My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 76* - Slow Burn Moment

Chapter 76: Chapter 76* - Slow Burn Moment

Seleyena’s tear-streaked face was a mess of lust and shame—cheeks flushed, lips swollen and parted, glasses fogged and slipping.

Sweat clung to her forehead, damp strands of dark hair sticking to her skin as her eyes, wide and glazed, begged without words.

Her hips moved on instinct—grinding slow and desperate against Cruxius, chasing friction, chasing fire.

Her panties were soaked through—barely clinging to her, transparent with wetness, outlining every plump curve of her aching slit. Her clit throbbed, starved for contact.

Every rub dragged a moan from her throat—"Mmh... haaah... aah..."—cracked, raw, helpless.

Cruxius didn’t touch her. Not yet.

He just sat there, dark eyes locked on hers, cold and calculating—his face calm, but his body all tension. Power.

His shirt stretched tight over a broad chest, muscles flexing as he simply watched her fall apart. A rogue strand of hair fell over his brow, sharp and wild.

His cock strained against his pants, thick and waiting, as she rutted against it—soaking the fabric, her folds grinding shamelessly along the length.

She was fucking herself on him, reduced to nothing but heat and instinct.

Her shirt clung to her sweaty body, tight against the swell of her breasts. Buttons strained. Her nipples jabbed through the fabric, stiff and needy, screaming to be freed.

Panting, she collapsed against his neck, gasping into his skin. "Haaah... please... do something."

The slick mess between her legs soaked his crotch—hot, sticky, her clit catching on the hard ridge of his cock through the cloth.

Her pussy clenched around emptiness, aching for him.

"Seleyena, control yourself. You can’t act like this," Cruxius murmured, voice sharp—but his fingers betrayed him.

They were on her ass now, rough and possessive, spreading her cheeks wider, grinding her deeper into him.

Her hips twitched. "Aaah!"

The pressure on her pussy—her soaked panties pressing tight against her clit, teasing her entrance—sent shockwaves up her spine.

His hands slid up under her skirt. In one jerk, the fabric bunched around her waist, exposing trembling thighs and the soaked mess between them.

Her panties were wrecked—pulled tight between her swollen lips, every fold visible, the cloth so damp it clung like skin.

Cool air hit her exposed heat, and she whimpered.

"Sob... mmh... w-why, do you hate me?" she whispered, licking his neck, her tongue wet and shaky, tasting the salt on his skin.

Her tits mashed against his chest, nipples rock hard under her shirt, grinding slowly with every shaky breath.

Her thighs trembled, hips shuddering, the front of his pants now soaked with her slick.

She lifted her head, teary eyes meeting his—red-rimmed, fogged glasses slipping low.

Everything about her begged.

She tried to speak—but her breath hitched, words lost to moans.

"...What do you see in my eyes, Seleyena?" Cruxius asked coldly, fingers digging harder into her soft ass.

She could barely speak—her pussy clenching, lips slick and twitching beneath the ruined scrap of fabric.

"M-me... I see myself," she stammered, hips rocking, tears threatening to fall again as her reflection stared back in his dark, unflinching gaze.

Her shirt clung to her, breasts rising and falling with every breath, nipples now aching under the strained button that held it all together.

"I don’t see sincerity in your words," he muttered flatly.

With a tug, he yanked her panties tighter between her folds, dragging the cloth against her clit, grinding it over her twitching hole.

"Nngh—w-wait...!" she choked out, shaking.

Her pussy clenched, hips jolting. A moan ripped from her chest.

"Ohh! C-Cruxius, Stop!"

Snap

The elastic slapped against her ass—sharp, loud.

"Ahhh!" she yelped, pain blooming hot across her soft skin. The sting only made her wetter.

He grabbed her again, rough, as if her cries didn’t matter. They didn’t.

He shoved her up—her tits dragging across his chest, shirt sticking, nipples so stiff they almost tore through the fabric.

She stumbled, breasts nearly suffocating him as they spilled forward.

Her face flushed scarlet. "A-aah, w-wait! I-I fell..."

She struggled to pull back, but his face was buried between her tits now—his hot breath soaking through her shirt, lips brushing damp cotton.

Her shirt strained to hold everything. One button. Just one.

Her nipples throbbed under the wet fabric, stiff and swollen from the friction, from his mouth so close, his breath so hot.

She felt anxious that he might suffocate due to her, without realizing that he was doing it to himself, as most of her body was becoming numb.

"Seleyena, lift yourself," he growled, his lips brushing her shirt as he clamped his teeth around the shirt’s only button, tugging slow and dirty.

Pop.

The button snapped free.

Her breasts spilled out, bouncing heavily.

Her black bra clung tight, the thin fabric stretched from how swollen her tits were, the top edge sliding up just enough for her perky mounds to start spilling from underneath.

One nipple slipped free, hard and tight like a bullet, the cold air hitting it instantly.

"Nngh!" she whimpered, a sharp gasp escaping as the chill hit her exposed skin, her nipple tightening even more, the friction from her bra driving her crazy.

Her head rolled back, mouth open, panting out foggy breaths—but she didn’t get a moment to react.

Cruxius yanked her in.

Their bodies slammed together, her tits squashed against his chest. Her stiff, sensitive nipples dragged across the fabric of his shirt, sending lightning through her.

He reached down, hands gripping her hips, and pressed his thumb between her ass cheeks—right against her untouched, hidden hole. Like he was pressing a button.

She jolted.

"Ahh... haah!" she cried out, her ass jerking as his thumb circled her tiny, twitching asshole through the panties. The fabric sank in just enough to make her squirm, her body betraying her again.

Her pussy clenched, her juices dripping down her thighs, her legs trembling as she tried to hold herself up.

She was a sloppy, horny mess—tits bouncing, cunt aching, clit throbbing so hard it hurt.

"P-please..." she begged again, voice cracking, face buried in his neck, licking him like she needed his taste to survive.

"Mmmh..." she moaned into his skin, her nipples dragging over his chest again, her hips moving with no control, grinding harder, chasing the edge.

"Aaah! Ohh... Hngh!" she cried out, humping him like she didn’t care anymore, her body on fire, her pussy clenching like it already had his cock inside and didn’t want to let go.

Cruxius smirked.

He could feel her coming apart, piece by piece—but he wasn’t about to rush.

He knew once the sun rose, he would become an assaulter who took advantage of a woman in a clear drugged state, or at least not in her right mind, which he might handle tomorrow. But he needed visual grounds to appear as a gentleman.

So he took his time, pushing her just to the edge and holding her there.

"You asked me if I hate you, didn’t you?" Cruxius grabbed her wrist suddenly, fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp and pull her way to make her sit back.

"Wh-what..." Her teary eyes seemed confused about his reaction, now seated and looking in confusion as to why he was separating her from him.

He dragged her trembling hand to his chest, pressing it hard against the center—right over his heart.

His shirt was damp with heat of her body, his chest firm and unmoving beneath her palm.

"Listen to my heartbeat," he said, voice low, demanding.

Seleyena stared at him, her body still grinding subtly, breath hitching. She focused—waited—but after a second, her brow furrowed and she whispered, almost confused, "I... I don’t hear anything."

"....."

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