My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines Chapter 102 - Seleyema’s Anxiousness

Hospital Corridor – Afternoon

Seleyena sprinted through the hall, her heels clacking in frantic rhythm, breath ragged, chest heaving with panic. Her glasses slid down her nose, fogged with heat, but she didn’t care.

She bumped into a nurse, stumbled against the wall, almost fell—but kept going.

’Accident... they said it was an accident—what if he’s in critical condition? What if he’s unconscious?’

Her heart squeezed painfully. She didn’t even know the details. She hadn’t asked. Just heard the word accident, heard Cruxius, and everything inside her shattered into chaos.

’He can’t die. Not like this. Not after... after that night—’

But her body wouldn’t let her forget.

She protected her chastity for the man to whom she would fall for... but she gave sothing so precious to an unknown man and yet he was about to die.

Even as her heart raced in fear, a deeper, traitorous pulse throbbed between her thighs—an echo of that night when her body had been stripped of all dignity and turned into his personal plaything.

She clenched her legs mid-sprint.

’Not now—please not now—’

But her hips twitched.

That night... the mory slamd into her like a punch to the gut. The feel of his hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back. His voice like a growl in her ear, "You can break now... or I’ll break you."

The way he’d split her open on his cock—slow, agonizing inches of ruthless stretch. She’d scread. Kicked. Cried. It didn’t stop him.

His hands had locked her wrists above her head while her thighs had wrapped around his waist involuntarily, legs shaking as he slamd into her, hard, faster—like he wanted to mold her from the inside out.

And the sounds—the wet, obscene sounds of her own cunt taking him again and again.

’He ruined ...’

Her body trembled violently, breath catching, knees nearly buckling.

She pressed her thighs together.

Heat surged through her core.

Sha flushed her cheeks.

But she couldn’t stop her body from rembering how good it felt after the pain blurred—how he broke her open until all she could do was beg, mindless, for more.

’You animal. He... he made like this.’

She crashed to a stop at Room 217.

Hands trembling. Lips parted. Panting like she’d run for her life.

’Please be alive. Please be okay...’

She opened the door—

And froze.

Cruxius.

He wasn’t injured.

He wasn’t in pain.

He was shirtless on the hospital bed, golden skin catching the soft orange wash of evening sun, abs cut and smooth, legs wide apart. He held an apple like it was a chalice, casual, relaxed—like a king.

And he smiled.

That sa damn smile.

The one that had looked down on her as she cried into the sheets with his cock still buried in her. The one that said you’re mine now.

"Hey," he said, voice rich, easy. "How are you?"

Seleyena’s heart stopped.

She gripped the doorfra.

Her stomach dropped.

Relief flooded her—but also confusion, disbelief.

’You’re okay... thank god... he is fine...’

But the real tornt was her body.

Her cunt clenched so hard her legs shook. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Her skin burned rembering how he’d folded her in half, his hands pinning her knees to her shoulders as he jackhamred her into the sa hospital bed, saying: You’re taking it so well for a first-tir.

She was soaked. Now. Right now.

And she hated that she was.

"You... You look fine," she managed, voice barely above a breath—torn between trembling relief and raw humiliation.

Cruxius tilted his head slightly, eyes soft, knowing.

"Of course I do," he said with that disarming charm. "Since you’re here."

Seleyena stood stiff in the doorway, hands curled at her sides, trying to not look—not rember. But his chest was bare, and her eyes betrayed her.

Smooth skin, taut muscles, collarbones shadowed by the light, that lazy confidence wrapped around his form like a throne.

She stayed where she was. Ten feet away. Still.

Cruxius bit into his apple again, watching her.

His eyes dragged over her slowly.

From her glasses, slightly crooked from her rush, to the clumsy way she hugged her arms across her chest.

Her blouse was slightly loose, but his eyes snagged on the subtle wrinkle at her collar—the one that hid that mark he’d left.

He smirked.

He rembered biting her there, not just there but everywhere intentionally to let her rember the day again and again for a few more days to be stimulated, and he just needed a push to make her fall for him.

She was, in the end, the type of woman easy to manipulate and fell for a bad voice—preserving her chastity for her future partner, while kind-hearted enough not to see through the illusions created for her, often learning the hard way about how this world works.

Seleyena might have escaped from his grip, but it is too late.

"You’re not coming closer?" he said, voice casual, but there was sothing in it—pulling, coaxing, a deep undertone that curled around her spine like smoke.

She shook her head, flustered. "No. You... you’re fine. I just wanted to check."

Cruxius licked juice off his thumb, slow and deliberate. "If you won’t co to , I’ll co to you."

"N-no!" she said quickly. "Just—just stay there. You’re... injured."

He tilted his head. "Do I look injured to you?"

She hesitated.

"No..." she admitted quietly.

He leaned back, spreading his arms lazily, apple still in one hand. The lines of his abs stretched just slightly, like a display. His skin practically glowed under the soft light of the hospital lamp.

"Then co here," he said again, softer now.

She took a shaky step forward. Then another. As if her legs moved on instinct.

She stopped at the edge of the bed, staring anywhere but at his chest.

Then, helplessly, she asked, "Why are you shirtless?"

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

Seleyena blinked. Her eyes dropped—reflex.

And he caught it.

That faint, involuntary gulp that worked down her throat. Her fingers twitched at her side. Her thighs pressed close again.

That was the exact reaction he wanted.