10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 44- Slapped Doctor with his D:
The sudden, passionate outburst turned heads across the quiet hospital corridor.
Patients, nurses, even passing interns froze—their attention locked on the tall, impeccably composed man and the beautiful, furious woman trembling at his side.
"Sigh, I’d prefer you not be angry," Cruxius said evenly. His dark eyes remained calm as he leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from her ear. Her chest heaved heavily with emotion, brushing dangerously close to his solid chest, her glare locked onto him—unwavering, burning. Yet he didn’t flinch. Close enough to feel the warmth of her rapid breath and smell her sweet scent, he whispered, "Because with anger... your flushed face looks even more ravishing."
"Damn you—!" Thalia’s delicate fist flew, wild and impulsive—but he had already moved. A dark smirk curled his handsome lips as he turned smoothly, his steps entirely unbothered, heading straight for the cabin.
"You are a shameless pervert..." she muttered, this time loud enough for him to hear, deep frustration still clinging to her tone—but the fury was now mixed with a strange, flushed embarrassment that made her skin tingle.
"Nope. I’m not. I’m just a healthy man who wants to leave behind a very thorough legacy," Cruxius said without looking back, waving a large hand casually as if clearing the air of any doubt.
"Legacy, my ass," Thalia muttered under her breath as she trailed after him, the sharp click of her heels and the gentle sway of her hips announcing her irritation.
"That’s definitely one of my legacies—"
Cruxius began with a sly, knowing smile, but his arrogant words were cut short as the wooden door before him suddenly opened.
Krieek.
Thud.
"Oww—y-you?" Dr. Seleyena stumbled slightly, rubbing her forehead. She had just been about to leave the cabin, her white coat slightly wrinkled, exhausted from a long day of chaos and desperate for a moment’s rest. The absolute last person she wanted to see was now standing right in her way—again.
"Oh, Doctor Seleyena, I was just about to—" Cruxius began, fully intending to offer her a lucrative position at one of his private hospitals. It was the perfect excuse to keep the voluptuous doctor close, perhaps even appoint her as his personal medical advisor. But she seemed... off. Her delicate hands trembled visibly as she fumbled to adjust her glasses, her ample chest rising and falling in shallow, panicked breaths.
"I... me... Leave—my bad—I mean, my head hurts. Please excuse me, Sir Cruxius..." she stammered, her voice breathless and tight. Her gaze instantly fell to the floor, actively avoiding his waistline, and she tried to slip past his massive frame, but he didn’t budge enough to let her through.
"Wait. You don’t look okay," Cruxius said, his dark eyebrows narrowing slightly as he noticed her heavily disoriented state. Her voice trembled, her words were a jumbled mess, and her face was flushed a deep, unnatural crimson. Gently, he reached out his large hand to touch her forehead—checking for a fever.
But she recoiled instantly, letting out a sharp gasp and stumbling back as if the mere threat of his physical touch burned her very soul.
"Sir Cruxius, p-please let me go. I request you," Seleyena pleaded, her hand tightly pressed against her cheek now, her gaze rising with a fragile, terrifying tension. Her eyes shimmered behind her lenses—not with tears, but with something far heavier. Dark, mortifying memories of a thick, heavy weight slapping across her skin.
"I..." Cruxius paused. He wanted to argue, wanted to demand she explain what had happened to shake her so thoroughly. But her flushed, panting condition felt... strange.
He hadn’t been gone long, yet she looked completely flustered, thoroughly shaken, as if she had just engaged in something deeply inappropriate.
Was it lingering embarrassment over what happened earlier? Or something else entirely? His gaze drifted lazily down to her soft hand, which she kept rubbing frantically against her cheek, right where a faint, rosy redness lingered.
A toothache, maybe?
He exhaled, amused by her trembling form, and offered instead, "Fine. But you’ll need to become my personal health care assistant."
"O...kay..." she mumbled, her glossy lips parting. She clearly wasn’t even processing his heavy words. All she wanted was to get away from his overwhelming, masculine presence—now.
As soon as he shifted his weight, giving her a tiny opening, she slipped through his shadow like a startled, trembling deer, vanishing quickly down the hallway, her hips swaying subtly beneath her lab coat.
Cruxius watched her retreating figure go, his eyes lingering on her curves, while the few doctors nearby exchanged bewildered glances.
It was the very first time any of them had seen the usually stern, perfectly composed Dr. Seleyena looking so... deliciously unprofessional.
"She’s in a hurry, it seems."
Thalia, standing beside Cruxius, heard one of the doctors mutter while watching Dr. Seleyena’s retreating back disappear down the hallway, her hips swaying subtly beneath her lab coat.
Considering how she’d just spoken with the woman—how mature and understanding Seleyena had been, even showing genuine sympathy toward her—Thalia found it hard to believe the dignified doctor would act like a flustered schoolgirl for no reason.
"So, you did something with her too, didn’t you?" Thalia muttered, narrowing her emerald eyes, her chest rising and falling indignantly.
The doctor’s heavily flushed state, the trembling hands, and the rapid breathing the moment she noticed Cruxius made it far too obvious.
That reaction wasn’t normal. Not from someone as composed as Seleyena. Not unless he had done his usual, overwhelmingly perverted nonsense again.
"What? Why do you always think it’s me?" Cruxius looked away from where Dr. Seleyena had gone and turned to Thalia, his dark eyebrows raised in lazy disbelief.
She had accused him—again—without a single shred of proof.
And what was with the ’pervert’ tag he got when she had just met him yesterday?
He hadn’t even fully processed what might have happened in that clinic room, and yet she’d already made her firm judgment. He sighed, slightly disappointed that she still saw him as some feral beast who couldn’t keep his massive cock in his pants.
"...So, you’re saying you didn’t do anything?" Thalia’s voice was heavy with deep suspicion, her arms crossing under her breasts, inadvertently pushing her soft cleavage up for his viewing pleasure.
She still remembered Seleyena’s face—flushed a deep, shameful crimson near the ears—right after she’d bumped into Cruxius at the doorway.
The doctor had practically fled the scene, and Thalia had caught every detail. He looked perfectly innocent now, his hands casually in his pockets, but Thalia wasn’t buying it.
"You can just ask Darithi if you don’t believe me." Cruxius shook his head, giving a brief, confident glance to Darithi. "Tell her the truth."
Of course, there had been a moment—Seleyena had knelt submissively in front of his naked thighs, and her soft, trembling finger may have brushed the slick tip of his shaft.
But it wasn’t like he’d done anything.
She was just being a thorough doctor, checking her patient’s heavily aroused penis for the first time.
"...Um, Master, you slapped Miss Seleyena with your dick," Darithi said flatly, her eyes vacant, but her husky voice utterly obedient under his pressure. She told it exactly like it was, completely unfiltered and painfully vivid.
"...What?"
