10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 198- Dealing with Her Brain by Stuffing It
His heavy saliva landed with a wet, obscene plop right into the sensitive cleft between her pale cheeks.
Lira jerked violently, as if he’d struck her bare skin. The sudden heat of it—his spit—ran a slow, agonizingly thick path down the dark line of her cleft, sticky and warm, clinging to delicate skin that was never meant to be exposed, let alone degraded. Her spine arched sharply, her bare thighs shaking uncontrollably where they were hooked over his broad shoulders.
"Don’t you fucking—Cruxius!" she gasped, but her furious command cracked halfway through, betraying her rising panic.
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
His thick thumb moved down, slow and agonizingly steady—deliberately dragging the warm spit with it, spreading the humiliating slickness over her most private flesh.
Slickhhk...
He circled her tight, blushing rosebud like it was something incredibly precious, like it truly deserved to be laid bare, touched, and ruthlessly marked. The calloused pad of his thumb traced slow, lazy, torturous spirals directly over the tight, unyielding ring of muscle—and her traitorous body reacted before her sharp mind could formulate a defense.
She twitched.
It was a full-body, violent twitch. One sharp, involuntary pucker right where his rough thumb grazed her.
Her mouth fell open in shock.
"Nhhn—!"
The tiny sound escaped her lips—half a ragged breath, half a strangled, humiliating moan.
He heard it. She saw the quiet triumph in his fucking smile.
"That wasn’t pain," he murmured, his dark voice all coarse grit and heavy heat. "That wasn’t pain, Lira. That was your body loudly saying what your stubborn mouth won’t."
Her stomach violently twisted into a knot. She beat at the tangled sheets with her small fists, her pale thighs trembling wildly in the air, her jaw clenched so tight her teeth ached.
"Fucking stop. That’s not for you," she snapped, but her voice was painfully thin now, stretched far too tight across her panic.
Cruxius tilted his dark head, watching her as if he were listening intently while simultaneously ignoring every word she said.
"You act like that part of you is strictly off-limits. Like it’s too good, too pure for the likes of me. That’s exactly why I had to touch it."
And then—
He pressed inward.
Not deep. Not bruisingly hard. But firm enough that the warm spit smeared wide around that frantically twitching little hole.
Squelch.
His thumb ground bluntly into the very center of it, slow and terrifyingly deliberate, as if he were purposefully rubbing salt into a raw wound just to feel her flinch beneath him.
And she did flinch.
Her back bowed sharply off the mattress. Her ass clenched tight in pure instinct. Her exposed legs kicked wildly, but he held her suspended in the air like she weighed absolutely nothing.
"Fuck you!" she gasped, her voice shaking with rage and exposure. "Get off—stop it!"
But her delicate asshole completely betrayed her again—pulsing frantically under the heavy weight of his touch, twitching once, twice, as if the muscle didn’t know whether it wanted to clamp shut or invite him deeper. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
He leaned his heavy frame in closer.
Close enough that she felt the searing heat of his breath ghosting directly over it.
"That pathetic little twitch? That’s the real you, Lira. Not the fierce glare. Not the sharp words. That."
Something inside her finally snapped.
She shoved violently at his solid shoulder—not blindly flailing, not panicking, just pure, unadulterated anger now. Full of righteous fire. Pure rage burning in her golden eyes. One pale leg slipped from his iron hold and she twisted violently, her hips jerking hard as she desperately tried to pull free.
He let her go.
Just barely.
Her soft ass thudded heavily back onto the mattress. Her dark maid’s skirt was still flipped high up her waist. Her ruined white panties were still shoved haphazardly to one side. But she wasn’t physically pinned anymore—not completely.
She glared fiercely up at him, her chest heaving, rising and falling rapidly as if she’d just sprinted a full mile.
"You perverted, disgusting bastard," she spat venomously. She reached a trembling hand behind her, desperate to wipe away the slick, degrading mess between her cheeks—but it was already there. She could feel it. The thick spit, the lingering heat, the humiliating way it clung to her skin like a permanent brand.
Her beautiful face burned crimson.
"Touch me again and I swear I will kill—"
"Mmmmppp!"
Her lethal threat ended in a sudden, muffled choke—because Cruxius didn’t wait for her permission to silence her.
He grabbed her delicate jaw, his large fingers brutally firm, and forcefully pushed his heavy, half-erect cock straight past her parted lips as if it were the most natural action in the world. He wasn’t violently rushing—but he moved with absolute, terrifying purpose. It was the kind of dominant push that silently said, You want to fight? Fight with this down your throat.
Lira’s golden eyes went impossibly wide. Her small body jerked in shock, her hands instinctively flying up to grab his thick thighs, but he was already there—already seated deep inside her mouth. The soft, incredibly swollen head slid forcefully across her tongue, alarmingly warm and heavy, still faintly slick with his own potent arousal.
Schlk...
The intense taste of him hit her palate first—salty skin, the bitter, heavy musk radiating from his base, and something inherently dangerous that curled heavily beneath her tongue like a physical challenge.
She let out a furious, muffled growl.
"Rrnnngh!"
But he didn’t pull back an inch. He just stared down at her flushed face, one large hand firmly cradling her jaw, the other casually stroking her messy pink hair—treating her like a wild creature meant to be tamed, not a woman to be feared.
His thick cock gave a sudden, heavy twitch right against her tongue. The half-hard flesh began rapidly becoming more—thickening inch by agonizing inch, directly responding to the blistering heat of her mouth and the tight, unwilling suck of her soft lips stretched around him.
"Still got something smart to say to me? Let’s hear it... through this."
She glared up at his arrogant face, her cheeks darkly flushed, her small fingers tightening into claws against his muscular thighs. Her golden eyes were fiercely bright, but clearly widened with unshed tears, her delicate nose suddenly assaulted by the pungent, overwhelming scent of his arousal.
"Ugghh—!"
Her body reacted on pure instinct. Her eyes squinted tightly shut as she stubbornly tried to clench her aching jaw, fully intending to bite down hard on his invading flesh.
But before she could even close her teeth, his hands moved.
He grabbed a thick fistful of her pink hair. His other hand locked tightly under her jaw like a steel vice, completely immobilizing her head.
Cruxius snarled down at her, his dark eyes deeply shadowed with heavy heat and something far more dangerous.
"Try that again, Lira, and I promise I won’t stop next time. I’ll stay buried in your throat so long your pretty brain forgets everything but me."
Then he finally moved his hips.
A hard, utterly merciless thrust—not quite deep enough to fully choke her, but forceful enough to make her entire body jolt against the mattress.
Glk!
