Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: One heck of a Research

Jax’s cock slapped against Zharina’s cheek again. The sound was sharp, a wet clap in the quiet room.

”Open it,” he commanded, his voice low.

Her lips remained sealed, a thin line of defiance. Her eyes were wide, a mix of fear and stubborn pride.

He slapped her with his dick again, a little harder. The rhythm was increasing, his patience thinning.

”Open your damn mouth,” he growled, his tone dropping, becoming more authoritative. It was the voice of the very same monster, the voice that demanded obedience.

A flicker of genuine fear finally crossed her eyes. Her resolve cracked. Her lips parted, just a sliver.

He didn’t wait. He moved his hips forward, pressing his heavy sack against her mouth.

”Start licking it,” he ordered. ”And don’t test me with this one. Trust me, you don’t want to see me pissed.”

Hesitantly, she stuck the very tip of her tongue out. It barely grazed his skin before she pulled back, a shudder running through her.

Jax’s eyes narrowed. ”Are you teasing me, professor?”

His gaze was a physical weight. She felt utterly helpless. She tried again, another hesitant, fleeting lick.

That was all the patience he had left. With one hand gripping the back of her head, he forced his balls firmly against her mouth, smothering her.

She trembled, trying to twist away, but his grip was iron. One of his balls pushed past her lips into the wet heat of her mouth.

’Nope, not happening,’ he thought, feeling her panic. He held her there, pinned to his groin.

He could feel the saliva starting to coat his skin. He could also feel the frantic movement inside her mouth as she tried to avoid letting her tongue actually touch him. It was a pathetic, last-ditch resistance.

It couldn’t last. She was running out of air. With a desperate, guttural effort, she shoved her tongue forward, forcing his testicles out of her mouth with a wet, messy pop.

She fell forward, coughing and gasping, strings of saliva connecting her chin to the floor.

Jax looked down at the glistening mess on his balls and then at her. He grabbed her by the neck, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make his point.

”Professor,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. ”If this show of resistance happens one more time, I will make sure you regret it tomorrow. Deeply.”

He brought the head of his cock to her lips, a clear, unspoken command to open up.

Defeated, she opened her mouth just slightly, a tiny invitation.

It was enough. Jax shoved his dick inside, stretching her lips wide. ”Good girl,” he cooed, a dark smirk on his face. ”See? That was easy.”

Then he started to move. It wasn’t a gentle blowjob; it was a claiming. He held her head steady and fucked her mouth with short, rough thrusts.

”Ghk... ghk...” she gagged, her eyes watering.

His balls swung beneath his shaft, slapping against her chin with every thrust. The sound was a lewd, wet slap-slap-slap.

Each impact smeared more of her saliva across her skin, until her chin and neck were glistening and dripping.

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He watched himself disappear into her mouth, her cheeks hollowed. It was a brutal, simple act of domination. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out with a wet sound. His cock was gleaming, utterly coated in her spit.

Without a word, he pushed her back wildly. She landed on the bed with a soft thud, her hands instinctively flying down to cover her pussy, as if that flimsy barrier could stop him.

Jax crawled over her. He brought his saliva-soaked dick close to her face, but not to her mouth. The head traced a path over her closed lips, painting them with wetness.

”Ahh...” she whimpered, turning her head.

He just smirked. His cock moved down, leaving a sticky trail from her lips, over her chin, down the column of her neck.

It slid between her breasts, the slick head leaving a shiny path on her skin. It didn’t stop there, moving lower, over her stomach, until the tip was nestled in her belly button. The path downwards was blocked by her own hands, still guarding her pussy.

Zharina knew what was coming. In a moment of stupid, desperate cunning, she tried to fake excitement. One hand stayed pressed against her pussy, while the other reached out and wrapped around his cock, starting a slow, hesitant stroke.

Jax laughed, a sharp, genuine sound of amusement. ”Professor, you are so dumb and cute right now. Do you think you stroking me, making me cum, will stop me?” He glanced down at his own balls. ”You know I have a lot of fuel right there. And this thing you’re stroking?” He looked at his dick in her hand. ”It’s already liked your pussy. It won’t be satisfied until it cums there at least five times.”

He leaned down, his face close to hers. ”But I liked the silly side of you.”

He kissed her. It was gentle, a brief, soft press of his lips against hers. It lasted only a second, a bizarre contrast to everything else.

”Now,” he whispered, pulling back. ”Leave my property from your hands. And show me the property I own now. The one I bought from you.”

Her grip on his dick loosened and fell away. Jax pulled back, aligning the head of his cock with the entrance to her pussy.

The last obstacle was her own hand, still pressed against her mound. He laid his full weight on top of her, his dick pressing insistently against her fingers.

He reached her lips again, but this time he bit them. Not a love bite. A sharp, punishing bite.

”Tssk!” She gasped, tasting the metallic tang of her own blood.

She knew. If she didn’t relent now, he would become truly brutal. Her grip on her pussy loosened. The defense fell.

Jax saw it. And he plunged.

This wasn’t like before like he had done till now to other women, first gentle then his masterclass. This was brutal. His hard dick speared into her, splitting apart the tight, unprepared resistance of her walls in one savage thrust.

”AHHHHH! NO!” she screamed, her body arching in pain.

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He went wild, a beast unleashed. All the controlled rage from before was set free. He hammered into her, a punishing, relentless rhythm.

She cried out, mourning her own body. Her hands flailed, and one instinctively grabbed the base of his cock, where it met his sack, trying to slow the violent invasion.

Surprisingly, Jax slowed. He wasn’t being kind. He was calculating.

His mouth dug into hers in a brutal kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth as his cock claimed her pussy. His hands groped and mauled her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until she cried out again.

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And his hips... his hips were a piston of pure, animalistic power. They drove into her again and again, the sound of his flesh smacking against hers filling the room. The wet slap of his balls against her thighs, the squelch of her overworked pussy—it was a symphony of degradation.

”Nnngh! God... please... stop!” she begged, her voice breaking.

”Ahh! Ahh! Hnnn!” Her cries were constant now, a mix of pain and forced pleasure.

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He gave her pain. He gave her a twisted, unwanted pleasure. And he gave her more of himself than she could ever want. It was, in his mind, a masterclass.

His climax built, a tightening coil in his gut. With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he emptied himself inside her. A hot, thick torrent of his cum flooded her depths, and he groaned, his body shuddering atop hers.

”Haah... haah...” he panted, collapsing for a moment before pushing himself up.

He looked at the things he’d preemptively placed on the bedside table. He grabbed a box of tissues and threw it at her.

”Clean your cute little pussy for me,” he ordered, his voice rough but calm.

Defeated and broken, she did as she was told. She took the tissues and wiped between her legs, cleaning his seed from her sore, used opening.

Before she could even finish, Jax grabbed her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, forcing her into a doggystyle position.

”W-wait...” she pleaded weakly.

He ignored her. He positioned himself behind her and pushed back inside her wet, sensitive pussy. She gasped, the intrusion fresh and overwhelming.

His hands gripped her ass cheeks, so tight his fingernails dug half-moons into her pale skin. He set a ruthless pace again, his hips slamming into her.

SMACK!

He brought his hand down hard on her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint.

”Ah!” she yelped.

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SMACK! The other side.

”Nnngh!”

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He was having fun, a dark, perverted kind of fun.

Her struggles were pointless, her cries just background music to his conquest. He was close again, his breathing becoming ragged, his thrusts becoming sloppy and urgent.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the room, sharp and furious.

”What the hell is going on in there, you shithead?!” It was Roxana. Her voice was curious, but heavy with brewing anger.

Jax, who was on the very edge of his climax, breathing heavily, snarled back in a strained voice.

”That’s none of your business! Didn’t I tell you not to interfere with my things, you fat ass? Now go away and let me finish with my research!”

The insult was the final straw. A deafening crash echoed through the room as a powerful kick slammed into the door. The metal dented inward, a perfect imprint of a boot.

”Don’t you dare—” Jax started, but it was too late.

”Aah!” he groaned, his body convulsing as his second orgasm ripped through him, pumping another load of cum inside Zharina just as the door splintered and burst open.

At this moment Roxana broke through.

Roxana stood in the doorway, her eyes wide, taking in the entire scene.