10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 52 - Her Sweetest Spot to Eat

"I-I have dementia," Thalia blurted, the pathetic excuse slipping past her trembling lips as her ears burned a bright crimson. The pooling heat between her legs was becoming impossible to ignore. She tried to shift, rubbing her thighs together to move away from the massive hardness wedging itself between them—but in doing so, she inadvertently parted her legs wider.

That was her fatal mistake.

She felt it twitch violently against her, springing straight up—growing, thickening with terrifying speed—hitting her right above the thin, frayed fabric of her floral dress. The sheer size of it easily stretched the material, the blunt, swollen head finding the exact space between her lower lips, pressing tighter, firmer, branding her with its heat.

It felt like she was sitting on a scorching metal rod.

"And I have arousal," Cruxius replied, deadpan. The warm water still dripped from his skin, his hardened body over-sensitive from the heat of the shower, and now—holding Thalia’s soft, squirming curves this close—there was absolutely no chance of restraint. Not right now. Not when she felt this incredibly good in his arms.

His cock throbbed heavily between her thighs, now fully, rigidly hard. It stretched the dampening fabric of her dress as it nestled perfectly against her puffy, aching vulva—every single twitch sending a sharp jolt of humiliating pleasure through her.

"S-Stop... I-I..." Thalia’s voice cracked, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears, her pupils blown wide in pure, overwhelming embarrassment. He had warned her. If she tried to run, he’d forget his promise.

That raw fear now mingled intoxicatingly with the sensation of his swollen thickness pressing between her legs—hot, insistent, and impossible to ignore.

"Fine, but the problem is the thing between my legs. It’s gonna stay like that forever if I don’t do something—and it’s hurting," Cruxius said smoothly, using the oldest, most shameless excuse in the book. He didn’t expect it to work on Thalia, who just gave him a blank, teary look that confirmed his doubts. He casually shrugged his broad shoulders like it didn’t matter.

"I’m not some delulu, you know. I know you’re enjoying this." Thalia struggled weakly in his arms, trying to break free from his iron grip, clearly unimpressed by his too-cliché line about pain. Her glossy mouth twitched in annoyance.

Though... it wasn’t just her mouth that was twitching. Deep down, her thoroughly soaked core clenched around empty air, yearning for the friction he was teasing her with.

"Wait a sec, let’s have some privacy first," Cruxius muttered, turning his handsome face toward Darithi, who was standing stiffly to the side, deliberately looking away from the highly compromising scene.

’I still have to get your ability, Darithi.’ Knowing well that she wasn’t even at the minimum level of infatuation with him—most probably the feelings had already diluted due to their time together without either of them realizing it—he knew exactly what he had to do: simply distance her from him in a regretful way, so she would not be part of intimate moments where she could feel love from him.

He called out, his tone shifting to absolute authority, "Darithi, go call a press conference in an hour. I’ve got an important announcement to make."

’!’

"M-Master, you don’t mean to—" Darithi started, her voice tight, clearly indifferent to Thalia’s whimpering presence. But then her gaze shifted to Cruxius, and her blank, hollow expression slowly twisted into one of dawning realization.

Maybe the press conference wasn’t just about some trivial corporate statement—maybe he was going to reveal something far more dangerous.

Something that could shake the entire world—the public acceptance of the supervillain identity of Cruxius Blac.

Her beautiful eyes widened. Ever since he declared himself a supervillain, the dark tension had been building like a storm under her skin.

"You think I’m that naive?" Cruxius narrowed his dark eyes, resting his chin comfortably atop Thalia’s silky head. His muscular arms tightened around her waist, crushing her breasts against his chest as if trying to absorb every inch of her feminine warmth.

His commanding gaze stayed locked on Darithi until the bodyguard gave a stiff, obedient nod and quietly exited the room.

"H-Hey, wait—take me out too!" Thalia struggled wildly, her slender arm half-extended behind him in a vain plea, but it was too late. The heavy door shut with a dull thud, cutting her off completely.

Her hand slipped down, and whatever fragile hope she had of escaping faded into nothingness along with Darithi’s presence.

"Now then, what should be done with you, huh?" Cruxius murmured, returning his full, predatory attention to Thalia. His grip tightened fiercely around her narrow waist. After retreating just enough to fully look down at her flushed face, yet ensuring she couldn’t run, he held her hips, actively pressing her soft lower body flush against his hard groin.

The sheer heat radiating from his naked body was suffocating, and that thing—his thick, throbbing cock—pressed ruthlessly against her thighs, stretching the thin fabric of her dress until it molded perfectly to the wet, aching cleft of her vulva.

"L-Let me go, I guess?" Thalia stated breathlessly, not even able to look into his dark, hungry eyes. She averted her gaze as her ears burned, her delicate face painted a deep, humiliating crimson. Before she could look entirely away, she felt him nearing her ear, his hot breath fanning her skin before he took a sudden, wet bite at her sensitive earlobe.

’!’

"Ieeek—w-what?" She gasped, a violent shiver shooting straight down to her core. She looked up at him in dazed confusion, her emerald eyes pooled with crystal liquid.

"Shhh, stay quiet... look at me," Cruxius whispered, his voice a dark velvet purr. His hot breath ghosted over her parted lips as his large hands slid down, aggressively bunching up the fabric of Thalia’s dress. His long fingers gripped her bare hips hard, digging into the soft, pale flesh like he was trying to permanently mold her into his hold. Her parted thighs were already trembling uncontrollably around the massive cock grinding slowly, deliberately between them.

The soft, flushed heat of her skin made him growl low and dangerously in his throat. Her dress was a ruined mess, bunched up entirely at her waist, leaving her thighs slick, twitching, and completely bare against his legs.

His heavy cock pressed hard against her sensitive inner thighs, pulsing, thick—the prominent veins rubbing friction against her soft skin as he moved, slow and agonizing, dragging his rigid length forward against her again and again.

"Mhn—" Thalia’s breath caught sharply, her voice breaking into a tiny, strangled, highly arousing moan.

"N-no..." she tried to speak, but her voice barely made it out, sounding more like a plea for more. It was like even her throat was trying to betray her. Her small hands pushed against his hard chest, but it was weak, offering barely any resistance. Her soft palms slid uselessly down his sculpted pecs, slick with his sweat.

Her thighs moved, jerking instinctively, trying to clamp shut against the overwhelming sensation, but his grip was brutal. He held her plush ass firmly in place as he thrust his hips forward—his thick cock sliding, the broad tip bumping heavily into the thin, soaked fabric of her panties, rubbing up against her swollen folds perfectly, like it knew exactly where her sweetest spot was.