Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Jax was sitting in the auditorium.

In the student section.

He didn't do it on purpose. His brain simply wasn't braining today.

The reality of his situation had finally sunk in. He would have to babysit four students.

Four. Not one. Not two. Four entire beings who would have their own tantrums, their own egos, their own bullshit like:

'We won't accept your orders!'

'You're the same age as us!'

'Who do you think you are?'

He could already hear the complaints. The whining. The inevitable power struggle that would waste days of his precious time.

It would take effort to show them their place. Break their spirits. Establish dominance.

And honestly? He was tired of these things.

He had even asked Lysandra for another assistant. A temporary replacement for Roxana.

That bitch had smiled.

"It will be a good test for you, Professor. Handling students independently builds character."

Jax had stared at her.

'I will fuck her right here. Pin her on that desk. Make her scream my name until she forgets her own.'

His mind wandered further.

'Do we have any orc professors for me to possess? Or even orc students? Someone with equipment large enough to tear a woman apart from below?'

Back at the Auditorium,

He looked around the auditorium.

Every seat was filled. Students surrounded him on all sides. The front benches were reserved for teachers where he should have been sitting.

But blending in was easy today.

Everyone had been instructed to wear casual clothes. No academy uniforms.

They would be departing directly from here, and the academy didn't want to attract unwanted attention or suspicion during their missions.

Therefore, Jax was chill.

He was sitting in a manner that could piss off anyone with functioning eyes.

Both his legs were propped up on the armrest of the chair in front of him. Crossed at the ankles. Comfortable as hell.

The student in front reached for his armrest.

His hand touched something.

Shoes.

He looked down. Saw the soles resting where his arm should be.

Anger flared in his eyes.

He shot up from his seat. Spun around. Ready to fight whoever dared disrespect him like this.

And found himself staring at a man.

Jax.

The boy froze.

Jax was wearing a designer half-sleeve shirt. Below were casual shorts. And perched on his nose? Expensive sunglasses.

He lowered those sunglasses slowly. Just enough for his eyes to peek over the rim.

The boy recognized him immediately.

Professor Jax. His class teacher.

The man who had humiliated Draven on his very first day.

'With backing, I'm dead. Without backing, I'm still dead.'

The boy slowly sat back down.

Hissing under his breath.

Jax murmured to himself.

"Good boy."

He adjusted his sunglasses back up.

Every single item he was wearing today was stolen.

The shoes. The shirt. The shorts. The socks. The sunglasses. Even the luggage back in his staff room—stuffed with clothes, accessories and supplies were all stolen.

He had used Soul Thief on some poor guy who owned a clothing store.

Took over his body. Walked around his own shop filling bags with merchandise.

Then walked out the front door like a legitimate customer.

No payment. No receipt. No guilt.

He did it because he was broke. Not a single penny to spend on this stupid adventure.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lysandra's voice.

She had begun her speech. Explaining the assessment.

The same boring explanation. But she was framing it like the students had earned this opportunity. Like this was a test designed specifically for their growth.

'Bullshit.'

The mess the academy should deal with themselves, they were dumping on students. Using young lives as free labor to handle problems they were too lazy or too scared to address.

'Stupid assholes.'

Lysandra droned on.

She explained the types of work they would be dealing with. Complaints from across the world. Letters the academy usually ignored. Things that weren't technically their responsibility.

But now? Now things were different. Every possibility needed to be checked.

Sudden beast appearances. People going missing. New magical signatures detected. Villages reporting strange phenomena.

The usual apocalypse starter pack.

She clarified that specific mission details wouldn't be announced publicly.

Too many ears. Too much risk of information leaking.

Each professor would receive their assignment privately.

"And now," Lysandra announced, "the teams."

Jax's ears perked up.

"Professor Zharina will be assisted by Professor Vale."

"The assigned students are as follows."

Lysandra read from her list.

"Luke Brington."

A boy's name.

"Samuel Kaiser."

Another boy.

"Seris Fal Orenis."

Jax's eye twitched.

"And Draven Drakenveil."

Jax's entire body went rigid.

His feet which was still propped on the armrest ahead started shaking.

Vibrating with barely contained rage. The chair in front rattled. The student gripped his seat in confusion.

Jax's hands found the fabric covering his own armrest.

His fingers dug in.

Tore through.

'That Draven guy. With my Seris.'

His mind spiraled.

'Wait. Lysandra said three boys' names. Three. And one girl.'

His teeth clenched.

'That bitch. What is she doing? Putting Seris in a group full of boys? Is this a mission or a fantasy for boys?'

More thoughts flooded in. Each worse than the last.

'What if they share tents? What if Draven tries something? What if—'

His hand moved without thinking.

It landed on something soft.

Warm.

He turned his head slightly, mouth already running.

"Do you know any student or teacher; anyone in this academy who's an orc? Or some species that can tear apart a woman from below? Asking for research purposes."

Then he saw who he was touching.

An elf.

Pointed ears. Delicate features. Silver-blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. Eyes that held centuries of elven superiority.

She was hissing.

Staring at where his hand rested on hers.

Jax recognized her. Not her name. But her face. The elf girl from his class. Always sitting in the back. The Prettiest one.

The entire auditorium had gone quiet.

Because she had stood up.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, FILTHY HUMAN!"

Her voice echoed across every wall. Every corner. Every ear.

All eyes turned toward them.

Hundreds of students. Dozens of professors.

All staring at Jax.

He glanced toward the front.

Lysandra was searching. Scanning the crowd. Trying to locate the source of the disturbance.

'Shit.'

Jax moved instantly.

He grabbed the elf's hand. Pulled her down. Back into her seat.

From Jax's perspective, it was damage control. Deflecting chaos. Avoiding Lysandra's gaze.

From Aeliana's perspective?

He had just answered her question.

'How dare you touch me?'

And his response was to touch her again. Grab her. Force her down.

Like this. Exactly like this. Without hesitation. Without remorse.

Her blood boiled. Magic stirred beneath her skin. She wanted to kill him right here. Incinerate him where he sat.

But Lysandra's voice cut through.

"Moving on."

The headmistress continued reading names. Either she hadn't spotted the culprit, or she had chosen to ignore it.

The assignments continued.

Team after team. Professor after professor. Student after student.

Jax sat in tense silence. The elf beside him radiating murderous intent. The boy in front too scared to even breathe loudly.

One and a half hours passed.

Finally.

"Professor Jax."

He straightened slightly.

"Assisted by: None."

'Of course.'

"Assigned students are as follows."

Lysandra read the names.

"Astrid Ren Aleris."

'Ah.. Not her, What a Great start with a Tantrum throwing spoiled girl.'

"Seraphina Drakenmoor."

'Who?'

"Victor Osmond."

The boy in front of him flinched.

"And Aeliana von Crestia."

The elf beside him stopped breathing.

Silence.

Then two students shot up from their seats simultaneously.

One in front of him. One beside him.

Their voices merged into perfect unison.

"NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING!"

Jax looked at both of them.

The traumatized boy whose armrest he had violated.

The furious elf whose hand he had grabbed.

'Dont tell me--.' Jax thought holding his head.