My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines-Chapter 27- Cruxius moans?

'No, no, NO—what did I do!?'

Seleyena, lying under the table, couldn't help but bury her face between her knees.

The tight pencil skirt she wore was uncomfortable, yes—but nowhere near as uncomfortable as what she was feeling now, having just been seen in such an indecent way.

She was a gynecologist, a specialist in the female reproductive system. Naturally, as a doctor, such things were supposed to be a normal part of her work.

But still... she had never seen a man's private part outside of cadavers during her medical training—and even then, it was clinical, just another organ.

A system of function—testicles, sperm, ducts.

Dissecting it to see its details and such.

Nothing more.

This, however, was different.

There was a pungent, raw smell clinging to the air—undeniably male, undeniably sexual.

It wasn't the sterile scent of lab samples or the detached experience of academic material.

No, this was sweat-laced and primal, the kind of smell that lingered in the nose and curled in the mind.

Her hand trembled.

The sensation still clung to her fingertips—slightly slick.

She hesitantly raised her hand, staring at it.

As she pressed her forefinger to her thumb, a thin, glistening string stretched between them.

'I need to wash my hand... what did I just do...'

Again, she buried her face, lost in a spiral of confusion and shame.

What had gotten into her? She was usually composed, unfazed by the human body.

To her, intimacy was routine—clinical. Not something to blush over.

But perhaps... doctors were, in the end, only human too.

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'Tch, just caught her off guard', Cruxius thought as he stepped out of the cabin, adjusting his shirt and fastening his belt with an absent-minded ease. His expression was unreadable, but his mind buzzed with calculated satisfaction.

By emotionally nudging Seleyena and disarming her defenses, he'd guided her—subtly, instinctively—into lowering her guard.

He hadn't needed to push too hard.

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Just enough to slip into her thoughts, into that guarded space she rarely let anyone near.

With a little more effort, he could've planted a memory—a seed—that would bloom in the dreams of a woman who had never once viewed such acts through a sexual lens.

Analyzing her personality and behavior, it had become clear to him: her profession had desensitized her to intimacy.

Even her libido stat confirmed it.

Despite her alluring body, she held no interest in what he called pleasure.

That alone explained why, even in the future, she remained distant from men—untouched.

He confirmed it from her background, scouring through every bit of intel during his past life as a supervillain.

If someone like her—powerful, beautiful, and valuable to the government—had even hinted at a sexual relationship, it would have, if not made headlines, at least had hints appearing.

But there was nothing.

Proving the fact that this woman with upcoming times was going to become even more immune and numb to sexual attraction.

So he carved a different path.

Using her profession against her, he approached through the vulnerability of Thalia, pulling on the strings of Seleyena's compassion.

He knew how to invoke that deeply buried protective instinct—the same instinct a thirty-year-old virgin might feel when faced with something raw and unfamiliar yet deeply human.

That was the opening.

And she'd offered him the key to her heart, unknowingly.

In that one moment, clouded by kindness and sympathy, she let him into her mind.

And now, that space bore his imprint—the unique and unshakable sight of a hot man.

Cruxius wasn't naïve.

He knew he wasn't in some fairytale where charm alone could turn a woman's heart, make her think only of him all day long.

Especially in Seleyena's case, who saw several handsome men on a daily basis, he didn't need charm—that was the least one needed.

After all, the simple idea that being handsome attracts women is a complex lie.

Even if a husband is handsome, it's possible that his wife can cheat; even if he is rich, she would do it—simply because women are made in a way that the value of such physical things—body or money— diminishes so swiftly.

But most men remain oblivious to it, thinking their gifts are leaving an impact on women when, in truth, it's the memory that is formed at the time of giving the gift that is forming that link, not the materialistic gift itself.

Women are simply creatures of emotion while men are creatures of materialistic things.

That's why they are called the better half, where they both fulfill each other.

Nor did it matter to Cruxius, given that the more men are oblivious to this simple fact, the more he can win the hearts of women and even their....

So, to leave a lasting impression of Dr. Seleyena, all he needed was a memory that was deep and filled with emotions.

And he just did that.

Will she forget the image of a naked man standing in her cabin... while she knelt before him, hand trembling, fingertips touching his cock—

No.

That's not something any women—not bitches—could just erase from memory.

Yes, women and "bitches" have a huge difference, and funny enough, men are more attracted to the latter due to their own interest in the physical body.

"Master, I apologize," Darithi stepped forward and gave a bow, acknowledging the interruption at such a critical moment. Her eyes scanned his body, seemingly reassured that he wasn't injured.

"...Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to follow Thalia's stepsister?" Cruxius narrowed his gaze, sensing something suspicious.

From the look in Darithi's eyes when she rushed into the cabin—worried and frantic—it was clear she had come to check on his safety, which, frankly, wasn't in danger.

So her presence here meant...

"I got a call from you. You said you were injured, so I came back immediately," Darithi explained, pulling out her phone.

With the call recording feature enabled, she opened the recording and handed it to him as proof.

'Don't tell me...' Cruxius's lips twitched.

He trusted Darithi, yes, but he took the phone, tapped on the recording section, and played the message to hear exactly what that little demon running away from him did.

His expression darkened as the first thing he heard was his voice....

Moaning!?

// Aangh!—H...e...llo Darithi! Please help... me, aahhh! Argh! Come fast—anrghh! //

"..."

Cruxius, after hearing the recording—down to the very inflection of his voice—looked toward the number.

It was unfamiliar. The caller ID traced it to someone within the hospital.

He ended the call, a twitching curve of his lips turned into a pissed smile, then looked up at the ceiling, one hand slipping into his pocket before visibly awestruck.

'Really, Thalia? Of all things... you made me sound like a dying pornstar?'