My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 110 - Burning Awakening

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 - Burning Awakening

BOOM!

The blast thundered through the villa.

The sound came first—deafening, rolling like a cannon through marble and bone—then the heat followed.

A roar of flame swallowed the horizon outside the window. Fire burst through the garden line, the trees igniting like paper dolls soaked in oil. The outer glass shattered from the pressure wave, blowing inward in a spray of shards and choking smoke.

The entire villa ignited.

He moved in an instant.

"Seleyena, MOVE!"

His voice snapped like a whip, raw with command. His hand flew to her back.

She didn’t respond. Just twitched, dazed.

Her lashes fluttered, eyes unfocused. Her body was still slumped into the pillow, skin flushed, drenched. Cum dripped down her thighs, slick and white, steaming faintly in the room’s new heat.

"W-what?" she croaked, voice small. Barely above a whisper. Her legs trembled when she tried to rise.

The ceiling cracked.

Light flooded the room—not morning light. Too hot. Too fast. Orange and red, flickering like the world was on fire.

And it was.

Flames surged just outside the villa. The curtains by the balcony caught in seconds. A whoosh, then embers floated through the air like dying stars.

Seleyena blinked at it, dazed. Then her eyes widened.

"F-fire...?" she whispered. Her pupils dilated. "C-Cruxius—"

"I said MOVE!" he roared, already grabbing her.

Her body flopped when he pulled—legs failing, strength gone. She fell forward off the bed with a gasp. He caught her mid-drop.

Naked flesh slammed into naked flesh—skin on skin, sweat on sweat.

His palm caught under her thigh—fingers digging into the tender inner muscle just below her ass. His other hand grabbed across her front, trying to brace her—but she slipped, and his fingers clutched her breast instead. Her breast filled his grip, soft and full, smearing with his own sweat.

"Ungh!" She moaned at the contact, too stunned to think, body limp and overstimulated.

Her back arched, dragging her slick pussy against his thigh. It left a smear down his skin—hot, sticky, reeking of their sex.

His voice dropped to a growl.

"Fucking move, Seleyena!"

Her whole body was flushed red—slick with sweat, cum still leaking out between her legs.

His hand went down—gripped the underside of her thigh to keep her from sliding. His fingers dug in, accidentally squeezing the swollen, abused lips between her legs as he lifted.

She twitched.

"Haah—!"

Her body spasmed faintly, as if trying to orgasm again—but it was just aftershock. Just nerves and confusion.

"W-wait....Crux...I-I need time.." She mumbled something—gibberish—into his skin. Her lips moved over his neck, weakly mouthing air.

He didn’t stop.

Cruxius lifted her fully into his arms, firelight carving wild shadows across his muscles as he turned toward the door.

His arm curled around her back—elbow cupping her left breast by necessity, the soft flesh mashing flat under his forearm as he shifted her weight.

She winced—but didn’t resist. Couldn’t.

Her limbs dangled limply.

"Stay with me," he growled.

Her head lolled. Her lips brushed his ear. She barely nodded.

Then—

He moved.

Out into the hallway.

The villa screamed.

Wood cracked. Flames leapt from the walls, dancing down the corridor like starving serpents. Thick smoke rolled across the ceiling, flickering between shadow and ember.

Paintings blistered and fell from the walls in ashen clumps. The red carpet below them had caught fire—the blaze snaking forward in lines like crawling lava.

He stepped over it.

Barefoot.

Muscles clenched as his calves lifted high, dodging the red tongues. Sparks flew up and stung his thighs, little explosions of light flicking against Seleyena’s bare hip as she moaned softly in his grip—half-awake, her nipples grazing his chest with each shift, her slick inner thigh rubbing the muscle of his side every time he adjusted.

The heat began to register.

Slowly.

Creeping like a thought that didn’t want to be thought.

Her skin tingled—not from touch—but from warmth that bit. The air against her shoulder stung. Her back slicked with sweat, her scalp damp, her lungs tasting something acrid.

But it wasn’t until her lashes fluttered—until her eyes, blurry and heavy, dragged themselves open just a little—that she saw.

Saw the angry red marks on his shoulder.

’?!’

The skin—blistered. Peeling at the edge.

The soot smeared across his collarbone like war paint.

His ankle, raw, blackened at the heel from stepping through flame.

He was burning.

Carrying her.

Through this.

"Y-Your skin..." she murmured, voice barely above a breath. "Cruxius... it’s—"

Her gaze drifted again, pupils dilating as she took in the cuts along his ribs, the charred flesh of his foot.

"You’re—hurting..." the words fumbled out. A cracked whisper. "Gods, you’re—you’re burning alive..."

The realization came like a knife.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t grunt. Didn’t stop.

He just carried her. Like she weighed nothing. Like the pain wasn’t chewing through him with every step.

And yet—his fingers trembled now.

Under her thigh.

His chest heaved.

But not from exertion.

From restraint.

"I—why didn’t you drop me...?" she asked, choking slightly, voice shrinking to a broken hush. "Why... why would you..."

"Shut up, can’t you see your state!? You can’t move." Cruxius yelled while even in pain a faint smirk spread across his face knowing that his performance will deepen the amount of love she will have for him today.

But he needs to tell her that it is due to her that he isn’t running away alone.

It’s her fault that he can’t escape this place.

And even in this wretched pain he is enduring it all.

Just like how she pounced on him and sexually assaulted him last time, again it’s her own fault for being too weak to move....he just, like a gentleman, made love to her, without any intention to exhaust her like this intentionally.

Definitely.

"Hiccc—!"

Her breath hitched as she realized that the reason he was this slow and could not likely escape safely was due to carrying her limp body. Then again.

Lips trembling.

And then the sob came—wet, raw, crushed behind her teeth as her cheek pressed into the side of his scorched neck, tears springing fast and hot.

"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..."

A beam fell.

CRACKKK—!!

Cruxius ducked.

The beam smashed into the marble floor behind them, splinters flying. He snarled—jaw clenched, eyes wild.

And then he saw the staircase.

He didn’t hesitate.

He adjusted his grip—Seleyena’s body bounced in his arms, her breast slapping softly against his forearm—and he moved down the stairs two at a time, dodging fire, smoke curling into his mouth with every breath.