10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 170 - Taking her to Bang

Given his sudden awakening and the reversal of the curse, it should have been the Bloodmoon elders aggressively approaching him—and they technically did through Alath.

But Evangeline’s personal, bloody intervention was a glaringly clear signal. She was deeply interested in him, especially after openly declaring she wanted him in her bed. It was obvious she was going to back him in the cutthroat Flag Bearer battle, an event she historically had zero interest in.

He added a final, teasing jab: "So, I will hate you if you start hating my future wife’s excellent choices."

His voice was sharp but completely steady as he looked toward the ancient woman.

He could see she was clearly angered by his insolence, but he also noticed a distinct glint in her ruby gaze. Even though she knew he was boldly acting out a part, she still felt a dark amusement—realizing that at least this human pet had a gifted tongue and knew exactly how to playfully push a woman’s buttons.

"You’ve got a very slick tongue there, boy."

"Oh, it can do far more than just speak to impress you," Cruxius stated with a wicked grin, stepping through the massive gate.

The entire group finally entered the cavernous main hallway. His dark eyes roamed around, mentally noting the sheer number of elite guards stationed in the shadows.

It clearly reinforced his suspicion that all these extravagant arrangements were made solely for him—to officially present him as a prime candidate for the Flag Bearer battle—with Evangeline’s overwhelming presence showing her clear alignment to protect him.

"...."

Ytrisia and Lira were the ones remaining painfully silent about the explicit exchange.

They simply observed, shooting him a bewildered glance before settling their eyes firmly forward. They found his bold words highly confusing. He appeared to be openly, shamelessly flirting with the terrifying monster who had just ripped a man’s head off.

It was so strange that it made them both dizzy, and certainly not in a positive way.

They could clearly parse the dirty, double-meaning in his sentence. Yet, they just stared at the Queen, who didn’t really seem to take his crude words to heart, acting more indifferent to his sexual compliment than anything else.

Her unbothered, regal reaction only fueled the deep confusion in both Ytrisia and Lira as to why he would eagerly pay attention to such a lethal, cold woman.

Swish, swish—

Two new figures suddenly emerged from the ambient mist. They formed entirely from thick strands of blood-colored vapor, their dark robes rippling as if they were stitched directly from the shadows.

They did not speak a single word. They merely knelt on the stone—heads lowered respectfully, their pale faces entirely obscured beneath thin, black veils.

Their eyes, however, lingered—unnervingly—on the three humans.

Their pupils thinned into sharp, predatory slits, gleaming a hungry silver beneath the veils, fixating on the women’s pulsing veins for far too long. Their nostrils flared once, loudly sniffing the warm scent of human blood in the air. But neither of them dared to lift their heads in the Queen’s presence.

"They will escort the mortal guests to their temporary rooms," Evangeline stated flatly, her crimson eyes cold and utterly unbothered by her servants’ hunger.

Then, casually—almost like a sharp knife slipped quietly between the ribs—she added without even glancing at him, "... I will see you tomorrow. Completely alone."

The two veiled figures dipped their heads slightly in acknowledgment. They shimmered out of place, instantly reforming several feet down the hall, silently waiting to lead the way.

Cruxius didn’t respond to her demand. His handsome expression remained entirely passive.

But inwardly, his tactical thoughts stirred wildly—

’Is this private meeting about the official candidate announcement?’

The group was quickly led down a narrow, hollowed-out corridor. It was carved entirely from smooth black stone and etched with glowing red lines that pulsed rhythmically, exactly like living veins.

The heavy silence between them wasn’t comfortable in the slightest—it actively breathed, incredibly tense and constantly watching them.

Finally, they stopped before two heavy oak doors facing each other across the hall.

The taller, blood-clad guard turned to them. "The rooms are prepared. You may rest now."

The guards immediately stepped aside, fading back into the shadows.

Ytrisia hesitated in the center of the hall, her lips parting as if she were about to say something important to him.

But Lira didn’t wait around. She walked forward, her posture stiff and wordless. Ignoring everyone, she entered the room on the right. The heavy door closed with a soft, final thud behind her.

Ytrisia’s gloved fingers curled nervously. Her voice was much quieter than before.

"...Can we talk?"

Cruxius met her pleading violet eyes and gave a single, slow nod.

Ytrisia turned and stepped inside the room on the left. Cruxius followed closely behind her.

She didn’t look back to see if he was there. She didn’t have to.

Because he was already intimately watching her.

He watched the mesmerizing way her narrow waist tapered out into those incredibly lush, wide hips. He admired her calm but unguarded walk, his eyes tracking the heavy, subtle sway of her thick curves outlined perfectly beneath her dark cloak.

The soft, full rise of her firm ass was outlined cleanly as the flickering torchlight inside the opulent room perfectly framed her gorgeous silhouette from behind.

He didn’t look away for a second.

She didn’t seem to notice his hungry gaze.

’System, can you sense the magical presence of someone if they try to peek in on us?’ Cruxius asked inwardly.

His dark eyes flicked sharply to the corners of the ornate chamber. The high walls were draped in thick, luxurious velvet, and flickering magical crystals cast moody, intimate purple glows across the large bed.

> [Negative.]

>

Cruxius exhaled a slow, hot breath through his nose. He gave a subtle, satisfied nod to himself.

Behind him, the heavy door gave a faint thud as the intricate lock automatically sealed them inside.

He turned his attention back to her just in time to see Ytrisia take a deep, shaky breath and step closer.

She folded her arms tightly just under her chest. The defensive motion aggressively pushed up the twin swells of her full, perky breasts against the tight, latex-like uniform that already clung to her skin like a second, shiny layer.

They shifted heavily with the sudden motion, pushed snugly together by her crossed forearms. The glossy fabric looked almost too tight to contain their heavy, bouncing roundness—shaped perfectly like ripe, heavy melons. The exact kind of deep, overflowing cleavage that made grown men stutter and lose their train of thought mid-sentence.

Her beautiful purple eyes—shimmering with a complex mix of deep frustration, lingering betrayal, and perhaps something far more primal—locked onto his dark gaze with a steady, burning intensity.

She stood up perfectly straight. Her delicate chin lifted proudly, her plush lips parted slightly as her chest heaved. Her voice was quiet, but incredibly firm.

"Tell me."

Cruxius looked right at her, entirely unflinching.

That specific stance of hers—defiant, undeniably proud, yet... so painfully vulnerable. She was trying her absolute best to stay composed and angry, but her tense posture and erratic breathing spoke of a woman completely overwhelmed.

He didn’t answer her demand right away.

Instead, a slow, dark smirk curved one corner of his handsome lips—arrogant, knowing, and entirely unapologetic.

"I’m sorry."