"Wh-what—!?" Seleyena, after hearing his words, tripped—barely able to steady herself as her trembling hand reached to fix her clasp. Flustered as she was, she thought she must've misheard. Yet, funnily enough, she had heard it clearly.
Her mind just refused to accept what had been said.
What a woman, Cruxius mused, amused at her flustered reaction. She acted silly while trying to play it off, adjusting her glasses—more like thick, black-framed spectacles—with her delicate fingers.
Her red-lipsticked mouth stood out against her milky white skin.
That awkward silliness only amplified the charm radiating from her recently ravishing body—peach-like curves and smooth lines.
She looked cute to him, especially as his gaze dropped to her plump bust, the way the fabric stretched tight over her breasts, just slightly revealing the embroidered black floral bra beneath, visible between her white doctor's coat and shirt-like top.
"Miss Seleyena, I meant there's pain in my lower region. Can you check it?" Cruxius tilted his head, stretching his hand and pointing directly at his crotch, wincing slightly as his eyes locked with hers—then flicked to her hand.
He imagined how those fingers—delicate, trained, precise from years of surgery—would feel over him.
"Wh-what? But I'm a gynecologist, how can I—" Seleyena stumbled, finally registering what he truly meant. She flushed again, waving both hands as if to physically push the misunderstanding away. "I'm not specialized in that area—!"
But she was cut off.
"Oh, I forgot... I'm a man, unlike Thalia—" Cruxius interjected, his voice dipping into a wounded calm as he placed a hand over his face, half-defeated, peeking through his fingers just to catch her expression.
Her reaction was instant—hands clenched, arms stiffening.
"STOP! I already told you, it's not like that!" Seleyena's voice cracked slightly, guilt bleeding through. She had judged him. She had already tried to apologize, but his words pierced her again—too casually, too deliberately.
She stepped out from behind the desk, brisk and bold, walking up to him until she stood directly in front of him.
Then—without hesitation—she clasped both his hands. Her eyes locked onto his, dark with emotion, sincere.
"Please trust me, Mr. Cruxius. I'm really, truly sorry for my earlier judgment." Her grip tightened, firm, unapologetically strong.
Her boldness surprised even herself—approaching him like this, while he sat there half-naked.
But what stunned Cruxius wasn't her words. It was the feel of her touch.
Her nails grazed his skin—sharp enough to stir, soft enough to linger.
Her palms were warm, smooth, and slightly damp, pressing firmly against his.
This wasn't the nervous grasp of a flustered girl. It was the solid grip of a woman used to handling scalpels—steady, precise, forceful.
What if... And that thought crept in again.
What if she held his cock with that same grip?
'Show her status.'
He checked the overall quality of the visually appealing woman standing before him.
[
Name: Seleyena Verille
Rank: Unranked
Role: Human / Support
Ability: None
— Healing Aura (Core Ability – Unawakened)
Rank: S
Emits a 100-meter radius aura that continuously heals and buffs allies.
Grants 100% immunity to poison, debuffs, and negative status effects.
Boosts strength, agility, and endurance. Healing regeneration occurs steadily while within the aura.
— Latent Ability – Unawakened
Rank: SS
Tied to intimacy, this ability empowers individuals bonded with the user through physical connection.
Grants the bonded partner instant regeneration and all benefits of Healing Aura without distance limitations.
Deterioration: Effects diminish after 4 hours, negligible after 24, unless intimacy is renewed.
Both abilities are currently dormant.
Core Stats:
Strength: E
Agility: E
Endurance: D
Intellect: A
Charisma: A+
Libido: F ]
'!'
'This...' Cruxius scanned the status window, already aware of the Healing Aura—one that had earned her the nickname "saint" for its miraculous effect. But the second ability... that was new.
Naturally, after her awakening, she'd been scouted by the government. Given her personality, she bought into the legal system, becoming secluded from the world.
Her usefulness made her too valuable, monitored constantly. She wasn't even allowed near men. And she herself had shown no interest, aware that most only approached her to exploit her powers.
As a result, her latent ability had never been triggered.
'Is this a sign?' Cruxius wondered as he looked at her. 'A hint from fate?'
'She's made for me.'
With quiet resolve and a touch of coldness, he reached out—one hand placed on her shoulder, the other guiding hers to his chest.
'!'
"Wh-what—" Her voice caught in her throat as her hand landed on his firm chest, his other hand gently pushing her down. She blinked, confused—until his voice broke the silence.
"Kneel."
"Sorry?" Seleyena blinked, uncertain if she'd heard correctly. But the look on Cruxius's face—calm, intense, composed—left no room for misunderstanding. Slowly, her fingers were pressed downward.
"These wounds hurt a bit, Doctor... and even more, the one inflicted in the lower region. Please, just take a look," he said softly, and as his grip guided her, she bent slightly. Her long, delicate fingers brushed over his muscular abdomen.
Though not entirely fatless, Cruxius had the kind of sculpted body only a seasoned playboy would carry—firm chest, defined abs.
"I-I, n-no, let me get my gloves—" Seleyena stammered, face flushed, dizzy with heat. She tried to turn away, but his hands held her too firmly, guiding her gently yet insistently down until her knees hit the ground.
"Wa-wait, Mr. Cruxius, I'll call a male doctor—" she began, but her words died in her throat the moment he slid her hand lower—from chest to abdomen, then under his waistband.
She barely had time to react before his cock sprang free.
"Hicc...!...?!"
Her breath hitched. The air around her filled with a pungent and manly smell instantly.
The shadow of his cock fell across her face—long, veined, flushed with heat. It twitched slightly, bold and unashamed, inches from her parted lips.
Seleyena's throat moved in a slow, visible gulp, the slender curve of her neck tightening.
Her skin flushed, pink blooming beneath the pale surface.
Her lashes fluttered, eyes locked—pupils dilated, almost trembling—as if trying to take in every inch of him and failing.
'I should have washed it', Cruxius didn't speak but noticed the blood's redness near the base of his shaft, along with the dried cum giving off a pungent smell.
He simply took her wrist—his palm warm, fingers wrapping around her like iron veiled in velvet.
He guided her hand—slowly, deliberately—until her fingertips brushed against the wet tip.
Bam!
"Master! Did you call for me?!" Darithi slammed the cabin door open, barging inside only to freeze at the sight: a kneeling woman, her fingers gripped in Cruxius' hand, touching the reddened head of his cock.
"Ah… I'll come back later then," she said with a blank expression, as if completely accustomed to such a scene, nodding once before turning away.
Thump Thump
"Whaaaa—! L-Leave right now!" Seleyena seemed slapped by the reality of the moment. She stumbled backward, fell, then scrambled directly under her desk, clutching her knees with both arms and shouting at Cruxius.
'…' Cruxius, who had just been savoring the warmth of her touch, turned his gaze toward the cabin door. With a blank stare, he sighed and leaned down to pull on his clothes.
'Sigh… Darithi, couldn't you have been just a little late?'