I’m the Villain, but My Boyfriend’s a Superhero! – Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Tenderness is the Most Tender Moral Kidnapping

“It’s over!”

Blood-red energy flowed through his arm, and a familiar aura gradually emanated from his body. It was at this moment that Noyoru Yokota realized something was wrong. He urgently wanted to suppress the further activation of his body’s ability, but it was already in vain.

Perhaps every young boy has the urge to show off in front of a girl they like, or even just a girl they care about. Even in front of ordinary girls, they prefer to display what they consider to be their masculine appeal.

However, such behavior usually just adds to their embarrassing past.

Although Noyoru Yokota was much more mature than his peers due to his personal experiences, this primal impulse and desire for expression towards the opposite sex, rooted in his bloodline, could not be concealed by a few experiences.

The young girl had significant difficulties in this area, and the point of her trouble was precisely that she was most skilled in this aspect as a Psychic. She could showcase her strengths in front of a girl she fancied. Even the most self-conscious and sensitive person wouldn’t give up such an opportunity, right?

Regarding the exposure of his abilities, Noyoru Yokota wasn’t particularly concerned. The school rules prohibited the casual exposure of one’s abilities. After all, every piece of information about one’s abilities revealed could be a sharp sword that might kill oneself on a future battlefield. As an excellent student about to graduate, Noyoru Yokota was well aware of the implications.

But in reality, even Professional Heroes, in addition to their secret trump cards, are not reluctant to share other things with those close to them. Otherwise, being constantly on guard against those around them for information that could be gathered would seem too ruthless.

As for Kazumi Shimizu, she could be considered a close person to him now, couldn’t she? Probably…

Lost in these random thoughts, Noyoru Yokota felt a pang of regret and anxiety as he looked at Kazumi Shimizu before him.

The young boy didn’t care about whether his abilities were exposed or not, but he cared about the girl’s attitude towards his abilities, or rather, her attitude towards him. Because in a sense, the reason he was unpopular at school was also due to his abilities that awakened during previous street fights.

The abilities that exuded a terrifying aura and a bloody scent caused even his fellow Psychics to develop a slight aversion towards him based on this first impression. Not to mention Kazumi Shimizu, who had never been in close contact with a Psychic.

In fact, over the years, he had encountered too many strange gazes due to his appearance and abilities. Noyoru Yokota had long stopped caring about others’ opinions.

But it was only for the girl before him, Noyoru Yokota, that he was unwilling and did not wish to see that familiar yet disgusting emotion in her jet-black eyes, even though it was the normal reaction a person should have in such a situation.

The red, bloody power flowed through the young boy’s arm. Even though it was immediately restrained after a momentary burst, that deadly aura had already been revealed. The girl’s dark eyes stared at his palm with a hint of surprise, and her body’s delayed reaction was just like everyone else who was frightened by his abilities for the first time.

Kazumi’s movements made Noyoru Yokota’s heart sink. The young boy thought that he, who was as strong as himself, would no longer feel this way, but the girl’s stunned appearance made him lower his head bit by bit.

“Indeed…”

“Wow, that’s amazing! Is this your ability, senpai?”

The familiar cold tone came from Noyoru Yokota’s ears, but the slight anticipation in her voice made the boy’s actions pause. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Kazumi opposite him.

The girl’s eyes were as deep and bright as ever, but her cold little face held an unexpectedly curious expression. Her small hands seemed eager to reach out yet hesitant, as if deeply etched into the young boy’s heart by a carving knife.

It was like a beam of light shining into the darkness…

“Hehehe, are you okay, Noyoru Yokota? Is it a side effect of your ability?”

The girl’s voice, waving her fair little hands in front of Noyoru Yokota’s eyes, pulled the young boy back from his daze. He quickly looked up and replied.

“Ah, no, no, I just got distracted for a moment.”

“Oh, did you not rest well yesterday? You seem to be zoning out often. How about we look at it next time? I remember that using your ability consumes a lot of energy.”

“No, no! I was just thinking about something else. This is definitely not a problem!!”

Hearing Kazumi’s concerned words, Noyoru Yokota quickly waved his hands, and even the red energy on his left hand intensified as he replied flusteredly.

After seeing his lively appearance, Kazumi nodded, then picked up the notebook placed beside her and began to write and draw seriously while observing his displayed state.

“Um… Kazumi, are you analyzing my ability?”

As he watched the girl scribbling away, Noyoru Yokota felt a strange feeling flash through his mind, and he couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes, since you’re going to teach me, I should contribute too, right? I’m in the top ten in ability analysis class at school. Maybe I can help you find some problems you haven’t noticed yourself.”

Kazumi looked up, casually twirling the pen in her right hand, and replied.

“……”

The girl’s answer made Noyoru Yokota’s mood become somewhat complicated. It was an ability that even he wouldn’t have liked, yet the girl was willing to help him analyze his ability without any disdain, or even a hint of dislike.

It was like the first time he met Kazumi Shimizu, when her eyes were cold and indifferent, yet devoid of any disgust.

“Here, although I’ve quickly determined your ability type based on the intelligence and convenience of entering theMuscle Agency, I’ve also written some analysis of my own.”

“A complex physical ability user definitely has great potential. As expected of someone who can enter Lord Sakura’s agency.”

“Based on the abilities you displayed, I’ve also written down a few questions regarding control and release. Please, great hero, enlighten me.”

A pure white homework paper was handed to Noyoru Yokota. The neatly arranged table contained the girl’s initial analysis and conjecture of his abilities in the most standard format. The beautiful handwriting was calming, and the entire sheet of paper seemed to carry the girl’s unique faint fragrance, permeating the small space.

Kazumi’s calm analytical words also drifted into Noyoru Yokota’s ears. The girl’s serious demeanor gave Noyoru Yokota a new feeling. He couldn’t help but clench his other hand, take a deep breath, and say.

“Shimizu.”

“Hmm?”

Noyoru Yokota’s words interrupted Kazumi’s preparations to ask further questions. She stopped the water-based pen in her hand and looked at the boy before her with a hint of confusion.

“You… aren’t you afraid?”

The young boy’s voice echoed in the small space in front of the convenience store’s counter, but unlike his usual confident and loud tone, this question seemed to carry a hint of cautious trembling.

“Afraid? Yes, as I wrote in the ability section, it can have a certain psychological deterrent effect with training, making it a very good composite ability.”

The girl’s off-topic answer made Noyoru Yokota’s trembling heart stop. Actually, he didn’t know why he asked this question. Perhaps it was because she was the first person who didn’t show any disdain upon seeing his appearance and abilities, or perhaps it was curiosity about her reaction.

But more than anything, he truly wanted to know the girl’s answer about him in his heart…

Looking seriously at Kazumi, Noyoru Yokota continued.

“No, I mean, aren’t you afraid of my abilities?”

The young boy voiced the question in his heart, word by word, like a condemned prisoner awaiting judgment, waiting for the girl’s final verdict.

“No, I’m not.”

“Why?”

Kazumi’s calm answer made Noyoru Yokota’s eyes widen in disbelief, and he instinctively asked the girl before him.

“Well… although I can feel the aura emanating from your abilities and that special chilling sensation, it feels different from the other hero teachers, as if I might get injured in the next second. But I don’t feel like you’ll hurt me at all.”

Kazumi placed the pen in her hand on the notebook, gently brushed her short hair away from her ear with her right hand, revealing her slightly sickly pale ear and side neck. Her face, turned forty-five degrees, held a perfectly gentle smile, her thin cherry lips parted slightly, and her cold tone was filled with earnest certainty.

Finally, she slowly turned her body. Her jet-black eyes at this moment seemed to be filled with warmth. Her cold features gradually melted, transforming into recognition with a hint of warmth. Looking at Noyoru Yokota before her, she spoke in a low and slow voice.

“Because I know you, senpai, are a particularly gentle person.”

(PS: I was swamped during the May Day holiday, had a gathering with college classmates, and then spent two days with my partner. I only became free this evening. My apartment lease is expiring in a few days, and I still need to find a place to live. The results of my previous exams haven’t come out yet and will likely be released after the May Day holiday. In short, I’ve been really busy with all sorts of things lately. And it happened that I reached this incredibly difficult section again, rewriting it several times and not being satisfied. It’s a headache. I want to finish this part quickly. It’s easier to write about genuine sweetness than fake romantic scenes!)

(Second PS: Trying to resume updates.)

I’m the Villain, but My Boyfriend’s a Superhero?!

I’m the Villain, but My Boyfriend’s a Superhero?!

身为反派的我居然有位英雄男友
Score 10
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Chinese
After I finally became a villain boss, I realized something terrifying. The No. 1 Hero, the so-called ‘Symbol of Peace,’ looks a little too much like my own boyfriend??! (P.S.: The tale of a girl steadily building her strength, one step at a time.)

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