10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 67 - Ordered to Go on a Date

Ermond nodded smoothly, fully understanding the heavy gravity of the task. "Of course, Master, but if you personally go through all those extensive details, you might get severely distracted from our pressing global business."

"Then do overtime." The Head looked at him intently, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument.

Ermond kept looking towards the Head. The man was completely serious, giving a hard, unyielding glance towards his loyal butler, acting as if he hadn’t just given him such utterly ridiculous, exhausting orders.

Ermond, for God’s sake, was already doing massive amounts of overtime managing the estate.

"Understood, Master." Though, being a flawless butler, he absolutely could not voice his internal, burning anger, he just carefully inquired the exact date until which he had to suffer this new burden. "But... if I may respectfully ask, what about my promised retirement? You did clearly mention it before."

"Tch, tch, go away. You’ll get it someday, Ermond. Of course, only when I finally find someone exactly as capable as you to replace you." The Head of the family now even turned his broad back towards his butler, shaking his head and casually gesturing for him to leave with a flick of his hand.

"I heard you loud and clear, Master." Ermond just internally heard the unspoken words: Until the day you drop dead, you will be a flawless slave to this house.

"Haah, I will leave immediately to search for such impossible candidates—" Knowing yet another heavy, exhausting burden was placed firmly on his shoulders, Ermond turned smoothly to leave, but as he did, he got sharply interrupted by the family head.

"And until you are successfully searching, explicitly tell the elite women we already formally considered to marry my son to start actively dating him... at least until then, his body and his time will be thoroughly busy..."

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In the hospital room, filled with the sterile smell of medicines, Ytrisia lay on the crisp white bed. Thick white bandages were wrapped tightly around her soft skin—not for anything overly complicated, but simply for superficial wounds, the gauze pressing intimately into the plush curves of her waist and beneath her heavy breasts.

Her broken ribs, on the other hand, seemed to be healing on their own—a testament to her unique mutant ability, which absorbed kinetic energy and slowly habituated her supple body and bones to withstand it.

Staring at the ceiling, Ytrisia couldn’t help but let her mind drift back to today’s exhausting events—from the moment she saved the people at the headquarters of Channel Poggo from a child who had been manipulated by someone... someone right here, in the very hospital where she now lay.

The thin, practically sheer hospital gown clung to her sweat-slicked skin, doing absolutely nothing to hide the rigid peaks of her nipples that had hardened in the cool, air-conditioned room.

Though she wouldn’t have been able to uncover clean information on her own, she had reached out for help from Darithi.

But what puzzled her the most was how Darithi hadn’t even asked for time to investigate.

Instead, within mere seconds, she had pointed out the one behind the attack—information that seemed truthful enough, especially with the villains’ sudden arrival affirming Ytrisia’s doubts.

Yet, the real surprise had come when Ytrisia inquired how Darithi had gotten such accurate information so quickly—only to receive a reply that left her stunned.

It was none other than Cruxius who had ordered Darithi to keep an eye on her.

This simply meant that Darithi was watching her every movement, her every vulnerable moment. Naturally, knowing that the villain she was fighting was a child, she had prepared the details in advance.

But in all of this, one thing was clear.

A stalker. That’s what the dangerously handsome Cruxius was.

But the real confusion gnawed at her: why would he even bother?

’Why would he tell Darithi to keep an eye on me?’ The thought stubbornly refused to leave her mind, making her core clench with a confusing mix of frustration and an unwanted, treacherous heat.

Alone in the hospital room, with the villains’ situation already resolved, the question lingered like a heavy weight in the air.

No matter how much she thought about it, no answer came to her.

She eventually just draped a delicate arm over her eyes, closing them as deep fatigue overtook her body, leaving her in a whirl of frustration and dilemma.

Cruxius was simply... too confusing.

On one hand, his lustful gaze seemed drawn to the curves of countless women; on the other, he didn’t want to leave her body alone.

How was she supposed to understand that?

’Forget it.’ With a heavy sigh that made her ample chest rise and fall enticingly, her exhausted body finally surrendered to exhaustion, pulling her into sleep.

Tring—

But the cold night had no intention of letting her rest.

Her amethyst eyes snapped open, a lock of silky blonde hair slipping from her otherwise vibrant purple cascade and sticking to the sweat on her flushed cheek. Her entire being radiated a hot, restless frustration.

She lurched forward, the sudden movement causing her loose hospital gown to slip dangerously low off one creamy shoulder, exposing the deep, shadowed valley of her cleavage. She grabbed the phone, answering without a second thought.

"Hello," she said, her husky voice low and hoarse.

Normally, she would have rejected the call outright. But this caller was different—someone very important.

Someone who wasn’t just her childhood caretaker but still managed most of her formal affairs even now.

Her godfather.

Ytrisia sat fully upright as the voice on the other end began speaking.

The gentle rustle of the hospital sheets crumpled beneath her lush, bare thighs as her delicate fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles paling, her jaw grinding in slow tension.

"You want me to what?" Her voice cut through the quiet room, sharp and rising, the disbelief pouring into every breathless syllable.

She stood up, despite the sharp strain it caused her bruised side. Her bare feet touched the cold floor, and the thin fabric of her gown settled flush against her firm rear and thick thighs. She couldn’t sit still—not after hearing that.

"Father, are you serious right now? Didn’t I already tell you everything a few months ago?" Ytrisia was deeply confused, considering that a few months ago, she had received a call from the butler of the Blac family, whom she referred to as "Father," as he treated them like daughters, though he prioritized his strict duties first. He had inquired about her relationship with the young master of the Blac family. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Yet he just called her now to tell her that she should spread her time—and potentially her legs—for that dominant man again.

"After everything he’s done? After everything my body went through with him?"

Her tone rose—not disrespectful, but emotionally unfiltered, no longer capable of masking the cracks.

Her breath trembled at the edges, her plush, glossy lips pulled tight.

"You even saw the CCTV, didn’t you? You remember the café in Lower East where I had my second or third date? The one that ended with me catching him in the act?"

Her beautiful eyes darkened and became distant, as though she could still see the intimate scene so clearly—the fake apologies, the sly, devastatingly handsome smile Cruxius wore like a badge of pride, the way his dark eyes used to undress her as if he regretted everything he had done all that time, only for her to realize that he was just guiding her toward a hotel bed to ruthlessly claim her, just like he had done with the others.

He was an insatiable, perverted playboy.

"No! You are not understanding!"