10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 181- Jealous Crimson woman

The moan tore from her throat, ragged and loud. Her spine arched steeply as she drank deeper, her freezing pelvis unintentionally grinding down hard against his lap, purely driven by the frantic rhythm of his pulse.

She was the Queen. She was Death incarnate.

But right now?

She was just a woman completely lost in the intoxicating high of his blood.

Cruxius only smiled up at the ceiling. One hand palmed the cold, heavy curve of her ass, while the other lightly brushed the base of her spine.

"Drink as much as you need," he whispered, a dark promise meant only for her. "I’ll be here to catch you when you finally collapse."

"Haah... So, indeed, it hates you."

Breaking the heavy spell, Evangeline suddenly pulled back. She was clearly still savoring the rich taste coating her tongue, but her crimson eyes had snapped toward the corner of the room, fixing on a red ruby pendant resting on a velvet cushion.

The jewel was visibly trembling, practically vibrating with a dark, heavy energy that made it explicitly clear: the emotion rolling off that pendant toward Cruxius was pure hatred.

’...Ah, so that was her angle.’

Cruxius was momentarily taken aback. Her pointing out the pendant revealed the true nature of her test. She wanted to gauge the intentions of her fractured other half, the suppressed side sealed within the ruby that had likely guided her to him in the first place. She needed to know if it favored him, or loathed him.

"Now," Evangeline breathed, her voice dropping into a lethal, silken whisper laced with warning, "tell me exactly why it hates you."

Her hands didn’t wait for an invitation.

Cold fingers wrapped swiftly around his throat.

It wasn’t a gentle caress, nor was it a violent chokehold. It was the terrifying, quiet threat of absolute power. Her sharp nails kissed his pulse point, a silent promise that a single twitch could slice his throat wide open. Her eyes flared a brilliant, blinding crimson—not from hunger this time, but from the heavy, suffocating weight of truth hanging in the room.

Cruxius didn’t blink. He didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he tilted his head back just a fraction, forcing her cold thumb to dig deeper into the line of his jaw. His lips parted, not to gasp for air, but to challenge her.

"What if it actually loves me?" he asked calmly.

Her delicate brows slammed together.

"What?"

"I mean... what if it hates you," Cruxius continued, his voice perfectly steady despite the lethal grip on his windpipe. "Not me... but hates you for being this close to me?"

Silence dropped over them like a lead weight.

The words hung in the space between them, impossibly light yet carrying the force of a detonation.

Evangeline stared at him. Her face went completely blank. It was a terrifying stillness, born not from centuries of practiced serenity, but from the sudden, catastrophic collapse of her own logic.

Behind her, the pendant shook harder against its cushion. The bloody red light began to throb erratically, mimicking an angry, racing pulse.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice failed her.

That was exactly when Cruxius made his move.

His hand—the one still resting high on her bare thigh—dragged upward, slow and almost lazy. It bypassed her waist until it met the soft, generous swell of her breast beneath the thin nightgown.

The silk was practically non-existent; his fingers barely had to exert any pressure to feel the freezing, plush flesh yielding beneath his touch. He cupped her firmly—not with a rough grab, nor a desperate, lustful grope. It was a solid, claiming pressure. A physical reminder of his presence.

She gasped.

It wasn’t a sound of arousal.

It wasn’t a sound of offense.

It was the sheer, staggering shock of the disjoint between his bold action and the chaotic confusion already storming through her ancient mind.

Her crimson eyes darted down to his hand covering her breast.

Then, he gestured with his chin.

Toward the pendant.

Evangeline’s gaze slowly followed his direction.

The ruby was violently shuddering now. Its inner glow had darkened into a twisted, ugly shade of crimson. It was reacting violently to the proximity between them.

Seeing her cold body pressed flush against his heat, Cruxius’s large hand fully claiming her breast, her bare thighs bracketing his waist, her plush lips still shining wet with his blood—it was driving the trapped soul absolutely insane.

Evangeline’s jaw dropped slightly.

"But that would mean..."

"That it’s not just simple hatred," Cruxius finished quietly, his voice a low rumble. "It’s pure jealousy."

She snapped her gaze back to his face.

She really looked at him.

There was no arrogant smirk playing on his lips. No mocking glint in his eyes. No smug satisfaction of a hard-won victory. There was only a terrifying, bedrock calm. A stillness that anchored the room even as her own composure unraveled.

"And if that thing over there was once a part of you... if it truly is a fragment of your own soul..."

His fingers flexed, giving her breast the slightest, deliberate squeeze. It was just enough pressure to force his living warmth deep into her freezing skin.

"...then maybe what it hates so much... isn’t me at all."

He leaned up slightly, his breath brushing the shell of her ear like a dark secret never meant for the daylight.

"Maybe it just hates the fact that you’ve already begun to want me."

"Was he really telling the truth?" While holding the pendant in her hand, Evangeline, looking towards it, felt confused, though the reaction even now coming from it made her feel that the pendant was definitely less responsive than the time when she was being groped by that human.

She had suppressed her emotions—lust, anger, desire, greed, love—and even the memories of her part which were responsible for building a very large portion of her consciousness. So indirectly, she had just trapped a portion of her consciousness in that pendant.

It was the pendant passed down in her family to make the leaders—or the ones who held the throne—feared and strongest without any weakness. But this was the first time such a pendant was reacting, unintentionally at that, as if the consciousness within it had awakened some kind of memories which were pushing it to react this way.

But given how it did not possess its own mind or a body, the reaction seemed to be resurfacing due to some kind of signal, or memory, or feelings—which, as per Cruxius, might be the case when she was showing her desire to have him—being even more true.

But indeed, there were doubts if her suspicion was true, as nothing could be said right now about it.

"Where are we heading, Queen?" Cruxius inquired, with his hand tucked in his pocket, moving beside Evangeline while observing the palace, much quieter now, as he descended towards the outside, where they would most probably be led into the meeting hall—which would likely be holographic, not involving meeting those people personally. Yet to keep the momentum, he was relieved to have his Kaino control power enhanced a bit.

"Naturally, towards the announcement area where I will declare you as the flag bearer—whom I choose as my candidate." Evangeline replied, giving a soft glance before clearly showing her determination to achieve what she wanted today, in accordance with her decision to make this man her candidate and support him in the higher battle.

She definitely wasn’t expecting him to win, but just until that moment, she might enjoy that blood of his and see her other consciousness suffer while she tried things with him.