Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious

Chapter 162: Chapter 27

The Order.

Rindou’s Origin, it was a conceptual weight, a mandate from the world itself that designated her as the sentinel of human stability.

It was a power that remained dormant against the petty squabbles of mortals, but against this “monster”—this gluttonous disruption of natural law—it roared to life with the fury of a thousand suns.

“Creature of the dark, you have overstepped your bounds!” Rindou’s voice echoed, vibrating through the very atoms of the corridor.

She slammed the heel of her foot onto the tiles, and a brilliant blue shockwave rippled outward, establishing the Field of Mandate.

Within this shimmering azure dome, the laws of physics bowed to her will.

Rindou felt her strength surge as the divine law fortified her muscles, while the entity visibly recoiled, its oily mass sluggish and heavy as its power was stripped away by the conceptual suppression of her Origin.

The entity let out a gurgling sound—a wet, dissonant chorus of a hundred mouths that was so nauseatingly foul Rindou’s grip on her shinai tightened until the wood groaned.

She wanted this thing gone.

Immediately.

The monster retaliated, erupting into dozens of black, whip-like tentacles.

Each one was a nightmare, coated in blinking eyes and snapping mouths that hungered for her flesh.

Rindou didn’t retreat; she surged forward, she became a blur of blue light, weaving through the chaotic net of tentacles with the grace of a falling petal.

Her shinai moved in a precise arc, parrying strikes that would have shattered stone and severing the smaller appendages that dared to get too close.

In a heartbeat, she was in the entity’s personal space, and without hesitation, she raised her wooden blade for a vertical strike, intending to split the liquid mass in two.

But the creature was desperate. It condensed its mass into a single, reinforced tentacle that blocked her blow with a sound like a metal pipe hitting a car.

Rindou didn’t flinch, she just glared into the creature’s many eyes as a blinding blue Ki began to swirl around her shinai, compressing until the air around the wood began to sizzle and warp.

“Moon Fang!”

A violent blast of compressed Ki erupted from her weapon.

The slash carried such heat and intensity that it didn’t just cut, but completely vaporised the blocking tentacle almost instantly.

The slash of ki continued and detonated against the entity’s chest, sending it tumbling backward through the hallway.

Rindou executed a perfect backflip, creating distance as she landed in a low crouch, taking a deep, steadying breath.

Moon Fang, it was her signature destructive art—Ki gathered with such pressure that it could melt solid rock into slag.

As the smoke settled, she noticed the entity was already reforming its liquid body.

Even under the suppression of her Field of Mandate, this thing was resilient.

The creature shrieked, manifesting a dozen more tentacles simultaneously to attack, but Rindou met them with a flurry of her own.

She released a dozen smaller Ki slashes in the blink of an eye, neatly trimming the monster’s reach before darting back into the fray.

And, with speed that surpasses human eye, she unleashed a storm of strikes, her ki enhanced shinai moving too fast for the entity to track.

The entity gurgled in frustration, retreating down the hall as it failed to find an opening.

In desperation, it launched one final, massive batch of tentacles to ensnare her, but Rindou leaped high into the air, the blue light of her Field reflecting in her determined eyes.

Mid-air, she rotated her body, her shinai glowing with a solar brilliance. “Moon Fang!”

A massive, pressurized Ki slash in the shape of a glowing crescent moon tore through the hallway.

It completely incinerated the tentacles and slammed into the entity, causing it to let out another wet, agonizing gurgle as its surface began to boil.

Sensing the end, Rindou put every ounce of her strength into a final attack as she launched her shinai like a spear.

It hummed with power, piercing through the air and burying itself directly into one of the largest mouths on the entity’s head.

The monster spasmed in pain, but Rindou was already there, closing the gap in a flash as she grabbed the hilt of her embedded shinai, her gaze hard as ice.

“Moon Fang!” she roared one last time.

She ripped the blade downward in a titanic slash, and the compressed heat and pressure split the entity into two distinct halves.

The liquid mass couldn’t recover from the divine heat of the attack and the suppression of the Order; the two halves began to hiss and dissolve into the air, vanishing until not even a trace of the black miasma remained.

Rindou stood in the silence, her chest heaving as she deactivated her Origin.

She looked at the spot where the fat student had been, there was nothing left—no bone, no cloth, not a single trace.

He had been completely digested by the monster he had tried to master.

She let out a weary sigh; while she felt no sympathy for such a predator, it was still a loss of human life on her watch.

She turned her attention to the female student, the hypnosis had shattered along with the entity.

The girl blinked, her eyes clearing as she suddenly realized her state.

“Eh? Eeehhh!? Why am I stripping down!?” the girl shrieked, quickly crouching to hide herself, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

Rindou wiped the sweat from her brow and regained her stoic, presidential mask.

“Student,” she said, her voice once again cold and authoritative, “please be mindful of your behavior. This is an educational institution, not your private residence.”

“P-President!? W-What!? S-Sorry! I didn’t know what was happening either!” the girl stammered, frantically trying to button her uniform.

“No excuses,” Rindou replied, turning her back to give the girl some privacy while maintaining her dignity. “Now, fix your clothing and head to your next class immediately.”

“Y-Yes!”

Rindou looked out the hallway window toward the storage house, her thoughts drifting back to Seijirou.

She had done her duty, but the arrival of a “Sex Note” and a literal liquid demon of lust meant that there might be other beings in this school that were far more dangerous than she had realized.

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“Seijirou-kun?”

A soft voice called out to him.

Seijirou, who had been leaning against the dusty wooden frame of the storage house window, snapped his focus back to the present.

The lingering trace of Rindou’s blue Ki—which he had been sensing from across the campus—had finally dissipated, signaling that the “disturbance” in the school building had been handled.

He turned his head to find Rei watching him with a look of genuine concern, her textbook was half-closed, her pen poised mid-air. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring out that window for minutes. Is there a particularly interesting bird out there, or are you just malfunctioning?”

“Ah, yeah. I just got lost in thought,” Seijirou replied, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he leaned back into the shadows of the room, thinking to himself, ’Well, it seems like Rindou is okay. That Ki signature was intense, but it’s gone now.’

“SEIJI!”

The sudden shout came from Suzune, who bolted upright from her cross-legged position on the floor.

She had been staring at a page of Haruka’s “mystical” math notes for so long her eyes were beginning to cross. “Seiji, let’s go to your house this weekend! We’ll hold a massive study session! If I try to do this alone in my room, I’m going to end up talking to the walls!”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Yukina chimed in, tossing her pen onto her notebook with a look of pure joy at the prospect of an escape. “I’ll bring the drinks! And by drinks, I mean enough caffeine to keep a small elephant awake for forty-eight hours!”

“I’ll bring the snacks,” Emi added, her voice monotone but her eyes lighting up with a rare spark of passion. “I know a place that sells sugar-coated peanuts. It’s brain food. And I heard there’s a new movie in Nitflex, I wanted to watch that.”

Seijirou snorted in amusement, crossing his arms. “It’s a study session, right? Not a sleepover? I seem to recall ’failing’ being your primary concern ten minutes ago.”

“Of course it’s a study session!” Suzune grinned, her mischievous side taking over as she nudged him with her shoulder. “But once we’re done studying and our brains are fried, isn’t it only normal for a sleepover to follow? It’s the natural progression of things! It’s practically a law of physics!”

“A sleepover at Seijirou-sama’s house?” Erina chuckled faintly, closing her notebook with a graceful snap, her eyes twinkled with a competitive glint as she adjusted her hair. “My, my, I would certainly love to see it. I haven’t been there before, after all.”

Rei stiffened, before she crossed her arms and looked at Erina smugly. “I’ve already been there before you. I know where the spare towels are and which floorboard creaks in the hallway. As your senpai in all things Kageyama, you should respect etiquette and follow my orders.”

Erina didn’t miss a beat as she offered Rei a razor-sharp, honeyed smile. “Even married people get divorced, Rei-san. Being able to enter his house once doesn’t mean anything in the present. Proximity is not the same as… priority.”

“Grrr!” Rei gritted her teeth, her face turning a bright shade of indignant pink.

She couldn’t come up with a comeback yet, but once she do, this imp is gonna get it!

“Now, now,” Sakai whispered to Renji as they watched the sparks fly. “If the girls are fighting for sleeping arrangements, does that mean we get the couch or the floor?”

“The floor, definitely,” Renji muttered, glancing at Seijirou’s exasperated face. “If we’re lucky, maybe they’ll let us share a blanket. Damn, maybe the three of us would have to share the same beddings?”

“Yeah no, never.” Shou groaned, half-opening one eye from his nap. “If you guys are coming over to Seiji’s, stay on your own side of the room. I don’t want any ’accidental’ cuddling.”

Seijirou rubbed his temples, listening to the chaotic chatter fill the small storage house.

One minute they were crying over algebra, and the next they were planning a domestic invasion. “Fine, fine. Saturday at my place. But if a single person fails because they spent the night eating Emi’s snacks and watching movies instead of studying, I’m personally handing you over to Retsu for ’remedial’ training.”

The collective shiver that ran through the room at the mention of Retsu was the most “harmonious” thing that had happened all day.