"Wh-what—!?" Seleyena, after hearing his words, tripped—her sensible heels catching on the tile. She barely steadied herself, a visible quiver traveling up her soft thighs as her trembling hand reached up to fix her hair 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, nervously adjusting her glasses—thick, black-framed spectacles—with her delicate fingers.
Her full, red-lipsticked mouth parted slightly, drawing quick, shallow breaths that made her chest heave. It stood out starkly against her milky white skin.
That awkward silliness only amplified the raw, feminine charm radiating from her recently ravishing body—peach-like curves and smooth, inviting lines.
She looked incredibly cute to him, especially as his gaze dropped to her plump bust. The way the thin fabric of her shirt-like top stretched tight over her heavy breasts betrayed the subtle, hardened peaks of her nipples underneath. Between the lapels of her white doctor's coat, the delicate embroidery of her black floral bra peeked through, framing her cleavage perfectly.
"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 the heavy bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers. He winced slightly as his eyes locked with hers—then flicked down to her trembling hand.
He imagined how those fingers—delicate, impeccably clean, and precise from years of surgery—would feel wrapping tightly around him.
"Wh-what? But I'm a gynecologist, how can I—" Seleyena stumbled backward, finally registering what he truly meant. She flushed a deep, furious red down to her collarbones, waving both hands in front of her chest as if to physically push the heavy tension 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, silky calm as he placed a hand over his face, acting half-defeated, peeking through the gaps of his fingers just to catch her expression.
Her reaction was instant—her delicate hands clenched, her slender 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, her crisp white coat swishing around her wide hips as she walked up to him until she stood directly between his spread legs.
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, standing so close while he sat there half-naked, his raw masculinity radiating heat against her stomach.
But what stunned Cruxius wasn't her words. It was the feel of her touch.
Her manicured nails grazed his skin—sharp enough to stir the blood beneath, soft enough to linger.
Her palms were incredibly warm, smooth, and slightly damp with nervous sweat, pressing firmly against his.
This wasn't the nervous, frail grasp of a flustered girl. It was the solid grip of a mature woman used to handling scalpels—steady, precise, forcefully intimate.
What if... And that thought crept in again, dark and heavy.
What if she held his cock with that same, desperate grip?
'Show her status.'
He checked the overall quality of the visually appealing woman standing before him, smelling her faint, floral perfume mixed with clinical antiseptic.
[
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 completely 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, highly intimate ability had never been triggered.
'Is this a sign?' Cruxius wondered as his gaze traveled down her slender neck to the deep V of her shirt. 'A hint from fate?'
'She's made for me.'
With quiet resolve and a touch of dominant coldness, he reached out—his broad hand placed heavily on her delicate shoulder, feeling the slight tremble in her frame, while his other hand guided hers to his chest.
'!'
"Wh-what—" Her voice caught in her throat as her warm palm landed on his firm, bare chest, his other hand gently but heavily pushing her down. She blinked, her long lashes fluttering in confusion—until his voice broke the silence, deep and commanding.
"Kneel."
"Sorry?" Seleyena blinked, her lips parting, 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. As his iron grip guided her, she bent slightly, her knees buckling. Her long, delicate fingers brushed over the hot skin of his muscular abdomen.
Though not entirely fatless, Cruxius had the kind of highly sculpted body only a seasoned playboy would carry—a firm, broad chest and deeply defined abs that contracted under her touch.
"I-I, n-no, let me get my gloves—" Seleyena stammered, her face completely flushed, dizzy with the sudden, suffocating heat rolling off his body. She tried to turn away, but his hands held her too firmly, guiding her gently yet insistently down until both of her knees hit the cold clinic floor.
"Wa-wait, Mr. Cruxius, I'll call a male doctor—" she gasped, but her words died completely in her throat the moment he slid her hand lower—from his hot abdomen, straight under his waistband.
She barely had time to react before he pulled the fabric down and his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a heavy thud.
"Hicc...!...?!"
Her breath hitched sharply. The air around her filled instantly with a pungent, intoxicatingly manly musk.
The shadow of his thick cock literally fell across her face—long, heavily veined, and flushed dark red with furious heat. A drop of pre-come glistened at the slit as it twitched slightly, bold and unashamed, hovering mere inches from her parted, trembling lips.
Seleyena's throat moved in a slow, highly visible gulp, the slender curve of her neck tightening as she swallowed hard.
Her fair skin flushed entirely, a deep pink blooming beneath the pale surface of her chest and cheeks.
Her lashes fluttered uncontrollably, her eyes locked onto his member—pupils blown wide, almost trembling—as if trying to take in every thick inch of him and failing.
'I should have washed it', Cruxius didn't speak but noticed the faint redness of blood near the thick base of his shaft, along with the faint, musky sheen of dried cum, giving off a heavily raw scent that seemed to short-circuit the doctor's brain.
He simply took her slender wrist—his palm radiating heat, fingers wrapping around her like iron veiled in velvet.
He guided her hand—slowly, deliberately, letting her feel the pulsing heat radiating from him—until her soft, unblemished fingertips brushed right against the slick, weeping tip.
Bam!
"Master! Did you call for me?!" Darithi slammed the cabin door open, barging inside only to freeze dead at the sight: the highly respected doctor kneeling on the floor, her delicate fingers gripped securely in Cruxius's hand, touching the reddened, glistening head of his cock.
"Ah… I'll come back later then," she said with an entirely blank expression, as if completely accustomed to walking in on such debauchery. She nodded once before turning away without missing a beat.
Thump Thump
"Whaaaa—! L-Leave right now!" Seleyena seemed violently slapped by the reality of the moment. She stumbled backward, landing hard on her rear, then scrambled frantically directly under her wooden desk. She pulled her knees to her chest, clutching them tightly with both arms, her face buried as she shouted blindly at Cruxius.
'…' Cruxius, who had just been savoring the incredible, nervous warmth of her touch, turned his gaze toward the closed cabin door. With a blank stare, he sighed heavily and leaned down to pull up his clothes.
'Sigh… Darithi, couldn't you have been just a little late?'