His cock was still buried inside her when he felt it.
The weight.
Lira's body grew heavier in his arms, limbs going slack as her head lolled against his shoulder. Her breathing—already shallow from hours of being fucked—became nothing more than faint wisps of air that barely stirred against his neck.
"Mmph..."
A soft, broken sound. Not quite a moan. More like the last exhale of someone slipping beneath dark waters.
He was still moving. Still thrusting up into her with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. Her pussy clenched weakly around him, the wet heat of her body still wrapped tight despite the poison coursing through her veins.
Through 'both' their veins.
"Ngh..."
Her eyes fluttered. Those golden irises—melted coins that once gleamed with devotion—disappeared behind pale lids. Her lips parted, wine-stained and trembling, but no words came out. Just a faint gasp. A surrender.
She was dying.
Or sleeping.
Or both.
Cruxius didn't stop. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her limp body up and down his shaft even as her strength faded completely. The friction was still good. Still tight. Still the most delicious, vice-like pussy he'd ever had the privilege of ruining.
But then—
The window appeared.
'!'
"This..."
Not in the room. Not reflected in any mirror or glass. It materialized directly in his vision, overlaying reality like a glitch in the fabric of existence itself.
Blue light. Sharp edges. Text that glowed with unnatural clarity against the dim bedroom.
> [ SuperVillain System Activated ]
There was a flicker of hesitation.
His rhythm stuttered. Just for a moment. His eyes narrowed, pupils dilating as he tried to process what he was seeing while still buried balls-deep inside a poisoned woman whose body was growing colder by the second.
'Did she spike my drink? Some kind of hallucinogen? Or is this part of a hero's halo—an illusion?'
A storm of doubts surged through his mind. His gaze flicked toward Lira's face—slack, peaceful, dying—before darting to the window overlooking the ocean. Outside, the wind carried the usual chill of night, and the moon hung undisturbed. Calm. Real.
His narrowed gaze swept over the vast ocean beyond, a silent reminder that this mansion sat atop a private island—far from civilization, far from any prying eyes.
Complete isolation.
> [ Establishing bond with host ]
'A mechanical voice? What are you, some kind of nanotech?'
The voice echoed—mechanical, synthetic, yet disturbingly vivid. It reverberated inside his skull like someone had installed speakers directly into his brain.
But he doubted it was nanotech. As someone deeply familiar with portable tech, he would've sensed even a trace. Besides, he'd shared the poisoned wine with her. After death, his body always reverted to the selected time point—within that 24-hour window.
There should be no way to carry anything—especially not tech—into the past.
And yet... the sound, the sensation, the light—everything felt too real and too solid to be dismissed as hallucination.
He glanced toward the mirror across the room—
Only to find that there was no window in its reflection.
Whatever this was, it wasn't in the room.
It was inside his mind.
That left two options: he'd been drugged... or infected.
Gently, he eased Lira's limp body off his lap. His cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound—still half-hard and glistening with their mixed fluids and the remnants of poisoned wine. Cum leaked from her swollen pussy, pooling on the silk sheets beneath her.
Without hesitation, he strode to a drawer and retrieved the BioTrace Mk.IV—a handheld scanner capable of detecting nanites, toxins, or biological anomalies.
'Click.'
He pressed it against his temple and activated it.
No response.
No nanotech. No infection. Clean.
> [ Bond completed ]
DING!
> [ STATUS WINDOW ]
> Name: Cruxius Blac
Rank: A
Role: Super Villain
Ability:
[Black Loop] – Rank: SS+
Upon death, User can rewind to any chosen moment within the past 24 hours.
– Only memories are retained
– Physical injuries and damage are reset
– Time point is chosen after death
– Activates automatically
– No cooldown; reactivation requires death
– Cannot carry physical objects or energy through loops
> Core Stats:
Strength: B
Agility: B
Endurance: B
Intellect: SS
Charisma: A+
Libido: S
'Huh. Is this mine?'
A flicker of surprise crossed his face. The ability was clearly laid out—something he'd learned through experience and painful trial, now spelled out in front of him like an instruction manual. Even his rank and stats were there. His lips twitched slightly.
'I'm not that smart. And definitely not that horny. Is this thing broken?'
He found it a bit amusing. The stats displayed seemed to match the kind of assessments made by the Hero Association—each hero ranked and categorized. He had often used those metrics to gauge his own strength in combat.
So B-rank in strength, agility, and endurance made sense.
But intellect and libido?
Even if he gave some leeway to intellect... 'libido'? That one was out of nowhere. Sure, he'd just spent hours fucking Lira into oblivion, but that didn't make him some sex-obsessed maniac.
> [ Awakening conditions met: Death of someone close to User's heart by User's own hand ]
'...'
Another window popped up, and this one hit deeper.
The system—whatever it was—had been triggered by him killing Lira. It made sense. She was one of the very few people he'd genuinely bonded with.
His family was long gone, and Lira... Lira had entered his life by pure coincidence and somehow carved out a space for herself.
She was a good cook. He'd stumbled upon her family's failing restaurant while wandering through an alley and, impressed by her food, hired her as his personal chef on the spot.
Later, he looked into her background and discovered a detail that changed everything—her sister, Neuril, a once-rising superhero, had died months ago.
He had been the one to kill her.
Even as the heir to Blac Corporation—one of the twenty wealthiest families on the planet—Cruxius had everything and yet lacked the one thing that truly mattered.
Proof that even with infinite money, one could still be hollow.
In a world of superheroes and miracles, his life had always been too convenient.
Charm, wealth, intellect, and skills—he had them all.
Except for one thing.
Ageusia—a condition that robbed him of the ability to taste.
And then, one day, in a run-down hotel on the brink of collapse, he'd tasted something for the first time in years. The food she'd cooked. The hotel had once been famous, thanks to its heroic mascot—her sister, Neuril—until her death ruined everything.
Cruxius erased all traces of Neuril's killer from the public eye. Deleted the reports, bribed the government, bought the judiciary, and pinned the blame elsewhere. And then, with subtle manipulation, he won Lira's heart and hired her as his assistant.
They became each other's solace.
Her cooking gave him taste. Her body gave him pleasure—the tightest, most delicious pussy he'd ever had, one that gripped him like it was made specifically to milk his cock dry.
And her devotion... her devotion gave him something he hadn't realized he'd been missing.
Purpose.
And today... he'd told her the truth. Just to see her reaction. A test.
He knew that if he were in her place, he would've done the same.
He would've killed the one who murdered his family.
It was a loss—no doubt—but a necessary one. He had to know if she would choose forgiveness or vengeance when faced with the monster who destroyed her past.
She chose vengeance.
And he chose to die with her rather than live without her.
[ Additional Ability Unlocked ]
[ Ability: HeartSync ] – Rank: SSS+