My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 38 - Foreplay to Sleep? (1)

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 - Foreplay to Sleep? (1)

But even as she ran, her mind cursed her—Why the hell did you remember that now?!

The vision wouldn’t leave her.

His body—bare, water glistening down sculpted skin. Not too bulky, but firm, sinuous, tight. A man’s body, the kind that looked like it moved because it had to, not to show off. But it wasn’t that which made her thighs clench as she ran—it was that thing.

Even limp, it was heavy, thick veins coiling like roots, the swollen tip flushed and daunting, resting against his thigh like a weapon holstered for war.

Just the thought of it—sleeping yet that big—made her mind spiral.

’Focus! Door!’

She lunged, hand outstretched. Fingers grazed the handle. She was going to make it—

Her eyes flicked sideways, instinctively.

And then—

"What—"

Ten meters.

He blurred.

A flash of flesh and motion. His sprint was a gust of wind—no cape, just the unholy thing between his legs whipping like it had a mind of its own, slapping his thighs with vicious smacks as he carved through air like a missile.

’Thud!’

"UGH—!"

Thalia’s face slammed into a solid chest, her nose flattening painfully. She staggered back, groaning as she rubbed her nose.

"D-Damn you!"

Cruxius stood in front of her like a wall of iron, completely nude, chest heaving with breath.

A system message blinked in the corner of his vision.

> [Use of Kino Control (C-Rank) detected: cooldown 1 day]

’!’

"I warned you, didn’t I?" Cruxius said, voice firm as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, her soft body pressing into his bare skin. Even his shaft—hot and heavy—felt the pressure of her trembling thighs.

She was shaking, forehead resting against his chest as he held her tight.

"I-I have dementia," Thalia blurted, the excuse slipping past her lips as her ears burned. The heat between her legs was impossible to ignore. She tried to shift, rubbing her thighs to move away from the hardness wedged between them—but in doing so, she had to part her legs.

That was her mistake.

She felt it twitch suddenly, springing straight—growing, thickening—hitting her from above the thin fabric of her dress, which easily stretched, finding space between her lower lips as it pressed tighter, firmer.

It was like she was sitting on a metal rod.

"And I have arousal," Cruxius replied, deadpan. The warm water still dripped from his skin, his body over-sensitive from the heat, and now—holding Thalia this close—there was no chance of restraint. Not right now. Not when she felt like this in his arms.

His cock throbbed between her thighs, now fully hard, stretching the fabric of her dress as it nestled against her puffy vulva—every twitch sending a jolt of embarrassment through her.

"S-Stop... I-I..." Thalia’s voice cracked, eyes wide and shimmering, pupils dilated in pure embarrassment. He had warned her. If she tried to run, he’d forget his promise.

That fear now mingled with the sensation of his swollen thickness pressing between her legs—hot, insistent, and impossible to ignore.

"Fine, but the problem is the thing between my legs. It’s gonna stay like that forever if I don’t do something—and it’s hurting," Cruxius said, using the oldest excuse in the book. He didn’t expect it to work on Thalia, who just gave him a blank look that confirmed his doubts. He shrugged his shoulders like it didn’t matter.

"I’m not some delulu, you know. I know you’re enjoying this." Thalia struggled in his arms, trying to break free, clearly unimpressed by his too-cliché line about pain and all. Her mouth twitched.

Though... it wasn’t just her mouth that was twitching.

"Wait a sec, let’s have some privacy first," Cruxius muttered, turning toward Darithi, who was standing to the side, deliberately looking away.

’I still have to get your ability, Darithi.’ Knowing well that she wasn’t even at the minimum level of infatuation with him—most probably the feelings had already diluted due to their time together without either of them realizing it—he knew exactly what he had to do: simply distance her from him in a regretful way, so she would not be part of moments where she could feel love from him.

He called out, "Darithi, go call a press conference in an hour. I’ve got an important announcement to make."

’!’

"M-Master, you don’t mean to—" Darithi started, clearly indifferent to Thalia’s presence. But then her gaze shifted to Cruxius, and a blank expression slowly twisted into one of realization.

Maybe the press conference wasn’t just about some trivial statement—maybe he was going to reveal something far more dangerous.

Something that could shake the world—the acceptance of the supervillain identity of Cruxius Blac.

Her eyes widened. Ever since he declared himself a supervillain, the tension had been building like a storm under her skin.

"You think I’m that naive?" Cruxius narrowed his eyes, resting his chin atop Thalia’s head, arms tightening around her as if trying to absorb every inch of her warmth.

His gaze stayed locked on Darithi until she gave a stiff nod and was about to leave, but he stopped her and gestured for her phone, which she gave him as he signaled her to wait.

He typed some instructions in there before giving it back to Darithi.

’!’

"....I understand," Darithi acknowledged before glancing towards Thalia for some reason, as if the thing written in her typed phone was about her.

"H-Hey, wait—take me out too!" Thalia struggled, her arm half-extended behind him in vain, but it was too late. The door shut with a dull thud, cutting her off.

Her hand slipped down, and whatever hope she had of escaping faded along with Darithi’s presence.

"Now then, what should be done with you, huh?" Cruxius returned to Thalia. His grip tightened around her waist. After retreating to a sufficient distance to fully look at her face, yet ensuring she couldn’t run, he held her waist, pressing her lower body against his.

The heat of his body was suffocating, and that thing—his thick, throbbing cock—pressed hard against her thighs, stretching the thin fabric of her dress until it molded to her vulva.

"L-Let me go, I guess?" Thalia stated, not even able to look into his eyes, averting her gaze as her ears were warm, face burning with crimson due to embarrassment. Before looking sideways, she felt him nearing her ears before he took a small bite at her earlobe.

’!’

"Ieeek—w-what?" She was surprised, looking at him in confusion with crystal-liquid pooled eyes.

"Shhh, stay quiet... look at me," Cruxius whispered, breath ghosting over her lips as his hands slid down, bunching up Thalia’s dress.

His fingers gripped her hips hard, digging into the soft flesh like he was trying to mold her into his hold, her parted thighs already trembling around the cock grinding slowly between them.

The heat of her skin made him growl low in his throat. Her dress was a mess, bunched up at her waist, her thighs slick, twitching, bare.

His cock pressed against her inner thighs, pulsing, thick—veins rubbing against her skin as he moved, slow, dragging himself forward again and again.

"Mhn—" Thalia’s breath caught, voice breaking into a tiny, strangled moan.

"N-no..." she tried to speak, but her voice barely made it out, like even her throat was trying to betray her. Her hands pushed against his chest, but it was weak, barely a resistance. Her palms slid uselessly down his skin, slick with sweat.

Her thighs moved, jerking, trying to clamp shut, but his grip was brutal, holding her ass firmly as he thrust forward—his cock sliding, tip bumping into the thin fabric of her panties, rubbing up against her folds like it knew exactly where to go.

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