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Villain Simulator-Chapter 152: I will rip you clothes if not rape you for real, Adrian!
Like a volcano about to explode and the quiet before a storm, Rosalie was silent, suppressing her rage as she led Adrian out behind the Magic Sword faculty.
Once they reached a secluded spot behind the building—a place where delinquent girls sneak off to puff on cigarettes—Rosalie tore off her mask of hypocrisy and stopped suppressing her rage.
"Rosalie! We are here at your place. So speak up now. What do you know about my parents and Nancy’s deaths?!"
Adrian demanded in a loud voice, full of fury and urgency.
But instead of a clarification or even a mockery that he had expected from Rosalie, what he got was a fist flying straight at his face.
Caught off guard, Adrian stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding the blow. He never expected Rosalie to attack him like this.
"You bitch—"
He began to curse, but before he could finish, Rosalie lunged at him like a whirlwind.
Taking advantage of his misbalance, she grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the building’s wall, her hand slamming into the surface inches from his head with a resounding thud.
Thud!
She had him pinned.
If those romance lovers had witnessed this scene, they’d scream "Kabe-Don!" But this wasn’t a lovey-dovey moment.
Rosalie clutched Adrian’s collar tighter, her grip more iron-fisted than affectionate. Adrian instinctively reached for her arm, but gave up halfway through. It seemed like he was afraid that trying to pull away would tear his shirt apart.
In this society where women dominate, a man walking around the academy campus without a shirt was similar to a girl running around naked on Earth in school.
It’d be a one-way ticket to social suicide and the obliteration of a boy’s reputation.
Noticing his hand stop midway, surprise flashed for an instant in Rosalie’s purple eyes, before she quickly hid it and replaced it with a burning rage.
"Spill it, Adrian... You’re the one who tampered with the Magic Formulas on the ball, weren’t you?"
"..."
"Don’t play dumb! I know it was you, you filthy mutt… I just wanna know why. Why come after me? What’s the grudge? Ain’t your problem with Alex?"
Rosalie wanted to know why he was targeting her.
She knew that it was her family who killed his childhood friend and family, but she also knew that he, as an orphan, had no way of digging out that truth.
So why was he hellbent on creating trouble for her?
She wanted to know!
But Adrian, having regained his composure this time, smirked and responded with a mockingly playful tone instead of giving a direct answer.
"Well, well, Rosalie, feeling a bit desperate after failing to surpass me in the monthly test?"
Yes, it was this smirk and this arrogant tone of his that Rosalie despised so deeply.
No, actually, it wasn’t just his smirk and voice; she despised and loathed his whole being as a person. He was the one responsible for all her losses.
Moreover, his attitude only fueled her rage further, but she suppressed it with her superhuman willpower, as he added.
"Anyway, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just tell me who killed my parents and Nancy?!"
"Do you think I would tell you after everything?"
"In that case, we have nothing left to discuss. Let go of my shirt; I have lunch to attend to. Move."
"What if I don’t? Are you gonna fight? Do you think I can’t beat you?"
"No, I won’t resort to violence. Not yet."
"Not yet? Listen, Adrian! I’m not in the mood for your games. Don’t waste my time. It won’t end well for you. I’m not Alex, whom you can dance around your fingers."
"Oh my god, I’m trembling in fear..." Adrian exaggeratedly pretended to be frightened before swiftly shifting to a look of disdain directed at Rosalie.
"Now, scram, bitch, before I make a scene and call everyone. And oh, I won’t forget to mention how you tried to pull a revenge rape stunt after you couldn’t handle losing."
Upon hearing that threat, Rosalie’s eyes cooled down. Inexplicable disgust and hostility welled up in her heart. It was the first time in her life that someone other than her own father had dared to threaten her so explicitly.
Anger welled up in her chest, and for an instant, she felt as if she had lost all sense of reason.
Removing her hand from his collar, she grabbed Adrian’s face, squeezing his cheeks as she drew her face closer to his.
Their faces were so close together that they could feel each other’s breaths.
Rosalie had never been this close to a man in her life, but for the moment, her rage overcame her disgust.
"Then scream. Scream as loud as you can. But remember that before anyone comes, I will rip you clothes if not rape you for real…" Her words dripped with malice. "So scream… Let everyone hear you!"
"..."
Her direct threat caught Adrian off guard and briefly perplexed him. Then, as he regained his composure, his mouth moved as if to scream, but then he fell silent again.
He hesitated.
Rosalie noticed this hesitation almost immediately, and a spark of understanding flickered in her eyes, followed by a sinister smile playing across her lips as she spoke.
"Do you think the academy will always shield you?"
This time, her tone softened yet retained its razor-sharpness.
"You’re naive, Adrian! How long do you plan to stay holed up in here anyway?"
Releasing his face, she grabbed his collar again, applying pressure and twisting it as if to tear it off.
"1 year, 2 years, 10 years? You know, even if you stay here for your whole life, there are plenty of things that can happen to you, even within the academy. Your closest friend might turn on you when you least expect it. Speaking of which, isn’t Veena cozying up to you these days? Good luck with her, hehe."
At the mention of Veena, Adrian’s rage boiled over, and he shouted, "Why do you even care?! After all the crap you’ve been spouting?"
Rosalie’s hand halted abruptly. She lifted her head, a small smile playing on her lips.
One hand pressed against the wall, the other gripping his face again as she glared at him, turning his gaze to meet hers before speaking as if genuinely concerned.
"Do you even realize I’m looking out for you here? In this world, it’s dangerous for a lone man to make enemies, especially someone as handsome and talented as you, with no background to protect you. There are plenty of crazy women out there. Some of them even have the power and means to snatch you up from even within the academy, devour you, and lock you away in some basement, where you’d be abused to a lifetime of rape. You’d become nothing more than a living meat toilet—a living vessel for their depravity."
Upon hearing those threatening words, a subtle sense of dread enveloped Adrian. The thought caused his body to shudder slightly—a subtle reaction that many would have missed, but not Rosalie, who stood so close to him.
Her smile widened at the sight, and she lightly stroked his cheeks, speaking.
"So I advise you. Don’t you dare stand in my way."
"Y-you!"
Feeling Rosalie’s open sexual harassment, Adrian gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, consumed by fury.
Hatred burned in his eyes. It was pure malice—a hatred so intense as if wanting to incinerate its target on the spot.
But instead of being alarmed, Rosalie was surprised by this development.
’My charm is not working?’
Rosalie’s charm, which she got alongside her talent after sacrificing countless women in her childhood and one that without exception could charm any man, failed to work on Adrian.
It was the same in the class, and it was the same today.
Earlier, she thought it was because of his high mental strength, but she was wrong.
No matter how long or close she stayed to him, her charm didn’t work on him.
’Is he secretly a girl dressed up as a boy?’
Rosalie thought.
There was certainly that possibility. But then she shook her head, denying it completely.
Even if he had tried to hide it, his birth certificate and hospital records couldn’t be faked—he couldn’t hide it in front of Cypras. Furthermore, his response to the rape threat was too genuine to be an act.
’Then why?!’
Rosalie felt a mixture of relief and frustration.
For the first time, she cursed her cursed physique for its failure.
Of course, her physique wasn’t truly cursed. For most girls in this world, it was a precious blessing, one they might not attain even after seven lifetimes of effort.
But for Rosalie, it was nothing short of a vile curse—a mark of her father’s ambitions, something she loathed with every fiber of her being.
Moreover, this physique drew in the very people she despised the most.
Men!
Especially those like Adrian—manipulative, deceitful, and scheming men who toyed with other people for their own gain.
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"I hate you!"
"I hate you too. I loathe you! Rosalie Cypra! How far can you, Elites, sink? You’ve provided me with yet another eye-opening revelation today. You all act around like you’re superior beings, but in reality, you’re nothing but garbage—worse than the scum and filth on the streets. Listen, Rosalie Cypra!"
Each word and each letter dripped with sincerity as he whispered them to her.
"Shut your mouth and get your hands off my face. Before I rip your mouth and tear apart your hands."
Rosalie’s expression froze terrifyingly cold for a moment. Her lips and chin trembled slightly.
"…Ha."
Soon, she laughed as if she were choked. She brushed her hair with her fingers and asked.
"Do you… have a few lives to spare?"
"I have two. Why do you care?"
"…You’re a lunatic."
"Fuck you!"
He thrust his middle finger in her face.
"...You!"
Rosalie’s expressionless face fell apart for a moment, and her eyes narrowed.
She reached out to grab his finger, but he swiftly pulled away. Seizing the opportunity, he broke free from her grasp and put some distance between them.
Then, before she could follow, he turned around and walked towards the exit, shouting.
"Oh right. You should brush your teeth daily; your breath stinks."
"…"
Frozen, Rosalie just stood there, glaring at him. The vein popping on her neck was quite scary.
However, before she could respond, Adrian decisively fled from the area and sprinted down the asphalt of the campus.
Contrary to his previous disparaging remarks, he had an enraged expression on his face as he sprinted directly toward the public water dispenser, where he aggressively washed and scrubbed his already clean face, as if to remove some invisible filth.
His bizarre behavior left other students bewildered, but Adrian paid them no mind. He scrubbed until his face turned red before bolting off once more.
This time, he didn’t pause, not even at the restaurant where Veena was waiting for him. He headed straight for the dormitory area.
Bam!
As he entered his dorm room, he slammed the door shut behind him. At last, alone, he collapsed onto the floor, his tense muscles finally releasing their grip.
Then he squeezed his cheeks between his palms and kneaded his expressions back to normal. Upon completion, his face was devoid of any trace of anger.
Instead, his lips curled so wide in a sinister yet perverted dark grin that they nearly reached the ends of his ears.
"Heeeeh..."