Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious

Chapter 155: Chapter 20

“24th District Leader of the Bully Society, Matsuda Sosuke,” she said, her voice carrying an authority that made the Ki in the room go stagnant. “Your charade has gone on long enough. It is time to stop.”

Matsuda Sosuke stood amidst the wreckage of his auditorium, the shattered remains of his throne room, and did something he rarely did: he adjusted his glasses with a trembling hand that showed a trace of genuine tension.

After all, the arrival of the Church was not like the arrival of a rival gang; it was as if a force of nature had walked into the room to demand silence and obedience.

“Sister,” Sosuke said, his voice dropping into a tone of absolute, disciplined respect. “We have no intention of escalating this battle. It was the group of that fool you had just subdued that decided to interfere. We were merely… concluding our internal affairs.”

As a high-ranking executive of the Bully Society, Sosuke was privy to the hidden architecture of the world.

He knew that while the Society seemed like a monolithic, terrifying power to the teenagers and delinquents of the city, they were essentially just a big fish in an otherwise much larger pond.

Beyond the schoolyards and the street fights lay behemoths like the Holy Church—a terrifyingly powerful organization that acted as the world’s immune system, ruthlessly purging any supernatural conflict that threatened to leak into the mundane world.

Even the Sovereign of the Society, the absolute boss who commanded the allegiance of all twenty-four districts, was known to lower his head in a display of total submission when facing a high-ranking member of the Holy Church.

To defy them was to invite a divine erasure.

After all, not only are they powerful, but they are incredibly fanatics that wouldn’t hesitate to cause a genocide in the name of their god.

And if the rumors were true, the Holy Church can get a contract with Angels, the closest thing to a god, making them the only organisation in the world with capabilities to do so.

Yuria didn’t respond to Sosuke immediately, instead she stared at him for a long, silent moment, her eyes like cold marble, before slowly turning her gaze toward Seijirou.

Immediately, her brows furrowed in a deep, analytical scowl. Then, quite suddenly, her eyes widened, a flicker of profound recognition—and perhaps a trace of old fear—crossing her features.

“You, boy,” Yuria began, her voice losing some of its clinical detachment. “Are you… do you know Kageyama Hakari?”

Seijirou’s eyes narrowed, as the name hit him like a physical shock.

“She’s my mother,” he replied, his voice guarded. “Why?”

“Mother?” The nun’s breath hitched, a look of pure bewilderment passing over her face. “That woman… she actually married and had a child? Unbelievable. To think that ’that demon’ would settle for a domestic life…”

Seijirou blinked, his mind racing.

This nun knew his mother from her life before she was married?

More importantly, the way she spoke implied that the name “Kageyama” belonged to his mother’s bloodline, not his father’s.

He had always assumed his father was the source of the family name, but the nun’s words painted a different picture: his father had married into his mother’s family.

The “Kageyama” legacy was hers.

The nun observed Seijirou with a gaze that grew increasingly solemn and complex, as if she were looking at a living ghost.

She seemed to see shadows of a history Seijirou hadn’t even begun to uncover.

Finally, she shook her head, as if clearing away the cobwebs of the past.

“Very well,” she said, her voice returning to its iron-clad authority.

Seijirou wanted to ask, but decided to just directly ask his mother later.

“We will detain this boy,” she gestured to the unconscious Yoshiro, “and you young people should try your best to fix this school. We will handle the cover story. By tomorrow morning, the public will believe this was a structural failure caused by a freak gas explosion.”

Seijirou watched in silence as the nun turned away.

She and her companions began to walk toward the center of the stage, their figures shimmering and blurring into glowing golden motes of light before they vanished entirely, leaving only the scent of incense and the cold night air behind.

The “war” for Saint Shinomiya was over, but Seijirou felt a new, much larger mystery beginning to take root in his mind.

Just then, one by one, the elite fighters of the night’s brutal gauntlet emerged from the shadows.

Shou arrived first, his spirit energy still faintly humming; then Renji, supporting a skeletal Sakai who was frantically gnawing on a bucket of chicken wings as if his life depended on it.

Yukina and Emi followed, battered and scorched but standing tall, their eyes immediately finding Seijirou.

From the opposite wings, the remnants of the Eight Limbs appeared.

Rindou walked towards Yukina and Emi with a quiet dignity, while Kasumi trailed behind, her nine tails now tucked away but her gaze still lingering obsessively on the Student Council President.

The Eight Limbs stared in confusion at Kasumi, looking like a lost puppy following its owner, and decided to ignore her and looked at their wrecked sanctuary and then at their leader.

Sosuke pushed his glasses up his nose, the light from the exposed night sky reflecting off the lenses as he looked at the devastation, then at the gathered warriors.

“I believe this battle no longer has any meaning,” Sosuke said, his voice level and devoid of his previous coldness. “You have gotten your revenge, Kageyama. You have made yourself known as the undisputed King of the 24th District, and my school… well, it’s a monument to your arrival. Should we call a truce?”

Sosuke extended his hand across the ruins of the glass table.

Seijirou stared at the hand for a long beat. Although he didn’t get to personally beat Ayano, nor did he get to fight Sosuke, he was already satisfied with this outcome.

Finally, he reached out and gripped Sosuke’s hand in a firm, iron-clad shake.

And with that, the “War of the Saints” was officially over.

“Hey, I know a good place for hotpot right now,” Sakai piped up, his voice reedy from his skeletal state but his smile as wide as ever.

Everyone turned towards him.

He waved a chicken bone toward the group. “The owner stays open for ’special’ customers. Should we go? I’m about three minutes away from eating my own shoes.”

He grinned weakly.

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In a certain Park: 2:00 AM.

While the warriors of the 24th District were beginning to mend their broken bones over steaming broth, a different kind of struggle was unfolding in a quiet municipal park several miles away.

“Ninety-seven!”

“Ninety-eight!”

“Ninety-nine!”

“ONE HUNDRED!”

Tadano Taro collapsed onto the damp grass, his lungs burning and his triceps trembling with the fire of overexertion.

Clad in a sweat-soaked black hoodie and joggers, he lay gasping for air, staring up at the silhouettes of the trees against the moonlight.

This was a boy who, in all his life, has never tried doing more than ten push ups, yet tonight he had pushed through the impossible(for him) and did a hundred.

Just as his vision began to swim, a semi-transparent, blue floating screen shimmered into existence before his eyes, casting a digital glow over his flushed face.

[Daily Quest: 100 Push-Ups (Complete)]

[Reward: Physique +1, Health +1]

Taro let out a ragged, triumphant laugh as he felt a strange, tingling warmth spread through his muscles—the physical manifestation of his “stat points” being applied.

“Finally… done! System, please open my status page.”

[Dating Sim System]

Host: Tadano Taro

Sexual Partners: 0

Physique: 6

Health: 7

Intelligence: 8

Charisma: 3

Wealth: ¥3,241

Skills: None

“Hahaha, I’m really the chosen one!” Taro laughed, the sound echoing through the empty park.

The system had appeared to him a few days ago, but it had been stuck in a frustrating “Downloading Data” phase.

It had only successfully integrated with his consciousness earlier this afternoon, providing him with his very first “Physique” quest.

To Taro, this wasn’t just a quirk of fate; it was a divine correction.

He had spent his life in the shadow of the wealthy and the powerful—specifically Kageyama Seijirou, the man who had effortlessly claimed everything Taro had ever wanted.

But now? Now the playing field was being rewritten.

’A Dating Sim System,’ he thought, a predatory glint entering his eyes. ’I can level up my charisma. I can build a physique that makes Kageyama look like a stick figure. I can gain skills that no human should have.’

He could already imagine the transformation.

He saw himself walking through the school gates, no longer the “childhood friend” or the “average kid,” but a man of absolute, irresistible gravity.

He would be richer, more handsome, and more powerful than any delinquent “King.”

“This is the peak of high school romance!” he shouted to the stars, his heart full of a newfound, dangerous ambition.

Taro stood up, his body feeling lighter and stronger than ever before.

He didn’t know about the Church, the Rebels, or the secret history of the Kageyama name.

He only knew that for the first time in his life, he had the power to take what he wanted.