My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines-Chapter 18- Jenny and Jake

Saint Regalia Private Medical Hospital, Northeast Europe.

Set against the wide landmass, the hospital looked more like a luxury resort than a medical facility. Black sedans and quiet electric cars lined the private driveway, guarded by men in suits who didn't smile.

The glass entrance slid open without a sound.

Inside, the temperature shifted—cool, controlled. The scent of sterile air replaced the faint trace of pine from outside. Marble floors stretched ahead, spotless.

A concierge desk stood where most hospitals had a nurse's station, staffed by people who looked more like hotel managers.

Past them, the corridors were wide and quiet. Nurses moved quickly but without haste. Every wall, every surface, was designed to go unnoticed—muted tones, soft lights, nothing that might stir anxiety in a patient.

Outside the hospital's doors, a Bugatti skidded to a halt, its tires screeching lightly as it came to a stop—drawing curious gazes from nurses and patients alike.

"Isn't that—?" One of the nurses began, frowning. She glanced toward the car, confused. Hospital regulations strictly prohibited vehicles like that from pulling up to the front entrance. Such arrivals were rerouted to the back gate.

But her voice faltered as her colleague nudged her with an elbow.

"Shh. Don't you know that's the dean's son?" the older nurse whispered, a note of warning in her voice. She'd been working here longer—and knew better. The hospital belonged to the very man whose son had just stepped out of that Bugatti.

He emerged with effortless confidence. Loose white shirt, matching pants. His gaze casually turned toward the opposite side—where a young woman stepped out as well, her tight, revealing dress and short skirt turning heads.

Her makeup was bold, vibrant, with sunglasses on.

"Will there be more men to ruin her?" Jenny asked, her eyes fixed on Jake, who had just exited the car.

He tossed his keys to a waiting guard without a glance, his attention drifting elsewhere. But Jenny's eyes never left him—the same fiancé whom she had given a task to complete just last night.

"Regrettably, no," Jake said with a shrug, stretching his hand toward her. "Cruxius Blac isn't the kind to share his women."

Jenny blinked. "W-who?" Her head snapped toward him.

Jake's smirk widened. "I picked him specifically. Out of all the men, he's the one woman can't manipulate or escape—especially a woman like Thalia."

Her expression froze.

"What!? Blac? You mean the Blac? The heir to the Blac Corporation?" Jenny's voice cracked with disbelief.

She had told Jake—firmly—to fix her arrogant stepsister with a disease-ridden playboy or some filthy bastard from university.

She'd wanted her humiliated, blackmailed, maybe even traumatized.

But instead, he'd handed her over to one of the richest, most eligible bachelors alive?

Was he trying to destroy Thalia's life or gift her a damn sugar daddy?

"You girls really are fools," Jake scoffed, pulling her close and groping her ass openly. He looked into her sunglasses as he added, "You think he's some prize just 'cause he's rich and handsome? Tch. He uses women like clothes."

"...But he is rich..." Jenny muttered under her breath, eyes hidden behind dark lenses.

A bitterness tightened in her chest.

Thalia always ended up getting what should've been hers.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"Nothing." Jenny quickly hugged him tighter, hiding her expression as they walked deeper into the hospital together, arms locked.

"Would he have used a condom, or did he finish inside her?" she asked after a pause, venom lacing her voice.

She was livid.

That filthy woman. That ungrateful daughter of her father's first wife. The same girl who'd slapped Jenny's mother after getting her scholarship—who'd walked out with all her bags, declaring she would never return to "this house."

Even though her mother had let that girl live there after her mother died.

'She lived off our generosity, and she had the audacity to slap mom back,' Jenny seethed internally.

"Of course he definitely would have finished many times inside her," Jake said casually. "Ask any woman who's been with Cruxius. The guy's a damn rabbit in bed. A perverted bastard. Don't taint yourself, darling. Emotional love is more important than physical touch." He kissed her forehead with mock tenderness.

As they passed the reception desk and moved down the corridor, a woman in a white coat and pencil skirt passed them.

Jake's eyes sharpened in recognition. He stopped.

"Oh, Doctor Seleyena. How was your chat with my father?" he asked with a smug smile. He had received a call from her just that morning.

She'd reported him for sneaking a specific drug from the hospital's labs—unauthorized, of course.

Naturally, his father would have put her in her right place.

The doctor stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowing behind thin-rimmed glasses.

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"Hello, Mister Jake," she said coldly. "I must say, your father truly has no idea what kind of man his son is turning into. And what he'll become if left unchecked."

She had seen the CCTV footage. Heard every word.

This woman standing beside Jake—Jenny—had planned to drug her stepsister and throw her into the arms of some old man or sexually disease-ridden predator.

And now, she had just heard the name Cruxius escape Jake's lips.

Which meant...

They had succeeded in destroying an innocent life by making that girl named Thalia get forced into the arms of some sex fiend named Cruxius.

"....Do you want to get fired?" Jenny mumbled, coming forward as if she owned the hospital, looking coolly at the doctor as she definitely didn't like this woman. Jenny's eyes observed her—white coat over an embroidered white top, black pencil skirt, high heels, and glasses with sharp grayish eyes, all while having an attitude that made it seem like she stood with her hands tucked in her pockets.

Unbeknownst to Jenny, it was innocently complex within her that triggered after comparing her body features with that woman named Seleyana.

"Fired? Are you illiterate? I can only be revoked of my privileges to practice here. Sigh, for the son of a dean, I would suggest you choose a decent woman unlike this one," Seleyana narrowed her eyes, giving a firm look to Jenny, who clearly seemed to her like a spoiled child with no real idea about how the world functions, immature and childish.

"Y-you!" Jenny was clearly angered. Her eyes become red as she glared at the woman who dared to mock her.

But before she could finish her words, chaos erupted in the hospital.

"What! Aren't they from Blac Corporation?!"