10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 63 - Scoring some Rizz Points

Clearly confused by his impossible demonstration of her ability, Sugar’s ruby eyes became painfully fixated on the serene, devastating sight before her—his sharp, chiseled jawline, his flawless skin, those black eyes dark enough to absorb all light, and his raven hair fluttering in the wind.

For a heavy, suffocating moment, everything was silent. Looking at the beautiful face of the man who had violently broken her in another life, Sugar bit down hard on her plump lower lip. She turned away towards those approaching villains, her chest heaving as she felt a toxic, agonizing mix of raw betrayal and lingering, pathetic love in her heart for him.

But that twisted love was not something she desired anymore, nor did she want bloody revenge.

Life had given her another chance, and this time, she swore she would not love him or even let him drag her back into his bed.

She had attended the press conference simply because her weak heart wanted to see his face one last time. But he had commanded her help, which she would provide like a professional, and then they would both go their separate ways forever.

"Miss Volta," Sugar said, her voice tight with complex emotion as she glared at the man’s hands gripping the other woman’s curves. "That man is a shameless pervert, so stay far away from him."

Yet, as her voluptuous body vanished towards the villains through a swirling green dimensional morph, she realized she still couldn’t stand the sight of him grooming and destroying another beautiful woman’s life.

Or perhaps... it was simply her dark, burning jealousy at seeing his strong hands holding another woman so intimately.

Who knows?

"She’s strong," Ytrisia murmured, her breath hitching slightly. Her emerald eyes narrowed as she stared at the smoking ruins of the buildings ahead. Only moments ago, she had fought those two villains there, her lush limbs now feeling the heavy, aching strain of the brutal battle, her chest heaving against her tight latex suit.

The villains’ severed heads lay scattered across the rough concrete, their bodies brutally decapitated as though sliced by a dimensional blade so sharp it could sever their very cells.

"...Ytrisia, your beautiful legs must be hurting. Let me help," Cruxius said, his deep voice smooth as dark velvet. His predatory gaze flicked toward Darithi, who was currently supporting Ytrisia’s trembling weight.

The stubborn woman had deliberately chosen to rely on Darithi’s support instead of his own muscular arms, and he couldn’t help but feel a dark, amused sting of rejection.

With a playful, wicked glint in his dark eyes, Cruxius flexed his large hands, pretending to be innocent but clearly expecting something soft from her—a plush hip or a waist to firmly grip, no doubt.

"Shut up, Cruxius," Volta snapped, a flush of irritation warming her pale cheeks. She kept her gaze fixed ahead, completely ignoring the towering man, fully aware of the highly perverse thoughts running through his head.

Ytrisia leaned heavily against Darithi’s athletic frame, barely keeping herself upright, her voluptuous body still trembling visibly from the intense physical exertion.

"Tch. Darithi, move aside," Cruxius ordered, his tone suddenly shifting to absolute dominance as he strode forward without an ounce of hesitation.

Bound by absolute obedience, Darithi stepped aside instantly. Ytrisia’s arm slipped helplessly off her shoulder, and the exhausted heroine stumbled forward with a surprised gasp, her soft body falling directly into Cruxius’s waiting arms.

His large, calloused hand landed possessively firmly on her taut abdomen, his thick bicep brushing deliberately against the heavy swell of her breast. It was close enough to feel the feverish heat radiating through her thin spandex.

"Y-you... Darithi?! How could you?" Ytrisia gasped, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs, her cheeks burning at the sudden, intimate contact.

Just moments ago, she had distanced herself from his shamelessly perverse ways, relying on Darithi’s physical support, only to feel the sharp sting of betrayal now as Cruxius easily reclaimed her yielding body.

"Shh, you’re strong, so let me help you this time," Cruxius cooed, his dark voice dropping to an intimate, seductive whisper. His muscular arm tightened around her narrow waist, pulling her flush against his hard groin.

At that precise moment, a swirling greenish dimensional rift began to crack open in the night air before them. It revealed a stunning figure slowly transitioning into sight, gracefully stepping onto the concrete railing.

Sugar’s deep ruby eyes immediately locked onto Cruxius, narrowing with a cold, piercing disapproval as she took in the compromising sight.

"I...." Sugar began, her tone sharp as she coldly glanced over the bloody remains of the villains she had just effortlessly slaughtered. Their deaths had been quick, but as her eyes fixed on Cruxius holding Ytrisia’s lush curves so possessively, her plump lips curled in deep distaste. "I guess you didn’t hear me clearly the last time."

"What?" Ytrisia twisted awkwardly in Cruxius’s heavy grip, turning toward her senior, sensing the heavy, underlying accusation in Sugar’s words. "You—"

She desperately wanted to clarify that she was physically forced into his arms, that her body pressed against his wasn’t by her own initiative.

Before she could form the words, Cruxius interrupted smoothly. His deep voice dripped with an insufferable, possessive arrogance as his hand subtly squeezed Ytrisia’s hip. "Miss Sugar, I think you’re completely unaware, but this beautiful, fiery lady in my arms is my soon-to-be wife."

’!’

Sugar’s ruby eyes widened in sheer shock, her glossy lips quivering as she looked back and forth between Cruxius’s arrogant smirk and Ytrisia’s flushed, panicked face.

Her soft hands clenched into tight fists, and for a fleeting moment, her voluptuous body seemed to physically flicker, as if the very toxic notion of his words had violently disturbed her sense of reality.

In truth, it was just simple, agonizing bewilderment tearing at her bruised heart.

"Wh-what the—?!" Ytrisia’s voice faltered, her plush mouth hanging open in complete, mortified disbelief.

This utterly ridiculous claim was coming from a lecherous man she had already rejected, and now he was shamelessly using her vulnerable body in this moment to manipulate her further.

She swore to herself that she would never, in this life or the next, willingly spread her legs for a monster like him.

"...Indeed, she was about to be engaged to you at this time in the past," Sugar recalled coldly, her ruby gaze hardening into ice as she forced herself to turn away from the highly intimate pair.

Her eyes closed slowly, a shimmering green dimensional rift beginning to violently form around her voluptuous figure as she prepared to transition back.

Her mind was a dark, tangled mess of jealousy and grief, but one cold sentiment remained perfectly clear: she didn’t care anymore.

Whoever Cruxius dragged into his bed and married was his own twisted problem.

Perhaps... she even felt a deep, lingering pity for the beautiful woman trapped so helplessly in his muscular arms.

After all, why would any sane woman willingly surrender her body and soul to a man who could betray and discard them at any moment?

With that final, bitter thought, Sugar’s stunning figure vanished entirely into the portal, leaving behind only the heavy, chilling silence of the rooftop.

A silence which was abruptly disturbed by a mechanical sound—

Ding!

> [ Emotional Failure Detected ]

> [ Initiating Downgrade Protocol... ]

> [ Dimensional Morph: Rank B+ ⇒ C ]

>