Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious

Chapter 171: Chapter 36

The young man stepped out of the shady building, the door creaking shut behind him as he breathed the fresh air.

He adjusted his collar, a lingering sense of satisfaction warming his chest as he thought of the “party” that mister held earlier for him.

During that party, Mister had given him some little girls that were recently kidnapped for him to play around him, which had greatly alleviate his stress.

He had even joined them for a meal, and surprisingly, he quite enjoyed the ’meat’ they prepared, even though they looked suspiciously like human body parts.

But mister said they were pigs who no longer has any uses, and rabbits who were too naughty and tried to escaped several times despite having already been warned.

He didn’t even know that mister kept animals, or why he has a hobby of shaping all his food like a human body parts, but who was he to question their hobbies?

He isn’t exactly normal either.

After he was done with the dinner, he bid farewell to mister and walked out of his office, the terror he had felt earlier—the heart-stopping shock of being seen by that boy in the street—had already begun to fade into the back of his mind, replaced by a restless, gnawing hunger.

So when he arrived at the ground floor lobby and saw the delinquents were still playing around with that idol, he decided to join in and had a few rounds before he was completely satisfied.

Honestly, that idol was now completely loose from all the things that were done to her.

They literally have to choke or electrify her just so she can tighten up once again.

And as he walked out of the building feeling satisfied, he was already starting to look for his next target, though he knew he had to be much more careful from now on.

Mister had been very clear about the risks, and he had warned him that because of the unique nature of their power, greedy and overbearing organizations like the Grand Order and the Holy Church were constantly on the prowl.

They wanted to hunt down people like him and strip them of their gifts and magical items, wanting to monopolize the supernatural for themselves.

He couldn’t help but feel a surge of righteous anger toward those evil organizations.

To him, they were nothing more than tyrants wanting to take away the freedom of ordinary people—people like him, who only wanted to be ’loved’ and to experience life to the fullest!

But… no matter how much his blood boiled with indignation, he knew he was powerless against such giants.

Even the Mister had advised him to lay low for a while and avoid public places, warning him that if he became too frequent a ghost, the hunters would eventually find the trail and hunt him down like an animal.

The advice was sound, but his urge to hunt women was even stronger.

’Maybe just one couldn’t hurt? I’ll just stay in their house and not leave until everything settled down.’

With that thought, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the black facemask.

And just like earlier, the moment he slipped it over his nose and mouth, the world seemed to dull.

His presence vanished, and he became a void in the sensory perception of the city.

At this moment, with his fear completely forgotten, he began to prowl the streets once more, his eyes scanning the crowd for a specific kind of beauty.

After walking for nearly twenty minutes, he finally spotted a target that made his pulse quicken.

It was a beautiful middle-aged woman who was carrying a heavy plastic bag filled with groceries, humming a light tune to herself as she walked, a serene and gentle smile gracing her features.

Seeing her, his mind immediately flashed back to his former neighbors—a mother and daughter pair who had haunted his dreams for years.

He remembered how he had beat his meat almost every single night, eyes squeezed shut as he imagined the mother inviting him into their home while her husband and daughter were away.

He had even spiraled into darker fantasies where the daughter would return early and join in, the two of them competing for his attention.

When he had first received the mask, they were the very first people he had searched for, and he had been devastated to find out that they had already moved out, leaving no forwarding address.

He had spent hours staring at their empty apartment, sighing in profound regret.

“Ah, Yuko-san… I really miss you,” he whispered into the fabric of his mask, his voice muffled and unheard by the passersby. “Don’t worry. I will find you eventually. And when I do, we can be together forever. No one will ever come between us again.”

He shook his head to clear the memories and turned his predatory gaze back to the woman in front of him.

She was perfect—a temporary substitute for the void Yuko had left in his life.

And so, without a sound, he began to follow her, his footsteps matching hers, like a ghost unseen by any eyes.

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Taro was walking back towards his house, his footsteps heavy and uneven, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of frustration as the image of the girl’s confused, tearful face and the smug, oily presence of the masked youth replayed in his head like a broken film strip.

He was angry—furious at himself for letting that man leave as the weight of his own failure felt like a physical burden on his shoulders.

Who knew how many more innocent people that predator could harm if he wasn’t stopped?

Every second that passed was another second that the masked bastard could be out there, lurking in the blind spots of reality, preying on the unsuspecting.

That man needed to be found and punished. With how effortlessly he was doing those things earlier, it shows that it’s definitely not the first time he had done those.

He definitely deserves a death sentence!

But… how was he supposed to find that man?

Taro stopped at a crosswalk, staring at the red light.

This situation was truly a wall he couldn’t climb, after all he didn’t even know if that person was a student at their school, or if he was some NEET staying in his parents’ basement, or worse—if he was using that mask to live like a parasite inside someone else’s house, unnoticed and unchecked.

The possibilities were endless and terrifying.

With zero information about that guy, and with no manpower aside from himself, how was he supposed to start looking?

Just walk around the city and pray he stumble upon that guy again?

Damn it! It was because he totally forgot to use the observe function of the system! Maybe then he would’ve at least gotten a name!

“I need help to find that guy… but who?”

Taro paused, his gaze drifting to the distant skyline where the luxury high-rises dominated the view.

And at that moment, his mind immediately went to that delinquent, Kageyama Seijirou.

“Ah, as expected… Only he can do it, right?” He shook his head helplessly.

Although he loathes to admit it—even to himself in the privacy of his own thoughts—Taro had always regarded Seijirou as the pinnacle of what a man should be.

He was everything Taro wasn’t: strong, smart, and incredibly rich, so for Taro, Seijirou wasn’t just a rival, he was the yardstick by which all success was measured.

That’s why, whenever Taro gained even a tiny bit of strength or a single stat point from the System, he would always instinctively compare himself to Seijirou, because in the deep, hidden layers of his subconscious, he had made that man his ultimate goal.

’With Kageyama’s family resources… perhaps finding someone wouldn’t be difficult,’ he thought.

“The Kageyama name held weight and could surely pull a few strings to allow us access to surveillance that pretty much covered the entire streets of the city… that family connection is something I couldn’t even dream of. But… would he even believe me?’

Taro asked himself the question, and his heart sank.

If he walked up to the most popular and feared guy in school and claimed he saw a man who could erase his presence just by wearing a mask, people would surely call him crazy.

They would laugh at him, they would mock him, and they would think he had finally snapped under the pressure of being a “mob.”

He hesitated…

But then the image of the masked man’s hand reaching out for that girl flashed in his mind again as Taro immediately felt a surge of heat in his chest….it was anger.

Anger to himself for hesitating.

He couldn’t help but grit his teeth so hard his jaw ached.

“Damn it! I’ll try!” he whispered to the empty street. “If they don’t believe me, then they’d probably just call me crazy and mock me! It’s nothing new!”

Taro was used to being looked down on, he was a veteran of being mocked and ignored, so being looked at like he was insane will just be another Tuesday for him.

If that was the price for stopping a monster, it was a price he was willing to pay.

At this moment, he swore a silent, solemn oath.

“On Monday, the moment I stepped onto the school grounds, I woll find Kageyama and tell him everything I saw.”