10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 92 - Seleyena’s Relief

His cocky words died mid-sentence.

Both of his arms, cleanly severed at the shoulders.

One blinding, invisible slice.

Thick blood sprayed from the stumps, painting the grimy concrete floor in heavy, wet arcs of red.

"ARRRRGHHHHHHH—thud—?!!" Stimuli dropped heavily to his knees, the agonizing scream ripping from his throat sounding inhuman, like twisted metal grinding on shattered bone.

Seleyena flinched violently, a startled, breathy cry escaping her glossy lips. Her muscles tensed—shocked, frozen in place.

Her vision blurred with hot tears, her lush body still aggressively humming and violently pulsing with the heavy aftereffects of his villainous power.

’Hgh.’ Her breath hitched again, a soft, pathetic sound, but now it was from sheer, intoxicating fogginess. Her brilliant mind was melting into a hazy puddle of heat, her eyes becoming glassy and unfocused as her body continued to burn furiously with a deep, unsatisfied lust.

’....W-Who?’

A voice drifted from the deep shadows, smooth, dominant, and cold as a surgical scalpel:

"You know, sometimes I think I go too far—cross lines most wouldn’t dare. But then I remember... the higher the risk, the louder the screams. Maybe I’m just that confident... or maybe I know I can twist fate’s arm until it begs for mercy. Just like now."

’!?’

"Y-you?" The sudden voice sent a ripple of shock through the mind of Stimuli. He halted, turning toward the direction where, stepping out from the heavy silhouette of the alleyway, a man walked. Both hands rested casually in his pockets, his face slowly revealing itself under the dim light.

Raven hair framed eyes blacker than the abyss surrounding him, and a wicked, self-assured smirk played on his lips.

But what startled Stimuli more was the chilling realization that the one behind this kidnapping—his own client—was none other than the heir of the Blac Corporation.

The very same man now stood in front of him, deepening his confusion, especially when he noticed the soft, rhythmic clicking of heels from two other women following closely behind in the shadows.

Visible tension stretched across his face, sweat beading on his forehead as he stammered, "What are you—skchlt—!"

He never finished. In the briefest reflection of Stimuli’s widening eyes, the heir casually slipped a pen from his pocket and flicked it. It cut through the air with terrifying precision, instantly becoming the source of a blinding, wet pain radiating from Stimuli’s throat.

His voice died in a wet gargle.

"Cough!—thud." He collapsed, frantic fingers grabbing at his neck where the pen was lodged. A faint, residual purple light pulsed from the barrel before slowly vanishing.

The kinetic energy behind the throw had been devastating, piercing his pulmonary vein so cleanly that thick, dark blood gushed outward in a violent spray. His body crumpled forward like a discarded ragdoll.

"Hghh—?" Seleyena’s breath hitched, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her parted lips.

Her feverish body squirmed ever so slightly against her restraints. Her knees pressed tight together, damp thighs subtly rubbing in a desperate, shameful attempt to quell the throbbing heat that simply refused to die down.

Her skin felt entirely too sensitive, burning from the inside out. The sheer silk of her blouse was slick with a thin sheen of sweat, clinging unforgivingly to every lush curve. With every shallow, ragged pant, the fabric pulled taut, blatantly outlining the hard, aching peaks of her nipples underneath.

The bloody chaos around her meant absolutely nothing right now—her hazy, lust-filled eyes were locked entirely on him.

Cruxius.

Even with her drug-blurred vision, she knew that commanding presence anywhere. The darkness around his silhouette didn’t dim his allure; if anything, it magnified it into something deeply predatory.

That lazy smirk on his handsome face, the cocky, measured sway of his hips as he approached, his hands still casually in his pockets like he hadn’t just brutally murdered a man in front of her—it made her stomach twist into a vicious knot of aching, pooling need.

She didn’t fully comprehend what was happening to her failing body, but it was agonizingly clear she was under the influence of an aphrodisiac—an intensely potent, high-grade one. She was rapidly losing her mind.

Her overheated thoughts kept drifting dangerously back to that fateful day... looking at him, imagining completely vulgar, filthy things against her will.

Her heavy, half-lidded eyes slowly dragged downward, tracking the heavy sway of fabric at the front of his pants as he walked.

Gulp.

She swallowed a mouthful of excess saliva instinctively. Her body trembled with a desperate want, but her logical mind lagged behind, confused, overheated, and hopelessly drunk off the heavy, intoxicating haze of her own arousal.

His voice struck her hypersensitive nerves like a physical spark, raw, deep, and familiar.

"It’s me, Seleyena."

Her glossy lips parted, letting out a soft, breathy sigh, but actual words failed her.

’N-no... wa... wait...’ Her brows furrowed tightly, shaking her head side to side in a pitiful attempt to wake up from this wet, feverish dream.

Her pupils were blown wide, blinking rapidly. Her cheeks and neck were flushed a deep, aroused crimson—yet her traitorous body betrayed no confusion.

No resistance. The molten warmth centered deep in her core was spreading like wildfire through dry grass.

She could vividly feel the slick, hot wetness soaking her panties, a heavy, throbbing ache settling between her legs. There was a desperate tightness in her chest, her throat going entirely dry while a tiny string of saliva slipped shamelessly from the corner of her lips.

"You’re..." Her voice came out as a breathless pant, as if the mere act of speaking his name would cause her to shatter completely.

Her mind, which had never once engaged in real intimacy—abstaining even from visual stimulants like porn—had always been strictly entangled in her professional life. But now, for the very first time, the dam had broken. It craved something.

She didn’t fully understand the mechanics of the hunger, except for the one vivid, intrusive image that forcefully resurfaced in her mind’s eye... that thick, throbbing, veiny cock she had accidentally seen that day. His.

It was a slow, confusing agony how her own logic refused to listen to her.

As he finally closed the distance, standing agonizingly close, her hazy eyes stared unabashedly at his crotch, wondering hungrily what lay beneath the dark fabric of his slacks. Driven by pure animal instinct, she leaned slightly forward, desperate to catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with that heady, intoxicatingly masculine musk.

’!’

’...No, what am I doing...’ She instantly jolted back, forcefully averting her head before it slumped downward again, heavy with drug-induced numbness.

Cruxius, who had been quietly observing her pathetic, needy state from above, dropped his lazy smirk. He noted that she was somehow still sane enough to suppress her raw, animalistic urges.

He seamlessly switched to a different approach—one designed to completely shatter whatever fragile defenses she had left.

Reaching down, his fingers, strong and deliberate, began working the restraints off her wrists and ankles. But he moved with a sinful slowness, as if instead of simply undoing ropes, he were intimately undressing her. He made sure the hard ridge of his knuckles brushed deliberately over her feverish skin, grazing the sensitive flesh of her thighs and waist... acting as if it were entirely by mistake. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Cru... umhn..."