10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 93 - Bringing her to the hospital

Seleyena let out a pathetic, breathy whimper. Her thighs clenched fully together now, trapping the slippery heat between them as short, hot breaths escaped her parted lips.

Before she could completely collapse from the sheer, agonizing tension curling deep in her belly, his strong arms slipped seamlessly under her knees and behind her back.

A sudden princess carry.

She gasped loudly, her soft arms instinctively wrapping around his broad neck as her overheated body melted against his solid frame, sinking into him as if she belonged absolutely nowhere else.

Her soft thighs quivered against his forearm. Her already hard nipples pebbled even further, dragging friction against the thin silk of her blouse where it met his chest. And the possessive way he held her—flashing that same cocky, dangerous smirk down at her—made her want to tear the entire world apart if it meant she’d get to be thoroughly ruined by him next.

’N-no, control yourself or else...’

Even through the thick, lustful fog, a sliver of rationality reminded her that this was exactly what had happened to that other girl.

She was heavily drugged. Whatever violent, wet cravings she felt right now, she might actually surrender and give him her full consent, even knowing it was just the aphrodisiac hijacking her nervous system.

She had sworn never to form a physical relationship with a man she didn’t truly love, but she was terrified he might just take advantage of her pathetic state right here and now.

Her trembling fingers went numb as she weakly gripped his collar, trying to muster the strength to warn him off if he tried anything.

Yet, the haziness was too much.

Her glasses slid haphazardly down the bridge of her nose, and despite her mental protests, she instinctively pressed closer, rubbing her sensitive, aching breasts against the hard, muscular plane of his chest just to feel the intoxicating friction. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"S-stop, Cruxius... I—" she finally managed to stutter out with stubborn determination, forcing the protest past her lips despite the maddening, electric sparks shooting through her swollen breasts as they mashed against him.

"Ungh..." The entire sensory overload was completely overwhelming. As badly as her body wept for him, her mind didn’t want it to happen like this.

"Let’s go to the hospital. We need to detoxify her right now, or else—" Cruxius barked.

However, to her absolute shock—just when she was bracing for him to take brutal advantage of her—she looked up and saw a deeply panicked expression contorting his handsome features.

That dark smirk she thought she had seen was entirely gone, replaced by clear, frantic urgency as he broke into a sprint, carrying her securely toward the waiting car. Her arms went slack, hands dangling weakly.

Her hazy eyes stared up at his sharp jawline in utter confusion, her drug-addled brain suddenly wondering if she had completely misunderstood the entire situation.

And in that precise, vulnerable moment—when a wave of guilt hit her, making her feel that maybe she had entirely misjudged this man—her final mental defenses wavered.

In her already intoxicated, desperately aroused state, those walls didn’t just crack. They completely shattered, leaving her entirely at his mercy.

Exactly what Cruxius wanted.

The rhythmic beeping of machines. The sharp, clinical scent of disinfectant. It all felt completely at odds with the thick, sweet musk of arousal hanging heavy in the air.

Cruxius stood dutifully by Seleyena’s side. Her soft body was strapped loosely to the monitoring systems, her cheeks flushed a deep, feverish crimson. Under the harsh, pale hospital lights, her skin gleamed with a slick layer of sweat, making her look agonizingly vulnerable.

The door clicked open. A female doctor entered, flanked by two nurses.

As she stepped in, the room’s dynamic shifted. There lay the woman burning up on the bed, the two female companions standing anxiously nearby, and Cruxius—whose dark eyes lingered on the doctor for a fraction of a second, sending a secret, knowing glance that vanished as quickly as it appeared.

The doctor’s eyes scanned the vitals and readouts quickly, her brows knitting together in practiced concern. She had already been well-compensated and informed about the exact dialogue she was meant to deliver.

She wasn’t here to offer a remedy—she was here to play her part.

"This isn’t a synthetic drug." Her voice was firm, heavily clinical. "She’s under the influence of a supernatural hormonal surge. An ability—possibly psychic in nature—targeting her endocrine balance. If not stabilized, the sheer strain on her nervous system could result in multi-organ failure or even death."

’!?’

’N-No...’ Seleyena lay there, her knuckles turning white as she clenched the crisp bedsheet beneath her. It was a desperate, failing attempt to control the violent, hot jolts wracking her sensitive body. Her bare thighs rubbed together unconsciously, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them. Her mind was already too hazy, too drunk on the aphrodisiac, to process whether the doctor’s terrifying words were the truth.

The only thought echoing inside her spinning head was that she was going to die... just like that. Burning alive from the inside out.

"A-Are you KIDDING ME?!"

’!?!’

But what shocked everyone—especially Seleyena, who was barely holding back an inner storm of desperate lust—was the sudden, explosive outburst. She turned her heavy head, slightly taken aback, only to find Cruxius glaring daggers at the doctor, his handsome face contorted in clear, protective rage.

’...Why...’ Seleyena’s drug-addled mind spun with confusion. She couldn’t understand why he was acting this way. He had been so dangerous before, and despite her constant, lingering doubts, here he was—furious on her behalf. Fighting for her, even though he was practically a stranger.

"P-Please control yourself, sir..." The doctor—a middle-aged woman—was genuinely rattled. She hadn’t expected such a visceral, intimidating reaction, especially after being the one given the script he was supposedly following. Slightly bewildered, she quickly swallowed her fear and returned to her lines.

"We can’t purge something deeply rooted like this without killing the host. Her body needs to find its hormonal balance on its own." The doctor pulled out a small syringe, the needle catching the light. "What we can do is suppress her consciousness temporarily. Let her rest. Maybe her system will recalibrate while she sleeps."

She flicked the needle to clear the air, then gently injected it into the soft crook of Seleyena’s arm—not daring to glance at Cruxius or the others. She simply wanted to deliver the dose and leave the room before the terrifying man decided to actually snap her neck.

Even though, naturally, she was just doing what she’d been paid handsomely to do.

The clear liquid shimmered faintly as it emptied into Seleyena’s vein... not that anyone else noticed.

Except Cruxius.

He already knew.

He had meticulously ensured the sedative was entirely fake—just saline, infused with a microscopic, highly concentrated dose of a sensory stimulant. Just enough to keep her hyper-aware of every touch, every breath.

Lucid enough to remember this soon-to-be intense night... and vulnerable enough to initiate the physical contact herself—making him appear the reluctant victim of her uncontrollable urges.

The doctor gave a final, stiff nod and turned. "We’ve done all we can. Now it’s up to her body..."

As she reached the door, she suddenly halted—remembering her role wasn’t over just yet. There was one final, crucial step to clear the stage. Turning back toward the two women—the next hurdle to remove—she said, "Um, you two ladies, I need to have a very important talk with both of you regarding her aftercare... would you mind accompanying me?"