Chapter 72- Seleyena is horny (1)
"...." Ytrisia didn’t understand what he meant—she just stared calmly until she noticed his eyes glued to her chest.
On reflex, she folded her arms, but all it did was squeeze her perky, latex-covered breasts together, making them pop like a goddamn invitation.
She wasn’t trying to be a tease, but the way her curves strained against that tight, shiny fabric... he was practically eye-fucking her.
"I don’t get what you’re planning. Why are you even targeting the Villain Syndicate? That’s not your problem."
Cruxius’s eyes lingered—naturally, on the things that might slightly lift his mood or turn him on, considering he was planning to have some fun tonight.
Of course, not with Ytrisia or anyone forcefully. He was, after all, a man who knew how to create opportunities in a woman’s heart—and his target was someone else...
"I didn’t plan any of this," he said, his voice softer now, more grounded, while clearly taking out his phone. He continued speaking, "I just wanted to live. Enjoy my time. But then... a hero from the Hero Association attacked me. No warning. No reason. Just because I was a simple, powerless human?"
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the caller ID of a number he got from Darithi—belonging to a supervillain named Stumili. "That’s when I realized something. They weren’t protectors. They were puppets in polished masks. And the Villain Syndicate? Just the same rot in a different suit."
Ytrisia’s expression shifted, the sharpness fading to a flicker of concern.
She knew that the reason he tapped on his phone while talking was to mask the vulnerability and chaos in his voice.
She spoke softly, seeing through his pain. "So now you want to take them all down yourself?" she asked quietly. "You think you can actually do that?"