My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 107* - Awakening of Seleyena’s Powers

Chapter 107: Chapter 107* - Awakening of Seleyena’s Powers

The highway stretched in a blur—dark, endless, quiet.

Inside the sleek black car, silence reigned.

Except for her.

Seleyena sat beside him, shoulders tense, head bowed.

Eyes low. Lips parted. Breath shaky.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow pulls, her thighs pressed together—tight, desperate to contain the ache.

Cruxius sat relaxed, arm around her back like a lover’s touch...

But his hand wasn’t tender.

It was claiming.

Fingers molded her breast through the blouse—slow, deep squeezes that made the fabric rise with each grope. His thumb circled her nipple again and again until it pushed hard against the cloth, aching.

"Mmh—"

A sound slipped out—half gasp, half moan.

She bit her lip hard to swallow it.

Her hips twitched, breath stuttering as his palm flattened, then dragged, massaging the heat from her skin.

"Shhh," he whispered beside her, not even looking—

His attention fixed on his phone.

Cool, calm devil.

Cruxius stared at his phone, typing with the same hand that didn’t grope her—cold, calculated.

> "Throw petrol throughout the villa and set it ablaze at 3 a.m. No sooner, no later. Everything must be burned down and made to look like a cylinder mishap." <

He typed that message as a trigger—one he needed to awaken Seleyena’s dormant powers, which, in the last life, had only awakened after she nearly got burned to death in the hospital fire—though there had been several months’ delay.

He didn’t have time, so he was going to create a virtual setting for her awakening.

Nor did it matter even if she died.

He would just return.

While typing, he felt the person on the other end of the call hesitate due to fear, prompting him to type another sentence.

> "I will jump out of the window at the right time—so do the job properly, Darithi." <

Send.

He finally turned to Seleyena, his gaze drifting to the way her chest rose, clothes tightening and molding into his fingers under her blouse—tight and shallow, like she was suffocating from a heat she couldn’t name.

He watched.

Smirked.

Then, without a word, he unwrapped his hand from her breast.

She whimpered at the loss.

Before she could think, he pulled her close—scooping her up effortlessly in a princess carry, her body weightless in his arms, breath catching hard.

The car rolled to a stop.

Outside: the sea wind, sharp and cold.

The villa—white, empty, waiting.

He stepped out with her cradled like a bride, yet nothing in his hold was gentle.

His eyes didn’t meet hers as they walked toward the door, but his voice reached her like a whisper straight into her blood.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

His smile was slow. Inevitable.

"You’re going to scream soon, Seleyena," he said, using double meaning—where she indeed was going to scream from both love and fire.

"Try not to bite your tongue."

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The double doors slammed shut like the seal of a tomb. Silence reigned—dense, oppressive, broken only by the sound of her quickening breath.

Cruxius didn’t wait.

Seleyena barely had time to gasp before he slammed her against the inside wall, her back hitting the cool marble. One of his knees pushed between hers, spreading her legs roughly.

Her blouse was still buttoned—until he tore it open in a single yank, the buttons scattering across the polished floor like tossed dice.

"C-Cruxius?!" she gasped, startled.

He didn’t answer. His mouth latched onto her right breast, sucking hard—no build-up, no patience. Her soft body jolted, her spine arching, head thrown back against the wall.

"Aahhh! W-wait—i-it’s... too sudden...!"

"You knew what was coming," he growled into her skin, his voice muffled as he bit down gently, then harder. "You walked in here with those marks still fresh."

Her doctor’s coat slipped halfway down her arms, sleeves hanging like chains. His hands were everywhere—groping her waist, yanking her skirt up, gripping her ass with greedy fingers.

Her body burned, nipples red and swollen from his rough suckling. When he pulled away, the chill of the air hit her soaked skin, making her whimper.

"You think I’d let you walk around with these tits out," he said, slapping one softly, "and not fuck you stupid again?"

Her lips parted, breathless. "I—I didn’t think—"

"Exactly," he hissed, pushing her down.

His hands went to his belt.

Click.

Zzzp

She stared, heart thudding.

He unzipped his pants slowly, deliberately, watching her the entire time with that predator’s smirk. Then he reached in—fingers curling around something heavy—and pulled it out.

His cock sprang up, thick and full, veiny and dark with blood. The shaft was long and slightly curved, pulsing faintly as it throbbed in the cold air.

The head was swollen and flushed, glistening with a drop of slick precum that hung precariously from the slit.

It bounced once—heavy, angry, eager.

Her wide, teary eyes stared at his already-exposed cock. He was huge, twitching, veiny, glistening at the tip. She gulped.

One hand reached out tentatively, but he grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her mouth open.

"Take it. Deep."

He didn’t ease in.

With one hand buried in her hair, he slammed his cock into her mouth, burying most of it in one ruthless stroke.

"Khwaackk!" Her eyes shot wide.

She gagged immediately, tears bursting from the corners, but he didn’t stop. He held her head in place, hips rocking.

"I’m sorry, Seleyena," he hissed. "I’m... ugh... in a hurry."

She coughed, drooled, her face flushed. But she stayed.

Her hands clung to his thighs, her lips stretched wide around his thickness, mouth full of his taste.

He fucked her throat until her chin dripped, strands of spit hanging to the floor.

When he finally pulled out, a thick trail connected them.

Her voice was hoarse. "C-Cruxius... I-I can’t... catch my breath..."

"You don’t need to," he said coldly, scooping her up like a doll.

He didn’t walk—he charged forward with her in his arms, her legs dangling, her panties already soaked through.

He tossed her onto the nearby couch, flipping her over before she could adjust.

She cried out in surprise, barely catching the armrest before he shoved her skirt up and ripped her panties down.

"Cruxius, w-wait—!"

He didn’t.

One hard thrust—and he was buried deep inside.

"AHHH!!"

Her scream bounced off the empty walls. Her nails clawed the couch.

"You’re dripping," he growled into her ear, biting the lobe. "Did choking on me turn you on this much?"

"HNGHH! AAAHNN~!" She couldn’t speak—only sobbed out gasps, moans, eyes rolled up.

He fucked her like he owned her.

Fast, hard, punishing. Her body rocked forward with every stroke, tits slapping against the couch with wet sounds.

Her breath stuttered, breaking.

She cried out his name over and over. "C-Cruxius... too much... I can’t... I’m gonna—!!"

"Cum. Now." He smirked.

Her orgasm hit like a crashing wave. She shook, legs twitching.

But he didn’t slow down.

He yanked her up mid-thrust—still inside her—and stood, carrying her with her legs locked around him.

She was limp in his arms, drooling, cunt still clenching around him.

"Hold on," he whispered, smirking. "We’re not even halfway done."

She whimpered, overwhelmed, hips grinding on instinct.

He walked with her—cock buried inside—up the stairs.

Each step jarred her, jostled her.

She leaked with every bounce, leaving a trail on the marble.

"I-I’m dripping..."

"Good," he said, kissing her neck. "This house belongs to us now. I want it soaked with you."

By the time they reached the bedroom, she was crying from pleasure—fingers digging into his back, her voice no more than broken moans and helpless gasps.

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