10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 95 - Undressing Seleyena

The sounds were cracked, raw, and entirely helpless.

Cruxius didn’t touch her. Not yet.

He just sat there on the cold hospital floor, his dark eyes locked intensely on hers. Cold. Calculating. His handsome face remained perfectly calm, but his large body was coiled tight with tension. Radiating pure power.

His dress shirt stretched taut over his broad, muscular chest, the fabric flexing with his suppressed breathing as he simply watched her fall apart on top of him. A rogue strand of dark raven hair fell lazily over his brow, making him look sharp and wild.

Beneath her, his heavy cock strained angrily against the dark fabric of his tailored slacks, thick and waiting. She rutted against it shamelessly—soaking the expensive material with her slick juices, her swollen folds grinding heavily along his impressive length.

She was essentially fucking herself on his clothed thigh, her brilliant mind completely reduced to nothing but animal heat and base instinct.

Her previously crisp white shirt now clung stubbornly to her sweaty body, pulled agonizingly tight against the heavy swell of her breasts. The few remaining buttons strained dangerously. Her nipples jabbed aggressively through the damp fabric, stiff, painfully needy, and screaming to be freed from their confinement.

Panting raggedly, she collapsed heavily against his broad neck, gasping hot air into his skin. "Haaah... please... do something."

The heavy, slick mess between her thighs soaked directly into his crotch—hot, sticky, and fragrant. Her hypersensitive clit kept catching agonizingly on the hard, unyielding ridge of his cock through the layers of their clothing.

Her empty pussy clenched around nothing, weeping and aching to be filled by him.

"Seleyena, control yourself. You can’t act like this," Cruxius murmured, his voice sharp with mock reprimand—but his large hands betrayed his words.

They were suddenly on her soft ass, rough and incredibly possessive. His long fingers dug into her flesh, spreading her plush cheeks wider, physically grinding her soaking wet center even deeper into the hard bulge trapped against his thigh.

Her hips twitched violently at the sudden pressure. "Aaah!"

The blunt force against her swollen pussy—her soaked silk panties pressing agonizingly tight against her aching clit, teasing her slick entrance—sent electric shockwaves shooting straight up her spine.

His large hands slid upward, slipping under the hem of her pencil skirt. In one smooth, forceful jerk, he bunched the restrictive fabric completely around her waist, fully exposing her trembling, milky-white thighs and the devastatingly soaked, shiny mess between them.

Her delicate panties were entirely wrecked—pulled impossibly tight between her puffy, swollen outer lips. Every slick fold of her anatomy was visible through the sheer, soaked silk that clung to her like a second skin.

The cool, sterile air of the hospital room hit her exposed, blazing heat, and she let out a pathetic whimper, shivering against him.

"Sob... mmh... w-why, do you hate me?" she whispered brokenly. She instinctively began licking the strong column of his neck, her tongue wet and shaky, desperate to taste the salt and musk on his warm skin.

Her heavy tits mashed completely flat against his solid chest. Her nipples were rock hard under the damp shirt, grinding slowly and painfully against his pectorals with every shaky, ragged breath she took.

Her soft thighs trembled uncontrollably, her lush hips shuddering as the front of his dark slacks became visibly soaked with her heavy slick.

She lifted her head weakly, her teary, red-rimmed eyes meeting his dark, predatory gaze. Her fogged glasses slipped dangerously low.

Everything about her current state begged him for release.

She tried to form a coherent sentence—but her breath hitched sharply, the words instantly lost to a wet, needy moan.

"...What do you see in my eyes, Seleyena?" Cruxius asked coldly, his voice a low rumble as his long fingers dug even harder into the soft, yielding flesh of her ass.

She could barely speak—her empty pussy clenching repeatedly, her slick, puffy lips twitching noticeably beneath the ruined scrap of wet silk.

"M-me... I see myself," she stammered, her hips rocking involuntarily. Hot tears threatened to spill again as her messy, broken reflection stared back at her within his dark, unflinching, bottomless gaze.

Her damp shirt clung to her ribs, her heavy breasts rising and falling frantically with every shallow breath. Her hard nipples were now aching fiercely under the single strained button that miraculously still held the garment together.

"I don’t see sincerity in your words," he muttered, his tone dangerously flat.

With a sudden, rough tug, he yanked the soaked fabric of her panties even tighter between her swollen folds, viciously dragging the rougher edge of the silk directly against her hyper-sensitive clit, grinding it mercilessly over her twitching, slick hole.

"Nngh—w-wait...!" she choked out, her entire body shaking like a leaf.

Her pussy clenched violently, her hips jolting forward against his hand. A loud, desperate moan ripped from her chest.

"Ohh! C-Cruxius, Stop!"

Snap.

He released the taut waistband. The wet elastic slapped viciously against her soft ass cheek—sharp and loud in the quiet room.

"Ahhh!" she yelped, a bright, hot bloom of pain flashing across her pale skin. The sharp sting, mixed with the drug in her system, only made her impossibly wetter, a fresh wave of slick soaking the already ruined silk.

He grabbed her hips again, his grip rough and unyielding, acting as if her tearful cries simply didn’t matter. To him, they didn’t.

He suddenly shoved her upward—her heavy tits dragging roughly across his chest. Her damp shirt stuck to his, the friction causing her incredibly stiff nipples to feel as though they might tear right through the thin fabric.

She stumbled backward off his lap with a gasp, her large breasts nearly spilling completely out of the loosened shirt.

Her face flushed a deep, embarrassed scarlet. "A-aah, w-wait! I-I fell..."

She struggled weakly to pull back and regain her balance, but he was faster. His handsome face was suddenly buried right between her heavy tits—his hot, panting breath soaking straight through the damp cotton of her shirt, his lips purposely brushing the sensitive skin of her cleavage.

Her straining shirt struggled to hold her heavy curves. One button. Just one button left.

Her stiff nipples throbbed agonizingly under the wet fabric, painfully swollen from the rough friction, from having his mouth hovering so close, his breath so teasingly hot against her skin.

A brief, irrational spike of anxiety hit her—terrified she might actually suffocate him with her chest—completely failing to realize he was doing this deliberately, even as a heavy, tingling numbness began to overtake her rational thought.

"Seleyena, lift yourself," he growled darkly. His lips brushed the damp fabric of her shirt as he deliberately clamped his straight, white teeth around the garment’s only remaining button, tugging it with a slow, dirty pressure.

Pop.

The final button snapped free, pinging softly against the floor.

Her heavy breasts instantly spilled out, bouncing heavily with the sudden release of tension.

Her black lace bra clung tight, the delicate fabric stretched nearly to its breaking point by how painfully swollen her tits had become. The top edge of the lace slid upward just enough for the soft, pale undersides of her perky mounds to start spilling out from underneath the underwire. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Suddenly, one dark, hard nipple slipped completely free from the cup, tight and jutting like a bullet. The cold, sterile hospital air hit the wet peak instantly.

"Nngh!"