Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Jax lay on the bed, one arm folded behind his head as a pillow, his gaze fixed on the entrance.

Waiting.

Waiting for yet another thrill.

The door opened. Rudiger appeared first gesturing politely for the guest to enter. Then he stepped aside and quietly left while closing the door behind him.

A figure entered.

Her hair was a cascade of deep burgundy, so dark it was almost black, but it caught the light in streaks of rich wine-red.

It fell straight and heavy, framing a face with sharp, elegant features. Her eyes were a piercing, molten gold, their usual predatory sharpness now clouded with a storm of fear and defiance.

A delicate tracing of crimson scales graced the high line of her cheekbones, traveled down the slender column of her neck, and dusted the backs of her hands, gleaming like polished gemstones under the room's lights.

She wore a simple, high-collared dress of deep emerald green, its fabric modest and unadorned, falling to her knees without hinting at the curves beneath. It was a deliberate choice, an armor of normalcy against the situation.

Zharina.

'LOL she wants to hide behind this, how stupid and cute'

Jax watched her approach. Every step was trembling. Panicked. Her scaled hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. She stopped halfway across the room, her mouth opening and closing, utterly confused on how to begin.

But before she could, Jax stood from the bed smoothly. He walked toward her.

Zharina stiffened. Utterly helpless. Trapped.

He got close.

Then walked right past her, circling her like a shark.

He leaned in, his nose almost brushing her hair, and inhaled deeply.

Sniff.

"You came prepared," he said, his voice a low murmur as he moved to the door. The lock clicked with a final hiss. "All that perfume. Lavender and fear. I'm guessing you took a full bath, too? Trying to please me?"

Zharina's voice came out sharp, a blade of anger trying to hide her panic. "Why would I do that to just meet a filthy brat?"

Jax turned, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "Pss. Even better. First, the same attitude I thought I might have broken." He walked back toward her, his steps slow and deliberate. "And then the natural smell you got beneath all that soap… it would be really fun, Professor."

Hearing that, something in her broke. Her eyes welled up with tears that refused to fall, glistening in her golden irises.

She looked directly into his eyes with whatever dignity she had left.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Her voice cracked. "Just why are you stuck to me? To humiliate me from the start? Is this some sort of revenge? Did I do something wrong in the past with you or your family?" She took a shaky breath. "But please… you have already won. I accept my defeat. I can't go more far than this. Please… leave me."

Jax just smiled. He brought his hand forward and gently adjusted her head that she had lowered a moment ago then forced her gaze back to his.

"Listen, Zharina. I don't hold a grudge against you. I don't know you from the past."

She cut in, "Then why—"

"Because you crossed my path," he stated, his voice cold and logical. "Multiple times. You hurt my ego more than two times. And trust me, the ones who dared to do so for once really regret their decisions. And you crossed that limit three times."

He then sat on the bed like a king settling onto his throne.

"First, you pissed me off in the trial. Then in front of the class. And the most annoying was you laughing at me. What did you call me? Foolish? Delusional?" His eyes glinted with dark amusement. "You know I am a type of maniac who takes ten times the revenge and counts it one. And you dared to pinch that guy. And look at you now… where you stand."

He gestured around the room, at her.

"And mercy? You want mercy for what? You committed the greatest sin in the Jax bible that I have already told you. And the punishment for that is just simple: worship almighty Jax, worship almighty Jax's third leg . Embrace it. Give him what he wants. Redeem yourself, Zharina. That's all to have mercy."

His smile was a predator's show of teeth.

"And trust me, those tears, those eyes, the broke soul of yours… they won't work on me. You aren't someone I liked, excluding your beauty. Or we can say, my lust for your body. Which can be this one night only, or maybe more if I like your little… no, long performance."

She wiped her tears roughly, hearing the lustful monster. His words fueled her anger more than her fear. She cursed him. "I won't leave you! I swear I will make you pay for whatever you did and whatever you will do!"

But before she could say more, Jax grabbed her wrist and pulled.

She had strength. Instead of slamming onto the bed, she stood still, just touching the edge, looking at him with confused and enraged eyes.

Jax, who had put all his strength into that push was now standing on the bed, looking down at her, momentarily pissed. 'Tssk. Strong.'

Then he grabbed her hair and yanked her back of the head down as he pulled the hairs to make her face tilted up toward him. His angry eyes shifted back to a calm and cruel smile.

"You know what? It hasn't been two months since I heard the same line in the same situation. There was a girl who said the same thing. And worse, she tried and fell into a deeper well." He chuckled. "And guess what? That hatred pulled her mother in too. Into the bed. with me"

He thought about Jennifer a good woman he had gotten from the route of that bitch Zinnia. 'A good asset. A lovable person.'

Maybe fate was just granting him another happiness. A greater one.

So therefore, his stupid ass didn't hesitate.

He said, "Just as I said, that girl pulled her mother into it. So maybe there would be a chance you do the same." His grin turned wicked. "So can you describe your mother? Before that case happens."

Zharina hissed, her golden eyes blazing with pure, undiluted hatred. "Take this you fucker!"

A punch which was fueled by all her hatred and strength was coming for his gut.

He just adjusted his stomach, the fist grazing past him. 'Pathetic.'

His grip on her hair tightened painfully. His other hand came down which made an instant effect - a sharp slap across her cheek. The sound cracked through the room.

"Every single tantrum you throw," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Every single resistance you show, will ruin you more tomorrow. So control your actions. Give your body to me. Follow my orders. And every misery will be gone for you. I will make sure of it. And we can start a new from there."

He leaned closer and his breath ghosting over her face.

"Yeah, you can plot behind me. I don't care. As I know you will be the one regretting."

Zharina's face was tilted toward him, her mouth open in pain and shock.

He smiled.

Then he moved.

His lips crushed against hers.

Muah.

Zharina froze, her entire body rigid. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming it. It was not a kiss; it was a conquest.

'Slurp… damn, she tastes of mint and defiance. Interesting.'

Zharina wanted to protest. Her hands flew up in instinct to beat him, to push this monster away.

But then she thought of his words, his warnings. She had crossed a path with the devil himself.

One more move against him, and she knew what the next day would look like. She picturized the hell this MF can create for her.

She haven't known him much but for this few moments she was sure he was someone to not piss.

So she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her scaled palms, and stood there. Utterly helpless.

After a long minute of Jax dominating her mouth, he broke free. Saliva dripped from his lips. Zharina gasped turning away with a cough.

"Even your mouth felt sweet," Jax said, breathing heavily. "Zharina, your body is a complete opposite of your demeanor."

He grabbed her hand, then looked at her palm. The crimson scales were smooth and warm.

He brought it to his lips and his tongue slid out, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger. Lick.

"Ahhh," he groaned, a sound of genuine pleasure. "These scales are just as I imagined. Not like some sandpaper, but more gentle and soft than that."

He grinned, his eyes locking with hers, which were wide with a mix of horror and furious shame.

"I am looking forward to your hand jobs. And also your performance in the next steps... for this whole night".