Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael, busy dealing with the drunken cat on his body, kicked open the door and squeezed into the room.

The interior decoration, unexpectedly, also had a rather feminine and elegant taste.

Finally, after stumbling and falling, they arrived at the bedroom. Samael breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled Fujimura Taiga, who was rubbing against him, off and tossed him onto the bed.

Because of the entanglement along the way, the strong smell of alcohol covered Samael completely.

Frustrated, the ancient snake unceremoniously requisitioned the bathroom and toiletries of Fujimura Taiga's family, along with his clothes, and gave them a thorough cleaning from the outside in. Only then did it use its magic to dry itself off and emerge from the bathroom satisfied.

"Samael?"

At that moment, Fujimura Taiga heard the noise, wobbled up from the bed, a hint of clarity seemed to flash in his eyes, and he grinned foolishly as he leaned closer and mumbled.

As Samael put on his dry coat, he rolled his eyes at his old friend, who had apparently drunk an unknown amount of alcohol.

"It's good that you're awake. Don't forget Miyu's enrollment procedures. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"no!"

However, just as Samael was about to leave, the half-drunk and half-awake Fujimura Taiga, as if stimulated, grabbed the ancient snake and turned around to pounce on Samael, knocking him onto the bed.

"Mmm, it smells so good...it's the scent I like."

road……"

Amidst the indistinct mumbling, a feline sniffed, its nostrils flaring, its eyes sparkling, and its fair, rosy cheeks adorned with a silly grin, as it slowly approached.

To be fair, putting aside her carefree personality, this former Mayan chief deity was quite beautiful, the kind of beauty that grows on you.

At this moment, the snake, pinned down and beneath the feline, was in a daze, and a vague, inexplicable... alluring feeling arose within it...

Three inches... two inches... one inch...

Her cherry-colored lips were delicate and luscious.

Her head hovered, the goddess, devoid of her usual boisterousness and harmonious aura, cradled her old friend's cheek, her gaze hazy, her chest trembling slightly, her lips moving as if she wanted to speak but hesitated several times, finally opening her mouth to pour out the long-suppressed feelings in her throat.

"Burp~~!"

In an instant, accompanied by a muffled hum like thunder, a stench, a mixture of the sourness of fermented food and the stench of alcohol, emanated from his stomach, traveled through his esophagus and throat, and was sprayed face-to-face into Samael's mouth and nose.

……

In an instant, Samael's face turned from red to green, from green to blue, and finally from blue to black. Veins bulged on his forehead, writhing under his skin like crazed earthworms. His taut facial muscles twitched violently, and his blood pressure spiked to the sky.

I...

After taking several deep breaths, the ancient snake suppressed its urge to slay the god, pushed away Fujimura Taiga who was pressing down on it, and rushed to the bathroom, where it washed itself three times over, inside and out.

He's not clean anymore...

After a cleansing experience that cleansed both body and soul, Samael returned to his bedroom and gazed wistfully at the bed.

At this moment, Fujimura Taiga, having just violated him, was lying on the bed like a dead pig, fast asleep, straddling a pillow, occasionally smacking his lips and making indistinct mutterings in his sleep.

"Wine...mmm...good wine...one more sip..."

Samael lowered his eyelids, expressionlessly tucked the reclining Fujimura Taiga into the quilt, and turned to leave without hesitation, without a trace of lingering affection.

After all, it's impossible for a person to have any thoughts about an idiot.

However, just as Gu She walked out the door with a heavy heart, a black Toyota sped up from a corner of the street.

A moment later, the car door opened, and four or five burly thugs dressed in black, with pompadours or buzz cuts, tattoos on their skin, surrounded Samael, their faces full of ill intent.

Meanwhile, the leader, a Mohican, pointed to the open car door while smoking a cigarette, signaling to someone.

"Kid, you're in trouble. Our boss wants to see you."

"OK……"

Looking at the scene before him, Samael couldn't help but laugh, extremely pleased.

That smile was so bright it was almost distorted.

Under the man's gaze, the group of tall and burly thugs suddenly felt a strange, bone-chilling coldness that shot from their tailbone to the top of their heads, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

"What are you waiting for? Take me to see your boss."

Samael grinned, revealing eight neat, white teeth, and readily climbed into the back seat, even urging him on enthusiastically.

"oh oh!"

At this moment, Mohican, who was already somewhat dazed, nodded subconsciously and quickly beckoned his underlings to get into the car.

With the addition of an extra person, the previously spacious black Toyota now felt somewhat cramped.

Four muscular men sat down around the central target, two in front and two behind.

But for some reason, despite their size advantage and the imposing scene, the four figures in the cramped carriage looked like four little rabbits surrounding a tiger—a comical and absurd sight.

The black Toyota gradually drove away from the city center and headed towards a Japanese-style vacation villa in the suburbs.

On the flat mountain path, several burly men dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses patrolled back and forth with their hands on their bulging waists.

In the dense forest on both sides, figures moved about, and tiny reflections flashed faintly.

Wow, they have guns. These gangsters are pretty professional.

As his gaze swept around, Samael grew increasingly satisfied and couldn't help but start wiggling his itchy finger bones.

Finally, the black Toyota, which had been under surveillance the entire time, slowly drove past the main gate and stopped in the courtyard.

"Kid, get down here!"

Seemingly because they had arrived at the base camp, the Mohican, who had been somewhat weak, straightened his back and his tone became more fierce.

Samael, sitting in the back seat, smiled slightly and obediently got out of the car.

In the empty courtyard, a large group of people were already waiting, their eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, gleaming with a fierce light, watching them intently.

"Hello, boss!"

After a moment, in the tense atmosphere, the hundred or so people dispersed to both sides like a tide, bowing down in unison to welcome them.

An elderly man dressed in a black kimono, holding a samurai sword, and with a vigorous spirit, waved his hand and slowly walked forward. He looked up at Samael and asked in a deep, rough voice, which had an air of authority without anger.

"Kid, you're the one who went into the house with my granddaughter?"

"granddaughter?"

Samael was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out to be the Fujimura Group, a local yakuza group in Fuyuki City.

He wondered why a group of thugs approached him as soon as he stepped out of the house.

It turns out they were family members of Fujimura Taiga.

Incidentally, Fujimura Taiga's social identity is that of the young lady of the Fujimura Group, a yakuza and large landowner group in Fuyuki City.

Before her eyes, presumably, was her devoted lover.

Fujimura Raiga, the grandfather of the Tōtōmura group.

Want to get ahead, huh?

As the ancient snake's thoughts raced, old and new grudges surged into its mind. It then glanced around at the muscular men who were eyeing it menacingly, and revealed a harmless smile, like a little white rabbit that had strayed into a tiger's den, and nodded happily.

"Yes, it's me! I also took a shower..."

Deep within those dark eyes, a strong sense of malice quietly flowed, and his interlaced fingers fidgeted with his itchy knuckles.

“Very good, young man…”

Upon receiving a positive answer, the yakuza boss, Fujimura Raika, trembled, took a deep breath, cast a sharp glance, and his aged hand shot out with lightning speed, gripping the man's arm tightly.

Here it comes! The test of the underworld!

Just as Samael was calculating how much effort he could put in to get some exercise and take revenge without losing face, the underworld boss in front of him suddenly bowed deeply and spoke solemnly.

"I'm entrusting the river to you from now on!"

"Hmm... Ah?!"

Samael stared blankly, dumbfounded, at the seemingly smug underworld boss who was waiting to make things difficult for him.

"After all these years, the young lady has finally brought a man home!"

"It's been a long time, the boss finally has a boyfriend!"

"Thank God, the Fujimura Group has hope for a successor!"

"She's 25 and still doesn't have a boyfriend. I'm starting to suspect she's going through early menopause."

"Anyway, we can finally get a good night's sleep and not be dragged out of bed to exercise anymore! How come being a gangster is more tiring than being a professional athlete?"

"What's this? I joined the gang because I was bad at studying, who knew I'd have to study after joining the organization?! From now on, I won't have to worry about failing English and having to practice extra!"

At that moment, a group of menacing Fujimura-gumi members around them erupted in cheers, some even weeping with excitement, as if sending away a plague goddess, eager to get rid of a certain energetic yakuza heiress who tormented them all day long.

"Say no more, it's on me tonight at the newly opened izakaya in Shinjuku!"

As the eldest son, Fujimura Raiga also had tears streaming down his face. With a wave of his hand, he booked the entire venue to greet the members. He also took Samael's hand affectionately, his eyes full of satisfaction, his wrinkled old face beaming like a brightly blooming chrysanthemum.

"Since your future son-in-law is here too, I'll introduce you to the people in our team..."

Samael, being dragged into the car on his way to the New Capital for a party, looked around.

A group of baboons, like animals just released from their cages in a zoo, opened a lathe and roared and howled in the wind, venting their long-accumulated grief and repression.

Pedestrians on the roadside thought that the Fujimura group was up to something big, or that they were going to attack people en masse, so they all gave way.

Samael, crammed into a narrow carriage by a group of social outcasts, wore a stiff, distorted smile as he stared at the overly excited group of mammalian apes nearby, and at the underworld boss in front of him who occasionally cast benevolent glances at him. His mind was in complete chaos.

This is totally wrong!

Chapter Fifteen: The Dual-Purpose Style Girl (4.5k)

Night falls in the Doll House.

A swaying figure, bathed in moonlight, came to the outside of the wall, habitually leaped over the window, and slipped into the corridor.

"who!"

But the moment the intruder landed, a crisp shout came from around the corner, and a sharp and beautiful blade of light drew an arc in the air, coldly blooming.

"Dang~!"

The dagger narrowly missed a few strands of hair before embedding itself in the wall. A raised finger lightly grasped the snow-white, crystal-clear bowl. Samael leaned closer, opened his hazy, drunken eyes, and looked the figure before him up and down. Some hazy memories gradually flooded his mind.

"Oh, so it's a style."

“You… sir… alright, you…”

A young girl, dressed in a beautiful kimono, her cascading black hair tied up with a delicate pink flower hairpin, hesitated briefly before finally choosing a title that was neither too respectful nor too subservient. She gazed at the drunken man before her, her brows slightly furrowed.

"...You never use the front door?"

"Hmm, your kimono looks beautiful today..."

However, the man before her gave an irrelevant answer. His hazy, drunken gaze fell on the woman's face, which was flushed with a smile as she looked at the kimono, which was made of cherry red and satin black and embroidered with brocade flowers. He was genuinely admiring her.

This sudden praise from the "father" startled Ryougi Shiki. After regaining her composure, she drew her wakizashi from the wall, sheathed it, and used this to calm her slightly fluctuating emotions before replying calmly.

"You flatter me..."

"She's also very beautiful."

But before Ryougi Shiki could finish speaking, her dark, deep eyes gazed at the face before her, which possessed both the striking features and heroic spirit of the West, and the delicate and beautiful skin of the East, filled with admiration.

However, that gaze was inexplicably burning and extremely aggressive.

The girl in the kimono took a slight step back, her body stiff and tense. Her fingers and palms unconsciously pressed on the hilt of her sword, her eyes wary. Even her usually fluent and authoritative speech was now somewhat stuttering.

"Why are you suddenly saying such strange things?"

"Huh? Did I say something wrong?"

Sama stroked his chin, looked up and thought seriously for a moment, then turned his puzzled gaze back to the kimono-clad beauty in front of him, his expression solemn and earnest.

"But it's really beautiful."

"..."

In the brief silence, their eyes met, and upon closer inspection, Ryougi Shiki vaguely realized that they were a pair of very beautiful eyes.

Crystal clear like a gemstone, refracting vibrant colors, yet beneath the shallow light, the dark pupils are deep and obscure, like an invisible black hole, attracting all light sources.