My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 75- You are not a Vulgar Woman

Chapter 75: Chapter 75- You are not a Vulgar Woman

The beeping of machines. The clinical scent of disinfectant. Cruxius stood by Seleyena’s side—her body strapped to the monitoring systems, her cheeks flushed crimson, her skin gleaming with sweat under the pale hospital lights.

A female doctor entered, flanked by two nurses.

As she entered, within the room was a woman lying on the bed, two others standing nearby, and the third—a man—whose eyes lingered on her for a moment, as if sending a secret, knowing glance.

The doctor’s eyes scanned the vitals and readouts quickly, her brows knitting together. She had already been informed about the dialogues she was meant to say.

She wasn’t here to offer a remedy—but to play her part.

"This isn’t a drug." Her voice was firm, clinical. "She’s under the influence of a supernatural hormonal surge. An ability—possibly psychic in nature—targeting her endocrine balance. If not stabilized, it could result in multi-organ failure or even death."

’!?’

’N-No...’ Seleyena lay there, clenching the bedsheet beneath her in a desperate attempt to control the jolts wracking her body. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, her mind already hazy—unable to process whether the doctor was telling the truth.

The only thought echoing inside her was how she was going to die... just like that.

"A-Are you KIDDING ME?!"

’!?!’

But what shocked everyone—even Seleyena, who was barely holding back the inner storm of lust—was the sudden outburst. She turned, slightly taken aback, only to find Cruxius glaring at the doctor, his expression clearly enraged.

’...Why...’ Seleyena was confused. She couldn’t understand why he was acting this way. Even before, he had behaved so dangerously, and despite her constant doubts, here he was—angry for her. Even though, clearly, he was a stranger.

"P-Please control yourself, sir..." The doctor—a middle-aged woman—was clearly rattled. She hadn’t expected such a reaction, especially after giving him the script he was supposed to follow. Slightly bewildered, she quickly composed herself and returned to the lines she had to deliver.

"We can’t purge something like this without killing the host. Her body needs to find hormonal balance on its own." The doctor pulled out a small syringe. "What we can do is suppress her consciousness temporarily. Let her rest. Maybe her system will recalibrate while she sleeps."

She flicked the needle, then gently injected it into Seleyena’s arm—not even glancing at Cruxius or anyone else. She simply wanted to leave the room as quickly as possible. That sudden scream and the anger in his gaze made it feel like he might kill her at any moment.

Even though, naturally, she was just doing what she’d been told.

The liquid shimmered faintly... not that anyone noticed.

Except Cruxius.

He already knew.

He had made sure the sedative was fake—just water, infused with a microscopic dose of sensory stimulant. Just enough to keep her lucid.

Lucid enough to remember this soon-to-be intense night... and vulnerable enough to take the approach herself—making him appear the victim.

The doctor gave a final nod and turned. "We’ve done all we can. Now it’s up to her body..."

As she turned, she suddenly halted—realizing her role wasn’t over just yet. There was one final step. Turning back toward the two women—the next hurdle to remove, as per the money she’d received—she said, "Um, you two ladies, I need to have a very important talk with both of you... would you mind accompanying me?"

"...Sorry?" Ytrisia looked confused, glancing at the doctor. She was just about to voice a suggestion about some healing superheroes who might reverse the effect, but was abruptly cut off.

"Let’s talk with the doctor first. Master will come soon enough," Darithi said, glancing at Cruxius. Seeing his composed gaze and their near-invisible exchange of signals, she understood. She grabbed Ytrisia’s arm and pulled her toward the door, following the doctor.

After all, it wasn’t the first time she had understood his intentions.

"But—!?—click." Before Ytrisia could voice her suspicions, Darithi pulled her out.

The door clicked shut.

Silence.

’Now, I... come on, woman, are you kidding me?’ Cruxius, who had arranged so many things for this drama, turned toward Seleyena and found her lying there, eyes closed as if she had fallen asleep.

He stood beside the hospital bed for a moment, debating whether he should leave—quiet, still. But then his eyes trailed over her body.

Seleyena lay there—skin warm and damp with sweat. Her wet, white, thin shirt revealed the faint outline of a black bra clinging to her curves, thin enough to trace the shape of her body. Her chest rose and fell in fast, uneven breaths. Her nipples pushed against the fabric, stiff from the cold air—or maybe from the dream she was trapped in.

’A last try... no forcing.’ As a gentleman, he gave one final chance.

He leaned in slowly, pretending to check on her.

Then... he hugged her.

It looked soft. Gentle. Like he cared.

But he pressed his hips forward, just enough. Her breasts flattened under the pressure of his body.

He felt them—soft, full, real—through the fabric. Her scent, warm and slightly sweet, filled his lungs. Even unconscious, her body reacted—a soft twitch, a tiny whimper slipping from her lips.

His hand ran slowly through her hair.

"I need to leave, Seleyena," he whispered close to her ear. "Maybe this will be the last time we see each other."

He started to pull away and turned, already thinking that maybe his acceptance was futile... that all his planning had come to nothing.

Thud!

Something slammed into his back. He lost balance and crashed hard onto the cold hospital floor.

"What the—?!"

He turned his head—and froze.

Seleyena was on top of him.

Her eyes were open now, glossy and hot. Her lips trembled, and her body shook as she climbed onto his lap, spreading her thighs wide. Her legs trembled as they settled over his thighs on either side.

The black pencil skirt had ridden high—up to her hips. Just underneath, a pair of soft black panties stretched over her milky white thighs, the thin fabric already dripping with wetness.

He could feel her—warm and wet—pressing down right on the bulge in his pants.

Her hips shifted, just slightly at first.

"Haa... hahh..." Her breath came out in soft moans, more animal than human.

Her thighs clenched tighter around him, grinding her soaked panties against the bulge in his pants.

Her whole body was trembling with need, even as her face burned with shame.

"D-Don’t leave me..." she whispered, voice broken.

Cruxius looked up at her like a man watching a puzzle fall into place.

She was trembling not because she was weak, but because she was falling.

He brought a hand to her cheek.

"You’re not out of control, Seleyena," he murmured. "You’re just... finally telling the truth."

She flinched at the words. Her eyes filled with tears—but her hips moved again.

Once.

Then again.

And again.

Her soaked panties made soft, wet sounds as they rubbed over his hardness.

Her clit pressed perfectly against the button of his pants. Her body arched slightly, her mouth falling open in a silent moan.

"I hate this," she whispered. "I hate how you make me feel... I don’t act like this... I’m not a vulgar woman... I’m not..."

But her panties said otherwise.

So did her thighs, tightening.

So did her fingers, gripping his shirt like she’d fall apart if she let go.

"You’re not a vulgar woman," Cruxius said, voice like silk. "You’re just reacting as you should towards the man you love."

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