Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

The Queen of Faeloria—Tina woke to the gentle warmth of morning light.

She stretched languidly beneath the silk sheets. Her hand reached toward the window. Fingers curling around the velvet curtains.

She pulled them open.

And there he was.

Jax's face pressed against the bars of her window. Fingers gripping the iron like a man possessed. Eyes burning with determination.

She slammed the window shut.

"My Queen!"

His muffled voice came through the glass.

"Accept me! I know you want it! I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me!"

Silence from inside.

"My magic wand will change EVERYTHING! One night with me and you'll be drafting divorce papers before sunrise! Your crybaby husband doesn't deserve you! Let me show you what a REAL man—"

Tina didn't respond.

She just smiled.

She was used to this now.

Her mind drifted to yesterday. The relentless pursuit. The shameless advances.

She had caught him climbing the palace pillars at midnight. Scaling the walls like some deranged spider. Only to find her window locked.

She had heard him knocking on her chamber door at dawn. Pretending to be a servant delivering breakfast.

She had seen his expressions in the throne room. The subtle glances. The knowing smirks. Every look communicating one thing.

'I want you.'

'Who IS this kid?'

The question haunted her.

Why did he act like his life meant nothing? Why did he insult the King without fear? Why did he play with royalty like they were toys?

He had broken her husband. Humiliated him. Made the King of Faeloria weep like a child.

And then there was the other matter.

Her mother-in-law.

Tina didn't know the details. Didn't want to know. But she had seen the aftermath. The knowing looks. The awkward silences.

This boy had done... something... to the former Queen.

And now he was targeting her.

'Is he actually this perverted? Or is it all an act?'

Watching him, she couldn't tell.

On the surface—pure degeneracy.

But beneath that? Something else. Something hidden. Something calculating.

'Who are you really, Jax?'

She shook her head.

'But I admit... he's entertaining.'

She caught herself.

'ENTERTAINING?! Tina, think about your husband! The man is traumatized! And you find his tormentor ENTERTAINING?!'

She pressed her palm against her forehead.

'What is wrong with me?'

Meanwhile, Jax trudged back toward his guest quarters.

Shoulders slumped. Head bowed. The picture of defeat.

'Damn it. I thought I was close this time.'

His effort. Half of the day of climbing, begging, and making a complete fool of himself.

And still, she wouldn't surrender.

Tina thought he was faking. Playing some elaborate game.

But the truth?

His eyes had been locked onto her pussy with the desperation of a starving man staring at a feast.

He needed Devotion Points.

Just 204 more.

204 measly points to reach his target affinity.

His current count: 796 DP.

He had gained a record-shattering 365 points from the King's mother. The highest single-encounter haul in his entire professional lewd career.

But it wasn't enough.

'I could just fuck grandma again...'

The thought died immediately.

No. Absolutely not.

He had been hiding from her since yesterday.

The woman was insatiable. He could see her advances. The hunger in her eyes. The way she "accidentally" appeared wherever he went.

If she caught him now without his elixir potion, without a rested body she would devour him completely.

He shuddered at the memory of last night.

She had walked into his room unannounced. Wearing nothing but a silk robe. Eyes gleaming with predatory intent.

Jax had jumped out the window.

Literally jumped. Three stories down. Rolled across the garden. Sprinted to Seraphina's room and hid there for hours.

'That woman is a monster.'

He sighed.

'But soon, grandma. Soon. Once my beast has recovered. Once my elixir cooldown resets.'

A dark smile spread across his face.

'Then I'll give the entire kingdom a show they'll never forget with you. I'll line up every elf in Faeloria. Make them watch. Make them applaud. And when I'm done—'

His imagination ran wild.

'—I'll charge admission. Sell tickets to witness my legendary performance. Make these pointy-eared bastards PAY for the privilege of seeing my magnificent cock in action.'

His dark fantasy shattered.

Because walking toward him, down the opposite end of the hallway, was the nightmare herself.

The King's mother.

Eyes locked onto him. Hips swaying with purpose. Lips curved into a knowing smile.

'SHIT.'

Jax spun around and sprinted.

His legs pumped. His heart raced. He spotted a door at the end of the hall.

Astrid's room.

He crashed through without knocking. Slammed it shut. Engaged the lock.

'Safe. I'm safe. But if she checks here—'

He needed to hide.

His eyes scanned the room. Living area. Clear. Bathroom door. Open. Steam still lingering.

'The bedroom.'

He dashed inside.

And collided with something soft.

THUMP.

A yelp. A stumble.

Then he looked down.

Astrid stood before him. Hand rubbing her head where they'd collided. Fresh from the bath.

Her robe had fallen to the floor.

She was completely naked.

Water droplets still clung to her skin. Her hair was damp. Her body was exposed in its entirety.

Her eyes met his.

Her expression cycled through five emotions in two seconds.

Confusion. Recognition. Realization. Horror.

And finally—the inhale before a scream.

'NO. If she screams, GRANDMA will hear. Grandma will come. Grandma will see me in here with a naked student. And THAT will be added to my punishment list.'

Jax moved on pure instinct.

He lunged forward. His hand clamped over her mouth. His momentum carried them both backward.

They crashed onto the bed.

Him on top. Her beneath. His body pressing against her naked form.

She thrashed. Kicked. Tried to punch. But his weight pinned her down. Her muffled protests vibrated against his palm.

And through all this chaos, Jax's traitorous brain began cataloging what he was feeling.

Her breasts pressed against his chest.

Not loose like the horny grandmother outside. Not massive like Katherine or Adelina.

These were perfect. Tight. Perky. The kind that fit perfectly in your palm.