My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 74 - Is Cruxius a gentleman?

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 - Is Cruxius a gentleman?

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"Y-you?" The sudden voice sent a ripple of shock through the mind of Stimuli, who halted, turning toward the direction where, through the silhouette, a man walked—both hands in his pockets—his face slowly revealing itself.

Raven hair and the same black eyes, deeper than the darkness surrounding him, and a smirk on his face.

But what startled Stimuli more was the fact that the one behind this kidnapping—and his client—was none other than the heir of the Blac Corporation.

The same man who now stood in front of him, making him confused, especially when he noticed two other women following closely behind.

There was visible tension stretching across his face as he inquired, "What are you—skchlt—!"

However, before he could complete his sentence, within the reflection of his eyes, he clearly saw that man take out a pen and throw it with such precision that it became the source of the pain radiating from Stimuli’s neck.

His voice stopped.

"Cough!—thud." He fell, grabbing at his neck where the pen was lodged, now glowing with a purple light that slowly vanished.

The speed of the pen, enhanced by kinetic energy, had been fast enough to pierce his neck in a way that caused blood to gush in a spray—the pulmonary vein pierced—his body falling forward like a ragdoll.

"Hghh—?" Seleyena’s breath hitched.

Her body squirmed ever so slightly as her knees pressed together, thighs subtly rubbing in a desperate attempt to quell the heat that refused to die down.

Her skin felt too tight for her flesh, the silk of her shirt clinging to every curve as her chest rose and fell in shallow pants.

The chaos around meant nothing—her eyes were locked on him.

Cruxius.

Even with her blurred vision, she could tell it was him, especially from his voice and that unique appearance—where the darkness around his silhouette didn’t dim his allure; if anything, it magnified it.

That lazy smirk on his face, the cocky sway of his approach, the hands in his pockets like he didn’t just murder a man in front of her—it made her stomach twist into a knot of aching need.

She didn’t know what was happening to her, but it was clear that she was under the effect of a drug—an aphrodisiac—and a very strong one. She was losing her mind.

Her thoughts kept drifting back to that day—looking at him, imagining things completely vulgar.

Her eyes moved toward his pants as he walked.

Gulp.

She swallowed instinctively as her body trembled with want, but her mind... it lagged, confused, heated, drunk off the haze of her own arousal.

His voice struck her like a spark, raw and familiar.

"It’s me, Seleyena."

Her lips parted, but words failed her.

’N-no... wa... wait...’ Her brows furrowed, shaking her head as if trying to wake up from a fever dream.

Her pupils dilated, blinking rapidly, face flushed deep red—yet her body betrayed no confusion.

No resistance. The warmth in her core was spreading like fire through dry grass.

She could feel her lower region becoming wet, the tightness in her chest, her throat going dry, while her lips let saliva slip.

"You’re..." Her voice came out breathless, as if even speaking his name would make her lose control.

Her mind, which had never once engaged in intimacy—not even with visual stimulants like videos—had mostly been entangled in her profession. But now, for the first time, it craved something.

That something she didn’t fully understand, except for the image that resurfaced in her mind... that throbbing, veiny cock she saw that day belonging to him.

It was slow and confusing, how her mind wouldn’t listen to her.

As he finally approached her, standing close, her hazy eyes seemed to wonder what was underneath his pants, and she leaned slightly forward to smell or at least get some hint of that pungent odor.

’!’

’...No, what am I....’ She instantly jolted back, averting her head as it again lowered due to numbness.

Cruxius, who was just observing her from above, dropped his smirk as he saw her still sane enough to suppress her mental urges.

He switched to a different approach—which was to break her remaining defenses.

His fingers, strong and deliberate, worked them off as if instead of undoing rope, he were undressing her, making his knuckles brush over her body... by mistake.

"Cru... umhn..." Seleyena whimpered, her thighs now fully clenched, breath short and hot against her lips.

Before she could collapse from the sheer tension curling in her belly, his arms slipped under her legs and back.

Princess carry.

She gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as her body melted into him like she belonged nowhere else.

Her thighs quivered, her nipples pebbled against the thin fabric of her dress, and the way he held her—with that same cocky, dangerous smirk—made her want to tear the world apart if it meant she’d get to be ruined by him next.

’N-no, control yourself or else...’ Even in the foggy state, she realized that this was the same as what happened with that girl.

She was in a drugged state, and whatever craving she felt, she might even give him her consent in this state, even though it was just her being influenced by external factors.

She didn’t want to form any physical relationship with a man whom she didn’t love, but she felt that he might take advantage of the situation.

Her fingers went numb as she tried to grip his collar, trying to warn him if he did something wrong.

There was haziness.

Her glasses slid down her face, yet she pressed against him, trying to feel the firmness of his chest by rubbing her own.

"S-stop, Cruxius... I—" she finally managed, with complete determination, voicing her protest despite the electric sensation of her breasts pressed against his chest.

"Ungh", The whole experience was overwhelming—and not something she wanted like this.

"Let’s go to the hospital. We need to detoxify her or else—"

However, to her surprise—where she thought he was going to take advantage—she saw a panicked expression.

That smirk she thought she saw had shifted into clear panic as he sprinted while carrying her toward the car. Her hands dangled.

Her eyes looked at him in confusion, unable to understand if she had misunderstood the whole situation.

And in that moment—where she felt that maybe she misjudged him—her mental defenses weakened.

In her already intoxicated state, they simply shattered.

Exactly what Cruxius wanted.