10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 146- Darithi’s Arrival and Worry

The shout resonated through the crumbling halls. The scorch-marked villa was groaning, visibly close to a total collapse. Through the chaotic heat, he felt a familiar, tethered connection rapidly approaching from the grounds outside. A presence brimming with blind faith, sprinting straight toward the inferno.

He didn’t need to guess who it was. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Aaah, i-it hurts... i-it hurts so good—I... love..." Seleyena slurred, her heavy breasts swaying as she slowly lifted her hips. Her thighs trembled, the over-stretched pink rim of her entrance reluctantly sliding up his shaft, releasing the blunt head with a loud, wet pop.

Thick, shiny strings of white fluid bridged the gap between their bodies, stretching over her damp slit and refusing to snap.

And then—

Smack!

She slammed her soft curves down with reckless force. The meaty, echoing slap of her plush ass hitting his groin rang out, the deep impact sending visible, jiggling shockwaves up through her torso and into her heaving chest.

Her spine bowed into a sharp, painful arch. Her flushed, tear-streaked face flung back as her chest thrust forward, showing off the harsh pinch marks mottling her swollen mounds.

"AAAHNGGGGHH—!" she screamed.

Her pink tongue lolled over her bitten lip, her wide eyes glazed over with pure, unadulterated madness.

The tight ring stretched to its absolute limit, greedily swallowing his impressive girth whole in one reckless, breathless plunge.

Her slender frame spasmed, twitching without any restraint.

She looked entirely possessed, her lips curling up into a cracked, messy grin of pure euphoria.

Her slender arms quivered, barely holding her upright. A steady trickle of cream drooled from her neglected front, smearing over his taut stomach muscles. Her stiff nipples were raw and chafed, but the physical agony was entirely erased. The emerald aura pulsed, knitting her micro-tears shut the second they formed, her inner walls clamping around his erection with renewed, crushing vigor. Supercharged by a massive boost in stamina and agility, her body was simply moving on its own.

Binding with Cruxius had infected her with his EX-rank aura. He was feeding her an endless loop of restoration.

Physically, she had been turned into a tireless, inexhaustible toy.

Mentally, the engine was tearing itself apart.

Then the air shifted.

A sleek silhouette materialized directly behind Seleyena’s arching back—sharp, utterly silent, and moving at an unreal speed.

A mere blur of black fabric. A swift, calculated flash of motion.

SMACK!

A gloved hand chopped viciously into the back of Seleyena’s delicate neck. The strike was fast, precise, and unapologetically brutal. The frantic woman’s body jolted like she’d touched a live wire. Her eyes rolled back, showing only white, the ecstatic scream dying in her throat.

"Ghhhk—!" A garbled, pathetic gasp slipped past her drooling lips.

Her thrashing limbs went totally slack.

She folded forward with a soft, pathetic moan, her sweat-slicked breasts slapping against Cruxius’s bare chest. She slumped heavily onto him, nothing more than a gorgeous puppet with her strings abruptly severed.

Her breath hitched one final time.

Then, she was out cold. Her naked form remained draped over his lap, occasional post-orgasmic tremors still rippling through her thighs from the intense overstimulation.

Cruxius’s strong arms moved on sheer instinct, wrapping around her slender waist to catch her dead weight. He held her close to his chest, momentarily stunned by the contrast. Her skin was fever-warm, and her internal muscles were still subconsciously milking his length, even while she was knocked out.

"Haah, Seleyena?" he exhaled, his chest rising. He slowly shifted his weight, sitting upright and taking her pliant body with him. Her arms hung limply over his shoulders, her rear firmly locked around his base, effectively plugging her up as he situated them both on the ruined floor.

"Master, are you injured?" Darithi’s cool, even voice broke the heavy silence.

She stood tall amidst the blazing debris, entirely unfazed by the explicit, messy scene of her lord sheathed deep inside the unconscious woman. Her crimson eyes remained vigilant, scanning the crumbling ceiling, prioritizing his immediate evacuation.

Seeing him without a single scorch mark on his flawless skin put her at ease. Darithi also noted the strange, thrumming vitality within her own veins. The ambient heat wasn’t blistering her flesh; her body was rapidly resisting the smoke and fire. A passive, shared healing she suspected was bleeding over from her master’s domain.

"Yeah..." Cruxius gave a curt nod. His broad hand trailed up Seleyena’s exposed, damp spine, feeling the unnatural heat radiating from her skin. He hooked an arm around her waist, hugging her pliant form against him in a possessive hold.

And yet, a heavy knot of guilt twisted in his gut.

It was a bitter pill. He had used her body, deliberately fractured her psyche, and pushed her to the edge of sanity. But here she was, slumped in his embrace. Even after all the cruel torment, her broken mind had still desperately chosen him.

The plan had been cold and calculated. Bring her to the villa, use the fire to trigger her latent awakening, and ruthlessly ravage her until her stamina broke. He wanted to drain her, leave her fatigued and pliant, just so he could swoop in and play the saving hero the moment she passed out.

That was why he had been so unforgivingly rough. He had pounded into her like a crude actor in a cheap smut film, devoid of any genuine romance. He wasn’t making love to her. He was conquering her.

Yet, in the midst of that brutal assault, she had clung to him like a lifeline.

He knew how this worked. A woman’s pleasure wasn’t just a physical switch. It was deeply, dangerously emotional, even in the throes of raw lust. Beyond the blunt stretching of his size, what anchored them was the encompassing feeling of being possessed and cherished by a man they adored. A fulfillment that, in this distorted, manipulative world, was rarely genuine.

He treated sex as warfare—a weaponized blend of physical dominance and emotional manipulation designed to shatter their defenses.

But he had miscalculated the dosage.

For a painfully soft-hearted girl like Seleyena, believing he was burning alive for her sake was the final, devastating blow to her sanity.

It was supposed to be an artificial, manufactured attachment. Pure lust dressed up as tragic romance.

But the foolish, sweet girl had swallowed the poison whole, letting it rot her mind from the inside out.

"Darithi, can I ask you a favor?" Cruxius murmured, lifting his dark gaze. His arms remained firmly locked around Seleyena’s bare thighs, shielding her exposed, messy form from the falling debris as the maid blinked down at him.

"Of course. Your word is my command, Master," Darithi replied smoothly, dipping into a flawless, ninety-degree bow despite the ash raining around them.

"Be a mentor to Seleyena... she just crossed the same threshold you did."

Cruxius slowly rose to his feet. As he moved, his large hands slid down her slippery waist, firmly cupping the soft, heavy cheeks of her ass.

He hauled her dead weight up with him. Her chin lolled onto his broad shoulder, her pale arms dangling freely. His fingers dug deeply into her plush, fluid-smeared bottom to secure her, the thick head of his cock still acting as a fleshy peg inside her back door. She hung against his chest like a koala, completely at his mercy.