Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem
Chapter 45 - 43 : Just like her mother

Chapter 45: Chapter 43 : Just like her mother

Shirley’s breath caught in her throat.

Jason’s voice was raw with fury, slurred with the remnants of alcohol but still sharp enough to slice through the night air. She turned her head slowly, her body still tense from the flames licking at the house behind her.

Jason stood there, barefoot, swaying slightly, his face twisted in rage. The fire’s glow cast shadows over his features, making him look more monstrous than ever. His bloodshot eyes flickered between Shirley, the burning house, and the boy standing beside her.

"You little bitch!" Jason bellowed, taking a stumbling step forward.

Shirley felt her pulse hammer against her ribs.

He wasn’t supposed to wake up.

He was supposed to die in there.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!" Jason’s voice cracked with fury. He turned to the house, watching as the flames spread, consuming everything, the walls, the furniture, the past.

Then his gaze snapped back to Shirley.

Shirley, who stood unflinching, her face eerily calm despite the terror clawing at her insides.

Jason’s eyes flicked to Lumian, finally acknowledging him. His brows furrowed, as if trying to place him.

"And who the fuck is this?" Jason spat.

Lumian chuckled, the sound low and amused, as if he found Jason’s rage entertaining. He stepped forward slightly, placing himself just between Shirley and Jason, his golden eyes glinting in the firelight.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

Jason’s face twisted, nostrils flaring.

"I’ll fucking kill you both," he snarled, his voice thick with rage.

He lunged forward.

Shirley barely had time to react before Lumian moved.

With a speed that shouldn’t have been possible, Lumian sidestepped Jason’s clumsy charge and slammed his fist into Jason’s stomach.

A sickening thud echoed in the night.

Jason choked on his own breath, doubling over, his knees nearly buckling. But he wasn’t done yet. He staggered back, gasping, spitting out a curse.

"You little—"

Before he could finish, Lumian struck again.

This time, it wasn’t just a simple punch.

His palm snapped forward, striking Jason’s throat.

A choked gurgle escaped Jason’s lips as he stumbled back, hands flying to his neck, his breath coming in wheezing gasps.

Lumian watched him, tilting his head slightly, as if evaluating a dying insect.

"That was too quick," he mused, his tone light. "Not satisfying enough, don’t you think?"

Jason’s face twisted in pain and fury, but Shirley barely noticed.

Her mind was spinning, trying to process what she had just seen.

Lumian, he was playing with him.

This wasn’t just him defending himself or beating a scummy man. He wasn’t just stopping Jason, Lumian was enjoying it.

Shirley’s heart pounded.

Jason tried to recover, stumbling back toward the burning house. His breath was ragged, his body trembling with rage and fear.

He reached into his waistband and pulled out a knife.

Shirley’s breath hitched.

Jason’s hand shot forward in a wild stab.

Lumian stepped back, just enough for the blade to miss.

Then, without hesitation, he grabbed Jason’s wrist.

There was a sharp, sickening crack.

Jason screamed, dropping the knife as his wrist bent at an unnatural angle.

Shirley flinched at the sound.

Jason fell to his knees, cradling his broken wrist, sweat dripping down his face. His breath came in ragged gasps as he glared up at Lumian, pure hatred burning in his bloodshot eyes.

"You... you’re dead," he spat. "You and that whore. You think you can just—"

Lumian’s foot connected with Jason’s jaw before he could finish.

The impact sent Jason sprawling to the ground, blood splattering onto the dirt.

Shirley took a step back, heart racing.

This was... This was really happening.

She had set the house on fire.

And now Jason was on the ground, bloodied and beaten.

And it wasn’t enough.

Not yet.

Shirley took a shaky breath, then turned her gaze to the knife lying just a few feet away.

Lumian followed her eyes.

For a moment, he didn’t speak.

Then, slowly, he crouched down beside Jason, gripping his hair and forcing his head up.

Jason groaned, still dazed from the hit, his breath hitching when he realized Lumian was so close.

He winced at every movement, his body was barely able to hold itself together. Blood dripped from his mouth, his broken wrist hung limply at his side, and his knees wobbled as he struggled to stay upright. His face was a mess of bruises and cuts, swollen beyond recognition.

And yet, when he realized Lumian had stopped hitting him, a flicker of desperate hope ignited in his eyes.

"P-Please," Jason rasped, his voice hoarse, thick with blood and fear. "Don’t... don’t kill me."

Lumian stood over him, golden eyes glinting in the firelight, his expression unreadable.

"You should’ve died in that house," he mused. "That was the whole point. Nicely roasted. A fitting end for a man like you."

Jason flinched. Shirley stood a few feet away, frozen, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She should have been satisfied seeing him beg, seeing him broken and afraid.

But something about Lumian’s tone sent a chill through her.

"But," Lumian continued, tilting his head slightly, "since you didn’t... I suppose you’re just unlucky."

Jason swallowed hard. His eyes darted between Lumian and Shirley, searching for any chance of survival.

Lumian suddenly grinned.

"Maybe not entirely unlucky, though."

Jason’s breath hitched. "W-What?"

"I’m in a generous mood," Lumian said lightly. "So I’ll give you a chance to live."

Jason’s swollen eyes widened with desperate hope. "Yes! Yes—anything! Tell me what to do!"

Shirley tensed, her gut twisting.

Lumian crouched down, his golden eyes gleaming. "It’s simple," he whispered.

Jason leaned in, hanging onto his every word.

"All you have to do... is lay with your daughter."

Shirley’s breath caught in her throat.

For a second, she thought she misheard him.

Her stomach twisted into knots, her hands clenched into fists. "W-What?" she stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

Lumian didn’t look at her.

Jason blinked. The shock on his face quickly melted into something else, something sick.

Shirley’s mind raced. No... he wouldn’t. Even Jason isn’t that disgusting.

He might have sold her, beaten her, humiliated her, but this?

This was different.

Wasn’t it?

Jason’s lips stretched into a grotesque grin, his blood-stained teeth glistening in the firelight.

"Really?" he rasped, wiping his mouth with his good hand. "That’s all?"

Shirley’s heart stopped.

No.

No.

She took a step back, shaking her head. "Y-You... you’re not actually—"

Jason chuckled, the sound sickening. "You look just like your mother," he mused, stepping toward her. "This won’t be too hard."