10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 91 - Chemically Manipulated

And as he looked at her helpless, bound form—he licked his tongue slowly over his chapped lips.

It appeared he had just gotten a lucky chance to have some fun, given his client had, through his men, delivered this gorgeous woman right to him—a beautiful gift in disguise.

A hungry, feral sneer spread across his face as his eyes traveled lower, drinking her in like a starved man at a banquet.

He said nothing yet—but his dark, filthy thoughts were practically steaming from his expression.

Her crisp white hospital blouse had gone completely transparent in the soaking, plastered impossibly tight to her warm skin. The sheer wet fabric shamelessly outlined the heavy, mature swell of her breasts and the intricate, delicate shape of her black lace bra beneath.

The silk stretched so tightly over her heaving chest that the darker, pebble-hard outlines of her areolas teased clearly through the material, pointing straight at him.

Her black pencil skirt clung ruthlessly to the plush flare of her hips, the damp fabric riding high and curving intimately between her legs, revealing just how dangerously exposed she was in this vulnerable position.

Her thick thighs, glistening with cold water and parted slightly from the way her ankles had been tied, showed miles of smooth, bare skin beneath the hiked-up hem of her skirt.

A stray drop of water trailed slowly down from her collarbone, sliding teasingly into the deep, flushed valley of her cleavage before disappearing below the soaked fabric.

Stimuli exhaled, slow and ragged.

"Goddamn..." he muttered, his voice thick with sudden lust. "They said only to kill you. But this—this is delicious."

He moved closer. One heavy, gloved hand outstretched.

His fingers twitched—hovering mere inches from the inviting swell of her chest. Not touching. Just reaching, letting the anticipation build.

His hand stopped right before her plunging neckline, lingering in the air, but—

Badump.

His heart, for a split second, seemed to violently stop. His body trembled as if a literal chill of death had just breathed down his neck.

’What the hell?’ He was suddenly deeply confused, the invisible, suffocating pressure making him slowly retreat his hand away from her warm skin.

Something was incredibly amiss.

But that terrifying feeling just violently reminded him of what his actual aim was.

"So, doctor... how should I kill you?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly, clearly brought out of his deep lust after feeling the phantom chill that had just slaughtered his mood.

But Seleyena—she wasn’t listening.

Her thoughts were a violently spinning storm.

’Why am I here?’

Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, her breasts bouncing slightly against the tight constraints of her wet bra. Panic twisted her gut. Cold sweat joined the water already slicking her flushed skin. Her toned legs strained desperately against the unforgiving binds.

Just a chaotic, internal collapse.

’This is madness. This can’t be real.’

Yet her mind clearly felt the raw, terrifying dread of this situation. She was literally kidnapped, soaking wet, and tied up in front of an unknown, dangerous man whom she had never met.

Her confusion lapsed as she frantically looked around, her sharp intellect reminding her that screaming would only waste her precious energy and likely wouldn’t find her a solution. She forced herself to think.

’Tch, you are not paying attention to me.’

His hand moved again—this time straight for her slender, exposed neck.

But—

Crack.

A small pebble struck his hand with the force of a bullet.

He flinched hard. "What the—?"

He glanced around the empty warehouse.

No one. Just shadows.

A second time, stubbornly, he tried again.

Crack!

Another hit. This time much harder, drawing blood. He jerked back with a hiss.

"WHO’S THERE?" he shouted, his voice echoing nervously off the rusted metal beams.

Still nothing. Just a heavy, suffocating silence.

Seleyena blinked rapidly, her wet eyelashes fluttering as she barely processed what was happening. Her brilliant mind was screaming to catch up with itself, spinning in helpless circles.

She didn’t understand anything—only that she couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out, couldn’t fight.

Stimuli’s frustration and underlying fear grew.

"I see," he growled, turning his attention entirely back to the bound doctor. "Just tying your body doesn’t stop the rebellion. Let’s tie your mind, too. Let’s raise that pretty heartbeat of yours. Let’s make even your own body betray you."

He raised both hands again—a sickening, violet power glowing from his palms as he deliberately tried to spike her lust levels, manipulate her delicate nervous system, and completely short-circuit her self-control.

’!’

Seleyena’s eyes widened in sheer terror.

A sudden, overwhelming flood of liquid heat rose through her lower belly—not real, not natural, but forcefully, aggressively injected into her system.

’Iekk—!?’ Her breath hitched sharply as her sensitive nerves twitched, feeling as if they had been touched by liquid fire.

She gasped—not from genuine arousal, but from absolute panic. Her body was deeply confused. Her logical brain was fiercely resisting. She didn’t want this. She wasn’t okay.

Her breath caught again. A sharp, involuntary, breathy moan escaped her parted lips. She writhed helplessly in her restraints—not in desire, but in pure, violated confusion.

’No... no... what is this?’

The unnatural warmth deepened into a scorching burn. Her soft skin prickled with agonizing hypersensitivity. Her nipples stiffened instantly under her soaked, freezing blouse, erecting into painfully tight, hard peaks, the thin fabric clinging around them like a second skin, begging to be touched.

She tried desperately to pull her arms inward to hide her thrusting chest—driven by pure instinct, shame, and desperation—but the coarse ties held her arms firmly back, keeping her beautifully displayed.

Her smooth, wet thighs trembled violently, involuntarily clenching and rubbing together. She felt a humiliating, heavy slickness pooling instantly between them, soaking the delicate cotton of her panties, completely unwanted but physically undeniable.

’Haa... Haa... wh-what...’ Her breathing grew ragged and incredibly shallow—not from pleasure, but from absolute, mind-melting horror.

’Why is this happening to me? What the hell is this?!’

Her brilliant mind screamed that this wasn’t real arousal. It was a foreign, filthy manipulation. Like her most intimate nerves were being ruthlessly puppeteered by a sick joke.

She clenched her jaw, hot tears of humiliation stinging her gorgeous eyes. Her hips shifted involuntarily against the hard metal chair, her deep core muscles tightening and pulsing. Her own body was viciously betraying her mind.

’I’m not turned on. I’m not. This isn’t me.’

Stimuli saw it.

He saw every flush, every tremble, every desperate heave of her chest—and his hidden mouth curled upward with a twitch of cruel, triumphant amusement.

His glowing hands remained hovered midair as he maintained the flow of his ability, smirking as he intentionally flooded the poor doctor with the strongest mind-fog condition he had—a concentrated chemical emotion designed to completely melt the brain and numb the body into a puddle of compliant lust.

"Well, well, look at you," he murmured, his voice thick, greedy, and mocking. "So you are feeling a little warm, eh, doctor?"

He shook his head, the terrifying killing intent he’d felt earlier finally fading, leaving him numb to the danger as his lower brain took over. He just wanted to use this woman now, finish the job, and run away from this haunted place.

"You doctors are all the exact same. You think control is in the mind—"

SKCHLT!