10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 73- Wait for me... I will Come Back

Eventide—frozen in place, her yellow eyes wide, her glossy lips parted in sheer shock—but far more damning was the wicked blade gripped tightly in her hand.

The same sharp blade that now gleamed maliciously beneath the moonlight, angled upward as if she had just finished a lethal mid-air strike.

To anyone watching, to Ytrisia’s own eyes, it looked like a brutal betrayal.

It looked exactly like an assassination attempt.

"...You!" Ytrisia’s breath caught painfully in her throat, her chest heaving against Cruxius’s hard chest.

Her mind went entirely blank—not from the dizzying fall, but from the terrifying image permanently burned into her vision.

Eventide had just tried to violently attack her.

And to save her life, Cruxius had once again bravely put his own body on the line, holding her tight against the rushing wind.

Swish—

The freezing night wind howled violently as they plummeted, the jagged remains of the shattered upper floor disappearing rapidly above them.

Volta’s superhuman instincts kicked into overdrive—hot, purple lightning surged powerfully through her athletic limbs, her voluptuous body eagerly drinking in the massive kinetic energy of the terrifying fall.

Without a second of hesitation, she twisted her thick curves mid-air and wrapped her strong arms protectively around Cruxius, pressing his handsome face tight against her heavy, heaving chest.

"Trust me, Cruxius—we’ll be okay," she whispered fiercely, her husky voice more desperate than confident as the wind whipped her purple hair around them.

She shifted their falling angle, making absolutely sure her durable, latex-clad body would take the full, bone-crushing impact. His solid, muscular weight crushed heavily into her soft curves, the rapid fall sharpening every single, intimate contact point between them. She aimed her body toward a massive, illuminated advertisement hoarding, aggressively adjusting her descent with one last, explosive pulse of stored kinetic force.

Thud.

They hit the hard metal surface violently, the devastating blow muffled only by the massive surge of absorbed energy radiating from her core. A sharp jolt rocked her spine, but she held on fiercely, cradling his broad shoulders against her soft breasts as they slid dangerously to a grinding stop.

Her lower back ached deeply. Her breathing was sharp and ragged. But their bodies were alive.

"Cruxius...?" she whispered, her voice tight, her arms still wrapped possessively around his waist.

No reply.

His face was still buried deeply between her heavy breasts, pressed intimately into the soft, hot curve of her deep cleavage.

The front of her tight bra and latex suit strained noticeably under the heavy pressure of his cheek, the frictionless fabric slightly damp with her own exertion and sweat. He felt incredibly hot—his deep breath warm against her sensitive skin, slow and deliberately rhythmic.

"Cruxius," she said again, more firmly now, her heart hammering against her ribs as she tried to pull back just enough to see his face.

He didn’t budge an inch. His muscular arms were seemingly limp at his sides.

’N-no, please—’ An anxious, cold terror dawned on her as panic rose sharply in her chest, feeling his heavy body still unmoving against hers.

Until—she felt a distinct, heavy movement from his hips.

She froze completely.

There was movement. Subtle. Deeply rhythmic.

She felt it undeniably—his narrow hips moving in a slow, almost agonizingly grinding rhythm against her thick thighs, something incredibly hard and thick poking her right through the thin, torn layers of fabric from his tailored trousers.

It throbbed gently, insistently, pressing deep into her soft groin like it had a dark, hungry will of its own. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

’Probably just... something heavy in his pocket?’ she wondered desperately, though the intimate way it shifted and jerked against her sensitive core made her cheeks burn hot for reasons she couldn’t quite place.

Deep heat rose rapidly into her flushed face.

"...Why are you rubbing against me?" she asked, her husky voice low, incredibly wary, entirely unsure whether to be furiously angry or hopelessly flustered.

Cruxius shifted his face just slightly, his deep voice muffled directly in the soft valley of her chest.

"...Oh. Uh... okay."

"...I didn’t ask—" she muttered, slightly angry, the terrifying stress of falling slowly giving way to a completely different, far more carnal frustration. A small nerve bulged on her pale forehead, her glossy mouth clearly twitching in annoyance. But before she could fully gather her righteous anger—

"Aarghh!" Cruxius suddenly lurched back violently and fell onto his back beside her, both large hands pressed tightly beneath his muscular thighs.

Of course, the bastard got hard.

"What happened!? Are you alright?" Ytrisia stood up quickly, momentarily frozen and genuinely shocked at the painful sight, and leaned her upper body toward him with a deeply worried look.

’...Ah, shit,’ Cruxius thought darkly, his predatory eyes following her sudden movement. As her concerned voice reached him, he looked up. She was bent perfectly over his prone body, both soft hands planted on either side of him. Her heavy, perky breasts beneath the tight latex suit were clearly defined in the pale moonlight, swaying slightly, the hot sweat on her beautiful face glistening alluringly.

"Ahem. It appears I got hit right in the balls," Cruxius stated with a dead-serious look, the fake heat of embarrassment rising from his throat to his handsome face.

Her face turned a violent, scorching crimson as if she had just been slapped. She quickly yanked her voluptuous body back, stumbling clumsily and landing hard on her plush hips, staring wide-eyed at him as he slowly, casually sat up, his long legs folded beneath him.

"Y-you’re kidding me," Ytrisia muttered breathlessly, her eyes darting nervously to make sure he hadn’t hit anything too hard, involuntarily prompting her to glance directly at his crotch area.

And there she really saw it—the massive, undeniable swell.

The heavy, throbbing bulge was starkly evident through his expensive pants, stretching the fabric taut and making it abundantly clear he might not be lying about his condition.

"Leave it. I’ll just privately consult with Doctor Seleyena again," Cruxius said, his dark eyes amused. He knew perfectly well that at that very moment, the flustered doctor may have stammered that she would become his private medic, but would soon desperately contact him to cancel the highly compromising arrangement.

So, she was securely bound to come searching for his body once the lingering effect of that supervillain’s lustful ability finally wore off on her.

He also didn’t physically force Ytrisia right now, as he sharply sensed she might grow suspicious and completely leave him alone here—an opportunity he could easily use to score some deep, manipulative emotional points instead.

After all, in complex relationships, it often came down to a simple, exploitable truth: men were generally more physically and visually driven, while women, in a broader sense, leaned heavily toward deep emotional connection.

So, he ruthlessly decided now was the absolute right time to form that fake emotional bond.

Beneath the starry, moonlit sky in this cold night, he sat intimately beside a stunning woman who was politically destined to be his wife.

"Who... Leave it. Wait here, I’ll be back," Ytrisia said reluctantly, her thick thighs shifting. But then her emerald gaze drifted angrily toward the distant hospital building.

This might be her perfect chance—not to hold back her immense power this time.

After all, superheroes were heavily used to constantly restraining their raw powers to actively avoid harming nearby, fragile structures.