CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112 - SELEYENA AWAKENED HER ABILITY

Cruxius could hear her—shattered, desperate. Her screams tore through the haze, jagged and raw.

"Cruxius! Please, don’t—no, no, no—!"

His body shook beneath her hands, trembling so violently he could barely feel the scorched flesh beneath his skin anymore. The heat was a roaring storm inside him, drowning every other sense—except her voice.

Then the cold hit. Wet fabric pressing over his burning skin, soaking through with her warmth beneath it—her bare, trembling body clinging tight to his.

Her sobs pressed into him, wet and ragged.

"I’m here... I’m here... don’t leave me..."

’Shit... is she not going to awaken even after all this?’ Cruxius, with his eyes closed, clearly acting oblivious of her presence, while holding his breath, knowing well that he was about to die at any moment, felt all his hard work going to ruins due to this woman.

Definitely this time, if he did not succeed, he would only return a few moments back and leave her in this mansion to burn alone—not sacrificing himself next time, as he needed to awaken her at any cost.

But as his senses, even the bones, seemed to feel the heat outside, trembled, he did not seem to find any hint of her awakening.

Or at least he thought that—

DING!

[ Target: Seleyena’s minimum Infatuation level achieved: Bestowing the ability Healing Aura – Rank S ]

Seleyena awakened her ability when a screen popped up in mid-air.

[ Ability Review:

1. Healing Aura (Core Ability – Awakened)

Rank: S

Emits a 100-meter radius aura that heals and buffs allies.

Provides 100% immunity to poison, debuffs, and negative status effects.

Boosts strength, agility, and endurance.

Continuous regeneration within the aura range.

This aura is currently inactive because it hasn’t been awakened yet.

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2. Latent Intimacy-Based Ability (Unawakened)

Rank: SS

Tied to physical intimacy, this ability empowers the bonded partner.

Grants them instant regeneration and all the benefits of the Healing Aura, even without distance limitation.

Duration: Effects last up to 4 hours, diminishing afterward and becoming negligible after 24 hours unless intimacy is renewed. ]

’!’

’Finally!’

Cruxius’s eyes snapped open, a spark of life and triumph blazing to the surface.

But he didn’t move just yet.

The power rushing through his body was unreal—cells knitting together, scorched skin peeling off in glowing flakes to reveal raw, untouched flesh beneath.

His ribs straightened with a crunch, organs pulsed back to rhythm. The pain dulled from a deafening roar into something tolerable, something distant, until it faded almost entirely.

But what he felt more than that... was her.

Her entire body was pressed against him—completely bare under the drenched blanket she’d thrown over them both. Her breasts, soft and trembling, were mashed tight against his chest.

Her hardened nipples dug lightly into his skin, reacting either from cold or the intense aura between them.

Her legs straddled his waist, her hips quivering with each sob, thighs twitching every time she shifted.

And she was falling apart.

"C-Cruxius... sniff... hic... why won’t you move...?"

Her voice cracked like brittle ice. Her hands trembled over his shoulders, her forehead pressed to his collarbone as her body jerked with every ragged breath.

"P-Please... don’t... don’t do this to me... uwaaah~! You said you’d protect me... sniff...!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into his skin. Her fingers clung to his flesh like claws, like letting go meant falling into a void she couldn’t crawl out of.

"I-I thought I lost you... hic... it felt like m-my heart—like it was breaking..."

Her hips shifted down unconsciously, her body sliding over his as she sobbed harder. Her breasts flattened even more firmly to his chest.

Her nipples grazed across healing skin, and Cruxius sucked in a breath through clenched teeth—not from arousal, but because the sensation hit like lightning after the numbness.

Everything was coming back too fast.

Warmth. Skin. Her scent. Her cries. The way her breath hitched when her thighs pressed tight around his waist.

And yet—she didn’t care about any of that. She wasn’t thinking about the way their bodies touched.

She was breaking.

"I don’t care anymore... I don’t care what happens... just come back, please...!"

Then, without warning—he moved.

His hand slid up her spine, fingers warm and strong, and she froze.

Her head jerked back. Her eyes wide, lips trembling. And before she could even gasp—

"...If I knew you’d cry like this for me," Cruxius rasped out, voice rough but unmistakably alive, "I’d fake my death more often."

Seleyena stared. Her breath caught in her throat, her whole body trembling in disbelief.

"Y-You... hic...! You’re... you’re not...!"

Her lip quivered again as more tears welled.

"You’re squishing me pretty hard," he said, smirking despite how hoarse he sounded. "Especially right here."

He tilted his hips slightly, nudging her—just enough to remind her how her ass was clamping down on his dick.

Her face turned crimson.

Her nipples were still firm, still brushing against his chest with every shaky breath.

She suddenly became aware of the way her inner thighs were pressed to his waist... the way she’d been grinding slightly during her crying fit without even realizing it.

"U-Uwaaah~! Y-You shameless... hic

... I thought you were d-dead, you awful man!!" she wailed, smacking his chest with her fists—but they were weak, shaky, more desperate than angry.

"Was. Got better." He chuckled, though it ended in a soft wince.

"You... you don’t get to joke about this!" she sobbed again, face flushed, voice high and wrecked. "I was... hic... I thought I lost you, you cruel thing!"

Cruxius reached up and cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a fresh tear.

’Activate Healing Aura,’ Cruxius bathed in the aura created by her and activated his ability as well, since her power was only applicable to allies and not herself. So now, both of them were healing each other.

"I know," he murmured. "I felt it all... even when I couldn’t move."

Her bottom lip trembled as she leaned into his touch.

Her eyes—puffy, red, wet—searched his as if still doubting.

Then, slowly, he pulled her down—and kissed her.

"I love you, Seleyena... However, being a pervert, I hope you will allow me to use you often."

Their lips met in a clash of salt and heat.

"Hicc... mphhhh... slurp..." Her sobs didn’t stop; they just melted into the kiss, tears mixing with breath.

His hand slid up her side, over the curve of her breast, the warmth of his palm sinking in. She didn’t flinch.

She just kissed back, deeper, rawer, like she was trying to anchor herself to him with her whole body.

All shame was vanished; he was alive, and that mattered to her the most.

She would give her everything to this perverted man, as she realized the pain she might feel if she lost him.

Her nipple, still sensitive, grazed under his fingers, and her breath hitched sharply. He didn’t tease—he just held her there, grounding her, comforting her through touch while their bodies remembered what it felt like to be alive together.

She kissed him like she’d never stop.

Lips trembling, tears still streaming down her face, but there was no hesitation anymore.

Her body pressed tighter, her thighs clenched firmer, as if trying to melt into him—to burn with him if it came to that.

"Mnnhh... mmphh... nghh... Cruxius..." she whimpered into his mouth, breath catching as if her lungs were drowning in heat and want.

Her hips began to shift again, but this time it wasn’t involuntary.

It was instinct—no, obsession—taking over. Like something primal inside her had cracked open.

And then came a broken piece of a word, in the tears on her face... an obsessive chant sending shivers down anyone’s spine.

"Hic... hic... mine...mine...y-you are mine~⁠♡!!"