10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 140 - Seleyena’s Internal Turmoil

Her spine arched on reflex, dragging her ruined, swollen core right against his thigh. It left a thick, hot smear of their mixed fluids down his leg—sticky and reeking of their recent, raw sex.

His voice dropped to a feral growl.

"Fucking move, Seleyena!"

She was a flushed, pliant mess in his arms. Her skin was a canvas of red marks, dripping and vulnerable.

He adjusted his grip, his hand sliding under her thigh to keep her from dropping. As he hoisted her higher, his thick fingers accidentally brushed against the swollen, abused pink lips between her legs.

She jolted.

"Haah—!"

A faint spasm rocked her hips, her ruined nerves misfiring as if trying to pull her into another orgasm amid the burning room.

"W-wait....Crux...I-I need time.." she mumbled. It was practically gibberish murmured into his skin. Her soft lips grazed his neck, weakly mouthing the heated air.

He didn’t afford her a single second.

Cruxius hauled her fully into his arms. The roaring firelight carved wild, dancing shadows across the tense muscles of his back as he pivoted toward the open doorway.

His arm curled tight around her back to secure her. By pure necessity, the crook of his elbow cupped her left breast, mashing the sensitive peak flat against his forearm as he shifted her dead weight.

She winced, a soft sound of discomfort, but didn’t fight him. She couldn’t.

Her bare limbs dangled in the sweltering air.

"Stay with me," he growled.

Her head lolled back. Her parted lips brushed the shell of his ear, offering a barely perceptible nod.

He carried her out into the hallway.

The villa was screaming around them.

Wood splintered and cracked. Flames leapt from the wallpaper, dancing down the long corridor like starving, fiery serpents. Thick, toxic smoke rolled across the ceiling, casting the world in a chaotic flicker of shadow and ember.

Expensive paintings blistered, dropping from the walls in dark, ashen clumps. The plush red carpet underfoot was already ablaze, the fire snaking forward in jagged lines like crawling lava.

He stepped right over it.

Barefoot.

His calves bunched tightly as he lifted his legs high, dodging the licking red tongues. Sparks flew upward, stinging his bare thighs. A few little explosions of light flicked against Seleyena’s exposed hip, making her moan softly in his grip. She was only half-awake, her stiff nipples grazing the hard wall of his chest with every jarring step, her slick inner thighs rubbing against his side every time he adjusted her weight.

The suffocating heat finally began to register in her foggy brain.

It crept in slowly. A terrifying reality she didn’t want to accept.

Her skin tingled—not from arousal, but from a blistering warmth that bit into her flesh. The air against her bare shoulders stung. Her back slicked with a new layer of nervous sweat. Her scalp felt damp, and every ragged breath she took tasted of acrid ash.

But it wasn’t until her heavy lashes fluttered apart—until her blurry, exhausted eyes managed to focus—that she truly saw.

She saw the angry, blistering red marks blooming across his shoulder.

’?!’

The skin was peeling at the edges. Raw.

Dark soot was smeared across his sharp collarbone like savage war paint.

She looked down. His ankle was blackened at the heel, charred from stepping directly through the creeping flames.

He was burning.

Carrying her.

Through a literal inferno.

"Y-Your skin..." she murmured, the words fragile and broken. "Cruxius... it’s—"

Her dilated pupils drifted downward, taking in the fresh cuts along his ribs from flying debris, the scorched flesh of his foot.

"You’re—hurting..." she fumbled, her voice a cracked whisper. "Gods, you’re—you’re burning alive..."

The realization pierced her like a physical blade.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t grant the pain a single grunt. He didn’t slow his pace.

He just kept carrying her bare, dripping body. Holding her like she weighed nothing at all. Moving forward as if the fire wasn’t chewing through his skin with every punishing step.

And yet—his large fingers trembled against her thigh.

His broad chest heaved against her squished breasts.

But it wasn’t from exertion.

It was from calculated restraint.

"I—why didn’t you drop me...?" she choked out, her voice shrinking to a guilt-ridden hush. "Why... why would you..."

"Shut up! Can’t you see your state!? You can’t move!" Cruxius barked.

Even through the agonizing sting of his burns, a faint, twisted smirk threatened to pull at the corner of his mouth. This was perfect. He knew this exact performance would carve his name so deeply into her heart she would never root it out.

He needed her to realize it was her fault he wasn’t sprinting out of here alone.

It was her fault he was trapped in this crawling hellscape.

And despite the wretched agony, he was enduring it all for her.

Just like how she had ’pounced’ on him earlier—it was her own fault she was too thoroughly wrecked and weak to move now. He had just, like a true gentleman, made love to her. He certainly hadn’t intended to leave her this exhausted and helpless in a burning building.

Definitely not.

"Hiccc—!"

Her breath hitched sharply. The crushing weight of the truth settled over her. The only reason he was moving so slowly, the only reason he might not escape this alive, was because he refused to leave her limp, used body behind.

Her lips trembled.

A wet, raw sob tore its way up her throat. She crushed the sound behind her teeth, burying her face into the side of his scorched neck. Hot, fast tears sprang to her eyes, tracking through the soot on his skin.

"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..."

Above them, a massive wooden beam groaned.

CRACKKK—!!

Cruxius ducked on pure reflex.

The burning beam smashed into the marble floor right behind them, sending a shower of lethal splinters into the air. He snarled, his jaw clenched tight, his dark eyes wild and scanning the smoke.

Then, he spotted the grand staircase.

He didn’t hesitate.

He shifted his grip on her. Seleyena’s naked body bounced in his arms, her soft breast slapping gently against his forearm. He charged down the steps two at a time, dodging curtains of fire, thick smoke curling into his lungs with every determined breath.

The heat kept rising. It was a living, breathing entity—pressing into her bare flesh, suffocating, aggressively alive.

Seleyena’s vision trembled. Her lashes fluttered, blurred with tears that refused to fall. Instead, they baked in the corners of her eyes, vaporizing before they could even streak her soot-stained cheeks.

Her throat felt lined with ash. She tried to speak, but her swollen lips only parted in a silent, useless quiver.

Then she saw it again—his skin. The broad expanse of his shoulder where she had just been resting her head.

It was blackening. Blistering.

Bits of him were sloughing away—raw, angry red, cracking like parched earth. His chest heaved against her squished breasts with immense restraint, but she could feel the toll it took. The deep, rattling tremble in his core. The shake in his iron grip beneath her thighs.

The furnace heat licking over her flushed curves felt like an omen, but she knew the worst of it wasn’t touching her.

It was devouring him.

Her Cruxius.

Her voice shattered.

"N-No... no... no, no please—!" A jagged, high-pitched sob ripped from her throat.

"P-Please... j-just—just leave me! Leave me here!"