10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 185- Sugar’s Brutal Confession

Cruxius didn’t demand an immediate answer. He didn’t push her to say the words back.

He just reached for the tray, picking up the silver spoon again. He scooped a small portion of the steaming soup and patiently brought it back to her lips.

His other hand moved beneath the covers, resting a warm, heavy palm flat against the bare skin of her thigh. The simple touch grounded her scattered mind, the heat seeping into her sore muscles, a silent promise that he was staying right here.

Ytrisia hesitated. Her plump lips stayed parted but unmoving, her wide eyes mapping his face like she was still terrified he would vanish into smoke the second she blinked.

"Easy, alright?" he murmured, his thumb stroking a soothing circle into her thigh. "No talking. Just eat."

She blinked slowly, a fresh tear escaping, before she leaned forward. She allowed the cool metal of the spoon to slip past her lips.

The warm broth rolled across her tongue. It was a little light, a little too bland, but the heat of it sliding down her throat was comforting in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

He fed her another spoonful. Then a third.

The silence stretching between them had shifted. It was strange now. Not tense, not anxious... just thick. Charged with an undeniable, electric heat.

And he never once took his eyes off her mouth.

Not for a single second. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Ytrisia stared back at him as she chewed the soft bread. She mapped the faint, purple shadows of exhaustion under his eyes, the lazy, dominant smirk playing along the corners of his lips. He looked so infuriatingly calm, as if nothing had cracked the foundation of her world just an hour prior.

She kind of hated that he had this much power over her, while her chest still felt like a wild storm was raging beneath her ribs.

But she swallowed the food, letting him care for her.

Halfway through the meal, he set the bowl aside and reached for the glass of cool water. He brought the rim gently to her pouty lips, tilting it just enough for her to drink.

She drank slow, her throat working rhythmically.

But as she tilted her head back to catch the last drop, the tension on the twisted sheet finally gave way.

The fabric slipped down her shoulder.

Her hands were tucked away; she couldn’t react in time to catch it. The white cloth cascaded down, falling just far enough to fully expose the plump, flushed swell of her chest.

The pale skin was littered with evidence of his mouth—tender, blooming bruises and vivid red marks that stood out starkly in the morning light.

Her heavy breasts, round, full, and aching, rose and fell rapidly with her suddenly hitched breath. The drag of the fabric had left one sensitive nipple half-exposed. The pink peak was already tight and rigid, jutting out above the sheet, framed perfectly by the faint, purple bite mark he had left on the upper curve of her left breast.

She froze perfectly still.

So did he.

The playful smirk vanished. Cruxius’s dark gaze snapped downward instinctively, tracking over her bare, marked skin like a starving man. His eyes locked onto the tight, jutting peak of her breast like gravity itself had dragged his attention by the throat.

And then his stare just stayed there. Fixed.

It was an intense, slow-burning look. It wasn’t the frantic hunger of last night, but a deep, throbbing, possessive ache.

A drop of water escaped her lips, rolling down her neck and tracing a wet, glistening path straight down into the shadowed cleavage between her breasts. His eyes tracked the drop the entire way down.

Her breath caught, her chest heaving, pushing the exposed nipple higher into his line of sight.

"...Don’t look," she murmured. Her voice was a hushed, breathy whisper, laced with a sudden, overwhelming shyness now that the vulnerability was raw and real.

His dark, hooded eyes dragged up from her chest, locking back onto hers. The air in the room suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter.

In one smooth, fluid motion, he closed the distance. He leaned in, brushing a soft, teasing, shockingly playful peck against her trembling lips.

"I just want a few sucks," he whispered right against her open mouth.

The scorching warmth of his breath trailed down her jawline, brushing against her neck and sending a wicked shiver straight down her spine. "I missed them."

Ytrisia’s dark lashes fluttered shut.

Her rational mind screamed that she should have stopped him. She should have grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it right back up over her collarbones to protect her pride.

But her traitorous body did the exact opposite.

She leaned back instead, her spine slowly melting into the plush pillows stacked behind her. Her head turned to the side, her flushed cheek brushing the soft cushion. She looked away, refusing to meet his eyes, even as her chest lifted subtly, arching up just a fraction to offer the tight, bared peak to him.

She was... giving in.

Again. And she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Cruxius certainly didn’t waste the silent, yielding invitation.

His large, calloused hand slid up her ribcage. His touch was firm, yet excruciatingly careful as his long fingers spread wide, cupping the heavy, sensitive weight of her breast from underneath. He squeezed the soft flesh gently, pushing the swollen mound higher.

His rough thumb brushed directly over the tight, aching nipple, flicking the marked skin with a dark reverence that made her entire body shudder into the mattress.

"You’re so soft," he murmured thickly, his voice vibrating against her exposed cleavage.

Then he leaned down.

His hot, breathy mouth opened over her skin.

And he took her tight, sensitive nipple in—hot, wet, and utterly possessive, his tongue swirling immediately over the aching bud.

"Anh~"

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"What did he do to you?" While moving, Nano looked towards Sugar, inquiring as her eyes scanned the hall where several computers were being carried in by members of the association—most likely those under Sugar.

It seemed they were establishing a network hub for Nano to work from, while also making it clear she wasn’t allowed to leave.

People were arriving through portals, and the walls surrounding them were completely sealed off, with no visible door or exit. It was a one-way route—only Sugar could enter.

"It has nothing to do with you," Sugar replied firmly, shooting a sharp glance at Nano. It was clearly a warning—don’t interrupt or inquire about the past. The look brought back memories of that day when Sugar had been left behind on the battlefield, abandoned to die alone.

"Then I won’t help either. How do I know you’re not with him?" Nano folded her arms, her expression blank. She refused to help someone who might be using her under the pretense of seeking revenge.

After all, she knew too well how he used to play such games in the past—the enemy of my enemy is my friend was one of his oldest tricks to lure people in.

"He left me to die alone," Sugar said quietly.

Her words struck a nerve in Nano. Even the wounds she thought had long healed began to throb as her fists clenched. She remembered that day—how she too was left behind to die when her lab exploded, all because of that demoness, Vampire Evangeline.