10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 142 - Securing a Permanent Bitch

Cruxius could hear her—shattered and raw.

Her screams tore through the thick, choking haze of the burning villa.

"Cruxius! Please, don’t—no, no, no—!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

His ruined body shook beneath her small hands. The tremor was so fierce he could barely register the scorched flesh peeling from his own bones.

The blistering heat was a roaring storm inside him, drowning out every other physical sense.

Except her voice.

Then, the shock of cold hit.

A heavy, wet fabric slapped over his burning skin. It soaked right through, bringing her feverish warmth with it as her bare, quivering body clung tightly to his chest.

Her broken sobs pressed into his neck, wet and ragged.

"I’m here... I’m here... don’t leave me..."

Shit... is she not going to awaken even after all this? Cruxius kept his eyes shut tight. He played the part of a corpse flawlessly, holding his shallow breath while enduring an agony that promised real death at any passing second.

He felt all his calculated torment slipping down the drain due to this stubborn woman.

If he failed now, he would just return a few moments back. Next time, he’d leave her in this blazing mansion to burn alone. He wouldn’t sacrifice his own flesh again; he needed to trigger her awakening no matter the cost.

But as the fiery inferno chewed at the very marrow of his bones, he couldn’t feel a single shift in the air.

No hint of her dormant power.

Or at least, that was what he thought—

DING!

[ Target: Seleyena’s minimum Infatuation level achieved: Bestowing the ability Healing Aura – Rank S ]

A translucent screen popped up in the smoky air.

[ Ability Review:

* Healing Aura (Core Ability – Awakened)

Rank: S

Emits a 100-meter radius aura that heals and buffs allies.

Provides 100% immunity to poison, debuffs, and negative status effects.

Boosts strength, agility, and endurance.

Continuous regeneration within the aura range.

This aura is currently inactive because it hasn’t been awakened yet.

* Latent Intimacy-Based Ability (Unawakened)

Rank: SS

Tied to physical intimacy, this ability empowers the bonded partner.

Grants them regeneration and all the benefits of the Healing Aura, even without distance limitation.

Duration: Effects last up to 4 hours, diminishing afterward and becoming negligible after 24 hours unless intimacy is renewed. ]

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Finally!

Cruxius’s dark eyes snapped open. A feral spark of life and triumph blazed to the surface.

But he didn’t dare move just yet.

The dormant power rushing through his veins was surreal. Scorched, blackened skin began peeling away in faint, glowing flakes, revealing raw, unblemished muscle beneath.

His fractured ribs straightened with a sickening crunch. His organs pulsed back into a strong, steady rhythm.

The blinding agony dulled from a deafening roar into a tolerable ache, fading rapidly into nothing.

But what commanded his attention more than the miraculous healing... was her.

Her entire naked frame was plastered to him.

Trapped under the drenched weight of the heavy blanket she had dragged over them both, there was zero barrier between her bare skin and his chest.

Her soft, full breasts were mashed flat against his pectorals.

The icy water and the sheer panic had forced her areolas to pucker tight. The stiffened, pebble-hard peaks of her nipples dug into his mending skin, dragging with every erratic heave of her chest.

Her bare legs straddled his waist.

Her plush hips quivered with each heartbroken sob. Her slick inner thighs twitched, squeezing his flanks every time she shifted her weight.

She was falling apart over his chest.

"C-Cruxius... sniff... hic... why won’t you move...?"

Her voice cracked like brittle winter ice. Her small hands trembled over his broad shoulders. Her forehead rested in the hollow of his collarbone, her whole body jerking with every ragged intake of air.

"P-Please... don’t... don’t do this to me... uwaaah~! You said you’d protect me... sniff...!"

Hot tears tracked down her flushed cheeks, pooling in the divots of his collar.

Her fingers dug into his flesh like tiny claws. It was as if letting go meant dropping into a bottomless void.

"I-I thought I lost you... hic... it felt like m-my heart—like it was breaking..."

Her hips slumped downward on pure, unconscious instinct.

Her wet, swollen core slid right over his groin as she sobbed harder. The subtle friction forced her supple breasts to drag even firmer against his chest.

Those hard little peaks grazed across a patch of his freshly healed skin.

Cruxius sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. It wasn’t just arousal—the raw, hyper-sensitive nerves of his new skin made the contact feel like a jolt of pure electricity.

Everything was rushing back.

The humid warmth of the blanket. The slick slide of her sweat-sheened skin. The intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with ash.

The breath-stealing way her bare thighs locked tighter around his waist.

And yet, she was utterly oblivious to the erotic mess they were in.

She was too busy mourning him.

"I don’t care anymore... I don’t care what happens... just come back, please...!"

Then, without a single warning—he moved.

His large hand slid up the deep curve of her bare spine. His fingers were warm, firm, and very much alive.

She froze.

Her head jerked up. Her tear-filled eyes went wide, her swollen lips parting in sheer shock.

Before she could form a gasp—

"...If I knew you’d cry like this for me," Cruxius rasped, his voice rough but laced with dark amusement, "I’d fake my death more often."

Seleyena stopped breathing.

She just stared, her naked body trembling in disbelief.

"Y-You... hic...! You’re... you’re not...!"

Her lower lip quivered as a fresh, overwhelming wave of tears welled in her eyes.

"You’re squishing me pretty hard," he murmured, flashing a wicked smirk despite the hoarseness of his throat. "Especially right here."

He proved his point by tilting his pelvis up.

It was a blunt, deliberate nudge—just enough to push his thick, semi-aroused length right into the soaking wet cleft of her ass and her slick folds.

Her face ignited into a brilliant crimson.

Her stiff nipples were still grazing his chest with every stuttering breath.

The mortifying realization finally crashed into her. She became hyper-aware of her bare inner thighs clamping his waist. She realized how she had been unconsciously grinding her ruined, dripping pussy against his groin throughout her entire crying fit.

"U-Uwaaah~! Y-You shameless... hic... I thought you were d-dead, you awful man!!"

She wailed, balling her hands into little fists and smacking his chest. But the blows were weak, shaky, and far more relieved than angry.

"Was. Got better." He chuckled, though the vibration ended in a soft wince.

"You... you don’t get to joke about this!" she sobbed, her face a flushed, messy portrait of devotion. "I was... hic... I thought I lost you, you cruel thing!"

Cruxius reached up. He cupped her hot cheek, his thumb catching a stray tear.

Activate Healing Aura.

Cruxius basked in the golden, soothing energy radiating from her core. Since her power only applied to allies and left her own scorched skin vulnerable, he triggered his own ability.

A warm hum wrapped around them both beneath the wet wool.

"I know," he murmured, his gaze darkening. "I felt it all... even when I couldn’t move."

Her bottom lip trembled. She leaned her weight into the broad palm cradling her jaw.

Her puffy, red eyes searched his sharp features, as if terrified he might vanish into smoke.

Then, he gripped the back of her neck, pulled her down, and kissed her.

"I love you, Seleyena... However, being a pervert, I hope you will allow me to use you often."

Their lips collided in a messy clash of salt, heat, and desperate relief.

"Hicc... mphhhh... slurp..."