10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 17 - New Superheroine Determination
Somewhere in Sector 9 – Linton Street, Hero City
A small apartment sat nestled above an old curry shop at the edge of a rundown alleyway, its cracked windows open to morning light and the smell of burnt toast mixed with yesterday’s spices.
On the second floor, within peeling walls and a kitchen too small for two people, something big was about to happen.
A blur of blonde hair bounded down the stairs, nearly slipping on the last step.
Long, toned legs—honed from years of running errands, dodging trouble, and early morning jogs—carried her down with practiced grace despite the near-tumble.
She wore a fitted white tank top that clung to her curves, the fabric thin enough to show the outline of her black sports bra beneath.
Her sleep shorts rode low on her hips, exposing the toned lines of her stomach and the gentle curve where her waist flared into shapely hips.
At eighteen—just weeks away from nineteen—she was no longer a girl.
She was a young woman caught in that perfect moment of bloom: fully developed, confident in her body, but still carrying that spark of youthful energy that made her bounce down stairs like she owned the world.
And when she bounced, everything else did too.
Her chest—full, round, perfectly proportioned—swayed with each step, the sports bra doing its best to contain the generous curves that strained against the fabric.
Her blonde hair, thick and wavy, cascaded past her shoulders in a messy morning tangle that somehow looked effortlessly sexy.
"Big sis! I have to tell you something, I have awakene—!"
Before she could finish, a hand darted out in ambush.
"Ah-ah—open wide!"
"Huh?!"
Too late.
A slice of toast was shoved directly into her mouth by her older sister, who stood barefoot in an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her thighs, holding a second piece in her own teeth.
Lira looked toward her younger sister through golden eyes framed by pink cotton-candy hair that fell messily around her face, some strands sticking to her cheek from the morning heat.
She tucked them back behind her ear with slender fingers still sticky with jam.
Her shirt—clearly stolen from someone much larger—hung loose on her frame, the neckline dipping just low enough to hint at soft curves beneath.
The fabric clung slightly to her chest where sweat had dampened it from standing over the hot stove, outlining the shape of her breasts.
"No ruckus before breakfast," she said around her own bite, as if this were law.
"Mphh!?" The younger woman made a muffled noise of protest, cheeks puffed like a stuffed dumpling. Her eyes—bright blue and wide with indignation—sparkled above flushed cheeks.
Even with her mouth full, she looked stunning. The kind of stunning that turned heads on the street, that made men walk into lampposts, that got her unsolicited drinks at bars she was barely old enough to enter.
"Sit. Eat. Then speak. That’s how civilized people work, baby beast." Lira nudged her toward the table.
The blonde woman huffed but plopped down into the chair.
The motion made her breasts bounce noticeably beneath the thin tank top, drawing the eye before she crossed her arms under them—which only pushed them up and together, creating an even more distracting display of cleavage.
A beat passed—chewing, munching, the clink of jam on ceramic.
"Nmm... Big sis, I have good news! I became a hero—" While eating, she tried to speak about how, when she woke up, she saw a golden light around her hair and body, similar to what is depicted on television about people experiencing the awakening of superpowers.
Her words came out garbled around the toast, but her excitement was palpable—eyes shining, hands gesturing wildly, nearly knocking over her glass of water. The movement made her chest jiggle with each animated gesture.
Ding!
A soft alert buzzed from the tablet on the counter.
Lira blinked, wiped her hands on her shorts—the motion pulling the fabric tighter across her hips and ass—and checked the screen.
A moment later, she froze.
"...an order?" she whispered, squinting closer at the notification.
Before she could process it fully, she remembered something more important. She stood up from the table abruptly, setting aside the tablet, and focused on her priority.
Without a word, she spun around—pink hair whipping behind her—and darted down the narrow hallway. She returned moments later with a slightly wrinkled envelope, one she’d clearly been hiding for a day like this.
Her bare feet slapped against the worn wooden floor as she rushed back, breathless, chest heaving slightly from the quick movement.
"You got in," she said, voice trembling between disbelief and excitement as she held up the letter. She’d received it very early in the morning and had been waiting for the perfect moment. "Linton Prestige. You’re accepted."
The younger woman’s eyes went wide. "What?!"
Lira dropped the toast entirely and pulled her sister into a tight hug, spinning her around.
The blonde’s legs kicked up as she was lifted, her tank top riding up to expose her toned stomach and the dimples at the small of her back.
When her feet touched ground again, her breasts pressed against Lira’s chest in the embrace, soft and warm.
When Lira set her down, both of them were laughing, tears threatening at the corners of their eyes.
"I knew it. I knew it! I told you that scholarship test wasn’t hard!" The younger one beamed, face glowing with pride and joy. Her fingers clutched the letter like a trophy, holding it against her chest—which only emphasized the curves beneath. "They said only ten city kids would get selected and I’m one of them!"
Then she paused, biting her lower lip—a nervous habit that made her look both innocent and dangerously alluring. "Uh... we still need to pay 180 GC for the admission formalities, though..."
Her big sister froze mid-celebration. "Wait—seriously? That wasn’t in the brochure..."
The younger one gave a sheepish grin, nose crinkling. "It was in the small text."
"...."
