10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 37- Seeing an Erected Baby Maker

She pleaded, but her words died a sudden death. His hand clamped over hers, sliding her palm past his navel, over the band of his trousers, and dipping right inside.

She barely had time to react before his thick, heavy cock sprang free from the confinement of his pants.

"Hicc...! ...?!"

Her breath hitched violently in her throat. The sterile, antiseptic air of the clinic was instantly overpowered by a thick, heavy musk—a pungent, intensely raw, and unapologetically male scent that seemed to flood her senses.

It was massive. The literal shadow of his hardened shaft fell across her flushed face—thick, aggressively veined, and flushed a dark, angry purple with heat. It twitched upward, bold and completely unashamed, hovering mere inches from her softly parted lips.

Seleyena’s throat worked in a slow, highly visible gulp, the delicate skin of her slender neck pulling taut.

A deep, feverish pink bloomed furiously across her usually pale complexion, extending all the way down to her exposed collarbones. Her eyelashes fluttered frantically. Her dilated pupils trembled behind her thick lenses, overwhelmed, as if her brain was short-circuiting trying to take in the sheer size of the imposing meat before her.

’I probably should have washed it first,’ Cruxius mused silently. Looking down, he noted the faint streaks of dried blood near the thick base of his shaft, coupled with the faint, glossy flakes of dried cum that contributed to the potent, intoxicating musk enveloping her face.

He didn’t offer any excuses. Instead, he simply tightened his grip on her slender wrist—his palm scorching hot, wrapping around her delicate bones like iron veiled in velvet.

With torturous, deliberate slowness, he guided her trembling hand forward, right until her soft, manicured fingertips brushed against the slick, weeping slit at his broad tip.

Bam!

"Master! Did you call for me?!" Darithi slammed the clinic door wide open, barging in like a hurricane, only to freeze dead in her tracks at the sight: the esteemed Doctor Seleyena kneeling obediently between Cruxius’s spread legs, her trembling fingers wrapped in his grip, touching the reddened, glistening head of his erection.

"Ah... I’ll come back later then," Darithi deadpanned. Her expression remained utterly blank, practically radiating the aura of an aide entirely too accustomed to such scenes. She gave a curt nod and immediately pivoted on her heel to leave.

Thump! Thump!

"Whaaaa—! N-No! Leave right now!" The interruption acted like a bucket of ice water, slapping Seleyena violently back to reality. She yanked her hand back as if burned, stumbling backward over her own heels until she landed hard on her rear.

Panicking like a frightened rabbit, she scrambled on all fours straight under the modesty panel of her large oak desk, curling into a tight ball. She hugged her knees to her chest, hiding her furiously red face as she shrieked at him.

’...’ Cruxius, who had just begun to genuinely savor the soft, hesitant warmth of her fingertips against his most sensitive flesh, slowly turned his gaze toward the now-closed door.

With a deeply unamused, blank stare, he let out a long breath and casually leaned down to pull his trousers back up.

’Sigh... Darithi, couldn’t you have been just a little bit later?’

’No, no, NO—what did I do!?’

Seleyena whimpered silently. Tucked safely out of sight beneath her heavy oak desk, she couldn’t help but bury her burning face between her knees.

The tight, black pencil skirt she wore had ridden dangerously high up her pale thighs, the restrictive fabric digging uncomfortably into her skin—but that physical discomfort was nothing compared to the sheer, suffocating heat of what she was feeling now. She had just been seen in the most indecent, compromising position imaginable.

She was a leading gynecologist, a specialist in reproductive systems. Naturally, as a doctor, human anatomy was supposed to be a mundane, everyday part of her work.

But still... she had never actually handled a living man’s private parts outside of cold, textbook cadavers during her medical rotations—and even then, it was purely clinical. Just another organ.

A biological system of function—testicles, ducts, flesh.

Dissecting it to memorize its details.

Nothing more.

This, however, was violently different.

The enclosed air beneath the desk was suddenly heavy. A pungent, musky scent clung to her clothes and skin—undeniably male, dripping with raw, unapologetic sexuality.

It wasn’t the sanitized, detached smell of rubbing alcohol and lab samples.

No, this was sweat-laced, thick, and primal. It was the kind of heavy pheromone that bypassed logic, lingered deep in the nasal cavity, and curled directly into the primitive hindbrain.

Her slender hand trembled violently.

The phantom heat of his swollen, pulsing flesh still burned against her fingertips, leaving them feeling unnervingly slick.

Hesitantly, terrified of the visual confirmation, she raised her trembling hand to eye level.

As she pressed her thumb to her forefinger and slowly pulled them apart, a thin, viscous, glistening string of his fluid stretched taut between them.

’I need to wash my hands... oh god, what did I just do...’

Again, she buried her face in her arms, lost in a dizzying spiral of confusion, shame, and an unfamiliar, deep-seated heat pooling in her lower belly.

What had gotten into her? She was usually so composed, entirely unfazed by the human body.

To her, intimacy was routine—clinical. Not something to blush over.

But perhaps... doctors were, in the end, only human too.

’Tch, just caught her off guard,’ Cruxius thought as he stepped out of the clinic cabin. His large hands adjusted his crisp shirt and fastened his leather belt with the absent-minded, languid ease of a satisfied predator. His handsome face was completely unreadable, but his mind buzzed with calculated thrill.

By emotionally prodding Seleyena and disarming her professional defenses, he had guided her—subtly, instinctively—into exposing her soft underbelly.

He hadn’t needed to push too hard.

Just enough to slip past her boundaries and into that heavily guarded mental space she rarely let anyone near. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

With just a little more effort, he had successfully planted a memory—a deeply rooted seed—that would soon bloom in the late-night dreams of a woman who had never once viewed such acts through a sexual lens.

Analyzing her personality and behavior, it had become glaringly clear to him: her sterile profession had completely desensitized her to intimacy.

Even her abysmal Libido stat confirmed it.

Despite her incredibly alluring, peach-plump body, she held zero interest in what he called pleasure.

That alone explained why, even in the future timeline he knew, she remained completely distant from men—untouched and pure. He had confirmed it from her background, scouring through every bit of intel during his past life as a supervillain.

If someone like her—powerful, breathtakingly beautiful, and infinitely valuable to the government—had even hinted at a sexual relationship, it would have at least generated whispers or hidden trails.

But there was nothing.

It proved the fact that this woman, if left to the natural progression of time, was only going to become even more numb and immune to sexual attraction.

So, he carved a completely different path.

Using her very profession against her, he approached through the vulnerability of Thalia, pulling ruthlessly on the strings of Seleyena’s compassion.

He knew exactly how to invoke that deeply buried maternal, protective instinct—the same overwhelming instinct a thirty-year-old virgin might feel when faced with something raw, unfamiliar, yet deeply human and vulnerable.

That was his opening.

And she had offered him the key to her mind, completely unknowingly.