10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 48 - Bringing Her into the Hotel Room
Her deep worry wasn’t baseless.
That dark market was infamous—only hardened criminals, deranged supervillains, and the most morally bankrupt individuals ever dared to become customers.
There were no guarantees.
No safety. Not even basic privacy.
Triggering a powerful, bloodthirsty supervillain just by buying the wrong item was a very real possibility.
In short, being a customer there wasn’t worth the risk—even if the items were world-breaking and came without any annoying restrictions.
"It’s fine," Cruxius replied casually, his broad shoulders relaxing as if it were a trivial matter. "Either way, I needed to tell you this—from now on, you’ll follow whatever I say."
He spoke not to reaffirm his absolute authority—he already knew Darithi’s body and soul would obey him—but to make things crystal clear before the upcoming, violent announcement hit the news.
When the naive world found out what he had done, he didn’t want her calling him out for ’becoming evil’ or doing things a ruthless supervillain would do.
Even now, after everything, he couldn’t afford to play the ’good boy.’
He had to return to the dark villain syndicate in this life too—to save some of the loyal people who had bled and died because of him.
Not out of weak regret, but simply because they belonged to him.
"I always follow you, Master. Doesn’t matter what," Darithi replied firmly. Her beautiful eyes widened just a bit before she closed them, steeling her unwavering resolve, her chest rising proudly against her fitted shirt.
She meant every single word. She would follow him into the darkest depths, no matter what.
"Even if I become a supervillain?" Cruxius asked, his voice a low, seductive purr.
"Of course, even if you—huh?—what!?" There she was—completely stunned, taken aback as she heard something so absurdly unexpected from his lips. She blinked, her glossy lips parting to speak—
tring "...H-Hello?" she answered, her breath hitching as she felt the vibration against her thigh. She pulled her phone out, her gaze flicking nervously toward her master as she saw the caller ID: Ytrisia.
Without hesitation, she picked it up.
// Darithi, there was an attack on Channel Poggo’s headquarters... by a child... I... you— //
’...No.’
As she listened to the panicked voice detailing the incident—a violent attack on the very place they had just left—Darithi remained seated, completely frozen.
Her eyes blinked slowly, unable to process if what she was thinking could possibly be true.
Just moments ago, her master had sent that innocent-looking child in that exact direction, and now she hears news of mass destruction caused by a giant centipede—it was too painfully obvious.
"Who is it?" Cruxius asked, narrowing his dark, predatory eyes. His tone was perfectly calm but carried a heavy, demanding weight. He knew—she only ever took calls from those who mattered.
Noting the sudden, pale shift in her beautiful expression as she glanced nervously at him, he realized. The breaking news had already hit about the destruction caused by his little pawn.
But the true question remained: who was on the other end of the line?
"...I-it was Ytrisia..." Darithi whispered, her voice tight.
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Location: Hotel Lustre Paradise, Hero City
The heavy balcony door clicked shut behind her. A crisp, chilly gust swept through the second-floor room of Hotel Lustre, tugging at the pale curtains as if they, too, wanted to escape. The cold air bit at Thalia’s bare skin, instantly hardening her peaks against the thin fabric of her blouse. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"Aagh! Damn you, Cruxius!" Thalia hissed, her chest heaving as she yanked the silky drapes off their rod like a woman possessed. "You maniacal, perverted-brained, ego-dripping son of a—"
Rage bubbled hot in her chest, and the vivid image of him—smirking, his tailored shirt half-unbuttoned to reveal the hard planes of his muscular chest, firmly ordering the guards to bring her into this hotel for a bath as if she were his personal toy—only poured gasoline on it. His dark, seductive voice echoed in her mind: "You’ll have to take a bath; I can’t love a stinky pig. Follow those guards and wait inside the hotel room....as I would love it if you gift me a surprise small bath together."
"Oh, yes, why not," she muttered sarcastically, twisting the smooth fabric into a makeshift rope, her sweat dampening her flushed brow. "Stinky pig? Your mother is a stinky pig!"
’!’
thud
"Kurgh!—oww, sorry Aunty, your son is just a bastard."
While tying the makeshift rope out of the curtain and standing on the edge of a stool, her body lost balance. She stumbled back, falling directly onto the floor with a soft, painful smack to her plush rear.
With the sharp sting of pain, she slowly got up, her hand instinctively rubbing her aching butt, molding the thin fabric of her skirt against her own curves while realizing that she shouldn’t insult someone’s parent.
From just outside the heavy wooden door, the muffled, stern voices of the guards drifted up, their heavy footsteps indicating that they were on high alert.
// If she tries anything, break her leg. I’ll kill the rest of you if she gets out. //
’Who says that with a straight face?!’
’Damn that idiot Jenny, I will definitely break her legs for trapping me with a perverted demon!’ she screamed internally, her delicate fingers knotting another silky curtain to the growing line dangling off the balcony rail.
Her fingers moved fast, the physical exertion making her breath come short and heavy, yet she couldn’t stop grumbling.
After all, anyone would snap if they were sweating and struggling to tear expensive fabrics to make ropes for two hours.
’God, I pray those guards rest in peace.’ Yet, for the last time, she looked towards the door, knowing the dark fate of those men once she escaped from this place, especially after how that lustrous, dominant demon had warned to kill them if she were to slip away.
She kicked off her heels, wincing as her bare soles met the freezing tiles of the balcony, and whispered a panicked, "Ow-ow-ow," before scowling at the rope she’d crafted. "This better hold, or I’m coming back from the afterlife just to slap that smug smirk off your handsome, evil face."
One smooth, bare leg swung over the railing, her torn floral skirt riding dangerously high up her thigh.
"God, if you’re up there, I’m not asking for much. Just let gravity work for me today."
Second leg over.
"Aaah!"
