Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Beneath the floating academy, the world drowned in blood and fire.

Villages burned to ash. Kingdoms crumbled. Nations tore themselves apart in endless, senseless war.

Champions from other worlds carved through the continent like butchers through meat. They conquered cities for sport. They enslaved armies for resources. They claimed territories like children collecting toys.

This wasn't heroism. This was divine entertainment. A sick game where gods placed their bets and mortals paid the price in corpses.

And the scoreboard kept climbing.

At now the gates of Veldora, an army made their final stand.

Soldiers lined the massive stone walls, hands trembling on their weapons. Archers nocked arrows, knowing death marched toward them. Cannons were loaded, aimed, ready to spit fire and fury at the approaching nightmare.

One hundred champions from the same world advanced in perfect formation. Men and women from another world, their eyes burning with purpose that transcended sanity.

The commander's voice cracked: "FIRE!"

Arrows blackened the sky, thousands upon thousands raining down like death itself.

Most shattered against glowing magical barriers. Some pierced flesh, but the wounded kept marching. Only the weakest among them fell.

Because for champions, death here was temporary. A minor inconvenience. They'd only be eliminated in this world and respawn to theirs.

Their lives weren't at stake—only their rewards. Only their pride. Only the favor of their gods.

The only reason of this chaos was the reward--actually whatever it was.

So fear held no power over them.

One champion stepped forward—a woman whose hair burned like actual flames, whose eyes glowed like molten gold. She raised both hands skyward. Mana condensed above her palms, compressing, solidifying into a spear of pure destruction twenty feet long.

She smiled.

Then hurled it with devastating force.

BOOM!

The spear didn't just hit the wall—it erased it. The entire top section exploded into dust and rubble. Archers vanished in the blast. Cannons tumbled backward, crushing dozens of soldiers beneath tons of iron.

Screams filled the air. Blood painted the stone.

The champions surged forward like a tide of violence.

This chaos. This slaughter. This apocalypse.

One hundred champions from one world.

Thousands more scattered across the continents below, all fighting, all conquering, all desperate to win.

All except one.

The strongest champion wasn't leading armies.

He was in his bedroom, fluffing pillows.

Jax smoothed the final corner of his bedsheet with unnecessary precision.

"Perfect."

The room looked like a seduction manual come to life. Candles positioned strategically to cast flattering shadows. Fresh flowers in a vase because apparently that mattered. Pillows arranged in a way that somehow looked both casual and intentional.

Everything ready for conquest of a different kind.

"Zharina," he murmured, adjusting a candle. "Don't keep me waiting too long, you beautiful, stubborn lizard."

He summoned his system interface. The blue screen materialized, casting its glow across his face.

[ULTIMATE QUEST: THE GRAND TOUR]

[TIME LIMIT: 1 YEAR]

[OBJECTIVE: ACHIEVE INTIMACY WITH ONE MEMBER OF EACH LISTED RACE]

[PROGRESS:]

Human: 3/1 ✓

Dwarf: 4/1 ✓

Elf: 0/1

Vampire: 0/1

Dragonkin: 0/1

Catfolk: 1/1 ✓

Wolfkin: 0/1

Orc: 0/1

Demon: 0/1

Celestial: 0/1

[REWARD: DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL UNLOCKED - ACCESS TO OTHER WORLDS IN SYSTEM DATABASE]

His eyes lingered on "Dragonkin: 0/1."

'Not for much longer.'

He dismissed the screen and let his mind drift to earlier that evening.

[Earlier That Evening]

Jax had found Zharina in the training yard, supervising cleanup crews. She looked exhausted—hair slightly disheveled, uniform wrinkled, pride still bruised from earlier humiliations.

"Professor Zharina."

She turned, and her expression immediately soured. "What do you want, Rayne?"

He walked toward her casually, pulling a folded paper from his pocket. The address Lysandra had given him not that he actually needed it. He had terrible memory for this type of information; he'd probably forget it by tomorrow anyway.

"My address." He held out the paper. "Be there tonight. Nine o'clock sharp."

Zharina stared at the paper like it was covered in plague.

Then she laughed.

It started as a chuckle, then built into full, mocking laughter that echoed across the empty training yard.

"You—" She could barely speak through the laughter. "You actually think I'll show up? That I'll let you touch me?" She wiped tears from her eyes. "How utterly delusional."

Jax said nothing. Just held the paper.

Zharina's laughter subsided into a sharp, predatory smile.

"Tell me, Professor Rayne. When exactly did we place this bet? Because I don't remember making any official wager." Her eyes gleamed with victory. "Does anyone know about it? Any witnesses? Any proof?"

Jax's smile twitched. Just slightly.

'Sneaky bitch.'

But outwardly, he nodded slowly. 'She is right. I was a fool to assume this world operated like Aeroria's betting system, where wagers are the only things."

"Foolish indeed," Zharina said smugly, crossing her arms.

Jax turned his back to her, taking a few steps away.

Then stopped.

"Keep that address safe though. You'll need it tonight."

"And why would I—"

"Don't think I don't account for possibilities, Zharina." He glanced over his shoulder. "What if rumors started spreading? About how you bet your body on today's student fight? And what if people wanted to verify those rumors with the winner rather than the loser? And what if I confirmed every delicious detail?"

She laughed again, but this time it sounded forced. "Rumors? That's your grand plan? Rumors are just noise. Gossip. No one believes that garbage without proof."

"True," Jax agreed amiably. "But what if these rumors came from students? From royalty who happened to overhear our conversation? Not lies just things they genuinely heard. Because I'm quite sure a few people were within earshot earlier."

Zharina trembled. Just slightly. But she caught herself quickly.

"You're bluffing. I'm confident of that. Your empty threats won't work on me."

Jax's smile turned cold.

"You're forgetting something important, Professor. Walls have ears. And those ears will destroy your reputation—if you have any left."

He walked away casually, hands in his pockets.

"Today is your last chance for redemption. If rumors spread as I described, I can shut them down. But only if you cooperate." He didn't look back. "If not? Well, you're in for a very uncomfortable time."

He was gone.

Zharina stood frozen for a full minute, watching his retreating form.

'He's lying. He has to be lying.'

But doubt crept in like poison.

Zharina made her way toward the staff room, trying to convince herself it was all bluff.

Until a young student came running up to her, out of breath.

"Professor! Professor Zharina!"

She stopped. "What is it?"

"There's some really weird rumors going around about you!"

Zharina forced a smile. 'So, Professor Rayne, you think spreading rumors without proof will intimidate me?'

"What kind of rumors?" she asked calmly.

The boy shifted nervously. "Princess Seris was telling people that she overheard a conversation between you and Professor Rayne. She said you made a bet on today's student fight. That you bet your body. That if you lost, you'd do whatever Professor Rayne wanted. And that you lost."

The world stopped.

Zharina couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The words hit her like physical blows.

'Seris heard? How? We were alone in the training yard. Unless...'

The observation tower. The windows had been open.

'Fuck.'

The boy continued, oblivious to her internal collapse. "But that's not true, right? Princess Seris must have misunderstood—"

"Leave," Zharina whispered.

"Professor?"

"Leave. Now."

The boy scrambled away.

Zharina stood there, trembling, her mind racing in panicked circles.

She stumbled through the hallways in a daze until she found herself standing outside one of the training labs. The door was closed, but voices echoed clearly from inside.

Two Male voices. Excited. Crude.

"—can't believe it's actually true!"

"I know, right? Professor Zharina bet her own body and lost!"

"That new professor, Rayne—he's going to have such a blessed night. Did you see her body? Those hips? That ass?"

Laughter. Loud, mocking laughter.

"Lucky bastard gets to claim a dragonkin professor. I'd give anything to—"

Zharina's vision blurred.

Her knees gave out.

She collapsed against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest.

Tears streamed down her face.

'Three times. In just a few days, Jax has defeated me three times.'

The humiliation crashed over her in waves.

Inside the lab, the conversation continued.

"—wonder if she'll actually show up tonight—"

Then suddenly: silence.

A pause.

Then confusion from inside -- The boy was totally confused of what just happened

"Wait... what the fuck?"

The voice was alone now. No group. Just one bewildered student.

"How did I... why am I in the lab? I was in my dorm. What the hell?"

Footsteps stumbled toward the door. It opened. A boy emerged, clutching his head, looking completely disoriented.

He glanced down at Zharina sitting there crying, looked even more confused, and hurried away.

Zharina didn't move. Couldn't move.

The tears kept coming.

At that exact moment, in his office across campus, Jax sat in his chair.

His eyes glowed faintly purple.

Then faded back to normal.

He leaned back with a satisfied grin.

"Bitch. For every humiliation you put me through, I'll show you exactly how rough I can be."

He'd used his ability soul thief, just enough to make a student walk to that lab, speak both sides of a conversation, create the perfect scene for Zharina to overhear.

Timed perfectly.

Not just that but the boy from before was also possessed by Jax to tell her fake things. No one heard their conversation it was just a flawless trick of Jax.

Executed flawlessly.

'Three victories, Zharina. Tonight makes four.'

[Present]

Jax stood in his bedroom, making final adjustments to a candle, lost in lustful anticipation.

Footsteps approached from the stairs.

A polite knock on his door.

"Professor Rayne," Rudiger's voice called. "You have a visitor."

Jax's smile widened into something predatory and triumphant.

"Professor Zharina has arrived, sir. She's waiting downstairs."

Jax turned toward the door, eyes gleaming in the candlelight like a wolf who'd just cornered his prey.

"Send her up."