10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 200- Is he really a Monster?

"Ahhh—" she gasped again, her chest heaving erratically as if she couldn’t pull enough oxygen into her lungs. Her bruised throat jumped with every difficult swallow. A tiny, pathetic, whimpering moan escaped her lips without her meaning to, and she clamped her eyes shut in deep shame. One of her dark lashes stuck wetly to her cheek where tears had heavily smudged her makeup.

She was shaking like a leaf in a storm.

Her restrictive maid’s corset had come completely undone during the violent struggle. The thick laces were half-loosened, some pulled so forcefully they’d actually snapped. The dark velvet fabric now rode high up her torso, wrinkled uncomfortably around her ribs, utterly useless and damp with her sweat. One heavy breast had slipped entirely free, the soft flesh bouncing faintly with each of her panicked inhales. The other breast remained strained inside the cup, the tight lace edge digging into her skin, the tight nipple visibly hard and tinged a deep rose from the cold air and rough contact.

Her pale legs were splayed wide open.

One delicate knee drooped limply outward, while the other twitched erratically with every ragged breath she took. Her panties—frilly, sheer, and pale blue—had been yanked aside so roughly that the thin strap now cut painfully into her hip, twisted into a crude, tight knot. The delicate fabric was completely soaked, the dark patch in the center shining with undeniable evidence of her body’s traitorous reaction. Her inner thighs glistened under the candlelight—slick, hot, and visibly trembling from the severe muscular strain of being held open.

She let out another shaky, pathetic moan, barely more than an exhale. "Nnnhh... s-stop..."

Her thighs gave another violent tremble.

And the sheer stockings—god.

They were completely ruined. Torn brutally.

The delicate white mesh had been ripped violently down her right leg in a harsh, curling line—the tear clawed wide open from when she’d frantically kicked, from when he’d effortlessly held her down. It fully exposed her soft, pale thigh, which was now starkly marked with dark red fingerprints, his dominant grip burned deep into her flesh like a permanent brand. One delicate garter strap had snapped completely and dangled loose from her waist, brushing her sensitive skin like a soft, taunting feather.

Cruxius stood tall above her ruined form.

Completely silent. Unmoving. His powerful body was slick with a sheen of sweat, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm—like he was in absolute control. Like her desperate cries meant absolutely nothing to him. His dark eyes didn’t leer like a common pervert’s. They didn’t soften with pity, either. He just stared. Cold. Steady. Calculating. Watching her exactly like a predator observing prey that was already securely caught in its trap.

His heavy cock glistened under the low light. Unbelievably thick. Visibly throbbing. The blunt tip was still coated wetly with her spit. He ran a single, agonizingly slow stroke along the length of it—his large fingers firm, sliding deliberately up from the thick base to the swollen crown. A heavy bead of his slick precum welled lazily at the very top... and slowly slid down the shaft.

Shlk.

The sound was obscenely clear. Wet. Her breath caught sharply in her throat.

Lira coughed weakly, her wet eyelashes fluttering. Her small hand reached up feebly, her pale palm barely lifting off the mattress.

"Y-you’re a... mon—nnnhaahhh—" she tried desperately to curse him, but her voice cracked violently in the middle, ripped completely apart by the intense shudder suddenly running down her spine. Her bare thighs clenched tightly together.

He didn’t speak a single word.

He simply knelt on the bed.

The thick mattress dipped significantly under his immense weight. One of his large, muscular knees pressed forcefully right between her thighs, wedging them apart again. She let out a small, high-pitched yelp—more pure reflex than actual resistance—"Ah—ahh!"

The suffocating heat of his massive body rolled completely over her. His mere presence felt exactly like a raging fire—suffocating. Overwhelming. All-consuming. She twitched hard, her delicate back arching a full inch off the mattress. Her hips flinched violently. Her thighs jerked. A desperate whimper caught painfully in her throat and came out as a choked sob.

"D-don’t—" she gasped pleadingly. But the demand was entirely breathless. There was absolutely no force behind the word. Her delicate limbs shook uncontrollably.

Cruxius slid his large hands right under her knees—moving agonizingly slow, exactly like a man who had all the time in the world. She let out a soft, cracked moan of defeat as her pale legs were hoisted into the air again. Bent sharply. Spread even further apart. One slim leg was lifted and hooked securely over his broad shoulder. The other was pushed firmly outward until her hips rolled completely up off the flat of the bed, presenting her fully to him. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"A-ahh... n-no, don’t—" she stammered, her voice cracking with fresh panic. Her ruined skirt was bunched entirely up her torso, the restrictive frills pressing awkwardly into her narrow waist. Her exposed thighs quivered violently above the tangled sheets, her toes curling tight.

And then the cool room air hit her bare backside.

Her whole body flinched in terror.

"Haa-hhh...!" A sharp, desperate gasp punched its way from her burning lungs. Heavy goosebumps exploded instantly across her pale skin.

She was completely exposed. Wide, obscenely open.

She hissed, her voice sounding raw and torn.

"F-Fuck—don’t touch me like I’m yours—nngghh—!"

But then his large hand slid in exactly where it didn’t belong.

Not rough. Not fast.

Just a heavy, calloused palm resting firmly on her hip... and thick fingers casually spreading her delicate cheeks apart. His thumb rested right at the edge of her cleft, pulling. Tilting her perfectly for his view.

"Nnnnhhh—!" she moaned again, the sound significantly higher-pitched this time, like the noise got painfully caught in her throat on the way out.

Her tight little hole was twitching frantically, the delicate ring of muscle still completely untouched, still impossibly tight. But it was wet. Slick. Shining faintly from exactly where he’d degraded her by spitting on it earlier. She felt his intense gaze burning into her. She felt the heavy weight of it.

Her breath came in hot, panicked, erratic puffs.

"Hhh-hhh-hhh—!"