, shadow-drenched underground parking lot, the Kurosaki women remained huddled together like a flock of terrified birds.

The air was thick with the scent of stale exhaust and the metallic tang of fear.

Surrounding them was a perimeter of guards, men with hollow eyes and cruel smiles, clutching batons and firearms with a casual, practiced malice.

“Boss… look at them. These are truly high-quality women,” one of the guards whispered, his eyes lingering on a young Kurosaki girl shivering near the center of the group as he licked his lips, his voice thick with a dark, suppressed hunger. “The Mister usually lets us have the leftovers, but surely a few of these wouldn’t be missed if we had a little fun first?”

The leader of the guard unit, a man with a jagged scar running down his jaw, the one kicked by Mister and ordered by Roriko, spun around and glared at the subordinate with such ferocity that the younger man recoiled.

“I called all of you here to guard these people, not to play with them,” the boss growled, his voice a low, lethal rasp. “Mister Roriko is expecting a full delivery. Do you want to become the next main course in the kitchen? Because that is exactly where you will end up if you touch the merchandise.”

The guard shivered, his face turning a sickly shade of gray. “N-No. Sorry, boss. I… I wasn’t thinking straight. The smell of them… it just got to me.”

“I know you aren’t thinking. That is why I am the one in charge,” the boss snapped. “So shut up and do your job. Eyes on the perimeter.”

Erina watched the exchange from her wheelchair, her breathing shallow but her mind incredibly sharp.

She wasn’t the fragile doll they thought she was; she was a Kurosaki, trained to be the best, to shoulder the expectations of her family.

The reason she was so silent and well behaved was becase she was simply waiting for the signal.

Her hands were cuffed behind her, but her fingers were curled around her smartphone, which she had managed to keep hidden in the folds of her skirt.

Thankfully, her father’s arrogance and Roriko’s overconfidence had prevented them from performing a proper search.

Finally, the device against her palm gave a short, sharp vibration, and with that, she knew that the signal had arrived.

Erina turned her head slightly, locking eyes with her mother.

Akane caught the look. In that instant, the mask of the silent, indifferent wife vanished as she offered a single, imperceptible nod.

Just then, the silence of the parking lot was pierced by a high-pitched whistle as a streak of shimmering, crystalline light—an arrow made of pure spirit energy—shot through the darkness.

It struck one of the guards directly in the chest, piercing his heart with surgical precision.

He didn’t even have time to gasp, and a beat later, his knees buckled and he dropped dead onto the concrete.

For two seconds, there was absolute silence as the guards stared at the cooling corpse of their comrade.

Then…

“KYAAAAAAAA!” a scream tore through the air.

And all hell broke lose.

In the center of the huddle, Akane’s heirloom ring began to glow with a fierce, violet light.

Then, with a sharp crack of splintering metal, she flexed her wrists, and the high-grade steel cuffs shattered as if they were made of glass.

She didn’t hesitate and surged forward with the grace of a hunting cat, her hand striking the throat of the nearest guard before he could even raise his weapon.

High above in the rafters, several more arrows of light flew in rapid succession.

They were silent and unerring, seeking out the hearts and throats of the men in black.

And before anyone realises it, everything had already ended.

The commotion lasted for exactly thirty seconds.

This wasn’t a fight; it was an execution.

By the time the echoes of the struggle died down, every guard lay dead on the oil-stained floor, none of them having been able to fire a single shot or mount a reaction.

Kurosaki Miwa, who had thrown herself over Erina to shield her during the chaos, stared at Akane with wide, disbelieving eyes.

She saw her sister-in-law standing amidst the bodies, her posture regal and her eyes glowing with a cold, ancient power. “You… Akane… What are…?”

Before she could finish her words, a shadow detached itself from the concrete pillars.

Itoshi Emi appeared as if she had phased through the walls, her dark eyes scanning the room for threats.

She held a bow made of shimmering Karyoku, which she allowed to dissipate into sparks.

“Thank you for the help,” Akane said, her voice calm as she stepped over a body to reach Erina.

Emi nodded shortly, her gaze softening only slightly as she looked at the huddle of women. “Is everyone okay? Any casualties?”

“Yes. No one was hurt,” Akane confirmed, her hands already working to free Erina from her restraints.

Emi nodded, her ears twitching as she sensed the vibrations of the building above. “Let’s go. We need to move toward the south exit. Seijirou and the others are at the top, and I believe this building will be burned to the ground very soon. It is no longer safe.”

Akane nodded, taking the handles of Erina’s wheelchair. “Lead the way.”

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At the same time, at the highest point of the structure.

Seijirou stood before the massive doors of the penthouse.

He took a deep, steadying breath, his Ki swirling within him like a cold, blue nebula as be looked back at his friends—Suzune, Yukina, Renji, and the others.

Their faces were grim, their eyes reflecting the horrors they had already witnessed on the lower floors.

“So this is it,” Seijirou said, his voice a low, heavy rumble. “What we will see in here is probably worse than what we saw back there in the kitchen. They are no longer hiding. Prepare yourselves.”

Everyone nodded in a silent, unified vow of steel.

Then, without further hesitation, Seijirou raised his leg and kicked the doors open, the heavy wood slammed against the interior walls with a sound like a cannon blast.

As they entered the room, their eyes immediately widened, and a collective wave of revulsion washed over the group.

The roo. was a sprawling, decadent theater of depravity.

All around the perimeter, girls of various ages, some who looked no older than middle-schoolers, were naked and defiled.

They were chained to gilded pillars, tortured and abused in ways that defied description.

Some of them had bulging bellies, forced to carry the seed of the monsters who held them captive.

Some were tied up upside down, hanging in the air with tubes connect from their anus to their mouth.

Their eyes were vacant, the light of humanity long since extinguished.

The entire room reeks of the scent of depravity that made them sick.

At the center of the room sat the long, rectangular banquet table where a group of middle-aged and elderly men, all completely naked and flushed with wine, were feasting.

Having just come from the “kitchen” downstairs, the Student Council had no doubt that the succulent meats being passed around were the remains of the girls who had stopped screaming.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our little heroes,” a voice wheezed.

At the head of the table sat a man who looked more like a mound of melting wax than a human being.

He clutched a bone in one greasy hand and a goblet in the other. “Greetings. I have a great many names in the scrolls of the Order, but for tonight, you may call me simply as Mister.”

“So it’s you…” Seijirou stepped forward, the floorboards groaning under the sheer weight of his aura as he stared at the gargantuan man with a loathing that transcended words. “You’re the leader of this devil’s den?”

“Devil’s den?” Mister laughed, his fat jiggling with a sickening, wet sound. “No, no, my boy. This is my paradise. A heaven on earth! Everyone here enjoys pleasures beyond their wildest imagination. We have transcended the boring, restrictive morals that binds us, allowing us to feel what it means to be a god on earth.”

Seijirou snorted, his gaze shifting to a man sitting near the foot of the table. “And you… Kurosaki Kirei. You have actually fallen so low as to become a cannibal. You offered your own family to a man who eats his guests.”

Kirei, who was mid-bite, froze as be dropped the meat onto his plate and stood up, his face twisted into a mask of frantic, sweating madness.

He glared at Seijirou with bloodshot eyes. “Isn’t it all because of you!? It’s all your fault! If you had just been obedient! If you had just slept with my daughter when I offered her, the family finances would have stabilized! I wouldn’t have needed to seek out the Mister! You pushed me to this, Kageyama!”

Mister’s brow furrowed, his pig-like eyes squinting at Seijirou as a memory surfaced through the haze of his depravity. “Wait… you… are you that Kageyama Heir? The one the informants mentioned was disrupting the local soul-harvest?”

“So what if I am?” Seijirou countered, his eyes beginning to glow with a faint, lethal blue light.

“Then, I simply cannot allow you to leave here alive,” Mister said, his voice losing its jovial tone and turning into a deep, supernatural growl as he signaled to the guards hidden in the shadows. “It would be very bad for my empire if the Kageyama family were to get officially involved in our affairs. Your name is too loud, boy.”

Seijirou snorted, and suddenly, his Ki flared up with the force of a detonating sun.

The sheer pressure of his energy caused the crystal chandeliers to shatter and the entire penthouse to shake as if hit by an earthquake.

“What a coincidence,” Seijirou said, his voice echoing like the judgment of a dark god. “I also find that I cannot allow people like you to continue to draw breath in my city.”