10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 36 - Showing off Doctor She’s never seen before
"Wh-what—!?" Seleyena tripped over her own feet, her sensible heels clicking sharply against the floor as she barely managed to steady herself. Her trembling fingers darted up to fix the clasp of her clipboard. Flustered as she was, her mind scrambled, desperately hoping she had misheard him. Yet, the deep timber of his request still echoed clearly in her ears.
Her brain simply refused to process it.
’What a woman,’ Cruxius mused, deeply amused by her frantic reaction. She looked endearingly silly trying to play it off, pushing up her thick, black-framed spectacles with slender, trembling fingers.
Her lips, painted a striking shade of red, parted slightly in disbelief, standing out gorgeously against her flushed, milky-white skin.
That awkward, professional front only amplified the raw feminine charm radiating from her body. She possessed lush, peach-like curves that her clinical attire couldn’t quite hide. Cruxius’s gaze naturally dropped to her heavy bust. With her quick, panicked breaths, the thin fabric of her blouse stretched taut across her breasts, tracing the faint, pebble-like outlines of her hardening nipples. Through the slight gap between her crisp white doctor’s coat and her unbuttoned collar, the delicate embroidery of a black floral bra peeked through, a stark contrast to her pristine uniform.
"Miss Seleyena, I meant there’s a lingering pain in my lower region. Can you... check it?" Cruxius tilted his head, his hand trailing down his abdomen to point directly at the heavy bulge at his crotch. He winced, playing the patient perfectly as his dark eyes locked with hers, then flicked deliberately down to her hands.
He couldn’t help but imagine how those fingers—soft, clinical, yet incredibly precise from years of medical training—would feel wrapping around him.
"Wh-what? But I’m a gynecologist, how can I—" Seleyena stumbled over her words as the reality of his request fully registered. A furious crimson blush spread down her neck and disappeared into her cleavage. She waved both hands in front of her, as if trying to physically push the scandalous misunderstanding away. "I-I’m not specialized in that area—!"
But she was smoothly cut off.
"Ah, right... I forgot. I’m just a man, unlike Thalia," Cruxius murmured, his voice dipping into a wounded, self-deprecating calm. He placed a hand over his face, playing the picture of defeat, though he secretly peeked through the gaps of his fingers to savor her shifting expressions.
Her reaction was instantaneous. Her hands clenched, her slender arms stiffening.
"Stop! I already told you, it’s not like that!" Seleyena’s voice cracked, thick with genuine guilt. She had judged him harshly before, and despite her previous apologies, his quiet words pierced her conscience all over again—too casually, too deliberately. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Driven by a surge of apologetic desperation, she stepped out from behind the safety of her desk. Her strides were brisk, the white coat fluttering behind her as she closed the distance until she stood directly between his spread knees.
Then, throwing caution to the wind, she reached down and clasped both of his hands. Her eyes, magnified slightly by her glasses, locked onto his—dark, emotional, and painfully sincere.
"Please trust me, Mr. Cruxius. I am really, truly sorry for my earlier judgment." Her grip tightened on his hands. It was firm, earnest, and unapologetically strong.
Her own boldness surprised her—standing so close, leaning over a half-naked, intensely masculine patient.
But what caught Cruxius off guard wasn’t her heartfelt apology. It was the electrifying feel of her touch.
Her manicured nails grazed the backs of his hands—just sharp enough to send a shiver down his spine, yet soft enough to make him crave more. Her palms were feverishly warm, smooth, and slightly damp with nervous sweat as they pressed firmly against his skin.
This wasn’t the timid, fleeting touch of a flustered girl. It was the confident, grounded grip of a woman accustomed to holding scalpels—steady, precise, and possessing a hidden strength.
’What if...’ The intrusive thought flared up again, hot and heavy.
’What if she held my cock with that exact same grip?’
’Show her status.’ He commanded silently, curious to see the hidden depths of the gorgeous, naive doctor standing so close to his lap.
[
Name: Seleyena Verille
Rank: Unranked
Role: Human / Support
Ability: None
— Healing Aura (Core Ability – Unawakened)
Rank: S
Emits a 100-meter radius aura that continuously heals and buffs allies.
Grants 100% immunity to poison, debuffs, and negative status effects.
Boosts strength, agility, and endurance. Healing regeneration occurs steadily while within the aura.
— Latent Ability – Unawakened
Rank: SS
Tied to intimacy, this ability empowers individuals bonded with the user through physical connection.
Grants the bonded partner instant regeneration and all benefits of Healing Aura without distance limitations.
Deterioration: Effects diminish after 4 hours, negligible after 24, unless intimacy is renewed.
Both abilities are currently dormant.
Core Stats:
Strength: E
Agility: E
Endurance: D
Intellect: A
Charisma: A+
Libido: F
]
’!’
’This...’ Cruxius scanned the translucent window. He was already aware of her legendary Healing Aura—the one that had earned her the moniker of ’Saint’ within the medical world. But that second ability... that was entirely new information.
It made perfect sense. After her awakening, the government had instantly scooped her up. Given her rule-abiding nature, she had easily bought into the system, effectively isolating herself in a sterile, clinical world. Her usefulness made her too valuable a resource, constantly monitored and shielded. She wasn’t even allowed to freely mingle with men. And she herself had shown no interest anyway, hyper-aware that most only approached her to exploit her miraculous powers.
Because of that extreme purity and isolation, her latent, intimacy-driven ability had remained completely dormant.
’Is this a sign?’ Cruxius wondered, his eyes raking over her flushed, beautiful face and heaving chest. ’A gift from fate?’
’She’s practically tailor-made for me.’
With quiet resolve and a sudden, dominant edge, he shifted his weight. He reached out, placing one large hand firmly on her shoulder, while his other hand captured her wrist, guiding her palm flat against his bare, muscled chest.
’!’
"Wh-what—" Her voice caught in her throat. She could feel the steady, powerful thud of his heart against her palm. Before she could pull away, his hand on her shoulder pressed down, a gentle but irresistible force. She blinked behind her glasses, utterly confused, until his low voice cut through the sterile air of the clinic.
"Kneel."
"S-Sorry?" Seleyena gasped, certain she had misheard him. But as she looked up, the expression on Cruxius’s face—dark, intense, and terrifyingly composed—left zero room for misinterpretation. Slowly, inexorably, his grip on her wrist dragged her hand lower.
"These surface wounds ache a bit, Doctor... but the one inflicted in my lower region hurts far more. Please, just take a professional look," he urged softly.
Yielding to his pressure, her knees buckled slightly. Her long, delicate fingers were dragged over the warm, ridged terrain of his abdomen. Cruxius possessed the kind of ruggedly sculpted, thick-muscled physique typical of a man who fought hard and played harder—a broad, solid chest and clearly defined abdominal lines that disappeared beneath his waistband.
"I-I, n-no, wait, let me get my gloves—" Seleyena stammered, her face practically radiating heat. The sheer masculinity rolling off him was making her dizzy. She tried to twist away, to retreat to the safety of her medical protocols, but his hands were unrelenting. With a slow, insistent pressure, he forced her down until both her knees hit the cold floor right between his spread thighs.
"Wa-wait, Mr. Cruxius, I can call a male doctor for this—!"
