My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 73- Seleyena is horny (2)

Chapter 73: Chapter 73- Seleyena is horny (2)

The two black SUVs sped up behind her, engines growling. Within seconds, one swung into her blind spot, the other overtaking to her front.

"What the—"

SCREECH

Seleyena slammed the brakes.

The sedan jolted violently to a stop.

Doors from both SUVs flung open. Men stepped out in swift, practiced motion—dark suits, no faces she recognized, but the air around them was unmistakably dangerous.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Five. Six men. All moving toward her, eyes locked on her windshield.

She reached for her phone—

Too late.

As her eyes widened in disbelief, the driver’s side door yanked open—

And everything went black.

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Drip... drip...

A droplet landed on her cheek.

SPLASH

Then the sudden splash of cold water brought her consciousness back with a jolt.

Seleyena’s eyes shot open.

She gasped, blinking rapidly.

’Where am I?’

Her breath fogged the chill air. Her wrists were bound to a rusted chair with coarse cable ties that bit into her skin. Ankles locked. Head pounding. Glasses askew.

She squinted through the dim light—warehouse, industrial, grimy, shadows twitching like they had claws.

"Rise and shine, doctor."

A voice, male. Arrogant. Sickly amused.

Then he stepped forward.

Stimuli.

A supervillain had just received a contract to kill a particular doctor whom he once targeted by mistake while completing his contract to deal with another woman.

Leather and dark metal armor, a mask like a mocking bat. His frame thick, his movements deliberate—oozing confidence that reeked of rot. He grinned down at her, eyes gleaming with sadism.

And as he looked at her—he licked his tongue slowly over his lips.

It appeared he just got a lucky chance to have some fun, given his client had himself, through his men, sent this woman to him—a gift in disguise.

A hungry sneer spread across his face as his eyes traveled lower, drinking her in like some kind of feast.

He said nothing yet—but his thoughts were practically steaming from his expression.

Her white hospital blouse had gone completely transparent in the soaking, plastered to her skin, outlining the swell of her breasts and the subtle shape of her black lace bra beneath.

The fabric stretched tightly over her chest, pressed so closely that even the darker outline of her areola teased through.

Her skirt clung to her hips, the damp fabric curved between her legs, revealing just how much she was unintentionally exposed.

Her thighs, glistening and parted slightly from the way she’d been tied, showed smooth skin beneath the riding hem of her skirt.

A drop of water trailed from her collarbone, slid between the valley of her breasts, and disappeared below the fabric.

Stimuli exhaled, slow and feral.

"Goddamn..." he muttered. "They said only to kill you. But this—this is delicious."

He moved closer. One hand outstretched.

His fingers twitched—hovering inches from her body. Not touching. Just reaching.

His hand stopped right before her chest, lingering in the air, but—

Badump

His heart, for a moment, seemed to stop, trembling as if he just felt a chill of death.

’What the hell?’ He was confused, making him slowly retreat his hand away from her.

Something was amiss.

But that feeling just made him recall what his aim was.

"So, doctor... how should I kill you?" he asked, clearly brought out of his lust after feeling the chill that had just killed all his mood.

But Seleyena—she wasn’t listening.

Her thoughts were a storm.

’Why am I here?’

Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths. Panic twisted her gut. Cold sweat joined the water already slicking her skin. Her legs strained against the binds.

Just chaotic, internal collapse.

’This is madness. This can’t be real.’

Yet her mind seemed to clearly feel the dread of this situation where she was literally kidnapped and tied in front of an unknown man whom she had never met.

Confusion lapsed as she looked around, knowing that by screaming she would waste her energy and might not find a solution. She seemed to be thinking.

’Tch, you are not paying attention to me.’

His hand moved again—this time straight for her neck.

But—

Crack

A pebble struck his hand.

He flinched. "What the—?"

He glanced around.

No one.

A second time, he tried again.

Crack!

Another hit. This time harder. He jerked back.

"WHO’S THERE?" he shouted, voice echoing off metal beams.

Still nothing. Just silence.

Seleyena blinked rapidly, barely processing what was happening. Her mind was screaming to catch up with itself, spinning in circles.

She didn’t understand anything—only that she couldn’t move, couldn’t cry, couldn’t fight.

Stimuli’s frustration grew.

"I see," he growled. "Just tying your body doesn’t stop the rebellion. Let’s tie your mind, too. Let’s raise that heartbeat. Let’s make even your own thoughts betray you."

He raised both hands again—power glowing as he tried to spike her lust levels, manipulate her nervous system, short-circuit her control.

’!’

Seleyena’s eyes widened.

A flood of heat rose through her body—not real, but forced.

’Iekk—!?’ Her breath hitched as her nerves twitched, as if touched by fire.

She gasped—not from arousal but panic. Her body was confused. Her brain was resisting. She didn’t want this. She wasn’t okay.

Her breath caught again. A sharp, involuntary gasp. She writhed in her restraints—not in desire, but in confusion.

’No... no... what is this?’

The warmth deepened. Her skin prickled with hypersensitivity. Her nipples stiffened under her soaked blouse, painfully erect, the fabric clinging around them like a second skin.

She tried to pull her arms inward to hide herself—instinct, shame, desperation—but the restraints held firm.

Her thighs trembled, clenching, twitching. She felt a wetness pooling between them, unwanted and undeniable.

’Haa... Haa... wh-what...’ Her breathing grew ragged—not from pleasure, but from horror.

’Why is this happening to me? What the hell is this?!’

Her mind screamed that this wasn’t real arousal. It was foreign, manipulated. Like her nerves were being puppeteered.

She clenched her jaw, tears stinging her eyes. Her hips shifted involuntarily, muscles tightening. Her body was betraying her.

’I’m not turned on. I’m not. This isn’t me.’

Stimuli saw it.

He saw everything—and his mouth curled upward with a twitch of cruel amusement.

His hands still above in midair as he cast his ability, smirking as he intentionally targeted a gift for a woman that was the strongest mind fog condition—an emotion that could temporarily numb the body.

"Well, well, look at you," he murmured, voice thick and mocking. "So you are feeling warm, eh?"

He shook his head, the previous killing intent and chill already making him numb to everything, as he just wanted to kill this woman now and run away from this haunted place.

"You doctors are all the same. You think control is in the mind—"

SKCHLT!

His words died mid-sentence.

Both arms, severed.

One clean slice.

Blood sprayed from the stumps, painting the floor in arcs of red.

"ARRRRGHHHHHHH—thud—?!!" Stimuli dropped to his knees, the scream ripping from his throat inhuman, like metal grinding on bone.

Seleyena flinched, a startled cry escaping her lips. Her muscles tensed—shocked, frozen.

Her vision blurred with tears, body still humming with the aftereffects of his power.

’Hgh.’ Her breath hitched again, but now it was from sheer fogginess and a hazy mind that seemed to make her thoughts clearly numb, with her eyes becoming hazy and her body burning with lust.

’....W-Who?’

A voice from the shadows, cold and sharp as a scalpel:

"You know, sometimes I think I go too far—cross lines most wouldn’t dare. But then I remember... the higher the risk, the louder the screams. Maybe I’m just that confident... or maybe I know I can twist fate’s arm until it begs for mercy. Just like now."

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