Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: What Have I done

What followed was worse. Far worse.

Jax dragged her again. Like an animal hunting fresh meat. For him, it was DP—sweet, endless points. His hand fisted her messy hair. Yanked her across the dirt. Knees scraped raw. She clawed at his wrist. Nails broke on his skin.

”Stop—please—I can’t—” Adelina thrashed. Legs kicked wild. Tried to roll free. Her tits dragged in the mud. Nipples caked with filth.

”You can.” He flipped her onto her back. Pinned her thighs wide with his knees. Her pussy gaped open—swollen lips red from the first round, those stray dark hairs matted sticky with her shame-juice and his leftover cum. Dripped slow from her hole like a broken faucet.

”This is wrong—” She bucked up. Fists pounded his chest. Weak now. Sobs choked her words.

”Pain is just data. Now turn around.” He slapped her ass hard. Cheek bloomed pink. Then grabbed her hips. Flipped her like a ragdoll. Face-down in the dirt. Ass up high. Her puckered asshole winked tight above that sloppy pussy—still leaking, inner lips fluttering like they craved more despite the screams.

Adelina crawled. Desperate. Fingers dug into soil. Inched forward.

Jax laughed cold. Yanked her back by the waist. Balls heavy against her thigh as he mounted her again. His dick—still slick, veins bulging—prodded her ass crack first. Teased the tight ring. Pressed just enough to stretch. Make her clench.

”No! Not there—gods, that’s filthy! My husband’s never—” She froze. Ass cheeks quivered. Hole winked shut.

He smirked. Switched low. Slammed into her pussy instead. Balls-deep in one brutal shove. Schlick. Her juices squirted out around his shaft. Coated his sack wet and warm.

”Ahhhh! Too deep—your balls are crushing my clit!” She howled. Back arched. Tits dragged in dirt. Nipples scraped bloody.

[Devotion Points +4]

He gripped her hair like reins. Pulled her head back. Exposed her throat. Thrust wild.

Clap. Clap.

His heavy balls slapped her clit each time—thwack, thwack—swollen sack smacking her puffy lips, making her hole fart wet air.

”Feel that? My nuts churning for your royal womb.” He growled. One hand snaked under. Squeezed her tit rough. Milk-white flesh overflowed his fingers. Pinched the nipple hard. Twisted till she yelped.

”Nngh! Mercy—it’s throbbing inside me!” Her pussy betrayed her. Clenched greedy. Sucked his dick deeper. Juices gushed fresh, soaking his balls till they glistened like oiled plums.

[Devotion Points +2]

She pleaded more. Voice hoarse. ”My son... he draws pictures of me as a warrior queen... he’ll hate what you’ve made me!”

Jax ignored. Spanked her ass. Red handprint bloomed. Then reached down. Cupped his own balls. Squeezed them full. Let her feel the weight slap her clit harder. ”These are loaded for you. Begging to flood that married hole.”

”Nooo—pull out! I can’t take your seed—ahh!” A moan cracked through. Unwanted. Her hips rolled back. Ground her ass on his pelvis. Pussy walls rippled. Milked him like a pro whore.

He felt it build. Pounded savage. Dick pistoning her sloppy cunt. Balls tightening, slapping louder—smack, smack—coating in her cream. ”Code’s glitching now. Your hole loves the stretch.”

[Devotion Points +6]

Adelina shattered. Scream tore raw. ”Fuuuck—no, gods, cumming—your dick’s breaking me!” Pussy convulsed. Gushed hot squirt. Soaked his balls and thighs. Hole spasmed wild, sucking his shaft like it owned him.

Jax roared. Buried deep. Balls contracted hard against her clit. Unloaded thick ropes. Pumped her womb full. Overflow bubbled out—white cum mixing her juices, dripping from her stretched lips down her hairy mound.

They slumped. Her body limp. Pussy still twitching on his softening dick. Balls drained, slick and heavy against her.

[Total DP Gained: 47] [Current DP Balance: 1,016]

Adelina lay on the ground. Naked. Marked. Cum leaked from her ruined pussy, pooling under her ass. Bruises bloomed on hips. Bite marks on tits. She curled into herself. Shaking. Sobs quiet now. No strength to cover. Just broken whimpers.

Jax stood. Adjusted his clothes. Cock tucked away, still sticky. He pulled up his stat screen. Watched numbers glow.

’Forty-seven points. Not bad. If I can find more isolated nobles—’

Suddenly, the world shifted.

The sky rippled like water. Air hummed low. Birds dropped silent mid-flight. Wind died flat.

Then a voice— the Goddess’s voice—boomed inside Jax’s skull. Velvet cold.

”My champions. Welcome to the World of Valdoria.”

Jax’s head snapped up. Hand flew to his sword hilt. Grip white-knuckled.

”I hope you’ve settled in. But let me clarify something important:”

Dramatic pause. Echoed in his bones.

”This is not a simulation. This is not a virtual world. This is a REAL world, with REAL people, REAL emotions, REAL consequences.”

Jax’s blood turned ice. Heart slammed.

’What?’

”We gods chose an existing world—one of dozens under our dominion—to make this game more entertaining. More realistic.”

’No. She said it was a game—’

”Every citizen of Valdoria will contribute to your victory or elimination. Their strength and magic far exceeds yours. Use them wisely.”

”Good luck, my champions. May the best claim their wish.”

The voice faded. Sky snapped back. Birds chirped hesitant. Wind whispered again.

Silence hung thick.

Jax stood frozen. Face blank. Mind screaming bloody.

’Real. Not NPCs. Not code. REAL.’

His eyes drifted to Queen Adelina. Still sprawled naked on the ground. Cum drying on her thighs. Pussy lips puffy and red, leaking slow. Tits marked with his fingerprints.

’She’s real. A real person. Real husband. Real children.’

Stomach lurched. Bile rose sharp.

’I just... raped her. A real queen. Fucked her like meat. Filled her with my cum.’

He stared at his hands. Clean now. But felt the ghost—her skin, her heat, her tears.

’Fuck.’

Horror clawed seconds. Then calculation flooded in. Cold. Sharp.

’She’ll report this. Scream it to the castle. Armies marching. Assassins in shadows. Mages hurling fire.’

He looked at Adelina. Expression hardened to stone.

’I made an enemy of an entire nation.’

Hand moved to sword. Fingers curled tight.

’Kill her. Dead women don’t tell stories.’

Step forward. Blade hissed half-drawn. Sun glinted evil on steel.

Adelina didn’t notice. Stared at nothing. Eyes dead.

Jax’s arm tensed. Tip aimed at her throat.

’One thrust. Quick. Merciful compared to what I did. What I made her feel.’

He glanced at the driver’s body. Slumped against the wheel. Legs hacked off. Chest still. Blood crusted black.

’He’s dead. Bled out while I was balls-deep in her. Cut him down like trash. Because he interrupted my fuck.’

Eyes flicked back. From corpse to queen.

’Two lives. No—those eleven bandits too. Twelve dead. One destroyed. All real.’

Hand shook. Blade wavered.

He sheathed it. Harsh click. Turned to walk away. Dust kicked under boots.

”Wait.”

Bare whisper. Like wind through bones.

Jax stopped. Back rigid.

Queen Adelina pushed up. To her knees. Still naked. Arms hugged her tits. Cum-smeared thighs pressed together. Face streaked tears and dirt. Hair a wild nest.

”Please... don’t leave me here.”

He didn’t turn. Voice ice. ”You should be grateful I’m not killing you.”

”This is the Forest of Dread.” Her words cracked. Shiver racked her. Tits jiggled soft. ”Those beasts messed our route. Then these bandits came. But the beasts are still out there.”

”Beasts?” He turned slow. Eyes raked her. Naked form huddled. Pussy hidden now, but marks fresh—red handprints on ass, bite on neck.

”Dire wolves. Shadow bears. Serpents the size of trees.” She shook harder. Voice small. ”They hunt at night. And night is coming.”

Jax looked up. Sun dipped low. Orange bleed on horizon. Maybe two hours left.

”Please. I’m begging you.” Her voice broke full. Fresh tears. ”Not as a queen. As a mother. I have children waiting for me. A son who’s only eight. A brilliant nineteen-year-old daughter.”

Crack hitched. Sobs bubbled.

”You want me to protect you? After what I just did?”

”Yes.” She crawled closer. On knees. Dirt caked her skin. Tits swayed heavy. ”I know you’re a monster. I know you don’t care about me. But maybe you care about something. Practicality. Guilt or even Shame.”

She looked up. Eyes desperate. Pleading raw.

”I won’t tell anyone what happened. I swear on my children’s lives. I’ll say the bandits did it before you arrived. I’ll take that shame. I’ll live with that lie. Just don’t leave me here to die.”

Jax stood silent. Sun sank lower. Shadows stretched long. Weighing her words. Her body. The points she’d given. The war she’d spark.

Forest whispered dark. Beasts howled faint in distance.