10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 178 - Warning of Helpless Vampire

Every slight twitch and pulse of his buried cock dragged more uncontrollable orgasmic spasms from her thoroughly wrecked body.

She tipped over the edge again—loud, shattered, and spilling over him.

Her small frame twitched violently, slender legs shaking against the floorboards as her ruined voice caught in her throat.

And this time, he finally followed her into the dark.

A guttural groan broke through his clenched teeth. He slammed his hips forward to the very hilt, burying himself to the base with one final, world-ending thrust.

His thick cock throbbed wildly inside her tight walls, heavy spurts of heat spilling out. He filled her to the brim, grinding his pelvis deep against her swollen cleft to milk out every last drop of his climax.

She gasped, her slick inner walls fluttering and milking around his girth in long, trembling waves.

He didn’t pull out. He simply collapsed his weight forward, draping his sweaty body over her back, his hot, ragged pants fanning across the shell of her ear.

They stayed tangled like that for several long moments. Just breathing, muscles twitching, entirely soaked in each other’s juices.

She was still experiencing little aftershocks beneath his weight, her breath coming in ragged pants, eyes half-lidded in a post-orgasmic daze. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Then, he suddenly slid his softening length out. The thick, wet squelch sounded deafening in the quiet space between their bodies.

She gasped at the sudden, cooling emptiness, barely able to form a coherent thought. "W-wait..."

But his hands were already moving.

He grabbed her bruised waist and effortlessly rolled her over onto her back. Without hesitation, he hooked his forearms under her damp knees and folded her in half.

Her thighs were pressed tightly back against her own heaving chest, knees practically brushing her ears. The angle forced her slick pussy to spread impossibly wide. It was a beautiful, flushed mess—soaked in their mixed fluids, the delicate inner folds swollen, pouty, and glistening under the harsh lights.

He leaned his broad chest over her trapped form. One large hand steadied her trembling calf, while his other hand gripped the base of his recovering cock, lining the thick, shiny head right back up with her slick entrance.

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a pathetic whimper. "Please—"

He bypassed the teasing and slammed his entire length back into her wet heat with a single, brutal thrust.

Pah!

Her spine arched off the floor as her entire body jolted from the sheer depth.

"AAHH—!!"

She choked on the ensuing scream. Her battered walls fluttered violently around the intrusion as he immediately started to pound into her.

Locked in that deep-folded mating press, the severe angle hit a spot so raw and deep near her cervix that it physically forced fresh, hot tears to spill from the corners of her eyes.

The thick ridge of his cock dragged flawlessly against her tightest insides, stretching and filling her to capacity.

His pelvic bone slapped loudly against the soft, spread swell of her ass cheeks, her folded body bouncing helplessly across the floorboards under the heavy pressure of every relentless thrust.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

Her moans returned, hitting a high, breathless register as the friction took over her mind once again.

"Ahh—hahh—nnnghh—s-so deep—!"

[ Kino Control (Rank A+)..... ]

Moving through the quiet corridor, Cruxius let his eyes wander over the glowing system screen. The achievements he’d racked up overnight painted a satisfying picture.

Morning light filtered through the arched windows, catching the sharp angles of his face and the faint, self-assured curve of his lips.

It was a smile tinged with a lingering hunger. The meticulous flags he had planted to capture Ytrisia’s attention were finally blooming. It had gone smoother than anticipated, planting those slow, insidious seeds deep in her subconscious.

’Another question is, how much strength will this awakening give me?’

Cruxius glanced around the empty hall, craving a test subject. He needed to feel the raw extent of this new ability buzzing in his veins.

His upgraded control meant he was no longer bound by petty daily limits or minor parlor tricks. He could bend physics to his whim now, achieving something far more devastating.

But theory on a glowing screen wasn’t enough. He needed flesh and bone to confirm it. He needed targets who wouldn’t dare blow his cover as the potential flag-bearer candidate.

’Here they are.’

Two towering figures strolled down the opposite end of the corridor. They wore impeccably tailored night coats draped over wine-red sashes. Their skin held a sickly, porcelain pallor, contrasting with eyes that burned a feral crimson.

They moved with languid grace, hips swaying like dancers, radiating the arrogant aura of apex predators who never had to try.

Cruxius didn’t break his stride. Hands buried deep in his pockets, shoulders rolling in a relaxed slump, he kept walking.

The shorter vampire tilted his head, drawing in a long sniff. A cruel, slit-like smile stretched across his pale face.

"Do you smell that?"

"Mmm... something tasty. No, not just tasty..."

The second vampire leaned in, lowering his voice into a mocking, theatrical whisper that bared a flash of pearly fangs.

"It’s almost delicious... and it’s walking right past us."

Cruxius paused. His boots stopped dead on the marble.

He merely tilted his head. He didn’t bother making eye contact, but the dark smirk playing on his lips showed he was just waiting for them to take the bait.

"Enough," he said.

A single word. Flat. Dry. Bone-cold.

Like a guillotine dropping in the middle of a quiet room.

Both vampires froze, their amusement souring into slow, arrogant glares as they turned to face him.

"Oh? Did you say something, pocket-boy?"

"Who gave the food permission to speak?"

The shorter one chuckled, shifting his weight. His polished shoe slid forward—just a single inch.

It was enough.

Cruxius narrowed his eyes. Hidden inside the fabric of his coat, his right thumb gave a gentle flick.

[ Kino Control: Activated ]

There was no rush of wind. No warning hum.

But in the next breath—

BOOM!

The shorter vampire launched backward as if hit by a freight train, his spine crashing into the marble wall. A spiderweb of cracks erupted from the impact point. His jaw dropped open to scream, but the concentrated wave of kinetic force had already crushed the air from his lungs.

Before the taller one could even blink, Cruxius stood in the exact same spot, thoroughly unfazed.

"Tch—"

The second vampire snarled, raising a clawed hand. But his knees buckled. An invisible, crushing weight clamped around both his legs. Pure kinetic energy coiled tightly around his bones, compressing until it violently ruptured at the joints.

CRACK!

He dropped like a stone.

Crimson eyes widened in sheer, helpless shock as both predators lay paralyzed on the polished floor.

"The Queen might’ve told you not to kill me," Cruxius said, finally dragging his lazy gaze down to meet theirs.

His shadow stretched unnaturally long across the tiles, swallowing the glittering shards of a shattered lightbulb overhead.

"But she said nothing about me knocking you out."

"Stop, you will regret this!"

They didn’t dare retaliate. The Queen’s strict orders—never lay a hand on this man—bound them like iron collars. Even facing death, they were forced to swallow their feral instincts, leaving them vibrating with an impotent, seething rage.

With slow, measured steps, Cruxius approached their twitching bodies. He bent down, brushing aside the lapel of the taller one’s coat to fish through his pockets.

’!’

"Y-you! Do you even—!"