10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 51 - Thalia’s Frenzy Making Hunt Exciting

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 - Thalia’s Frenzy Making Hunt Exciting

Thalia gasped, her hands flying up to cover her furiously blushing face, but her fingers parted just enough to betray her. She couldn’t look away fast enough. Her eyes widened at the sheer, overwhelming sight of him—completely naked, the thick, heavy, and semi-aroused length of his manhood dangling heavily between his muscular thighs.

His toned body, lean and hardened, was marred with faint red crescent marks—the undeniable result of her own frantic nails scraping his back during her protests last night. The visceral realization made her entire body burn with heat, and she turned her face violently in shame, yelling toward the closing bathroom door.

As it shut behind his broad back, she let out a shaky, desperate breath of relief. But the moment she turned her gaze back toward the center of the room—she froze.

There was another woman in the room.

Her gaze snapped to the far corner, where a familiar, voluptuous silhouette sat slouched over the velvet sofa. Darithi. Of course, it had to be her. But something was horribly off. That cold, untouchable elegance the bodyguard always carried... was completely gone.

Darithi’s beautiful eyes were hollow, staring at absolutely nothing. Her athletic body, usually poised like a deadly blade, looked limp—her form-fitting uniform slightly rumpled, emphasizing the heavy slump of her breasts. She looked like a flower violently crushed and left out in the rain.

She wasn’t tied or physically restrained.

In fact, she seemed free to move. But she didn’t. She didn’t even blink when Thalia shifted awkwardly on the squeaking mattress.

That was what made her freeze. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

’Did that monstrous pervert give her so much trauma too?’

Thalia’s soft lips parted, the beginning of a sympathetic question caught in her throat. But no words came.

Something about Darithi’s thoroughly empty, broken gaze said: Don’t ask. Don’t touch me. As if her dead silence was shielding something too shattered to ever be pieced back together in his twisted harem.

So, Thalia slowly rolled over, her torn dress riding dangerously high up her pale thighs as she pushed her sore body upright. Her bare toes touched the cold marble floor. She eyed the door like a lifeline.

Darithi didn’t react. Not a flinch. Not even a twitch of her fingers.

’She’s not even aware I’m moving’, Thalia realized, a small, desperate smirk tugging at her glossy lips. Perfect. Her body crept forward, every step soft, light, her hips swaying quietly like a prey animal escaping its cage.

Just a few more steps and—

"Darithi, I forgot to tell you to arrange a press conference—...."

The deep voice struck her spine like lightning. The bathroom door opened, a thick cloud of hot steam spilling out behind his massive frame. Cruxius stood there half-wet, a white towel slung casually over his broad shoulder, slick water droplets trailing down his collarbone, rolling over his sculpted pecs, and disappearing beneath the low-hanging towel wrapped precariously around his narrow hips.

His dark, predatory eyes scanned the room and landed instantly on Thalia, caught mid-slink, tiptoeing like a cartoon thief toward the exit with her skirt hiked up.

Darithi lifted her head slowly, her gaze vacant but obediently following his dominant voice like pure instinct.

Thalia froze. Her mouth opened, then snapped shut. And then, with the brightest, fakest, most terrified smile she could muster, she scratched the side of her flushed cheek.

"Hehe... I-I was just trying to get some fresh air?" she said weakly, her chest heaving.

The tiny, dangerous twitch in Cruxius’s sharp jaw was small but visible. That tiny crack in his composed expression sent primal alarms blaring in her brain.

She bolted.

’RUN, THALIA!’

Her heart screamed it, her legs obeyed. She sprinted for the door, the frayed hem of her floral dress fluttering madly, her bare, pale thighs flashing brightly with each desperate step. Her lungs pumped, hot adrenaline lacing her veins, her breasts bouncing heavily against her bodice, not even bothering to glance back at the wet, half-naked demon behind her.

"Chase me, and I swear—I’ll make sure the world knows you’re just a rabid dog in heat!"

But even as she sprinted, her mind violently cursed her—’Why the hell did you remember that right now?!’

The vision wouldn’t leave her.

His body—completely bare, hot water glistening down his sculpted, tanned skin. Not too bulky, but firm, sinuous, tight. A man’s body, the kind that looked like it moved with lethal purpose, not just to show off. But it wasn’t his broad chest that made her thighs clench and her breath hitch as she ran—it was that thing.

Even limp, it was obscenely heavy, thick veins coiling around the shaft like rugged roots, the swollen tip flushed a deep, daunting purple, resting heavily against his muscular thigh like a weapon holstered for war.

Just the thought of it—sleeping yet already that big—made her mind spiral and her core throb with a treacherous, wet heat.

Focus! Door!

She lunged, her soft hand outstretched. Her delicate fingers grazed the cool metal handle. She was going to make it—

Her emerald eyes flicked sideways, instinctively.

And then—

"What—"

Ten meters.

He blurred.

A terrifying flash of raw flesh and motion. His sprint was a sudden gust of wind—no cape, no clothes, just the unholy, heavy thing between his legs whipping as he moved, slapping against his thick thighs with vicious, meaty smacks as he carved through the air like a missile.

Thud!

"UGH—!"

Thalia’s face slammed hard into a solid, wet chest, her nose flattening painfully against his pectoral muscle. She staggered back, groaning as she rubbed her nose, her breasts bouncing heavily against her bodice from the impact.

"D-Damn you!"

Cruxius stood in front of her like an impenetrable wall of iron, completely nude, his broad chest heaving with slow, controlled breaths, the scent of expensive body wash and pure male musk wrapping around her.

A system message blinked in the corner of his vision.

> [Use of Kino Control (C-Rank) detected: cooldown 1 day]

>

’!’

"I warned you, didn’t I?" Cruxius said, his deep voice firm and vibrating through her as he wrapped a massive arm around her narrow waist, pulling her flush against him. Her soft, clothed body pressed intimately into his hot, bare skin. Even his shaft—now stirring, growing hotter and heavier by the second—felt the frantic pressure of her trembling thighs.

She was shaking, her flushed forehead resting against his slick chest as he held her tight, his fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh of her lower back.