10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 143- A Yandere On Board

Her sobs didn’t cease; they simply melted into the kiss, her whimpers swallowed by his demanding tongue.

His free hand roamed down her side, sweeping over her ribs to palm the heavy, bare curve of her breast. The firm heat of his grip sank into her chilled flesh.

She didn’t flinch. She didn’t try to cover herself.

She kissed him back. Deeper. Rawer. She parted her lips eagerly, trying to anchor her very soul to him.

All her ingrained shame evaporated. He was alive, and the sheer terror of losing him had burned away her inhibitions.

She would give this arrogant, perverted man whatever he wanted.

His thumb found the stiff bud of her areola, flicking the sensitive peak. Her breath hitched sharply against his mouth. He didn’t escalate the tease; he merely held her, grounding her frantic mind with the heavy, possessive weight of his touch.

She kissed him like a woman starved.

Her lips trembled, fresh tears tracking through the soot on her face, but every ounce of hesitation was gone.

Her naked body pressed flush against his hard lines. Her thighs clamped down with renewed strength, seeking friction, seeking proof of life.

"Mnnhh... mmphh... nghh... Cruxius..." she whimpered against his tongue, her lungs struggling to process the suffocating heat blooming between her legs.

Her hips began to roll again.

This time, it wasn’t an involuntary twitch.

It was pure, obsessive instinct taking the reins. Her slick, swollen folds ground deliberately against the thick ridge of his arousal, chasing the ache. Something primal and dark had finally cracked wide open inside her chest.

She pulled back just a fraction, panting, her tear-streaked face hovering over his.

A broken, ragged chant spilled from her lips, the sheer possessive obsession in her tone enough to send a shiver down the devil’s spine.

"Hic... hic... mine... mine... y-you are mine~⁠♡!!"

The grand hall had become a smoldering ruin—marble pillars cracked, velvet curtains ablaze, the air thick with the suffocating bite of ash and embers.

Around them, fire licked upward in jagged, hungry tongues, casting monstrous shadows across the scorched stone.

But in the heart of that chaos... there was calm.

A radiant green light bloomed around their entwined bodies. It formed a dome of soft, shimmering energy, pulsing with the very essence of life. Her Healing Aura.

It kept the roaring fire at bay and stopped the black smoke from choking them.

But inside that bubble, the ambient heat lingered. It was sticky, laced with the slick musk of their sweat, creating a humid, breathless cocoon.

Her bare body trembled against his. Naked skin beaded with a sheen of moisture, catching the flickering green glow in the delicate dip of her spine and the soft swell of her hips.

Cruxius could barely think.

Not from the pain—that had faded, washed out of his veins by her power. It was her.

The way she moved, the way her silken thighs clung to him, the way she kissed him... like a fragile glass ornament inside her mind had just shattered.

"Mnnhh... hic... y-you... you scared me... y-you scared me so much...!"

Her plump lips pressed to his cheek. They were warm, damp with a fresh track of tears, trembling just as badly as her voice.

Then she moved to the bridge of his nose. His brow. The rough edge of his jaw.

Her kisses came fast, erratic and messy, like broken sobs turned into physical contact.

Each brush of her mouth left a trail of slick heat, blending her tears with the salty sweat coating his collarbone.

She shook against him—not from the chill, but from an overwhelming, primal surge. Damp, tangled strands of her hair clung to the wet skin of his shoulder.

Her breaths slipped out in soft, rhythmic pants, puffing hot and sweet across the pulse point of his throat.

Cruxius blinked. His eyes, still fogged with the lingering aftertaste of near-death, focused solely on the woman straddling him.

Her soft thighs locked tight around his narrow waist.

The swollen heat of her core pressed flush against his stomach. With every ragged sob that tore from her throat, her hips shifted, grinding into him in a steady, involuntary friction.

Her breasts, flushed with exertion, flattened against the hard planes of his chest before lifting with each hitched breath.

He could feel the tight, pebble-hard peaks of her nipples dragging across his skin. They left tiny streaks of wet warmth, an agonizingly slow glide of friction that set his nerves alight.

Yet, she wasn’t trying to seduce him.

She was claiming him. Marking her territory.

"I-I don’t c-care anymore... sniff... y-you’re mine... you hear me...?!"

"M-Mine! hic! M-Mine to love... mine to break... m-mine to fix—uuuwaah~!"

She leaned down and bit his lower lip. It wasn’t a tease. It was territorial.

Her teeth trembled as they clamped down on the soft flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but enough for him to feel the sharp sting of her spiraling mindset.

She pulled back, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths for a split second before breaking. She immediately went back to scattering frenzied kisses down the side of his neck.

Cruxius flinched. Half from the sharp spark of her bite, and half from the heavy, sinking realization pooling in his gut.

’Did I push her too far?’

He had played her. Manipulated her profound grief, all to force this very awakening. He had justified it as simple survival.

But feeling her lips shudder against his temple, her hot tears soaking the side of his face...

Feeling the plush mound of her center grinding down on him—driven by a broken, possessive instinct rather than lust—he finally understood the sheer weight of his gamble.

"Seleyena..." he murmured, his voice a raspy strain. "Y-You’re shaking... Are you... are you alright?"

His large hand moved to her bare back, his palm sliding up the delicate curve of her spine. Her skin was fever-hot, slick with a glistening coat of sweat and raw magical output.

His fingertips traced the deep groove of her back until he reached the arch of her shoulder blades.

She let out a breathy, wet gasp at the touch—but her mouth didn’t stop moving.

She just kept kissing him.

Fast, wild, open-mouthed pecks across his jawline and the corner of his mouth. Her lips smeared her tears everywhere, dragging intense heat and leaving faint, reddish suction marks on his skin. She was well beyond being careful.

"I won’t let you leave... I’ll k-kill anyone who tries t-to take you...! hic I’ll... I’ll tear them apart with my own hands—mnnhh!"

A wet kiss pressed to his closed eyelid.

Another suctioned against his chin.

Then, her wet mouth found the shell of his ear. Her canines grazed the sensitive cartilage.

There was no gentleness left. She nibbled at his lobe like a starving animal, a she-wolf blindly clinging to her mate. Her erratic, hot pants flooded his ear canal.

"You’re breathing b-because of me... so you b-belong to me... nghhh—mine forever, Cruxius... forever, forever, foreverrrrr...!"

The sharp tips of her nails dug into the firm muscle of his back. They didn’t pierce the skin, but they dragged down in long, bruising trails of warning.

Her luscious frame wrapped tighter around his torso. It felt as though she was trying to crawl inside his ribcage.

She wanted to anchor her soul so deep into his marrow that no grim reaper, no web of lies, and no future betrayal could ever pry them apart.

Cruxius felt his throat go painfully tight.

Lower down, his cock twitched in response. Of course it did. The friction of her wet, overheated center sliding against him, the intoxicating scent of her arousal mingling with sweat—she was walking sin right now.

But rising above the thick fog of his lust... was a creeping unease.

’Did I... break her?’