10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 46 - Realizing the presence of a Super Villain who seduces MILFs
[Scene Rating: Mature - Suggestive Themes]
LIVE from NNTV News—
"We’re standing at the ruins of what was once the regional cartoon broadcasting center. Behind me—"
The camera panned to a colossal, lifeless husk of a centipede—its thick, armored body cracked, smoldering, and twitching in its final death throes.
"—the creature responsible for terrorizing this block, crushed beyond recognition. Eyewitnesses say a young villain escaped moments before authorities arrived. The motive remains unclear, but damage is estimated in the millions."
Dust still clung to the thick, humid air. Ash and the sharp scent of ozone lingered like static on the skin.
"No word yet from the Hero Association on who responded to the attack—"
Just behind the chaos, out of frame—while the voices of dray porters faded into the background—Volta stood with her arms crossed beneath her heavy breasts, watching the boy sob quietly in the back of an unmarked van. He was wrapped in a crinkled emergency blanket, his eyes red and swollen.
No cameras had caught her landing. No news anchor knew the truth: the strike had been a single, devastating blow. Clean. Efficient. No casualties.
Now, the adrenaline was fading, leaving her body flushed with heat. Her tight, violet spandex clung fiercely to her sweat-slicked curves, dipping deeply into her cleavage and riding up high on her thick thighs. Every breath she took pushed her ample chest against the restrictive material.
"So, why did you do it?" Ytrisia asked, her voice softening slightly as she leaned forward, her posture inadvertently giving the shadows of the van a clear view of her deep neckline. Her gaze settled on the boy she had just saved—perhaps from destruction, or perhaps from a label that would ruin his life. There was anger in him, yes. But no one to guide him. No one to tell him that his powers might define his future.
"Noona—sniff—they canceled my favorite cartoon show," the child cried, both hands wiping tears from his dirty cheeks, a tiny centipede resting on his head. The creature shifted gently, as if trying to comfort him.
Volta narrowed her sharp eyes, her plush lips pressing together.
’A centipede controller?’ She noted how another small, almost cute centipede crawled onto the boy’s trembling shoulder, attempting to console him. Something about it felt entirely off.
"How did your centipede get armor?" Walter asked, stepping up beside Ytrisia. His voice was sharp with deep suspicion, his eyes flicking briefly to the taut line of Ytrisia’s hips before focusing back on the kid. That creature hadn’t just appeared—it had military-grade gear, an aerodynamic design, and degradation from heavy use. That wasn’t a random mutation or mere child’s play. Someone had given it real, highly expensive equipment.
"It was an uncle," the boy murmured, shivering. "He told me I should visit the channel myself and make them continue the show..."
He sniffled again, recalling how, just that morning at the hospital, he’d cried to his mother about the show’s sudden cancellation.
An unfamiliar, incredibly handsome man had approached them. He gave his mother a sleek black card, and the boy remembered how his mother’s reaction had instantly changed. She had flushed a deep red, her breathing hitching as she looked up at the tall man, acting as submissive and eager as if she were meeting a celebrity. He then smoothly took both of them for a ride in a massive, expensive car.
According to his mother, who couldn’t take her eyes off the man’s broad shoulders, he was a highly trustworthy person.
So, the boy did the same and obediently followed his words, especially since the man promised to give his mother another big house, and his mom had practically begged him to do whatever the handsome uncle said.
The man had explained that superheroes should not be trusted; they are bad people who ruin things.
He even gave cool new clothes to his giant centipede... which was now dead.
"What? Where did you meet him? Did he know you had powers? Did he give you those tools?" Ytrisia’s eyes narrowed further, her body tensing as the pieces clicked together. The sudden movement made the slick material of her suit rub together audibly at her thighs.
From the confidential reports she had, the boy had just awakened his power and was about to begin a foundation course at the Academy—right after receiving a routine medical fitness certificate from the hospital.
So how, in just a few short hours, had some random man managed to equip him, effortlessly manipulate him and his mother, and incite this much destruction?
It didn’t add up. Not without top-tier access. Not without deep connections, an established underworld network, and a dark plan already in motion—this was virtually impossible for a common thug.
"I went to the hospital for the certificate... Mom wanted it for my admission. That’s where I met the uncle who..." He coughed, his small body clearly struggling, not due to physical pain, but a sudden, terrifying realization about how he was currently spilling secrets to a hero about that very uncle. "Big sis... can we talk tomorrow? I feel sleepy."
He looked completely drained—understandable, considering he had violently pushed his raw power to its absolute limit.
His ability wasn’t just to control centipedes. He could evolve them—enhance their physical traits drastically in a single, explosive swoop.
But doing so drained his tiny body entirely.
And that centipede—his last giant one—had already been brutally killed by this voluptuous superhero seated in front of him.
Just like the handsome uncle had warned him.
The same flashy superheroes who were behind the cancellation of Robo Doggo, his favorite show.
The same beautiful, violent people who had destroyed even his favorite pet... when all he wanted was to ask the TV station why.
He could not reveal anything more to these bad people.
Ytrisia’s manicured brows furrowed, her lips slightly parted.
’Why is he lying?’
She had done her part. Protected the boy. But now... now she could see it clearly.
The subtle shift in his tone, the faint hesitation, the defensive look in his eyes—he was actively making excuses.
And someone highly skilled had taught him to do it.
No one should be able to manipulate a child this deeply, this quickly, unless it was done from an early age—by someone like his own parents.
Not unless some high-level supervillain with a silver tongue or mind control—not someone involved in small, petty incidents—had done it before.
Something was very, very wrong here.
"Fine, you can sleep. I will bring you to your mother. Tell me your house address."
Ytrisia, with her arms still folded beneath her chest, nodded at the child. She indicated that she would at least try to squeeze some truthful information about his home life out of his mother.
To be completely truthful, unlike a naive child who is generally honest, the mother might lie through her teeth to protect her new, wealthy benefactor.
That was highly possible.
Potentially, Ytrisia could not do anything officially without having any solid clues, prompting her to simply slide her hand down her hip. She retrieved her sleek phone from a hidden thigh-holster, the movement highlighting the firm, athletic curve of her leg.
If there was really a wealthy supervillain roaming around Metro City, effortlessly seducing mothers and manipulating children to create mass chaos, then it could be incredibly dangerous.
