Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 79: Steak for Me, Shame for Her

Zain stepped out from the mirror near the corner wall of the cabin.

Zelia shot up from the couch.

"Where were you?!" She snapped.

"You said you’d be back in a minute."

"Just what the hell were you doing?!"

Zain only gave a lazy smirk.

"Just handling some leftover business."

Savra, sitting on the window bench, tilted her head.

She sniffed the air once

"...Hmm?"

Then again, curling her lips.

"I smell grilled squid."

She sniffed again.

"And... perfume."

Zain’s brow twitched.

"I ate squid, yeah."

He straightened his collar.

"And I helped a woman earlier. Maybe her scent stuck."

Savra leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing with a playful glint.

"Helped her, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?"

Zain didn’t flinch. "Pretty much."

Savra leaned back again, sipping her coffee with a smirk.

"Don’t worry too much."

"Strong men attract attention. It’s natural."

She glanced sideways at him.

"You can sleep with whoever you want..."

"But if you want me, you better keep climbing."

Her smirk deepened.

"Because I don’t wait around for anyone falling behind."

Zain chuckled, eyes sharp.

"That’s fine. I’m not planning on falling."

Zelia crossed her arms.

"Well, before you start flexing about being strong."

"Go take a shower."

She waved a hand in front of her nose.

"You smell like seafood, sweat, and trouble."

Zain shrugged and turned toward the bathroom.

"Guess that’s fair."

He paused at the door.

"...Don’t peek."

Zelia immediately blushed.

"Ew! Why would I—!?"

Savra just grinned, tilting her head.

"No promises."

Zain snorted and shut the door.

---

Zain stepped out of the bathroom, towel still draped around his neck as he dried his hair.

Without missing a beat, he walked straight toward the mirror again.

Zelia turned her head sharply.

"Where are you going now?"

Zain glanced back, calm as ever.

"To eat dinner. Obviously."

"I haven’t had a single proper meal since the chaos started."

Zelia frowned but softened.

"I see... Just don’t take too long, okay?"

"We’re in a moving train, not a buffet tour."

Zain gave a little salute.

"Understood, big sis."

Savra leaned back on the couch.

Watching him with narrowed eyes and a smirk.

"Dinner, huh?" She purred.

"Don’t overdo it this time."

Zain flashed a grin.

"Of course not."

He stepped into the mirror and vanished.

Savra chuckled to herself.

Zelia glanced at her.

"What did you mean by ’don’t overdo it’?"

Savra sipped her coffee.

"Oh, nothing."

---

Zain stepped out of the mirror inside a quiet corner of the corridor.

No one noticed.

He adjusted his collar and walked toward the luxury dining car at the front of the train.

The chaos had clearly passed.

Guards were posted, but none stopped him as he moved.

At the reception, an officer gave him a polite but cautious glance.

Zain handed over the VIP room ID.

The one Savra had slipped him earlier.

The officer’s eyes widened slightly after scanning it.

He straightened up immediately.

"Room VIP-09. Understood, sir. What can we get for you?"

Zain didn’t hesitate.

"Full course dinner. All of it. Meat, soup, salad, wine."

He leaned slightly forward.

"And make a full second portion for takeaway."

The officer blinked.

"Understood. But, uh... it might take longer than usual."

Zain raised an eyebrow.

The officer tried to clarify.

"There was some disruption earlier."

"So, the kitchen staff’s still stabilizing."

Zain just smirked.

"That’s fine. I’ve got time."

He turned toward one of the side tables and sat alone.

"I’ll be waiting."

The officer bowed slightly and rushed off.

Zain leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded.

His stomach gave a faint growl.

Just then, the food arrived.

An impressive full-course spread laid out in polished trays.

Steak, seasoned vegetables, fragrant soup, and a soft, steaming roll on the side.

He wasted no time.

Within minutes, the dishes were scraped clean.

"Mm,"

He wiped his mouth with the corner of a napkin.

"That actually hit the spot."

The same officer approached again, carefully holding a sealed container.

"Your takeaway, sir. All packed and labeled."

Zain stood and took it with one hand.

"I see. Thanks."

The officer bowed slightly. "Safe travels."

Zain gave a nod and turned away.

He walked toward the large mirror near the corridor entrance.

He glanced at his reflection and smirked.

"Let’s see if she’s still alive."

---

Zain stepped out of the mirror into the cargo room.

He scanned the space.

The makeshift bed he had left behind was gone.

Not just dismantled. Cleared.

The sheets had been folded.

The traces of heat, scent, and sweat... gone

Even his cum on the floor had been wiped clean.

Zain narrowed his eyes.

"...Tch."

He walked slowly toward the spot she had once collapsed.

Kneeling down.

Ran his fingers across the ground.

"Not even a mark left."

He stood up, exhaling through his nose.

"So... she’s alive."

He chuckled once, dryly.

"And not just alive."

"She moved. Cleaned up. Escaped."

He shook his head.

"After all of that..."

A grin pulled at the corner of his lips.

"You’re one stubborn woman."

"One tough bitch."

He turned back toward the mirror, eyes sharp again.

"...This might be fun after all."

But then, he paused.

Slurp... slurp...

Then a soft, ragged gasp.

Zain stopped.

His eyes narrowed, and a grin crept across his face.

"I see..."

He turned his head slightly, listening closer.

"Looks like she didn’t make it far after all."

He stepped silently toward the back corner of the cargo bay.

The sound was faint, but it repeated.

Wet and uneven.

Like someone trying to breathe while hiding something.

He crouched behind one of the crates.

Another soft gasp.

Zain whispered, amused.

"You ran, but didn’t clean up your trail."

He straightened up.

"Let’s see how far your pride got you."

He stepped into the shadows again, his smirk never fading.

"She’s nearby..."

"And broken people always crawl somewhere dark to hide."

He kept walking, slow and deliberate.

"Let’s see... Just how you turned up."

"Just how you look after realizing what happened to you."