The Villain System Is Frustated

A Dinner Full of Vengeance

The barrels of the weapons gleamed coldly under the dim hall lights. Bima felt his heart hammering against his ribs. He stood frozen, staring at Rina, who now stood in front of the special forces unit with a face as cold as ice. She didn't look at him with the soft gaze from before. Her eyes were sharp, full of vigilance, and there was something broken behind the stare now locked onto Bima.

"Drop that envelope right now," Rina commanded in a firm, uncompromising voice.

Bima remained silent for a moment. He could feel his muscles tensing, ready to respond to any threat. Inside his head, the System began to hum with a painful frequency.

[Warning! Subject Rina has identified you as a high-threat target. The best options are to initiate a brutal counterattack or perform an impulsive romantic gesture to disrupt the enemy's focus. The choice is yours.]

Bima ignored the mechanical voice. He stared at Rina, trying to find a gap behind the vigilante mask she now wore. "Rina, listen to me. This is all a misunderstanding. Someone threw this at me. They’re threatening the orphanage, threatening you," Bima said, his voice as steady as he could manage.

Rina stepped forward, keeping the muzzle of her gun aimed at Bima’s chest. "You’re lying. You were at the scene of the vandalism, you have my ID card, and you were involved in a secret meeting in the park. Who are you really, Bima?"

Bima gave a hollow laugh, one that sounded more like desperation. He drew closer, ignoring the warnings from the squad behind Rina. Bima didn’t stop even when the tip of the weapon touched his chest. He could feel the cold sensation of metal pressing against his skin through his shirt.

"I’m just Bima. The guy who always picks up the trash, the guy who tidies the shelves at Mrs. Sari’s shop, and the guy who fell in love with a hunter who doesn’t even believe me," Bima murmured.

Rina flinched slightly. Her finger on the trigger trembled a bit. She hadn’t expected Bima to be so honest about his feelings while at gunpoint.

[The Deceptive Aura of Gentleness has been activated. Subject Rina is feeling emotionally unstable. Use this moment for psychological dominance!]

The System continued to provoke him, but Bima chose another path instead. He let go of the brown envelope in his hand and allowed it to fall to the floor. Bima then looked at Rina with deep intensity. He stepped forward until their bodies were nearly touching. The special forces behind Rina seemed restless, waiting for a command that never came.

"If you want to shoot me, do it now," Bima whispered right in front of Rina’s face. "But know that I never intended to hurt anyone here."

Rina looked into Bima’s eyes. She searched for a lie, but all she found was a painful honesty. Slowly, Rina lowered her weapon. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in her chest that felt like it had been hit by a storm.

"Lower your weapons," Rina ordered her squad without looking back.

"But Miss, he is our primary target!" protested one of the soldiers.

"I said lower your weapons!" Rina’s voice rose, filled with undeniable authority. The soldiers immediately lowered their weapons, though their faces were still full of suspicion.

Rina then stepped closer to Bima. She reached into Bima’s jacket pocket roughly, took the ID card she had given him earlier, and then stared at Bima from a very intimate distance. "Don’t think you can get away with just sweet talk. We’re going to talk somewhere else. Alone."

Bima felt a massive sense of relief. He had just escaped death, but the real threat had only just begun. He knew Rina was taking him to an isolated location for a very private interrogation.

The two of them walked out of the hall toward a black car waiting in the orphanage courtyard. During the drive to the undisclosed location, the silence between them was stifling. Rina sat in the driver's seat, staring blankly at the road, while Bima sat beside her, wondering how to explain the crazy system that had possessed his life without sounding like a madman.

Upon arriving at a luxurious penthouse located on the top floor of a skyscraper, Rina locked the door with a loud click. The room was spacious, with minimal furniture, but it was very cold and felt sterile.

Rina turned around, shed her vigilante jacket, and threw it onto the floor. She now stood in tight-fitting clothes that accentuated her athletic build. She approached Bima, pushing him against the wall until he had no room to move.

"Now," Rina whispered, her breath feeling warm against Bima's skin. "Explain everything. Why are you so different? Why is it that every time I’m with you, I feel like my world is falling apart?"

Bima looked into Rina's eyes, which now radiated a curiosity mixed with suppressed desire. The atmosphere in the room shifted drastically. The earlier action-packed tension was now slowly replaced by a romantic tension that was intense and suffocating. Bima could feel Rina's heartbeat through the contact of their pressed bodies.

"I... I just want to be myself, Rina," Bima replied hoarsely.

Rina wasn’t satisfied with that answer. She leaned in closer, her fingers tracing Bima's jawline slowly, triggering a tingling sensation and a surge of passion. "You always have an excuse. You always have a way to confuse me. Do you know how much I want to hit you, but at the same time, I want to do something else?"

Bima swallowed hard. He knew Rina was testing his defenses. He could feel the System in his head starting to make very vulgar sounds, trying to direct his actions toward something more intimate.

[System Suggestion: Kiss her aggressively. Show dominance. Villainy Points will surge to ten thousand if you commit an indecent act now.]

Bima tried to ignore the system's instructions, but his own desire began to betray him. He stared at Rina’s slightly parted lips. He couldn’t stand this guessing game anymore. Bima reciprocated Rina's touch by grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

"Then stop asking questions and find out for yourself," Bima challenged.

Rina's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she grabbed Bima’s collar firmly, closing the distance between them entirely. Their breaths intertwined. Rina looked at Bima with a demanding gaze.

"You’re very bold," Rina whispered before she began to move her face closer to end the remaining distance between them.

However, just before their lips touched, a powerful tremor shook the entire building. The room’s lights flickered violently before going out completely. The sound of an explosion echoed from the lower floors, followed by the deafening blare of an alarm.

Rina immediately broke the embrace and retrieved a weapon hidden behind a desk. She looked at Bima with a face that had turned serious again. "Someone is attacking this building. This must be the work of the organization chasing you!"

Bima grunted in annoyance. He felt like the system had just given him a ridiculous mission at the worst possible time.

[New Mission: Save Rina from this sudden attack. Use your full power as a candidate for the Demon King. The destruction of this building will be counted as a first-class act of terrorism.]

Bima looked at Rina, who was already in position. He knew this intrigue-filled dinner had just turned into a bloody battlefield. Outside the window, several shadowed figures began to scale the building's glass walls, carrying heavy weapons ready to destroy everything. Bima took a deep breath, preparing to unleash the power he had been hiding from Rina all this time, even if it meant revealing his true identity.

Rina turned toward Bima, her eyes reflecting a fear he had never seen before. "Bima, if we die tonight, I want you to know one thing..."