10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 147- Handing Over a Yandere to Another
He took a heavy step forward. His erection throbbed inside her tight, unconscious grip, but the burning hunger was gone. The thrill of the hunt had vanished.
All he wanted now was to carry this fragile, ruined girl out of the burning cage he had built to trap her.
Looking at her pale profile, he saw the same hollowed-out look Darithi used to wear.
"She is a reflection of your past self," he added, his voice low. "Fix her mind. Anchor her. I want her to love me—but temper that toxic obsession into unwavering devotion."
"...But Master," Darithi began, her usual stoic facade slipping into genuine hesitation.
She didn’t bat an eye at the explicit way Seleyena’s plump ass bounced wetly against his groin with every step, making it look as though they were still engaged in a crude act. Her concern lay in the terrifying reality of a shattered psyche. Pulling someone back from the ledge of a love-induced psychotic break was a monumental task.
Darithi spoke from the bitter, lingering scars of her own past.
"Seleyena is gentle at her core. She has the patience and the morals to be a flawless, devoted partner... and she will be, eventually," Cruxius insisted.
"But you need to temper the mind I just shattered."
The final traces of predatory heat bled out of him. Despite the endless rush of his healing aura keeping his blood pumping, the thick length buried inside the girl finally began to soften, going lax against her abused walls.
The blinding rush of physical desire was snuffed out like a candle in the wind. The unconditional, suffocating warmth of her heart was simply too heavy for him to ignore anymore.
Losing its rigid girth, his cock finally slipped free from her tight, messy ring with a soft squelch. He didn’t adjust his grip, keeping his hands locked firmly under her thighs, cradling her exhausted, bare body against his chest to spare her any more strain.
Carrying his prize, he cleared the smoking ruins and approached the sleek, waiting vehicle. He paused by the open door, tipping his chin up to stare into the vast, ink-black sky.
The royal lineage of vampires would be hunting him soon. Activating that cursed item had painted a massive target on his back.
But this time, they were walking into a slaughter.
Within a black car dashing along the highway, Cruxius sat scrolling through his phone.
He wore a crisp white shirt and slacks Darithi had brought earlier, feeling somewhat human again.
Beside him, dressed in borrowed clothes that were at least a size too big, lay Seleyena.
She was dead to the world.
Her limp, exhausted body was curled up, sleeping with her head resting softly on his lap.
The thin fabric of her oversized blouse clung to her sweat-dampened skin. The chill of the car’s AC made the hard, sore outline of her nipples press visibly against the material, a quiet reminder of how thoroughly she had been used just moments ago. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"Master, Thalia seems to have reached the mansion," Darithi informed him from the front seat.
Cruxius had asked earlier whether the girl had gone home or fled.
She had plenty of time and space on her way back from the hospital to pull a vanishing act.
But he wanted to test the impact of Seleyena’s raw, unfiltered breakdown on her.
It appeared Thalia chose not to run.
The lingering shock of Seleyena’s words had rooted her in place.
In one way or another, without lifting a finger, he had bound Thalia to act of her own volition.
Or at least, manipulated her into seizing the opportunity to grow under his shadow.
By using Seleyena—a woman Thalia viewed as a paragon of strength—he had shown her a brutal mirror of reality.
It was a subtle way of conveying that he didn’t need her consent to move his pieces forward.
Thalia was already in check.
She had likely been put in her proper place by now.
"Hm. And what about both sisters?"
Cruxius turned his gaze toward the tinted window, watching the dark landscape blur past.
"We have secured them, as per your orders. But since they were already under strict surveillance, there wasn’t much need for a forceful extraction," Darithi explained.
The quiet operation had taken place at the little curry shop they visited last time.
Since the owner possessed that rare culinary ability that clearly pleased her master’s palate, Darithi had taken the mission personally.
But during the process, she kept wondering about his true motives.
Her only conclusion was that he orchestrated the kidnapping to protect the sisters from an unseen threat.
However, the surveillance network he had personally arranged over them was already suffocatingly tight.
It would have been nearly impossible for anyone else to snatch them first.
That made Darithi feel the aggressive action was a bit unnecessary.
It might even provoke fierce retaliation from Lira, who already held a venomous opinion of Cruxius.
"Lira is stubborn. She won’t let Neauril choose safety by training her ability," Cruxius replied, his voice flat.
"And Lira herself won’t realize the danger she’s in until a knife is at her throat. Increase the speed of this thing."
He leaned back into the leather seats. Time was slipping through his fingers.
The train incident felt like a lifetime ago, though it had only been hours.
Then came the hospital ordeal, followed by forcefully awakening his ability by breaking Seleyena inside out.
Too much time had been lost.
Before sunrise, he expected a summon from the head of the family.
And before that headache started, he needed to collect his cook and head straight to the desert.
"Yes, sir," came the chauffeur’s calm voice.
Vroooom.
The heavy engine roared.
The car tore down the empty highway, treating traffic laws like mere suggestions.
Trrinng.
Darithi’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen. It was Ytrisia.
"Pick it up. Let’s see if they managed to stop the kidnapping of that woman..." Cruxius smirked, his fingers tracing a lazy circle over Seleyena’s exposed collarbone.
After leaving the hospital, he had dispatched Ytrisia and Sugar on a very specific hunt.
Their target was a woman expected to be the first prize for the mastermind behind the train attack: Az.
Az was a woman known for always thinking one step ahead.
Naturally, Cruxius had to think two steps ahead to cut her throat.
He had put himself in her tactical position, thoroughly analyzing who her next stepping stone might be.
In today’s tech-driven world, the most advantageous pawn to grab was someone with unmatched digital value.
Lulu.
Or ’Nano’—a supervillain possessing highly advanced modern tech abilities.
She was an easy target if one actually knew the coordinates of her rat hole.
Having a cyber-path like her in hand granted an enormous, world-tilting advantage.
"Yes..." Darithi nodded, pressing the phone to her ear.
A few hours ago.
Somewhere off the grid, buried deep beneath layers of reinforced concrete and thick electromagnetic dampeners.
A dim basement flickered with the cold, sterile blue light of dozens of monitors.
Static hummed softly in the chill air.
The endless glow of code, surveillance feeds, and terminal logs danced across the cluttered, claustrophobic space.
Nano sat hunched over in the center of her digital web.
She was wrapped in a baggy gray hoodie, the cuffs half-chewed from anxiety, with large headphones sitting crooked over one ear.
Dark, bruising circles shaded her sunken eyes.
Her slender fingers twitched over the mechanical keyboard, running on fumes and residual adrenaline.
