Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious

Chapter 182: Chapter 47

The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tense scene.

The mask boy was still panting, his face pressed uncomfortably close to the polished floor as Seijirou’s grip remained steady.

“That’s… Yumanbi-kun?” Yuko blinked, her brow furrowing as she leaned in slightly to get a better look at the boy’s oily, pained face.

Finally, after a few moments, recognition finally sparked in her gentle blue eyes, and they brightened with a sudden warmth. “Ah, it is! I finally remembered.”

Seijirou didn’t relax his posture, instead, he frowned, his gaze shifting from the pathetic figure on the floor to the woman standing beside him. “You know this guy?”

Yuko nodded quickly, a soft, sympathetic smile playing on her lips. “He was the son of my neighbor before I moved in with you, Seijirou-sama. We saw each other quite often back then.”

Hearing Yuko’s confirmation, Seijirou let go of the boy’s wrist, but he didn’t do it gently; he released it with a flick of his hand as if he were discarding a piece of trash.

Yumanbi collapsed further into a heap, clutching his throbbing arm, tears almost threatening to fall from his eyes due to pain as Seijirou towered over him, his eyes like twin daggers, piercing through him.

“I don’t care if you’re Yuko’s neighbor or anyone else,” he said, his voice dropping into a register that made the air around them feel heavy and cold. “If you try to reach for her like that again, I won’t just hold you down, i’ll break your arms.”

Yumanbi nodded frantically, his head bobbing like a doll as he couldn’t even find his voice due to fear, with the lingering pressure from Seijirou’s hold making his entire arm feel numb and useless.

But inside, he was cursing.

’Bastard, bastard! Just you wait!’ Yumanbi screamed internally, his heart black with a sudden, searing hatred. ’I’ll make sure you suffer ten times the humiliation you gave me today! You have no idea who you’re dealing with!’

Seijirou turned his back on the boy, seemingly dismissing his existence entirely before he reached out and wrapped a possessive arm around Yuko’s waist, pulling her flush against his side.

“Let’s go. We’re done here.”

“Ah, alright,” Yuko nodded, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink at the public display of affection.

Although she felt flustered, she didn’t pull away, after all, things that should and shouldn’t be done had already been done by the two of them.

Compared to that, what’s a hand on her waist?

She just felt a bit flustered since the last time her ex-husband held her like this was during their wedding day.

But, before they walked off, Yuko turned back toward the kneeling boy one last time. “It’s nice to see you again, Yumanbi-kun. Say my regards to your parents, alright?”

With that, she let Seijirou guide her away toward the checkout counters.

Yumanbi remained on his knees, his teeth gritting so hard he thought they might shatter.

He glared at Seijirou’s retreating back, his eyes bloodshot with rage. ’You damn bastard! How dare you! How dare you do this to me!? How dare you put your hands on Miss Yuko right in front of me!?’

At this moment, the caution “Mister” had instilled in him was incinerated by his jealousy, and he had completely forgotten his earlier thoughts about not using the mask for the sake of wanting to meet Yuko.

Now, he just wanted to humiliate this arrogant man. He wanted to use the mask to sneak up on them and take Yuko right beside Seijirou, forcing him to witness her “betrayal” without even knowing who was responsible!

His hand dove into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the cold, dark fabric of the mask.

He was about to pull it out and vanish into the crowd—

But he stopped.

Seijirou suddenly halted in his tracks, with Yuko looking up to him, confused, asking him what’s wrong, but he didn’t answer.

Just then, he turned his head slowly, his cold, piercing gaze locking onto Yumanbi with terrifying precision.

At that moment, a physical chill ran down Yumanbi’s spine, a primal instinct screaming at him that he was being observed by something far beyond human—something ancient and monstrous.

It was as if Seijirou could see through his clothes, through his skin, and directly into the dark intent hiding in his pocket.

Yumanbi froze, his hand trembling as it stayed tucked away.

He couldn’t breathe, the pressure in the air felt like it was crushing his lungs.

But after what felt like an eternity, Yuko whispered something softly to Seijirou, placing a hand on his chest.

Seijirou finally took his eyes off Yumanbi, the oppressive weight lifting as he turned back to her and gave a short, curt nod.

They turned a corner into the next aisle and vanished from sight.

Yumanbi immediately gasped for air, his lungs burning as if he had just emerged from the crushing depths of the sea.

He was drenched in a cold sweat, his legs shaking so violently he could barely stand, while around him, he could hear the hushed whispers of other shoppers.

They were staring at him—the weird boy who had been tackled and was now gasping on the floor like a landed fish.

He gritted his teeth against the shame, scrambled to his feet, and ran blindly toward the exit, nearly knocking over a display of canned goods.

Meanwhile, Seijirou and Yuko were heading toward the checkout, their cart filled with the ingredients for dinner.

Seijirou kept his pace steady, but his mind was still on the encounter.

“What exactly was your relationship with that boy?” Seijirou asked, his voice casual but carrying an underlying edge of scrutiny. “He seemed to act like you were very close.”

Yuko smiled sadly, a look of pity crossing her face. “Yes, that boy was actually quite pitiful, Seijirou-sama. His father passed away when he was young, and his mother remarried quite quickly. But his stepfather… he completely neglected the boy. His step-siblings liked to pick on him constantly, and I heard he was bullied quite severely in school as well.”

Seijirou hummed a low, non-committal sound. He didn’t feel a shred of sympathy for the boy, after all, just one look at Yumanbi’s eyes— the way they darted around and even scanning Yuko’s body as if wanting to devour her —and Seijirou knew he wasn’t dealing with a victim.

He was dealing with a bottom-feeder who had finally found a way to bite back.

Besides, his situation wasn’t rare. There were countless students in the world who were bullied; if Seijirou sympathized with every one of them, he wouldn’t even be able to find time to sleep.

Not to mention, in his own world, he was often the primary cause of such “bullying” whenever someone stepped out of line.

No, not just step out of line, Kageyama Seijirou had always enjoyed bullying others, the feeling of power having gotten to his head.

Although, he haven’t got the chance to bully people now.

“So, I decided to care for him back then,” Yuko continued, her voice soft. “I wanted him to feel the familial love that he completely lacked at home. I used to give him snacks and listen to his troubles.”

“Hm. I think he wants something more than being part of a family,” Seijirou noted, his voice flat.

Yuko blinked, looking genuinely confused. “What do you mean, Seijirou-sama?”

“That boy looked like he wanted to pounce on you,” Seijirou said, his eyes meeting hers. “Don’t deny it, I know that look. That wasn’t the look of a lonely child, that was the look of a starving dog eyeing a steak.”

“Ah…” Yuko paused, before letting out a light, melodic chuckle as she tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear. “I guess I still have some charm left, huh? Even at my age.”

“No need to act surprised, you are a very beautiful woman, Yuko.” And he wasn’t lying.

Yuko was incredibly beautiful, possessing the mature motherly charm that many would find very enticing.

“My, you really know how to flatter a woman, Seijirou-sama” Yuko let out a sweet chuckle, “But don’t worry, Seijirou-sama. If you don’t like it, I won’t get near him again. The reason why I even talked to him was because it’s been awhile since we last saw each other, so I was a little excited.”

Truthfully, Yuko had long since gotten accustomed to such gazes.

She had been the target of unwanted attention since her high school days, and even after becoming a mother, it hadn’t stopped.

In fact, it seemed as though more and more men began giving her those “looks” the older she got—men who were drawn to her maternal air and curvaceous figure.

“Yeah, you do that,” Seijirou said, his tone final. “There is something weird with that boy. I don’t like him, I wanted to pummel him so bad he won’t even recognise himself.”

Yuko nodded, her smile returning, bright and unwavering.

She didn’t really mind the restriction. After all, she didn’t have any special feelings for Yumanbi; what she felt toward him was nothing more than a lingering, fading pity.

He was a shadow of her past that doesn’t really matter, and her present belonged entirely to the man walking beside her.