10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 129 - Taking Doctor on Hospital Bed

But the real, agonizing torment was her own body.

Her swollen cunt clenched so incredibly hard her legs actually shook. The sensitive peaks of her nipples tightened painfully against the lace of her bra, clearly visibly pressing against the thin silk of her blouse. Her skin burned feverishly, remembering exactly how he’d folded her entirely in half, his massive hands pinning her knees back to her shoulders as he ruthlessly jackhammered her into the mattress, whispering darkly: You’re taking it so incredibly well for a first-timer.

She was soaking wet. Now. Right in this very moment.

And she absolutely hated herself for it.

"You... You look completely fine," she finally managed to choke out. Her voice was barely above a shaky breath—entirely torn between trembling, genuine relief and raw, burning humiliation.

Cruxius tilted his handsome head very slightly, his golden eyes soft, highly knowing.

"Of course I do," he said smoothly, oozing that disarming, dangerous charm. "Since you’re finally here."

Seleyena stood stiffly in the doorway, her hands curled into fists at her sides, desperately trying to not look at him—to not remember. But his broad, muscular chest was entirely bare, and her hungry eyes completely betrayed her.

Smooth, warm skin, taut muscles, sharp collarbones beautifully shadowed by the evening light. That infuriating, lazy confidence was wrapped tightly around his impressive form exactly like a second skin.

She stubbornly stayed exactly where she was. Ten feet away. Perfectly still.

Cruxius bit slowly into his apple again, the crisp crunch echoing in the quiet room as he watched her.

His dark eyes dragged over her body very slowly.

From her glasses, still slightly crooked from her desperate rush, to the clumsy, defensive way she tightly hugged her arms across her heavy chest, inadvertently pushing her cleavage up.

Her silk blouse was slightly loose from the run, but his sharp eyes snagged directly on the subtle, inviting gap at her collar—the exact spot hiding the dark, purple bite mark he’d deliberately left on her pale neck.

He smirked, licking his lips.

He vividly remembered biting her right there. Not just there, but absolutely everywhere, highly intentionally. He wanted to leave physical brands to let her body remember the day again and again for a few more days, keeping her constantly stimulated. He just needed a tiny, final push to make her completely fall for him.

She was, in the end, exactly the type of sheltered woman who was easy to manipulate and fell hard for a bad, dominant voice. She had naively preserved her chastity for her future romantic partner, while being kind-hearted enough not to see through the dark illusions he created for her. She was learning the very hard way about exactly how his world worked.

Seleyena might have physically escaped from his grip two nights ago, but it was already far too late for her heart.

"You’re not coming closer?" he said smoothly. His voice was casual, but there was something dark and heavy in it—pulling, actively coaxing, a deep, possessive undertone that curled right around her spine like warm smoke.

She shook her head rapidly, highly flustered. "No. You... you’re clearly fine. I just wanted to quickly check on you."

Cruxius lazily licked a drop of sweet juice off his thumb, his movements incredibly slow and deliberate, holding her gaze. "If you won’t come to me, Doctor, I’ll just have to come to you."

"N-no!" she said quickly, her voice cracking. "Just—just stay right there. You’re supposedly... injured."

He tilted his head again, resting back against the pillows. "Do I honestly look injured to you?"

She hesitated, biting her swollen lower lip.

"No..." she finally admitted quietly, her gaze dropping.

He leaned further back, spreading his strong arms lazily across the pillows, the half-eaten apple still in one hand. The sharp lines of his abs stretched just slightly with the movement, exactly like a deliberate, erotic display. His smooth skin practically glowed under the soft, intimate light of the hospital lamp.

"Then come here," he commanded softly.

She took a very shaky step forward. Then another. Exactly as if her trembling legs moved entirely on pure instinct, completely bypassing her rational brain.

She stopped nervously at the very edge of the bed, staring desperately at the blank wall, the floor, absolutely anywhere but at his bare chest and the V-line disappearing under the sheets.

Then, completely helplessly, her curiosity won, and she asked, "Why are you entirely shirtless?"

Cruxius gave her a flat look exactly like she’d just asked the absolute dumbest question in the world. "Do you see my body?"

Seleyena blinked behind her glasses. Her eyes instantly dropped down his torso—pure, unfiltered reflex.

And he easily caught it.

He caught that faint, highly involuntary gulp that worked visibly down her slender throat. The way her long fingers twitched nervously at her side. The way her thighs squeezed tightly together to chase the friction.

That was the exact, beautiful reaction he wanted.

He leaned in, his breath brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. His voice was low, a dark rumble of warm honey. "You remember, don’t you? The way your hands ran down these muscles. The way you trembled when I slid my palm between your thighs. You begged me to stop... but your body never did."

Her soft lips parted in absolute horror—but also deep, burning shame.

She couldn’t lie.

Her hands had gripped those hard abs, her manicured nails blindly clawing into his skin as he’d slammed her down into the mattress, taking her with thrust after ruthless thrust. His heavy body had felt like liquid fire on hers, exactly like he was melting her apart from the inside out.

"I didn’t—" she tried, her breath hitching painfully.

"You did," he cut her off smoothly, his golden eyes unyielding. "You climbed on top of me first. You kissed me first. You cried when I didn’t go slow, but you absolutely never told me to stop."

Hot tears rapidly pricked her dark eyes.

He was entirely right.

She had kissed him. She had kissed him and desperately begged him not to stop. Even when her untouched body shook violently. Even when it hurt. Because it also felt...

"Don’t cry," he said softly.

And then, without a single second of warning—

He reached forward.

His fingers wrapped like a steel vice around her slender wrist. He yanked.

She gasped—stumbling clumsily in her heels—and crashed flush against his bare, hard chest. His strong arm banded instantly around her narrow waist, trapping her against his blistering heat.

Her hands pushed weakly against him, her palms flat against his smooth pectorals.

She looked up, entirely panicked. "Cruxius—"

He smirked again, his predatory gaze unwavering.

"I said... don’t cry, woman."

And exactly before she could even process the command—

He sealed her parted lips with his own.

"Hicc—!?"

Her startled gasp was instantly swallowed.

He didn’t just kiss her—he utterly devoured her.

A wet, hungry slurp echoed loudly in the otherwise quiet, sterile hospital room as his thick tongue slid forcefully into her mouth, deep and entirely possessive. Her glasses fogged instantly from their shared heat, slipping askew down the bridge of her nose.

Her eyes flew wide—shocked, completely stunned—as he tasted her mouth exactly like a starving man.

"Mm—ah...!"