Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 179: Act Helpless, Stab Merciless

Blue Demon and Yellow Demon walked side by side through the broken concrete alleys of BF-3.

Blue Demon glanced around, her eyes sharp.

"There should be a villain group around here. I’ve been watching them for weeks," she said.

Yellow Demon raised an eyebrow. "How many?"

Blue Demon smirked. "Plenty."

"Enough to call themselves a gang. But it’s not just that. They’re all men."

Yellow Demon paused, tilting her head."All men?"

Blue Demon nodded. "Yeah."

"And from what I’ve heard, they’re the worst kind. Slavers. Traffickers. Perverts."

Yellow Demon clenched her fists. "Perfect. Let’s burn them down."

Blue Demon nodded.

She turned, clapped her hands twice, and called out.

"Girls! Front and center!"

Five girls emerged from the shadows, their clothes torn and dirty.

Their faces were smudged with dirt, but their eyes glowed with determination.

Yellow Demon smirked. "Let me guess. Bait?"

Blue Demon grinned. "Exactly."

"They’ll act like helpless victims. Draw them out. Then we strike."

Yellow Demon cracked her knuckles. "I like it. Let’s make them pay."

Blue Demon turned to the five girls. "You know what to do."

"Go in, act helpless. Cry a little, beg a little. Make them drop their guard."

One of the girls nodded. "We understand, Commander."

"We’ve done this before."

Another girl grinned. "They’ll never see it coming."

Yellow Demon watched the exchange, eyes sharp.

"Be careful," she said.

"If you get caught, stall them. We’ll come in swinging."

The girls nodded in unison. "Yes, ma’am."

Blue Demon leaned closer.

"Remember your orders. No hero nonsense. This is war."

The five girls nodded one last time and headed out.

Yellow Demon watched them go.

"They’re good," she said.

Blue Demon’s eyes narrowed.

"They’re the best. And after this, they’ll be even stronger."

Yellow Demon smirked.

"Let’s move. I’m getting bored."

Blue Demon cracked her knuckles.

"Right behind you."

The two of them moved out, silent but ready.

The sounds of the city faded as they stalked the streets, hunting their prey.

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The five girls moved slowly, their heads low, their bodies trembling.

Dirt smeared their faces, and their clothes were torn.

They showed just enough to catch the eyes of the men watching from the shadows.

They glanced around with nervous looks, like helpless prey waiting to be eaten.

A group of male villains emerged from behind a broken wall, their eyes gleaming with hunger.

One of them, a big man with a scar across his cheek, grinned.

"Look what we’ve got here," he said, licking his lips. "Fresh meat."

Another man stepped closer, his eyes roaming over the girls’ exposed skin.

"You lost, sweetheart?" he asked, voice dripping with false kindness.

One of the girls, her eyes wide and innocent, nodded slowly.

"Y-Yes, sir... We were just looking for shelter. We’re so scared..."

A third man laughed.

"Don’t worry, girls."

"We’ll take good care of you," he said, his tone sickly sweet.

The five girls glanced at each other. Inside, their hearts were steady.

They knew the plan.

"Thank you," one of them whispered. "Thank you so much."

The men exchanged looks, their grins growing wider.

"Come on then," the scarred man said.

"Come inside. We’ll keep you safe."

The girls followed them obediently into the broken-down building, stepping over rubble and broken glass.

Inside, the place stank of sweat and old food.

One of the men leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"You’re lucky we found you," he said.

"Not everyone around here is as kind as us."

Another man chuckled, his eyes still locked on the girls.

"Yeah, we’ll make sure no one hurts you," he said.

"You’ll be real safe with us."

The girls forced their lips to tremble, their eyes to water.

"Thank you... Thank you so much," one of them said, her voice shaky.

They kept their heads low, hiding the smirks that wanted to rise.

The men didn’t notice.

They were too busy licking their lips and congratulating themselves.

They only cared about the five girls who had just walked into their trap.

One of the men, a skinny guy with a crooked nose, called out to the others.

"Get them some water," he ordered.

His voice carried a false kindness that made the girls want to gag.

Another man laughed and stepped forward with a cracked glass in his hand.

"Yeah, make sure they’re comfortable," he said, pretending to be helpful.

The scarred man leaned in closer, his grin wide and unsettling.

"Don’t worry, girls," he said, his eyes roaming over them.

"You’ll be just fine with us."

The five girls bowed their heads together, eyes downcast.

"Thank you," they all said at once.

The scarred man nodded in satisfaction, stepping back to admire his catch.

"Good. That’s good. Now, let’s make sure they’re well taken care of."

The man with the glass of water held it out to the first girl, his smile fake and oily.

"Here, drink this. You’ve had a rough time," he said.

The girl took the glass with trembling hands, glancing at her sisters.

They exchanged a quick look.

Inside, they were calm, as this was part of the plan.

She took a small sip, letting it slide down her throat.

The taste was bitter. She knew it was drugged.

She lowered the glass and gave a weak smile.

"Thank you," she said.

The other girls took their glasses in turn, repeating the same act.

They drank slowly, their faces showing weakness, fatigue, and fear.

Inside, they were unshaken.

Mistress Velra had trained them for this: poison, drugs, even sexual stuff.

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Their eyes began to flutter, their heads lowering.

The drug worked fast.

One girl let out a small sigh, her body going limp.

The others followed.

They collapsed onto the floor, eyes closed.

Inside their minds, they were all thinking the same thing:

Today will be your last day of fun. Savor it while you can.

A faint smirk curled on their lips just before they passed out.