My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines-Chapter 30- Be Gentle

"THALIA!"

Cruxius, in that fleeting moment, clearly saw the figure of the woman falling through the transparent glass window.

His mind, entirely focused, accelerated—freezing time just enough for him to catch the shock, surprise, and tears on her face. It was enough for him to understand who pushed her—her stepsister.

Bam!

'...Thalia?'

The sound of her collision with the ground, though distant, echoed clearly in his ears.

She had hit the ground hard—hard enough for him to know as he slowly stood up from the step he'd been sitting on.

Knowing Thalia's personality—just how unlike any other woman she was, still strong even after what happened last night—he knew she wouldn't commit suicide.

He stepped forward, placing his hand on the glass, knowing the last person he would have met was his stepsister. His gaze turned cold, anger flaring in his eyes as he spoke:

"Darithi, break this glass."

"Sorry?"

Darithi blinked, confused as to why he said that. But her eyes met his—sharp, impassive, cold.

As if there was nothing at all going on in that head of his.

Realizing the seriousness, she nodded and, without another word, punched the glass—though she still didn't understand why.

'What was her name again—?'

Cruxius thought, hands in his pockets, before calmly jumping out of the window, trying to recall Thalia's stepsister's name.

After all, she had just done something she really shouldn't have.

"Master!"

Darithi reacted instantly, lunging from the building. Her agility made it easy—she caught his shirt collar with one hand while still gripping the railing with the other.

"Master, hold—"

"Shh. I'm thinking."

Cruxius, eyes closed and dangling from the eleventh floor, slowly opened them.

He'd decided. He was going to punish Thalia's family after punishing her for being reckless enough to die.

He had chosen to ignore them before. But now?

They'd pissed him off.

And even more did Thalia, who had tears in her eyes, die like a broken person.

As his woman, she should be strong, which made him decide to train her well beforehand. With a push from his feet, he kicked off the wall, causing the fabric of his shirt to snap.

He fell, his eyes finally looking toward the hard surface rushing up within seconds.

BAM!

The world flashed before it became normal again.

Pain never came; instead, the sound that should have been his body slamming against the ground turned into the door slamming open.

"Master! Did you call for me?!"

Darithi barged in as before—and Cruxius blinked.

He was standing.

Naked.

Again.

In the same room.

In the same moment.

Same pressure in his cock, same warmth of Seleyena's fingertip touching the wet tip of his dick's head, her body kneeling before him, her face flushed.

Only now, it wasn't arousal stirring inside him—it was cold fury.

'!'

"Ah... I'll come—"

Cruxius interrupted before Darithi could repeat the same words and leave the room, his voice sharp and detached:

"Stop. I called you. Collect all information about the Bernard family—especially the current head. It might be a woman. Also, dig up everything on Thalia's stepsister."

"Y-yes...." Darithi seems to be taken about uncertainty. On the call, he seems to be in danger, unlike now.

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"W-wait, I—"

Seleyena stammered, flustered, trying to stumble back—caught in a scene where her kneeling figure in front of a man's dick could only be misunderstood.

But—

WHAP!

"Agh!" Her head jerked to the side, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as the thick, veiny shaft of his cock smacked square across her cheek.

It wasn't a tease.

It wasn't lust.

It was an accident that happened due to him turning away hastily.

Heavy. Raw. A full-bodied slap that echoed in the quiet of the room like a whipcrack.

The wet sheen of precum smeared across her skin, trailing down from her cheekbone to the corner of her lips.

"Ieeek—!?" Her breath hitched, lips parting in silent shock.

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She hadn't moved fast enough.

She was still kneeling.

And now she looked like a used toy—face glistening, mouth open, shame caught between her teeth.

"Follow me, Darithi." Cruxius didn't even look at her.

Didn't pause.

Didn't apologize.

He simply turned away, fingers already lifting his clothes, putting them on swiftly before leaving the room.

Seleyena froze.

Her palm slowly rose to touch the sting on her face.

Her fingers brushed the trail of warmth left behind—and the feeling of his shaft with a slight stickiness on her cheek made her realize what just happened.

Head lowered with only one thought resonating within her mind.

'...Just kill me, already.'

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Bam!

The metal door slammed open with a bang.

Jenny stumbled through it, her heels clattering against the concrete as she tried to yank her arm free—unsuccessfully.

"Let me go! You're crazy!" she shrieked, twisting like a trapped animal.

Thalia had arrived with her, still gripping her hand, and now she hurled her forward toward the rooftop—yanking her with pure anger.

The two sisters were clearly caught in their own heated exchange, oblivious to the two figures standing just behind the entrance wall.

"Master, should I catch her?" Darithi inquired, remembering how, on the way here, her master had explained how Thalia had tricked her—just to steal a moment alone with her stepsister, despite being strictly forbidden to run off.

"...No. Just push her stepsister the moment I hug Thalia," Cruxius replied, paying no attention to the sisters' conversation.

He already understood their family dynamics well enough. His gaze instead drifted to the edge—the railing of the hospital rooftop.

The iron grills had corroded into the concrete, fragile and short, just enough to let someone fall through.

He could already tell what might've happened here.

So, did he want her stepsister dead?

No. Not yet.

Not until he used her—like a ladder to climb into Thalia's heart.

"Out of the wall?" Darithi asked again, just to be sure. Maybe her master only meant to push the girl onto the floor—not off the roof.

"Of course... but be gentle."