Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 199 - 64

Chapter 199: Chapter 64

In the suffocating opulence of the penthouse office, the air thickened with the scent of aged wine and the copper tang of fresh blood.

Seijirou stood at the center of the room, his Ki flaring like a cold, blue nebula that made the very floorboards groan under the weight of his presence.

He stood like a predator who had finally cornered his prey, but Mister, lounging at the head of the banquet table, didn’t look like a man who was afraid.

Instead, he even smirked, his pig-like eyes glistening with a dark, wet mirth as he watched Seijirou prepare to fight.

“Your city? Boy, big words coming from a brar.” With a slow, deliberate motion, Mister raised his flabby hand and snapped his fingers.

The sound was sharp, like a bone breaking, and it immediately silenced the room.

Seijirou frowned and was about to take a step forward when he immediately noticed something from the corner of the room.

Not just Seijirou, but Suzune, Yukina and the others also noticed was amiss and turned their gazes.

Then, under the stunned and horrified eyes of Seijirou and the others, the girls who were being held captive around the room, those whose bellies were unnaturally bulging and distended, suddenly arched their backs.

“A-AAAAHHH!”

They let out synchronized, blood-curdling screams of agony as their bodies began to twitch and convulse uncontrollably with their stomachs moving around as if it was about to bursts.

Then, from their privates, several pitch-black, infant-like creatures began to crawl out.

They weren’t human, no, far from it, they were slick with an oily, dark residue, their small bodies covered in hundreds of lidless, blinking eyes and tiny, needle-toothed mouths.

The moment they hit the floor, they let out a soul-scratching scream—a high-pitched wail that vibrated in the marrow of everyone present.

“What do you think?” Mister asked, his voice a wheezing chuckle as he watched the gore unfold. “They are the Silent Wailers. My own little brood, nurtured by the despair of these fine vessels.”

“YOU ANIMAL!” Suzune shouted, her voice a jagged edge of pure, unadulterated fury.

Her eyes were bloodshot, the red light within them turning into a scorching orange flame.

“Wait, Suzune!”

She didn’t listen to whoever called her as she darted forward with the speed of a thunderbolt, her blood-red barbed spear leveled at Mister’s throat.

The air hissed as the weapon cut through the distance.

But Mister reacted with a speed that defied his gargantuan frame.

His right arm suddenly liquefied, transforming into a thick, black tentacle covered in wet, blinking eyes.

And instead of blocking the spear, he reached out, grabbed one of the girls who had just recently given ’birth’ nearby by the hair, and yanked her in front of him like a human shield.

Suzune’s eyes widened in shock, but her discipline held, and she managed to arrest her momentum inches from the girl’s chest, her boots skidding across the long rectangular table.

She stood atop the banquet spread, looking down at the monster with a trembling rage.

“You disgusting—” she began, but she didn’t get to finish her words.

Mister didn’t care for her insults, and with a grunt, he threw the completely unresponsive girl at Suzune.

To avoid crushing the victim, Suzune was forced to catch her, her spear dipping for a fraction of a second.

But that was the opening the Inner Circle had been waiting for as the naked, depraved men who had been feasting jumped from their seats, their greasy hands reaching out to grab Suzune’s legs, trying to pull her down into the wreckage of the feast.

“Fuck! Let go!”

Mister grinned, his tentacle arm coiling back for a lethal strike, but before he could launch it, a blur of blue light intercepted him.

“What!?” Mister’s eyes widened in shock.

Seijirou appeared in front of him as if he had teleported, his face a mask of absolute, icy lethality.

Then, without any delay, he delivered a thunderous uppercut, the impact sounding like a structural beam snapping as the force sent Mister’s massive body three meters into the air before he crashed back down onto the table, shattering the expensive porcelain and spilling wine like blood.

Mister groaned in pain, the wood of the table splintering under his weight.

Just then…

“Renji!” Suzune shouted, using the distraction to heave the girl she was holding toward the back of the room.

Renji moved with the instincts of a trained athlete, catching the girl before she hit the floor, and the moment he held her, he noticed her eyes—they were empty, hollowed out by a trauma so deep that the soul had simply departed.

He felt a surge of nausea, his teeth gritting so hard they ached.

Suzune, still pinned by the hands of the elite, didn’t hesitate as she swung her barbed spear in a low, sweeping arc, cutting through the wrists of the men who held her.

Blood sprayed across the white tablecloth and the gold-leafed walls as the elites fell back, clutching their stumps.

“AAAHHHH!”

“Bitch! You bitch! My hand!”

While the primary confrontation raged, Shou and Yukina noticed a new horror.

The Silent Wailers, those black, infant-like entities, had not moved toward the intruders, and instead, they had turned back toward the women who had just “birthed” them.

Then, they began to feast, their tiny mouths tearing at the flesh of the weakened victims.

“Shit!” Yukina reacted instantly.

She blurred across the room, her foot coming down with the weight of a divine hammer, crushing the head of one of the wailers into a spray of black liquid, with eyeballs splashing all around.

She gagged, feeling like she was about to puke but resisted it.

Shou moved in tandem, his movements precise and clinical as he delivered a snapping kick that sent another wailer flying across the room, where it burst against the wall like a rotten fruit.

“Renji, go and bring the girls into safety! We need to clear the room!” Yukina commanded, her spirit energy flickering for a moment as she crushed another wailer into a puddle of oily black liquid.

“Understood!” Renji barked, already gathering the survivors.

But before he could move two steps, the room underwent another grotesque transformation.

The members of the Inner Circle—the tycoons, the politicians, the “men of status”—began to scream.

Suzune’s brows furrowed as she watched their skin turned a deep, bruised black, with new eyes began to pop open across their chests and shoulders, and mouths opened in the palms of their hands, wailing in unison with the creatures on the floor.

“Wh-What is this!?” Kirei screamed.

He looked down at his own arms, seeing the black veins bulging and the skin beginning to slough off like wet paper.

“M-Mister! What is happening to us!?”

“Mister! Help us! We are changing! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

They crawled across the floor, their voices a cacophony of agony and confusion.

Mister, however, simply sat up amidst the wreckage of the table, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his oily lips.

He looked at his “loyal” followers with the bored contempt of a god looking at ants.

Suzune frowned, her spear humming with red energy and didn’t stop to listen to their pleas as she moved like a phantom, stabbing one of the transforming men through the skull, killing him instantly.

But to her horror, even after the man’s heart stopped and his brain was destroyed, the body continued to twitch and grow.

The black mass expanded, the eyes on his torso blinking even in death.

“What!?” Suzune’s eyes widened.

Seijirou also turned, his brow furrowed as he watched the corpses continue to mutate and the elites were becoming a wall of black, eyes-covered flesh.

“Hehehe! There is nothing you can do, little heroes!” Mister laughed, the sound bubbling in his throat as he stood up, his massive frame radiating a foul, ancient aura. “Those meats they have been eating so greedily? They were filled with the essence of the Void. The essence of a god! And with my command, their very DNA rebels and they will transform into my mindless vanguard and obey only me, in life or in death!”

“Then I’ll just have to get rid of the source,” Seijirou said, his voice a low, terrifying growl.

His hands glowed with a concentrated Ki as he lunged forward, his fist aimed at Mister’s heart.

But this time, the attack was caught as a massive, octopus-like tentacle, slick with oil and covered in chattering mouths, erupted from the shadows behind Mister and clamped onto Seijirou’s fist.

Seijirou raised his head, eyes narrowed seeing the floating behind the gargantuan man was a monstrous entity—a mass of oily black liquid with a thousand lidless eyes and a central maw that could swallow a man whole.

It was a manifestation of pure, concentrated malice.

“Hahaha! This is my Karyoku! What do you think, Kageyama Heir!?” Mister shouted, his voice echoing with a supernatural power.

“How annoying,” Seijirou muttered, his Ki intensifying as he struggled against the grip of the spirit.

Back near the center of the room, Suzune stood surrounded by the transforming elite.

She stared at the men who were once the most powerful figures in the city, now reduced to screaming piles of black meat.

“H-Help me!” one tycoon wailed, his face melting into his shoulder.

Another begged, “Help me! I own a coal mine! I have billions! I can make you a queen!”

“That’s right! We can give you everything! Just make the pain stop!”

Kirei, his transformation already reaching his waist, crawled toward Suzune’s boots, his fingers clawing at the floorboards.

“H-Help! H-Help me! I-I’m Erina’s father! I’m your friend’s father! You can’t let me turn into one of those things! Please!”

Suzune looked down at him, her face was a mask of absolute, frozen indifference, and always, she didn’t see a father, nor did she see a human.

She only saw the rot that had almost consumed him.

“You should have thought about your daughter before you sat at this table,” Suzune said, her voice cold as the grave.

She raised her spear, the red light reflecting in Kirei’s terrified, multiple eyes.