10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 71 - New Curvy Heroine... or Villainess

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 - New Curvy Heroine... or Villainess

With a cold, predatory glare, Eventide pushed her lush body off the ground, turning to Volta—the superhero she instantly recognized. Ytrisia’s distinct purple hair with hints of blonde, along with the tight latex clinging to her heavy breasts, completely betrayed her identity.

Eventide was clearly caught off guard, her chest heaving against her painted-on top. She had expertly tracked the message source to this exact location and burst through the window, ready to roughly interrogate the man.

But before she could straddle him or act further, the one who violently attacked her was none other than another highly-ranked, estranged superhero.

"It should be me asking that," Ytrisia shot back, her emerald eyes narrowing dangerously as her own chest rose and fell. She glanced protectively toward Cruxius, who was now lounging on the ground, casually rubbing the red marks on his muscular neck.

The unprovoked attack was a clear, brutal violation—especially coming from a woman affiliated with the strict Hero Association. Volta met her fiery glare with equal, hot-blooded intensity, the two voluptuous women sizing each other up.

The Hero Association enforced a mandatory, grueling training program for all heroes—two full years of courses covering everything from controlling raw abilities and sealing gates to surviving monster encounters.

During that sweaty, physical time, Volta and Eventide had been close batchmates.

Volta ultimately chose the lucrative backing of the Blac family’s subsidiary; Eventide vanished into the shadows for several years before suddenly returning, her body far more mature and deadly, to officially join the Association.

This wasn’t their first intimate meeting.

But the current situation was now crystal clear: Eventide had just attacked Cruxius’s vulnerable body with lethal intent.

It was no longer just a misunderstanding—this was a cold, violent confrontation.

Either way, neither of the beauties was very close, given their intense, bitter rivalry due to being the first and second rank power holders in their prime.

"It’s none of your business," Eventide snapped. Her yellow eyes glowed ominously as she shifted her wide hips, her atomic energy building in preparation for another devastating move.

But sensing Volta’s growing, hot power as the latex-clad hero seemed to eagerly absorb the residual kinetic energy produced by her own body, causing her thick thighs to tremble slightly at the molecular level, Eventide wisely retracted her glowing hand.

"It is now. You dared attack the sole heir of the Blac Corporation just like that," Ytrisia stated firmly, her voice thick with sudden authority. She didn’t quite understand why Cruxius had casually covered his handsome face with a torn bedsheet, but upon revealing his true identity to the assassin, she saw him facepalm in deep, amused frustration—as if her protective outburst had just ruined his favorite game.

’!?!’

"Wh-what?" Eventide’s husky voice trembled in sheer disbelief at Volta’s massive revelation. She had been perfectly ready to fight the purple-haired hero or forcibly drag the helpless man away in her arms, but now... Now she was utterly, paralyzingly stunned.

’Even you, Ytrisia?’ Cruxius sighed in lazy defeat, his broad chest rising as he began to unwrap the makeshift cloth from his face.

He had carefully covered his devastatingly handsome appearance to avoid immediate recognition—knowing full well that these hot-headed superheroes, given their enhanced reflexes and recent exposure to his dominating press conference, would otherwise recognize him and instantly abort their attack.

Dropping his disguise eliminated the exact mishap he wanted: forcing them to make a catastrophic, highly illegal mistake on his body.

And Ytrisia had just unknowingly thrown a massive wrench into all of his dark foreplay—just like Darithi earlier, who had so bluntly outed him as Ytrisia’s obsessive "stalker."

Still, he wasn’t too disappointed as his eyes raked over the new arrival.

The raging superhero he thought would be some bulky, brainless guy turned out to be a ridiculously hot, thick woman squeezed into an outfit far more suited for a high-end strip club than a bloody battlefield.

"Y-you..." Eventide’s breath hitched, her voice faltering as she stared down at Cruxius. Seeing his sharp, aristocratic face completely shocked her to her core, her heavy breasts rising and falling in rapid panic.

She absolutely hadn’t expected to violently assault the untouchable heir of the Blac family.

’No... what have I done?’ Her striking yellow pupils trembled. Even now, the vivid memory of his dominating press conference and her sudden, feral attack painted a deeply damning picture.

The horrifying realization of her massive mistake was violently dawning on her.

She could already vividly see the scandalous media headlines:

"The Hero Association physically attempts to assassinate the Blac family heir, who bravely pointed out the atrocities committed by the association. Is this a bloody era of dictatorship, or are we mere humans just insects to be crushed?"

Forget the headlines—the political and financial repercussions would be absolutely massive.

And all of it was her reckless fault.

In the absolute worst case, she would be violently thrown out of the association to appease the public’s boiling anger, making all her years of sweaty, grueling efforts go completely in vain.

’No, I cannot be stripped of my rank and leave the association like this—’

’...What the hell is this little rat doing here?’ Cruxius’s eye twitched in dark amusement as a highly familiar, glowing interface suddenly appeared before his vision. In mild disbelief, his eyes drank in the thick, luscious curves of the woman whom he now perfectly recognized.

[Status Window: Wisteria Crafold (Eventide)]

* Rank: S

* Role: Currently a Spy

* Ability: [Atomic Dominion] – Rank: S

* Complete control over her own atomic structure

* Can disassemble into particles, phase through matter, or reshape her form at will

* Can alter physical properties such as density, mass, and molecular alignment

* Limited to self—cannot manipulate external matter directly

* Overuse risks temporary molecular instability

Core Stats:

* Strength: A

* Agility: A

* Endurance: A+

* Intellect: B+

* Charisma: A

* Libido: C

"Wh-what?" Eventide gasped, her heavy breasts bouncing against her painted-on top as she felt a sudden wave of confusion. But as she lifted her striking yellow eyes to meet his dark gaze, she saw his face—the exact same face she had seen in the dominating press conference. The raven hair with that distinct strand of grey, his deep black eyes glancing in her direction, yet his focus was fixed slightly beside her, prompting her to turn.

"...I should have believed you," Ytrisia muttered, her husky voice laced with disbelief. Her chest heaved, causing the thin, sterile hospital gown to slip dangerously low, exposing the flushed, soft swell of her cleavage as she realized that everything Cruxius had told her about being targeted by the Hero Association was absolutely true the moment his eyes met hers.

Ytrisia herself was intimately aware of how unfair the Hero Association was and how the privileged few within the organization were treated.

Like any other human institution, it was corrupt to some extent.

But it was still necessary to maintain order in the world.

Never had she thought that the Association would go so far as to try to violently assassinate someone of Cruxius’s caliber for such a trivial reason.

Normally, silencing an average human, committing dirty crimes in secret without attracting media attention—these things happened on a small scale all the time, as superheroes were also human, driven by their own base desires and greed.

However, there was a strict limit to how far they could pursue someone, especially a man like Cruxius, who was presently in the blinding media spotlight and backed by his family’s immense wealth.

A clearly stupid decision and a wildly reckless action.