My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 77* - Wife... isn’t this a good status?

Chapter 77: Chapter 77* - Wife... isn’t this a good status?

His smirk sharpened into something darker.

Without a word, he let go of her wrist and grabbed

Without a word, he let go of her wrist and grabbed her exposed tit like he fucking owned it—rough, greedy, his palm swallowing the soft flesh, fingers digging in deep till she yelped.

"IEEEK—!?"

He didn’t wait.

He twisted her nipple—slow, cruel, mean—rolling it between his fingers like he wanted to make her scream. Her body jolted, the bud pulsing under his grip, and she cried out, raw and filthy.

"Ahngg!" she wailed, her hips bucking, spine arching from the savage mixture of pain and heat.

Cruxius suddenly lunged forward.

She barely had time to gasp before he tackled her backward—thump!—her back hitting the floor, the shock making her breath hitch.

In a flash, her legs were thrown over his shoulders, knees bent high, thighs shaking. He was seated between them now, knees planted, his weight pinning her hips down.

She was folded—knees kissing her own tits, skirt bunched up, panties soaked and stretched around her pussy lips.

Her wide, glassy eyes stared up at him, stunned, trembling. Her chest heaved, breasts bouncing slightly from the force, one nipple still hard and red from his earlier torment.

His hands clasped her face, aligning with his while his body kept her in that position—just enough for the angle to feel obscene, her cunt exposed fully, dripping, throbbing, her clit peeking from the puffy mess like it was begging for mercy.

He leaned down, close—so fucking close their mouths were just a breath apart.

She could feel his breath—hot, heavy, thick with want.

Her body was burning. Her ass was lifted off the floor, cunt tilted, helpless, her pussy slicking down her inner thighs as she panted.

Cruxius smirked, eyes locked on hers, and with that same velvet menace in his voice, he whispered—

"You didn’t hear anything?" he growled, voice a low threat as his hand gave her nipple another slow, punishing twist. She jerked, a cry bursting out of her throat, her body twitching uncontrollably beneath him.

"Ahngg!" she cried, hips jerking, her legs squeezing around his neck. Her entire form trembled—desire overwhelming pain, her need humiliating in its intensity.

Cruxius smirked darkly, watching her unravel.

"I’m sure you’ve noticed it... my heartbeat? It totally sounds like your moan."

And then, instead of simply dropping her legs, he slowly began to shift backward, letting her calves slide down from his shoulders as he lowered his body, his hands dragging along her inner thighs.

Seleyena’s breath hitched, her spine arching off the floor as he settled lower—face now hovering right above her soaked, trembling cunt, barely covered by the thin, dark lace of her ruined panties.

He paused, gaze locked between her legs.

A silent inspection of his own desires.

With his thumb, he began to rub her through the fabric—small, deliberate circles over her throbbing clit, feeling the heat radiating through the soaked material.

Her thighs jerked on either side of his head, her hands scrambling to clutch the tiles.

"Aah—!" she whimpered, glasses slipping halfway down her nose, eyes wide and unfocused.

"You’re drenched," he muttered, almost to himself, as though scolding her body for giving in so easily.

Then, with two fingers, he gripped the fabric at the side and spread her open, pulling the sticky lace aside to reveal the full, glistening mess beneath—puffy vulva, flushed lips, twitching and slick, her entrance fluttering wet but still the flesh at her entrance shutting her wet crack tightly as if this was unexplored territory.

His thumb slid lower... then, without warning, he pushed a finger inside. Even though the resistance allowed him to slide in just half an inch, he couldn’t stop, irrespective of the compact and tight blockage.

"Ahhnnnggghhh—!" she cried, body jolting.

He stopped. Slowly stilled his hand, then moved just a little deeper—and felt another resistance.

But instead of it coming from all directions as if like a hydraulic press, this one was like a gate blocking his path.

His eyes flicked up to her face, unreadable before looking at her rosebud, tight yet something he decided to keep for some other time given he just got another territory to claim first.

Her body was tense, trembling.

He stayed there, his finger resting against her virgin barrier, while her inner walls pressed tightly around him, the fragile layer fluttering with each of her tiny, gasping breaths.

"...Still untouched," he said lowly. Not surprised. Not smug. Just certain, given he was already aware of her nature from a past life in which she distanced herself in isolation away from men.

A complete celibacy.

Her face burned, teeth digging into her lip, eyes brimming as her walls fluttered helplessly around his unmoving finger.

Cruxius held her gaze, then withdrew, dragging the wetness down her slit as he finally pulled away and leaned back onto the floor beside her.

He reclined slowly, like a beast at rest, arms behind his head.

His pants strained visibly with the size of his cock, dark fabric tenting from the sheer force of it.

Then, voice calm and commanding:

"Do you want to continue this?"

"...haah...haah..." Seleyena’s legs slowly rested on the floor while her tilted head stared beside her at him, dazed, blinking through the fog of arousal and confusion. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.

Her gaze followed his finger which he pointed towards his pant, at the buldge.

Gulp

Seleyena’s lips quivered. Her whole body ached—core pulsing, slick dripping from her panties as she rubbed her thighs slowly, using one hand to lift herself, looking at him with desperation and need. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Y-Yes... please, Cruxius..."

"Fine then, I am yours to feast on, Wife," Cruxius said with a smile as he looked at her, dropping all his smugness, causing her body to flinch.

’!’

Her eyes fluttered. Clearly, a spark ignited in her brain as she found him referring to her with that strange title, fluttering her heart. Taken aback, she bit her lip before giving a nod.

"...okay..."

Her body tensed. A wave of shame, hunger, and fear flooded her chest. Her nipples throbbed, painfully stiff. Her voice cracked.

Cruxius exhaled, long and slow. Then reclined further, settling deep against the floor like a throne. His legs parted, the thick bulge of his cock shifting beneath taut fabric, daring her.

"I hope you show me love, Seleyena."

He tilted his head back, and his smirk widened. "This is yours now."

Seleyena’s body jolted as if struck by lightning. She rose on shaky legs, her knees wobbling, her panties so wet they clung to her puffy lips, outlining every curve of her aching slit.

Her clit pulsed, starved for touch, and her nipples strained against her bra, hard as bullets.

Standing above him, her breaths came short and fast, her chest heaving, breasts bouncing slightly with each gasp.

The sight of him—spread out, his cock barely restrained, his eyes glinting with cruel patience—lit something primal in her.

She was a trembling mess, her inexperience making her movements clumsy, almost comical, but the raw hunger in her eyes was anything but.

With trembling fingers, she reached for his belt, the metal clinking under her fumbling touch. She struggled with the buckle, her cheeks flushing redder as it defied her, her breaths puffing out in frustrated little whimpers.

She was so nervous, so silly in her desperation and awkward, that she nearly toppled over him.

Cruxius chuckled darkly. "No hands."

She froze, wide-eyed.

"A-Ah...?" she squeaked.

He didn’t move, didn’t blink.

"Mouth."

’!?’

Her whole body locked. Her pussy clenched violently, breath snagging in her throat.

"I don’t know what you might think of me when we wake up," he murmured. "But I chose you as my wife, so like one, love your husband, dear... make me forget any woman in this world."