Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 114: Chapter 114 : Pleasure Delievered

Roxana stood frozen at the shattered entrance, her brain struggling to process the scene before her.

It was a monument to raw, unfiltered lust. The side view was perfectly clear: Jax, on his knees, driving into a figure she recognized with a jolt—Professor Zharina. And from the point where their bodies joined, a thick, white drop of cum dripped onto the floor. Then another, smaller one.

Her mind went blank. Confusion, terror, and a hot, unwelcome blush painted her face.

Zharina’s eyes met hers for a split second, a wave of pure shame flashing across her face before she desperately looked away.

Meanwhile, Jax was boiling over.

”You chubby little bitch,” he snarled, his voice a low growl. ”I told you not to enter.”

Roxana’s mouth opened, but only a stammer came out. ”But—”

”But what?” Jax cut her off, his words like whips. ”How many times will you interfere in my life? You not only embarrassed me in front of my guest and blew up my damn house, but you also disturbed our loving night. You’re a walking disaster.”

She couldn’t form a single word in her defense.

Jax added, the cruelty in his voice sharp and precise, ”You know what? Everything you ever said about yourself before—being useless, a disappointment it’s all true. Sorry for boosting you before sorry for those lies, but you really are a useless princess. Now get the fuck out of here before I murder that disappointment for the queen of whatever backwater kingdom you belong to.”

The insults hit her like physical blows. She felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly drowned by anger. Her eyes, against her will, scanned Jax’s body.

His cock, a full nine inches, swung with every angry word, glistening and formidable. Then she looked at Zharina, who had collapsed from her doggy pose onto her knees. The professor’s face was a mess—a canvas of pleasure and pain, like she’d been wrestling a beast, not a man.

The evidence was everywhere. Her lips were swollen and red, the lower one tinged with blood from being bitten. Her neck was a landscape of fresh, dark hickeys that looked more like animal bites than love marks. Every inch of her pale skin bore the faint, telling evidence of spanks and gripping hands.

Roxana gulped. The wildness of it was both terrifying and... intriguing.

But then her mind replayed the insults. The rage returned. She wanted to lash out, to beat him right there, but a deep, primal intuition screamed at her to retreat. Now was not the time.

Jax didn’t let up. ”At least have the decency to say sorry and fuck off,” he hissed.

He kicked the floor in a final burst of frustration, the sound echoing in the ruined room, and turned his back on her.

”As you’ve destroyed the door,” he said without looking back, ”the least you can do for the professor you’re assigned to is make sure no one comes near this hallway. Now get to work.”

Roxana turned, a retort on her lips, but swallowed it. She cast one last, wide-eyed look at the scene and then fled.

The moment she was gone, Jax’s demeanor shifted. The anger melted from his face, replaced by a dark, smirking smile as he turned to Zharina.

”Sorry for the interruption,” he said, his voice dropping to a predatory purr. ”But I’ll make up for it.”

What followed was the total wreckage of her pussy.

He helped her stand, only to slam her body against the nearest wall. He spat into his palm, slicking his already lubricated dick—a mix of saliva, her juices, and his own cum—making the passage easy. He drove into her from behind in the same pose, the impact making Zharina bite her already bloody lip to stifle a scream.

”Ahhh! Nngh!”

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The wreckage continued. His hips pistoned against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh a steady, wet rhythm.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

He gripped her hips, his fingers leaving fresh marks on her pale skin as he pulled her onto him with every thrust, going deeper, harder.

”Tssk... so tight,” he groaned into her ear. ”Even after all that.”

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He felt her walls clenching around him, a spasm of pleasure-pain that made his eyes roll back. He drove into her relentlessly, until he felt the familiar coil of heat in his gut. With a final, deep grind, he spilled inside her with a guttural groan, his body shuddering against her back.

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After a moment, he pulled out, fetched a tissue box, and cleaned her messily, then kissed her bloody lips for the thousandth time.

”That fatty interrupted our doggystyle,” he muttered, his breath hot on her skin. ”I didn’t enjoy the climax. Mind if we do that again?”

He asked as if her answer mattered. She remained silent, her body trembling.

”Good,” Jax said.

He adjusted her again, bending her over, presenting her ass to him. He took a moment to admire the view, her reddened, well-used pussy and the dark bruises blooming on her thighs.

This time, he was rougher. He entered her with one brutal thrust, drawing a sharp cry from Zharina.

”Ahh! Please... stop...”

”Ohh... too much... Jax!”

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He stopped for a second, his hips freezing. But then he looked down. His body had halted, but his dick was slowly being pushed out. It wasn’t him. Zharina’s hips were moving, a subtle, involuntary rocking, pushing back against him, taking him deeper.

Jax smiled. ’She is enjoying it. She just doesn’t want to admit it.’

He forgot everything else. He fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her head back, and rested his forehead against her sweaty back. The fucking resumed with renewed vigor.

He pounded into her, the lewd sounds of their coupling filling the room, until he felt his climax building again. On a whim, he pulled out at the last second and aimed his release at her ass, painting her skin with hot streaks of cum. He wanted to explore, to mark every part of her.

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He felt a drain. Three rounds. It was his peak without his elixir. But he wasn’t done.

’Pss... time for a refill.’

He pulled a small bottle—a Stamina Elixir from his invisible inventory. He drank it in one gulp, a wave of fresh energy instantly coursing through his veins. He was ready for more.

He helped a trembling Zharina to her feet. She could barely stand. Jax laid back on the bed and pulled her on top of him, maneuvering her so she was straddling his thighs, his cock positioned at her slick entrance.

”Your turn to do some work, professor,” he teased.

He guided his tip, then forced his way inside with a grunt. It took more effort this time; he was lying down, and she was just a dead weight on top of him, putting in no effort.

”Clench... come on, work with me,” he grunted, thrusting upwards.

But soon, her body took over. A switch flipped.

She began to move, her hips rising and falling with a building, desperate speed. Her face, once pained, was now blushing, her expression one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

The slapping sounds of her hips against his thighs and balls grew louder, a frantic rhythm.

Slap. Slap. Squish.

Jax, who had been watching her body, finally met her gaze.

”You horny dragon,” he said, a darkly amused smirk on his face. ”Look how much you’re enjoying this.”

He gestured to her frantic movements. She stopped instantly, mortified.

”Come on, don’t be embarrassed. It’s fine,” he said.

He sat up, his cock still buried deep inside her, and hugged her tight against his chest.

Then he took over, bouncing her on his lap, controlling the pace, driving up into her until he came with a final, powerful shudder, filling her pussy once more.

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She was shaking uncontrollably. Jax gently rubbed her swollen, well-used pussy, as if his hand could somehow heal the damage he had caused.

”Please, Jax,” she whispered, tears in her eyes. ”Let’s end it here. I can’t do more.”

Jax saw the genuine exhaustion and pain in her tear-filled eyes. He was spent, too, even with the elixir. He sighed, the fight finally leaving him.

”Fine,” he relented. ”I’ll stop here.”

Zharina looked immensely relieved. Jax collapsed onto the bed. ”Rest for now. I’ll tell my driver to drop you off early in the morning so you can prepare for the academy at your own house.”

She didn’t listen. She got up, wincing with every movement, and collected her shredded clothes. Without looking at him, she said, ”I am leaving. Remember your promise.”

”I will,” Jax said. ”But wait, don’t be stubborn. You can go—”

”I can’t,” she interrupted sharply. ”Not here.”

”Fine,” Jax conceded, getting up. ”At least let me fetch some clothes for you.”

Zharina stopped, her silence implying agreement.

Jax walked swiftly out of the destroyed doorway, his mind already moving to the next task. But he stopped dead. There, just outside, was Roxana.

Her back was to him, her shoulders tense. One hand was shoved down her pants, her body trembling slightly. She’d been masturbating, listening to their entire performance.

She sensed his presence and panicked, yanking her hand out and whipping around to face him, her eyes wide with fear and shame.

Jax’s anger flared, a hot spike of pure rage. But he didn’t show it. His face became a cold, neutral mask.

”Roxana,” he shouted as if he was calling her from very far. ”Wherever you are, bring me a fresh pair of clothes that can fit our guest.”

He acted as if he had seen nothing. And Roxana knew, with a sinking certainty, that he was letting it slide just for this moment. He would come back to haunt her for this. She could feel the promise of future retribution in his cold, dismissive gaze.

Without a word, she turned and slowly crept away to fetch the clothes, making sure her footsteps made no sound.