Chapter 380: So it turns out I’m the victim in this script.
Night, a high-end couple’s hotel near the commercial district.
The room, originally warm and full of romance, was now shrouded in a grotesque, distorted atmosphere. Sticky, disgusting flesh clung to everything around, and the contracting flesh walls seemed to breathe out wisps of intoxicating, fetid gas as if alive. Miscellaneous organs were scattered in every corner like decorations, painting a picture of utter chaos and a hellish tableau of extreme strangeness.
“Hoo— Truly disgusting.”
A tall, fair-skinned man stood by the bed. His impeccably clean appearance and gentle, warm demeanor seemed out of place in this world, exceptionally conspicuous and contrasting. Lying on the blood-soaked bed behind him was a human skin that, from a distance, still vaguely resembled a young girl.
Lighting the cigarette clamped between his lips, Kurokawa Iori reached out and pushed open the window. Gazing at the two entirely different worlds outside the window, his usually peaceful eyes were replaced by a deep-seated disgust and madness. He turned his head to look at the human skin of the young girl hanging by the bed and muttered to himself.
His slender hands directly tore open, sprouting countless intertwined flesh tentacles. They extended like arms, picking up the human skin from afar and drawing it back to him.
With his other hand, he finely stroked this artistic piece of clothing, admiring the expression of absolute terror on the face at that final moment. Kurokawa Iori felt a stir within him, almost wanting to laugh.
He was just used to it.
For Kurokawa Iori, it had been a very, very long time since he had played such an emotional “little game.” The reason was simple: no matter the identity, no matter the target, the outcome was always the same.
They would all go mad upon seeing their own bodies, and then naturally become his sustenance.
But he didn’t care. Compared to the doomed experiments he’d conducted in the past for the sake of so-called emotions, Kurokawa Iori’s goals this time were exceptionally clear.
Learning how to love.
Kurokawa Iori was well aware of his own situation. After searching for emotions for a long time with repeated failures, he no longer placed much importance on that aspect. After all, a monster should act like a monster, shouldn’t it?
He lived like a beast, unrestrainedly venting his emotions, his thoughts shifting without any warning, truly living like a monster, save for the core rationality he retained.
But things were different now. If there was someone who could understand him, someone who could accept him, Kurokawa Iori truly wanted to change.
For the sake of that girl who made him feel special, he was willing to try to find that feeling again, even if it was just a facade for him.
“Troublesome.”
Casually tossing the human skin in his hand onto a nearby chair like trash, a familiar hint of annoyance appeared on Kurokawa Iori’s face.
The original plan was quite reasonable: use this fool who had a so-called liking for his skin to recapture the feeling of emotion. After he was done with her, they could part ways naturally without affecting his original identity.
But the events of this night had profoundly unsettled Kurokawa Iori’s usually unperturbed monstrous heart.
The girl he cared about, her hand held by that man, walking together in the most intimate of poses. What stirred an unquenchable rage in his heart even more was the affectionate smile on the girl’s face, a smile he had never seen before.
It was as if he could see how shyly and yearningly the girl had been liberally expressing her love while they were together, and how lecherously that ugly, dirty man would be savoring that beautiful body that belonged only to him.
Just thinking about it was enough to make the usually calm Kurokawa Iori lose his composure in that moment, dragging along the tool person whose name he couldn’t even remember, as if in a fit of pique, into the couple’s hotel.
Humans are dirty, vulgar, disgusting creatures brimming with base desires.
In Kurokawa Iori’s opinion, all humans were like this, except for the girl who could acknowledge him.
The girl, blushing and half-reluctantly following him into the room, struck Kurokawa Iori as particularly disgusting. Smiling, he caressed the girl’s cheek, gently kissing her soft lips and touching her dirty sensory organs.
Then, amidst the heated, ambiguous atmosphere, he shed his clothes one by one as if enjoying a feast, until finally, even his human outer shell was completely shed.
In a sense, Kurokawa Iori did indeed enjoy a feast. This young body, dying under the intense impact of his own, seemed to taste quite a bit better than his usual sustenance.
However, Kurokawa Iori rarely did this, because each such “food” felt like a repetition of the fact that he was a monster, a truth he had long acknowledged but was unwilling to admit, echoing in his taste buds.
Looking at his skin, which was cracking due to his emotional agitation, in the mirror, Kurokawa Iori’s heart slowly calmed down. Wasn’t the situation actually that complicated?
That scum-like insect was just an ordinary person. All he needed to do was make a phone call to his subordinates and have them take care of it.
A tangled, crimson flesh pillar rose up. Kurokawa Iori pressed a few buttons, and a respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.
“Lord Kurokawa.”
“Mmm, find someone for me. Sato Shinichi, student of Class B-2 in the Regular Department of Shikoku Gakuin High School. Blond hair, not tall, a civilian.”
Holding the phone in his right hand, he rattled off the target’s information as if listing treasures, his mind replaying that soul-deep, disgusting smile and the gentle expression on the girl’s face as she stood beside him.
“Yes, Lord Kurokawa. Do you require further action?”
“And then…”
“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!! Kill him!!! Kill him!!!! Kill him!!!!!”
“As long as I kill him, Shimizu Kazumi will be mine!!”
After a moment of silence, a terrifying power erupted from Kurokawa Iori’s body. His original human-shaped outer skin shattered into powder, followed by the rupture of the internal specialized skin restraint suit, revealing countless terrifying bloody tentacles.
They thrashed wildly within the room like a natural disaster, wantonly destroying everything within sight. The poor telephone console had already been smashed to smithereens by a giant tentacle the moment Kurokawa Iori uttered his first word.
The chaotic tentacles expanded endlessly, as if trying to fill the entire bizarre, bloody space. Just then, a distinct sound interrupted the rampage of this flesh monster.
That terrifying, frenzied state seemed to be instantly purified. The tentacles covering the entire room retracted into his body. His mouth spat out a new human skin, and his entire body burrowed into it as if entering a pocket. The tentacle monster, which had been grotesquely horrifying a second ago, transformed back into that warm, gentle young man.
A dark flesh pillar rose again, but this time, a large computer screen was placed upon it. Reaching out, he pressed the answer button. Kurokawa Iori bowed his head respectfully, speaking to the profound darkness on the other end of the screen.
“Lord Kuromon.”
