LEWD SYSTEM: EVERY SCREAM AND MOAN IS EXPC29 : Finish Line Frenzy and Granny's Grip**
Chapter 29: Chapter 29 : Finish Line Frenzy and Granny's Grip**
They were on the verge of victory no team were even in there sight but Ava's hand didn't stop. Her fingers slipped past Jax's pant zip, tugging it down with a sharp zip.
Jax's eyes widened. "Wait, Ava! This isn't the time. I promise, whenever you want—"
She cut him off, her voice husky over the vibrations. "But I want right now."
Her gaze locked on his cock as it sprang free, thick and veined, seven inches pulsing in the dim glow. She licked her lips. "That's insane. Way bigger than those guys my aunt forced me to fuck as a 'learning experience.' Pathetic twigs compared to this."
Jax gripped the steering wheel tighter, legs locked on the pedals. The track rushed by, finish line meters away. He sighed, glancing at the standings. 'We've already won. It's just a formality now. And hey, farming points mid-race? Genius move. Let's go with the flow.'
Ava didn't wait. Her mouth descended, taking him whole in one slick plunge.
Gowk.
Her throat tightened around his length, tongue swirling the underside as she bobbed deep.
Slurp. Slurp. Gowk.
Jax's hips bucked involuntarily. "Ahhh... shit." The car's bounce from earlier synced with her rhythm, making every suck jolt through him.
[Devotion Point +2]
Her head moved faster, cheeks hollowing. Saliva dripped down his shaft, pooling at the base. She hummed around him, vibrations shooting straight to his balls.
[Devotion Point +1]
Jax's vision blurred for a second. The crowd's cheers echoed faintly through the comms, but all he felt was her warm, wet mouth devouring him. 'Fuck... this is risky. But damn, the points.'
After a minute, Ava pulled off with a wet *pop*. She gasped, wiping her chin, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I am Bored now."
She shifted in the tight space, yanking her uniform skirt up. Buttons strained as she peeled it off her hips. Her panties followed black lace, soaked through tossed aside like trash.
The car swerved slightly. Jax cursed under his breath. "Ava, the road—"
"Shut up and drive." She swung one leg over his lap, straddling the gear shift. Her face hovered inches from his, blocking half the windshield. Breasts heaved against her half-open top, nipples hard through the fabric.
She gripped his cock, slick from her spit, and lined it up. Her pussy lips parted, dripping hot against his tip. "Ready for the real reward?"
Jax swallowed hard. "Gulp. Ava, we're—"
She sank down. *Shhk.* Her walls clenched tight, velvet heat swallowing him inch by inch. "Ahhh... fuck, you're huge."
Pah. Pah. The car's suspension creaked as she rocked, grinding deep. Her ass bounced on his thighs, pussy squeezing like a vice. Juices slicked his balls, dripping onto the seat.
[Devotion Point +3]
Jax's hands white-knuckled the wheel. The finish line loomed—200 meters out. He thrust up instinctively, hips snapping. "Nngh... tight as hell."
Ava moaned, leaning in. Her breath hot on his neck. "Harder. Make me feel it while you win." She rode him rough, walls fluttering. Breasts pressed against his chest, one hand clawing his shoulder.
Slap. Slap. Squish.
Her clit ground against his base with every drop, sending sparks up her spine. "Ahhh! Yes... right there." Sweat beaded on her skin, uniform top slipping to expose one nipple pink and begging.
[Devotion Point +2]
Jax's mind raced. 'Points pouring in. This system's a beast.' He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her. Her eyes rolled back. "Ohhh... god, Jax!"
She bounced faster, pussy gushing around him. The cockpit filled with wet sounds—slurp of her folds, smack of skin. Her thighs quivered, gripping his sides.
[Devotion Point +4]
Ava's nails dug in. "Deeper... fuck me like you own this race." She clenched deliberately, milking him. Her free hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles.
Thrust. Grind. Slap.
Jax groaned, pedal steady despite the haze. "Ahhh... you're killing me." Her walls pulsed, hot and slick, dragging him toward the edge.
[Devotion Point +3]
The line was 50 meters away. Crowd roar built. Ava's moans turned desperate. "Nngh... so close... cum with me." She slammed down, pussy spasming.
[Devotion Point +5]
Total DP ticked up: 35... 40... 45...
Jax's balls tightened. "Shit... Ava, I'm—"
"Cumming? Do it." She rode harder, breasts jiggling free from her top. Nipples brushed his shirt.
[Devotion Point +2]
[Devotion Point +3]
The HUD beeped: Finish imminent. 10 meters.
[Total Devotion Points: 55]
Jax growled. "Fuck... now!"
Ava felt him swell. She lifted off with a wet schlick, pussy dripping strings onto his lap. "Wait—fill my mouth. All of it."
She dropped to her knees in the footwell, mouth open. Jax's cock erupted. Spurt after spurt hit her tongue thick, hot ropes coating her throat.
Gulp. Gulp.
"Ahhh... hot and sweet. I really liked it." She swallowed, licking her lips clean, eyes locked on his.
Jax panted, zipping up shakily. "You... shouldn't have gone so far. I—"
She cut him off, rising with a smirk. "I can go for far greater lengths for the things I need. The things I like." Her finger traced his jaw. "And Jax? These days, you've gained my attention."
He froze, heart slamming. 'What the hell does that mean?' Her gaze burned—hungry, possessive. No joke in it.
The car crossed the line.
Beep.
Fireworks exploded overhead, colors bursting like stars. Cheers thundered: "Rayne! Rayne!"
Ava straightened her skirt, uniform rumpled but fierce. "Showtime."
They popped the hatch. Cool night air hit them. A mob surged reporters with drones, students live-streaming on devices. Flashes blinded.
Ava was thought to be real star of the race
"Ava! How'd you pull off that bounce trick?"
Ava stepped forward, owning the spotlight. "Team effort. But yeah, we rewrote the rules."
Jax hung back, grinning faintly. Questions flew: race mods, Zinnia's sabotage attempt.
Then: "The bet! Zinnia Reed's slavery day—what's the plan?"
Jax paused. 'When to farm points? I Need it ASAP, but a full day? That's intense and I will need a holiday from academy.' An idea sparked. 'Weekend. Perfect one day for Zinnia, one for her mom. Or same day for both? Let's see.'
A reporter leaned in. "And her mother? Paige Rayne's stake—when do you claim?"
Crowd hushed. Jax shrugged. "Soon. Very soon."
His eyes flicked to Ava. She shone brighter—fans chanting her name, crediting her as the "mastermind engineer." 'They think she's the brain. Smart play.'
Then he spotted it: a white streak on her lower lip. His cum, missed in the rush. 'Shit.' Glancing down, his dick throbbed, tenting his pants. A visible bump. 'Wow... that'd make the greatest interview ever. Or the worst.'
A management guy in a suit pushed through. "Winners! Award ceremony in an few hours—Year 2 will race now, then Year 3. Freshen up meantime."
Jax exhaled. "That's perfect." 'Enough time. Don't want to climb that stage with my dick higher than the trophy. And Ava... forget it for now.'
He slipped away toward the restrooms, weaving through the chaos. Fans slapped his back, but his mind raced. 'Body still buzzing. Points are 55 now I hope shop has something great for me.'
Near the staff wing, he spotted her: an old lady, hunched over a cane. Gray hair in a neat bun, wrinkles mapping a kind face. She teetered at a three-step staircase, handbag slipping from her grip.
Thud.
The bag tumbled down. She wobbled, nearly toppling.
Jax lunged. "Whoa got it!" He snatched the bag, steadying her arm. "Grandma, let me carry that. And help you up?"
She blinked, surprise melting into warmth. "How nice of you, child. God bless you."
He smiled, guiding her step by step. Her hand trembled on his arm—frail, spotted with age. "Where to?"
"The staff lounge. She shuffled, breathing shallow. "You are a student?"
"Yes, ma'am. I am New here—look at my uniform." He held the bag steady.
She chuckled softly. "I see. So you know Morgana? Ah, well—who doesn't? She's the talk of the academy, new or old."
Jax nodded. "Yeah, grandma. she is always the talk of academy."
Her eyes twinkled. "She deserves it. From the start, she was a perfect girl. Perfect in everything." She laughed, a wheezy sound. "I wish my girl every success."
He tilted his head. "My girl?"
She patted his cheek. "Your Professor Morgana... she's my child."
Jax's brain stalled. 'Wait—what?' He froze mid-step.
She didn't notice. "We've reached. Staff Room No. 6." The door loomed, plaque gleaming.
He handed over the bag numbly. She ruffled his hair. "You're a really nice child, Jax. Polite, strong—rare these days. The world's better with boys like you. Keep that heart; it'll carry you far."
She turned, entering with a wave. Door clicked shut.
Jax stood there, warmth blooming. 'What a kind lady. The only sane person in this mad world. Hope everyone's like that.' A small ache tugged—emotional.
He turned back, steps light. But after a few paces: The bag. Still in his hand. 'Shit! Totally forgot to hand it over.'
He spun, jogging back. Door to Staff Room No. 6—unlocked. He pushed it open.
And froze.
The sight hit like a truck.
Four men—naked, sweating, pathetic. One professor he recognized from orientation, face red and slack. Two guards, burly but broken. The fourth? Blurry—some staffer.
They ringed the center like offerings. And there: the grandma. Naked. Wrinkled skin sagging, but eyes fierce as fire. Her pussy and ass stuffed full—cocks buried deep, one in each hole, thrusting weakly.
Schlick. Schlick.
Slow, pitiful pumps.
Her hands jerked the other two—fists flying up and down shafts, veins bulging. Every inch of her body busy, except her mouth but then it went busy...
"You motherfuckers! Can't satisfy a flea with that limp noodle action!" She barked, voice gravelly but booming. Hips bucked back, slamming onto the anal cock harder than he thrust. "Faster, you limp-dicked snails! I could churn butter quicker than you're fucking me!"
The anal guy whimpered. "Ma'am... I am exhausted... please..."
"Exhausted? Pfft! My hip replacement moves more zip than your sorry prick!" She ground down, pussy clenching visibly. "What, you saving energy for knitting? Pound it like you mean it, or I'll shove this cane up your ass and make you dance!"
The room reeked—sweat, musk, desperation. Her breasts flopped with each self-driven bounce, gray nipples hard. "Useless twats! Back in my day, men fucked till dawn without a whine. Now? You're all wet firecrackers—fizzle and flop!"
Jax's bag slipped. Thud.
Her head snapped up. Eyes sharp, wicked locked on him.
His mind still echoing the words he spoke before. 'She is the kindest and nicest person in the world'.
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LEWD SYSTEM: EVERY SCREAM AND MOAN IS EXPC30 : Granny's Vortex -- Cane and Conquer[1]**
Chapter 30: Chapter 30 : Granny's Vortex -- Cane and Conquer[1]**
Lyra's eyes locked on Jax the second the door hissed open. Sharp as tacks under that sweet grandma smile.
She didn't miss a beat—mid-thrust on the two cocks stuffing her from behind, her hands still jerking the other pair like faulty engine parts. "Back so soon, dear boy? With my bag?" Her voice dripped pure honey, warm and inviting, like she was offering fresh-baked cookies.
But the four men in the corner? They huddled like scared puppies after a thunderstorm. Naked. Sweaty. One clutched his pants like it was his last shred of dignity.
Jax stepped in anyway, ignoring the wild scene slapping him in the face. Handed over the bag. "Here, ma'am. It slipped my mind completely." His eyes darted quick—room reeked of sweat and something desperate.
And there: Lyra's floral skirt hiked just enough. No panties in sight. Her pussy and ass? Stuffed full. Two cocks buried deep, pumping slow like old bicycles with flat tires.
Schlick. Schlick.
Her wrinkled hands blurred on the other two shafts, pre-cum slicking her knuckles shiny.
She took the bag. Fingers brushed his. Lingered a touch too long. "Such a gentleman, you are. Always thinking of poor old me." The men whimpered soft. One—the professor from orientation gasped mid-thrust, face turning red. "Ma'am... I can't... keep this up much longer..."
Lyra's head snapped around. "Hush your whining, you limp noodle! Pound harder, or I'll shove this cane up your backside and bounce you around the room like a kid's toy!" She bucked back hard, hips slamming onto the anal cock.
Pah!
The guy yelped, his pace stuttering like a bad engine. "Faster, you lazy slug! Even my morning walk has more kick than this pathetic wiggle!"
Jax froze solid. The bag thudded to the floor. Empty now. 'What the hell? Nicest lady ever? That chat's still bouncing in my head. But this? She's a damn tornado in grandma clothes. Four grown men, and she's bossing them like they're her personal workout dummies?' His throat went bone-dry.
Gulp.
Dick twitched without permission his resolve at zero, body still buzzing from Ava's sloppy reward.
Lyra's gaze slid back to him. Smile stretched wider. Twisted sweet, but wicked underneath. "Well, well. Fresh meat walks right in. Come closer, dear. Granny's got a spot just for you." She shoved the men off casual as tossing wrappers.
Schlick. Plop.
Cocks flopped free, spent and dripping. They tumbled into the corner, collapsing in a heap of pants and groans. One muttered low, "Run while you can, kid. She's the sweetest devil you'll ever meet it all starts with hugs, ends with your soul on a platter."
She stood slow. Cane tapped the floor.
Crack.
Skirt dropped neat, but her blouse? Buttons strained tight over those sagging tits. "Pants off, boy. Granny's feeling a little lonely down there, and only a young spark like yours can fix it right." Her voice flipped—sweet chatter to rough gravel. Eyes burned hungry, but she said it with that same warm tilt, like asking for a hug.
Jax backed up fast. Bumped the desk.
Thud.
Papers flew everywhere. "Ma'am... I... got this ceremony thing. Reporters waiting." But she? Didn't wait. Her hands darted out—grabbed his zipper. Zzzip. Cock sprang free—seven inches thick, veined and ready from Zinnia's quest boost. Still slick from Ava's leftovers. Throbbing hard.
Lyra's laugh rolled out, deep and rattling. "Pss. Would you look at that beast? Bigger than all my old husbands put together and twice as eager to play." She lunged forward. Pinned him flat on the desk.
Creak.
Skirt hiked up quick. No teasing, no prep. She sank down. Shhk. Her pussy swallowed him whole hot and loose from the warmup, but clamping like a warm trap. "Ahhh... there we go. Real fire at last, not those sad little sparks."
Pah. Pah.
She rolled her hips slow and steady. Owned every inch of the pace.
Tits flopped lazy under the blouse, gray nipples poking out like they had a grudge. Jax groaned low. "Nngh... damn, that's tight." But his body? Total wreck. Post-race crash, post-Ava swallow. His thrusts came weak—clumsy little jabs that barely registered.
She yawned big and fake, covering her mouth polite. "Tssk. Feels like humping a pillow in a dream. Harder, you sweet thing, or I'll tie you up and use you as my personal rocking chair!" The men snickered from their heap in the corner. One piped up: "Classic start. Just wait for the spin cycle." Another: "Yeah, next she'll ask for sugar in her coffee while draining you dry."
[+Devotion Point +1]
Jax's arms burned hot already. Five minutes in, sweat poured off him. He pushed up—pah—but she ground down harder, smothering the effort. Blouse popped another button.
One tit spilled free, heavy and swaying. She pinched the nipple herself, twisting light. "Mmm... oh, yawn. My late husband could go longer after a big holiday meal and a nap."
[+Devotion Point +1]
Ten minutes dragged. His legs shook bad. Vision spotted fuzzy.
[Total Devotion Points: 56]
Barely a trickle. Lyra just glowed bored, not even breaking a fresh sweat. "Hand me my tea over there, boy? It perks me up way better than this gentle nudge you're giving."
Laughter bubbled from the corner husks. Jax's chest heaved like bellows. 'Fuck me sideways. Two nuts down already today, and she's treating me like a warm-up stretch. This woman's a black hole with manners.'
Then Ding.
[◈ QUEST ALERT: Conquer Granny ◈]
[Objective: Fuck Granny for 2 hours straight.]
[Side Quest: Make the unbreakable beg for mercy. Reward: Dick Size +1 Inch.]
[Main Reward: Legendary Gacha Spin]
Jax's brain short-circuited. 'Two hours? With my tank on empty? She'd grind me to dust and knit a scarf from the bits. Those four tapped out like pros in a nap contest. Time for a genius hack: shop dive.'
[Shop.]
He scanned fast, eyes locking on the reset.
[Body Reset: Revert to peak fresh state—full recovery, no fatigue carryover. 30 DP.] 'Lets do Quantity two'
[Purchase x2 Confirmed. DP Deducted: 60.]
[Total DP: 0]
Heat flooded in. Muscles unwound loose and springy. Energy hit like a full night's sleep crammed into seconds—raw, buzzing clean. Breath evened out. Eyes sharpened. 'Bankrupted again. But fresh as day one? Game on. She's about to learn.'
Lyra paused her bounce. Brow arched curious. "Oho. Feel that little kick? Finally waking up in there?" Jax's hands snapped to her hips—iron clamp. Flipped her smooth.
Thud.
Desk groaned loud. Now she sprawled flat, legs kicked wide. Wrinkles bunched wild. The men gasped from the corner. "Holy crap... he's actually turning the tables? Oh.. I forgot for a minute who is he up with".
"My turn now, Granny." Jax grinned sharp, all teeth. Slammed back in. Pah! Buried to the hilt. No warm-up. Her gasp cracked real for the first time. "Nngh! Boy, easy—"
Pah-pah-pah!
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LEWD SYSTEM: EVERY SCREAM AND MOAN IS EXPC31 : Granny's Vortex -- Cane and Conquer[2]**
Chapter 31: Chapter 31 : Granny's Vortex -- Cane and Conquer[2]**
He hit that race rhythm—quick and crisp. Balls slapped her ass steady. Slap-slap-slap. Tits jiggled loose and wild. Blouse tore open full.
[+Devotion Point +2]
She grabbed the desk edges tight. Knuckles went white. "Ahh... that's more like it. But I've broken tougher nuts than you." she swung the cane loose from her side.
Swish.
" If you Give up now I'll use this to give your boys a gentle wake-up tap?"
Jax snatched it mid-swing. Twirled it quick like a baton. 'Her toy? Now mine.' Pinned her wrists up high—cane as a bar across them, holding loose but firm.
She tugged testy. Laughed breathy. "Pss. Cheeky little pup. Alright then, show me what you got. Or are you just hot air and no huff?"
He showed her. Thrusts turned brutal. Desk scooted inch by inch.
Creak-creak.
Papers whipped up in a mess. One guy in the corner: "Oh man, incoming break time." Another: "Grab the snacks—this show's heating up." [+Devotion Point +3]
Thirty minutes melted fast. He switched it up: yanked out—schlick—spun her to doggy. Ass up high, cheeks sagged but grabbed solid. Spanked her with the cane tip.
Thwack!
Red line bloomed quick. She yelped sharp. "Ahh! You cheeky brat!" Thwack! Another stripe. [+Devotion Point +2]
Jammed back in. Squish-squish. Pussy leaked slow at first, then gushed unwilling. Moans started climbing. "Ahhh... deeper now, yes... keep it going like that." Bossy hung on: "Don't go soft on me, or it's back to nap time." Jax smirked. Leaned close.
Nipped her earlobe—light graze to firm bite. Nngh. She twitched hard.
[+Devotion Point +3]
Forty minutes in.
He mixed the pain: slow deep grinds, thumb circling her clit—easy loops to quick flicks.
She bucked messy. "Tease me more, you rascal... don't you dare stop." Then he blitzed—hips a blur.
Pah-pah-slap!
Balls smacked wet and loud.
[+Devotion Point +4]
The men cheered quiet from their spot. "Keep at it, kid! She's starting to sweat for real."
Hour mark hit. Lyra flushed deep—real sweat beading. Her grin slipped a hair. "This is fun enough... but I usually wrap up boys like you before lunch." Jax muttered under his breath. "Damn legend." The body reset did its job but granny she was on front seat she wasn't like she will beg in this life, but he triggered the last one fresh.
[Body Reset Activated.]
Fire kicked back in full. He growled low. "Now we play for keeps."
Yanked out sudden—whine slipped from her lips. "Wait just a—" He snagged the cane. Oiled it quick in her own slick. Rubbed it along her pussy lips slow. Her eyes went wide as plates. "You wouldn't even think of—"
Shhk. Cane handle slid in deep.
Slow stretch.
Her walls grabbed greedy.
[+Devotion Point +4]
Gasp broke loud. "Nngh... so full... that cold wood, you sneaky devil..." His smirk stretched. "And we're just getting started."
Lined his cock to her ass ring tight and puckered. Pushed steady. Shhk! Slow burn. Scream tore out. "Ahhhh!!" Inch by inch, both crammed full: cane in pussy, him in ass. The men gawked. One crossed his legs tight. "Holy hell, that's next level."
Jax gripped her hips firm. Pulled back—then slammed.
Pah!
Wood pushed in as his cock pulled out. Reverse rhythm.
Shhk! Pah!
Cries went wild—pain twisted sharp with sparks of heat. "Ahh! Ahh! Way too much, you wild thing!" He picked up speed. Harder. Desk bucked wild.
Thud-thud.
Her cheeks jiggled. Sweat flung light.
[+Devotion Point +5]
[+Devotion Point +4]
She thrashed side to side. Hands broke free—clawed at the air. "Nngh... it hurts bad... ease up a little!" Jax leaned in close. Breath hot on her neck. "Beg me proper." She shook her head stubborn. "No way... screw that..." He sped to vicious.
Twisted the cane deeper. Cock pistoned relentless. Pain carved deep—wrinkles locked tight. Tears pricked her eyes.
[+Devotion Point +3]
"Break for me."
Slam!
"Ahhh!"
[+Devotion Point +4]
Her voice cracked full. "Jax... please, hold on..." He slowed just the tip. Cane stayed buried. "Beg it right." She panted heavy. Body quaked. "Jax... please stop... I beg you... show some mercy!"
Chime.
[◈ Side Quest Complete ◈]
[+Dick Size +1 Inch]
[+Devotion Point +5]
The surge hit quick—her ass clenched down hard. Seven inches swelled to eight. Thicker all around. Stretch kicked up. Scream peaked fresh. "No! Its getting even harder... wait—ahhh!"
His grin turned pure devil. "One down, Granny." Cane out with a clatter—tossed aside. Flipped her to face him.
Legs hooked over his shoulders—folded her tight. Pussy gaped open, marked from the wood. Lined up.
Slam!
New depth hit. Her eyes rolled back. "Ahhhh! Too damn far!"
He railed without pity. Hips a total blur.
Pah-pah-pah!
Balls slapped loud. Squish-wet. Moans shattered loose. "Ahh! Jax... nngh... hitting everywhere!"
[+Devotion Point +4]
The men? Turned full cheer squad. Whispers buzzed: "Kid's building a legend right here."
Hour-fifty crept up. He kept it cruel and varied: pull-out tease. Cock-head smacked her clit light. Slap. She jerked wild. "Yes... no, wait... ahh!" Deep grind then—circles that made her walls flutter.
[+Devotion Point +3]
Her nails dug into his arms deep. "More of that... fuck, go harder already!" Breath hitched short. Her hips faltered—pushing back needy now.
[+Devotion Point +4]
Ninety minutes locked in. Pinned her thighs wider.
Angle turned savage. Thrusts like a hammer. Thud-thud! Tits flew wild—pinched her nipples, twisted gentle.
She arched high. Scream ripped. "Ahhhh! I'm cumming... don't stop, fuck me through it!" Squirt jetted hot—splashed his abs. Drip-drip.
[+Devotion Point +6]
She shook hard. Convulsed full. He pounded right through—her eyes glazed over, begging quiet. "Jax... mercy now... please..." Smirk held. "Hold tight. Not yet."
Clock ticked over two hours. Final stretch: spooned her side-by-side.
Close and tight. One leg hooked high over his arm. Slid in slow—then ramped to fast.
Pah-pah!
Fingers hit her clit—rubbed in a frenzy, flicked to push her over. She shoved back wild. Choked moans spilled. "Nngh... yes, right there... no, too much..."
[+Devotion Point +5]
Sweat stung his eyes. Hers met his—room spun lazy. The reset clung by a thread. He whispered in her ear: "Beg it one more time." Whimper came weak. "Enough already... please... I can't take another second..."
Not quite. He sped to full frenzy. Fingers blurred wild. Cock hammered home. Spasm hit—her walls waved crash. Third gush soaked them both.
[+Devotion Point +5]
She broke complete. Went limp as a rag. Body creaked like old floorboards.
Groan deep and worn. Collapsed forward—face smooshed to the desk. He eased her down soft. Pulled out slow—shhk. Leak trailed messy. Panted ragged. Chest heaved wild.
Two hours: done.
The men went dead quiet. Awe hung thick. Lyra? Total wreck. Breath rasped out. "Devil of a boy... you got me good..."
Blare.
[◈ QUEST COMPLETE: Conquer Granny ◈]
[+Legendary Gacha Spin Issued]
[+Total Devotion Point: 40]
Jax slumped back in the chair. Legs turned to jelly.
Grin cracked wide. 'Whew. Survived the storm. Farmed it all back solid. Worth every drop.' Eyed the points. 'Zero to forty. I managed to claw back almost everything I dumped in.'
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LEWD SYSTEM: EVERY SCREAM AND MOAN IS EXPC32 : Gamer Ruling Another World [1]
Chapter 32: Chapter 32 : Gamer Ruling Another World [1]
The lab smelled wrong. Sweat mixed with something heavier the air filters had not cleared.
Morgana stopped at the doorway. The corridor lights picked up bits of violet in her hair as she looked around. Her amber eyes scanned the room fast, taking everything in.
Four men were pushed into a corner, their clothes rumpled. Papers lay scattered on the floor. The desk sat off balance, one leg scraping the tile. Her mother, Lyra, sat behind it with that practiced sweet smile she always wore.
Everything looked staged. Too neat. Too calm.
Morgana's gaze moved to Jax. He stood near the door, straightening his wrinkled uniform. Sweat made a faint sheen on his forehead. His face stayed steady, almost bored.
'Interesting,' Morgana thought. 'Most students would panic under my scrutiny. He's just... waiting.'
Lyra broke the silence, her voice soft and sugary. "Oh, Morgana dear! This lovely boy helped me with my files. I threw out my back reaching for the top shelf, and he was kind enough to assist."
Morgana glanced at her mother's blouse. Two buttons were misaligned, the hem slightly untucked on one side.
"Mother," she said, her voice cold. "Your blouse is buttoned incorrectly. And why does this room smell like a gymnasium?"
Lyra waved a hand and laughed it off. "Oh, you know how my staff room is. The ventilation system's always been temperamental."
One of the men in the corner, a guard Morgana knew, nodded too fast. "Y-yes, Headmistress. The filters need replacing. We were just discussing it."
Morgana stared at him a moment longer. He flinched.
She turned back to Jax. "And you are?"
"Jax Rayne, Headmistress." He spoke politely, but without being groveling. "I was just helping—"
"I know what you were 'helping' with." Morgana cut him off and stepped into the room. Her heels clicked on the tile in short, controlled steps. "Your name has been called sixty-seven times in the last forty minutes. The award ceremony is waiting. Your partner, Miss Ava, covered for you admirably, but sponsors are asking questions. The academy director is asking questions. And now, I'm asking questions."
Jax met her eyes without blinking. "I apologize for the delay, Headmistress. I didn't realize the time."
"Clearly." Her eyes tightened. "Miss Ava explained that you were approached by engineers. I assume that's the story you'll be sticking with?"
'She knows,' Jax thought, his pulse steady. 'She's not stupid. She knows exactly what happened here. But she's giving me an out. Why?'
He nodded. "Yes, Headmistress. The meeting."
Morgana's mouth tilted just enough to be noticed. Not a smile. Something colder. "How diligent of you. I'm sure the sponsors will appreciate your dedication to thoroughness."
Lyra clapped her hands like it was a small show. "Well, that's settled then! Jax, dear boy, you'd better hurry along. Don't want to keep everyone waiting."
Morgana's look slid to her mother. The air in the room seemed cooler for a beat. "Mother, we'll discuss your 'back problems' later. In private."
Lyra's smile stayed on, but her eyes flickered — a trace of amusement or defiance. "Of course, dear. Whatever you say."
Jax took the hint and started for the door. Morgana called him back before he left.
"Mr. Rayne."
He turned. "Yes, Headmistress?"
She stepped close enough that he could smell her perfume, floral but sharp. Her voice lowered so only he could hear it.
"I don't know what you did in this room. And frankly, I don't care. But understand this: my mother may play her little games, but I see everything that happens in my academy. Everything. If you become a problem, I will handle you personally. Am I clear?"
Jax offered a faint smirk. "Crystal clear, Headmistress."
Her eyes held his one beat longer. Then she stepped back and moved into her official mode. "Good. Now go. Your partner is waiting."
He left.
The corridor was a stream of students heading to the auditorium. Drones hummed overhead, cameras turning to follow people. Jax cut through the crowd, his mind already running through the next moves.
'Morgana knows. She's playing along for now, but she's watching. That makes her dangerous. And Lyra... that woman's a whole different beast. She's not just Morgana's mother. She's something else. Something older, sharper.'
His device buzzed. He checked it.
[Message from Ava: Where the hell are you? Get your ass to the auditorium. NOW.]
He typed back fast: [On my way. Got held up.]
Her reply came right away: [You owe me. Big time.]
He put the device away and moved faster.
The auditorium was chaos. Seats packed with students, cheering and chanting. Holo-screens floated above the stage, looping highlights from the Death Race. Neon sponsor logos pulsed and commentators boomed through the speakers.
Jax slipped through a side entrance to the backstage area. A staffer spotted him and waved.
"Mr. Rayne! Finally! This way, quickly!"
He followed her down a narrow corridor lined with equipment crates and racks. The auditorium noise faded into the hum of generators and the distant clatter of drones.
They stopped at a door marked Winners' Lounge. The staffer pushed it open.
Ava sat on a black couch with her legs crossed and arms folded. Her face said she was annoyed and entertained at once.
"Well, well," she said, standing. "Look who finally decided to show up."
Jax spread his hands. "I got held up."
"Held up? Jax, they called your name so many times I thought the commentators were going to have a stroke. Do you know how many questions I had to deflect? How many times I had to explain that you were 'busy with people'?"
He grinned. "And you did a great job. I heard you were brilliant."
She jabbed a finger at his chest. "Don't try to charm your way out of this. Where the hell were you?"
'Fucking your headmistress's mother while four grown men watched,' he thought. Out loud he said, "100% in a meeting."
Ava's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit. You were doing something else. I can tell."
"Maybe I was."
She searched his face for a beat and then sighed. "You're impossible."
"I know."
Before they could argue, the door slammed open and a production assistant poked her head in. "You're on in two minutes! Let's go!"
Ava grabbed Jax's wrist and pulled him. "Come on. Try not to embarrass us."
They stepped into the wings. Sound hit them—cheers, chants, loud music. Holo-screens showed: TEAM RAYNE-AVA, CHAMPIONS.
The announcer shouted over the noise. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! Please welcome the winners of this year's Death Race Category 1—AVA BENNET AND JAX RAYNE!"
The crowd erupted.
Ava walked on first, confident. Jax followed, relaxed and smiling. Cameras swarmed them, drones closing in.
The trophy sat at center stage, chrome and neon, pulsing blue. The announcer waved toward it.
"Team Rayne-Ava, you've proven yourselves to be not just skilled racers, but innovative engineers and strategic masterminds! Tell us—what was the secret to your victory?"
Ava took the mic without missing a beat. "Teamwork. And a willingness to break the rules everyone thought were unbreakable."
The crowd cheered.
"And Jax," the announcer said, turning to him. "You've been the talk of the academy since the screening match. Now you've added 'champion racer' to your list of achievements. How does it feel?"
Jax stepped up. His smirk grew. "It feels like I'm just getting started."
More cheers. Someone shouted his name and a banner unfurled: JAX THE GENIUS.
The announcer laughed. "Confident words! But let's address the elephant in the room." His tone went sharp. "There's been a lot of chatter about a certain... bet. Between you and Zinnia Reed. Care to comment?"
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Chapter 33: Chapter 33 : Gamer Rules Another World [2]
The room went quiet. Every eye found Jax.
They rolled footage of the screening match—Zinnia's face twisted with anger as she stormed off after losing.
Jax leaned into the mic, calm. "A bet's a bet. Miss Reed knows the terms. I'm sure she'll honor them."
The crowd reacted with a mix of laughter and gasps. Someone whistled.
The announcer pushed. "And when will this... arrangement take place?"
Jax let the moment stretch, then smiled. "Soon. Very soon. But I'm in no rush. Good things take time."
Noise swelled again. Questions and flashes filled the air. In the VIP section above, Paige Rayne watched without showing her feelings. An assistant whispered to her, and she waved him off.
The announcer signaled for quiet. "Well, there you have it, folks! Jax Rayne, ever the enigma! Now, let's present the trophy!"
Ava and Jax stepped up. The pedestal rose with a hiss, lifting the trophy into their hands. It felt heavier than it looked—solid and cold.
The holo-screens flashed CHAMPIONS again.
Ava let go and Jax held the trophy with one hand, steady and casual. He planted the pose like someone used to the spotlight.
It was like he has lifted the trophy more than thousand times
[A/n: He had done more than that]
He was like a lion in the forest.
Confetti popped and neon flakes fell. Music blared and the crowd roared.
Ava leaned close so only he could hear. "You really know how to make a scene, don't you?"
He grinned. "It's a gift."
She shook her head but smiled. "Come on. We've got press to deal with."
They moved off the stage into a swarm of reporters. Questions came fast.
"Jax! How did you come up with the oscillation technique?"
"Ava! Is it true you designed the entire car alone?"
"Jax! What's next for you?"
Ava took the technical hits and explained their strategy with clarity. Reporters lapped it up.
Then one voice cut through, sharp. "Mr. Rayne! About Zinnia Reed—do you have any comments on her current state?"
A woman in a suit held a recorder up. "Her current state?" Jax repeated.
"She hasn't attended any conference since the race. Some students are saying she's... struggling. Do you feel any responsibility for that?"
The crowd waited.
Jax kept his expression neutral. "Miss Reed is a strong competitor. I'm sure she's handling things in her own way. Beyond that, it's not my place to comment."
The reporter pushed further, but Ava stepped up, voice cold. "I think this interview is over. Thank you."
She grabbed Jax's arm and steered him out while security closed ranks. Reporters shouted but security held them off.
Once they were clear Ava exhaled. "That was close. They're trying to paint you as a villain."
Jax shrugged. "Let them. I've been called worse."
"Still." She looked at him like she was weighing something. "You're handling this well. Better than I expected."
"Why? Did you think I'd crack under pressure?"
"No. I just thought you'd be more... I don't know. Cocky? But you're playing it smart. Keeping them guessing."
He smirked. "I told you. I'm just getting started."
They walked out of earshot. Ava lowered her voice. "Jax. About earlier. Where you really were."
He met her eyes. "What about it?"
"I don't care what you were doing. But... be careful. People are watching you now. More than before. And not all of them are friendly."
He nodded. "I know."
"Good." She stopped and faced him. "Because I don't want to lose my partner. Not when we're just getting started."
For a moment the armor slipped and she looked plain and honest. Jax's smirk softened.
"You won't lose me, Ava. I'm not that easy to get rid of."
She held his gaze a beat and then nodded. "Good. Now go get cleaned up. You look like you just ran a marathon."
He laughed. "Fair enough."
As he turned she called after him. "Jax."
He looked back.
"Next time? Don't make me cover for you. I'm not your alibi service."
He answered with a grin. "Noted."
That night Jax crashed onto his dorm bed, worn out. The adrenaline had faded and tiredness hit hard.
His device buzzed. He expected Ava or Kai. The number was unknown.
[Message: Impressive performance tonight. But don't get too comfortable. The real games haven't even started yet. - M.V.]
Jax stared at the screen.
'M.V. Morgana Vexley.'
He typed: [Looking forward to it.]
The reply came right away: [Good. I'd hate for you to be boring.]
He put the device down and stared at the ceiling.
'She's testing me. Watching. Waiting to see what I do next.'
The System interface glowed in the corner, waiting.
[New Notification: Legendary Gacha Spin Available]
He sat up. Tiredness vanished.
'Time to see what I got.'
He focused on the interface. The prompt glowed.
[Legendary Gacha Spin → Activate?]
He tapped.
Light filled the screen. Colors swirled—gold, crimson, electric blue—icons flashing too fast to follow.
Then it stopped. A gift box appeared, wrapped in flames and lightning. It pulsed and then opened.
[Legendary Reward Acquired: Roaring Engine Gift Pack]
Two items appeared, each glowing.
[Reward 1: Stamina Elixir (Infinite Supply)]
[Description: Instantly restores stamina to peak condition. No side effects. One-time use per bottle for a single day. Unlimited quantity available in inventory.]
[Reward 2: Stat Boost – All Attributes +3]
[Description: Permanently increases STA, CHA, RES, TCH, and LCK by 3 points each.]
Jax's eyes widened.
'Holy shit. Infinite stamina elixirs? That's... that's broken. And the stat boost on top of it?'
He thought through the math.
'The elixirs solve my stamina problem forever. No more worrying about running out mid-session. And the stat boost—fifteen total points, permanent, no strings attached.'
He selected the stat boost.
[Stat Boost : All Attributes +3]
[Applying...]
Heat moved through him, intense but not painful. Muscles tightened and eased. Thoughts sharpened. Even his skin felt clearer.
[Status Updated]
[God-Tier Lewd System]
[Name: Jax Rayne]
[Core Attributes]
[STA (Stamina): 9 / 50] +3
[CHA (Charm): 12 / 50] +3
[RES (Resolve): 3 / 50] +3
[TCH (Technique): 3 / 50] +3
[LCK (Luck): 3 / 50] +3
[Resources]
[Devotion Points (DP): 40]
[Inventory: Stamina Elixir (∞)]
Jax let out a slow breath and flexed his fingers. The change felt small but real. His body moved lighter and his head was clearer.
'Not bad. Not bad at all.'
He leaned back, satisfied, and closed his eyes.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges. New games.
He was ready.
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Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Football Match[1]
The morning sun hit Jax's face through the dorm window. He groaned, rolled over, and sat up slowly. His body felt fine better than fine what it was from yesterday.
His device buzzed on the nightstand.
[Message from Kai: Yo! Breakfast time! Get your ass down here before all the good stuff's gone!]
Jax typed back: [On my way.]
He dressed fast. Academy uniform, neat and sharp. He checked himself in the mirror once, then headed out.
The cafeteria was already full when he arrived. Students crowded the tables, voices overlapping, trays clattering. The smell of eggs and toast mixed with something synthetic probably one of those energy drinks everyone liked.
Kai waved from a corner table. His tray was loaded. "Over here, buddy!"
Jax sat down and Kai slid a plate toward him. "Got you the usual. Eggs, toast, protein bar. And this." He tapped a bright green bottle. "Energy boost. You'll need it."
"Thanks." Jax grabbed a fork and started eating.
Kai leaned back, grinning. "So, Its a big day today. Its Physical Education Practical Class. Are you ready?"
"For what?"
"Football, man! Didn't you check the schedule?"
Jax froze with a bite halfway to his mouth. "Football?"
"Yep. Full teams. Co-ed. Everyone plays." Kai laughed. "It's gonna be hilarious. Most of the guys here can't even run without tripping."
Jax chewed slowly. "Great."
Kai took a sip of his drink. "Oh, by the way. My sister was asking about you."
Jax looked up. "Your sister?"
"Yeah. Thalia. She cornered me yesterday after the race. Asked how you were doing, if you were okay, stuff like that."
"What did you tell her?"
"Nothing much. Just said you were busy. She seemed... I don't know. Curious? Not worried or anything. Just curious."
Jax nodded slowly. Thalia, Kai's sister, a third year ace. Apparently curious enough to ask questions.
'Interesting. She's probably wondering why her brother's suddenly hanging around someone who's making waves.'
Kai kept talking. "She's pretty cool, actually. Not stuck-up like most of the third years. And she don't look at me like I was garbage, so that's a plus."
"Good to know."
They finished breakfast quickly. Kai rambled on about the upcoming match and made jokes about how badly they'd lose. Jax listened but stayed quiet. His mind was already calculating possibilities.
'Football. A game I barely know. But if it's a game, it has rules. And rules can be used.'
After breakfast they headed to their first class—Game Theory. The classroom was sleek, walls lined with holo-screens showing strategy simulations. The professor, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes, spent the hour breaking down decision trees and probability matrices.
Jax took notes. Most of it was familiar from Earth, but the examples here were different. Instead of business or war, the simulations focused on duels, bets, and academy challenges.
Kai dozed off halfway through. The professor either didn't notice or didn't care.
When class ended, students filed out. A notification popped up on Jax's device.
[Next Class: Physical Education - Football Match - Field B - 20 minutes]
Kai stretched. "Alright. Time to embarrass ourselves in front of the whole academy."
"Speak for yourself."
"Dude, you don't even know how to play."
Jax shrugged. "I'll figure it out."
They walked toward the locker rooms. The hallways buzzed with students, most of them heading the same direction. Excitement hung in the air everyone loved watching PE matches. It was entertainment, drama, and humiliation all rolled into one.
Inside the locker room, Jax changed into the academy's sports uniform—black shorts and a fitted shirt with his team number on the back. The fabric was light, breathable, designed for movement.
Kai appeared beside him, adjusting his own uniform. "Man, I look ridiculous."
"You always look ridiculous."
"Fair."
A whistle blew outside. They grabbed their gear and headed out.
The field was massive. Real grass, white lines marking the boundaries, goalposts on each end. Stands lined both sides, already filling with students. Drones hovered overhead, cameras ready to broadcast the match live.
The teams had already been assigned by staff.
Two teams stood on opposite sides of the field.
Jax scanned his team first.
Kiera stood near the front, arms crossed, face cold. She glanced at him once, her expression unreadable like disgust mixed with something else. Wariness, maybe. Her sports uniform clung to her curves, shorts hugging her hips, the fitted top emphasizing her athletic build.
Celestia stood beside her, calm and composed. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, her sports outfit pristine. The shorts showed off her long, toned legs. Her eyes flicked toward Jax, lingering for a moment before she looked away. There was curiosity there.
Kai bounced on his heels, grinning like an idiot. "This is gonna be fun!"
The rest of the team? Four boys and three girls Jax didn't recognize. Most looked nervous. One boy was stretching awkwardly. Another kept adjusting his shorts. The girls looked more composed but not entirely confident.
'Great. A team of clowns and amateurs.'
He turned to the opposing team.
And his breath caught for a second.
Zinnia stood at the center, her face twisted with barely controlled rage. But even in her fury, she looked striking.
Her pink hair was tied back, and her sports uniform tight black shorts and a form-fitting top showed off every curve. Her breasts pressed against the fabric, her toned thighs flexing as she shifted her weight.
Her eyes locked onto Jax, and for a moment, pure hatred flashed across her features. She looked like she wanted him dead.
Ava stood beside her, calm and focused. Her dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her athletic body was on full display. Her shorts hugged her ass perfectly, and her top clung to her breasts. Sweat already glistened on her skin from warm-ups. She didn't look at Jax, just stared straight ahead. Her posture screamed competence.
And then there was Azara.
The girl with the small tufts of hair almost like animal ears she stood near the back, arms folded. Her skin had that faint shimmer, marking her as non-human. Her sports uniform was the same as the others, but on her exotic frame, it looked different. The shorts emphasized her lean, muscular legs, and her top stretched over her chest in a way that drew the eye. Her face flushed deep red as her eyes flicked toward Jax, then away quickly.
Jax felt his cock twitch. His resolve stat was still pathetically low, and the sight of all these women in tight, revealing sports gear hit him hard. He forced himself to focus, shifting his stance to hide the growing bulge.
'Damn it. Not now. Focus on the game.'
The rest of Team A was a mix of athletic girls—confident, smirking. They looked like they'd been training for this their whole lives.
A system notification popped into Jax's vision.
[New Quest: Win the Football Match]
[Reward: All Stats +1]
Jax's lips curved faintly. 'All stats plus one. That's worth it.'
The referee a professor with a whistle walked to the center of the field. "Teams, gather!"
Both sides moved forward. Jax stood near the back, watching.
The referee raised her voice. "Standard rules. Forty-minute halves. No excessive violence. Yellow cards for fouls. Two yellow cards equal a red card and ejection. Red cards for severe offenses. Any questions?"
[A/N: This note is for my American readers — football is football. Don't you call it soccer!]
Silence.
"Good. Captains, step forward."
From Team A, Ava stepped up. From Team B, Kiera moved forward without hesitation.
The referee tossed a coin. "Call it."
"Heads," Kiera said.
The coin landed. Tails.
"Team A kicks off." The referee gestured. "Take your positions."
The teams spread out across the field. Jax stayed in the midfield, near Kai.
Kai leaned over. "So, what's the plan?"
Jax glanced at the opposing team. "Observe."
"That's it?"
"For now."
The whistle blew.
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Chapter 35: Chapter 35 : Football Match[2]
Ava passed the ball to Zinnia. Zinnia moved fast, cutting through the midfield like a blade. One of Jax's teammates—a boy tried to intercept. She dodged him easily, not even breaking stride. Her hips swayed as she ran, shorts riding up slightly.
Another boy lunged. She passed the ball to Azara on the right wing. Azara sprinted forward, her movements smooth and precise. Her legs pumped hard, muscles flexing with each stride.
Kiera rushed to block. Azara faked left, then cut right. Kiera stumbled, off-balance.
Azara fired a shot. The ball screamed toward the goal.
Team B's goalkeeper—a nervous-looking boy dove. Missed by a mile.
The ball hit the net.
1-0.
The crowd erupted. Team A celebrated. Zinnia smirked, her eyes locking onto Jax. "This is just the beginning," she mouthed.
Kai groaned. "We're doomed."
Jax said nothing. He watched Zinnia, watched Ava, watched Azara. Fast. Coordinated. Confident.
'This is going to be harder than I thought.'
The match restarted. Team B had possession. One of the boys passed to another, who immediately lost the ball to a sliding tackle from Ava. She moved like water—smooth, efficient. Her body twisted as she stole the ball, breasts bouncing slightly with the motion.
She sprinted forward. Kiera tried to stop her but got juked. Celestia stepped in, blocking the path.
Ava passed to Zinnia. Zinnia didn't hesitate. She turned and fired.
2-0.
The crowd roared again. Jax's team looked defeated already. Shoulders slumped. Eyes down.
Kai muttered, "We're getting destroyed."
Jax clenched his fists. 'Focus. Think.'
The game continued. Team A dominated every play. Their passes were sharp, their movements precise. Team B stumbled around like children learning to walk.
Ten minutes in, Jax finally touched the ball. He tried to pass to Kai—Ava intercepted it mid-pass and sprinted the other way. Her ponytail swung behind her as she ran, legs pumping powerfully.
She passed to Azara. Azara dribbled forward, then fired from distance.
3-0.
Fifteen minutes in, Jax got the ball again. This time, he tried to dribble forward. Zinnia appeared out of nowhere, sliding in hard.
Her cleat caught his ankle—sharp, deliberate.
Pain shot up his leg. He stumbled, hit the ground hard.
The whistle blew. Yellow card for Zinnia.
She stood over him, smirking. "Oops. My bad."
Jax gritted his teeth, pushing himself up. 'One.' As if counting.
He limped back into position, ignoring the throbbing pain.
Kai jogged over. "You okay?"
"Fine."
"Dude, she did that on purpose."
"I know."
Twenty minutes in. Jax got the ball again. He passed to Celestia, who actually managed to move it forward a few meters.
A girl from Team A—one of Zinnia's lackeys—closed in fast. Her tackle was late, cleats catching Jax's shin as he tried to support Celestia's run.
He winced, stumbling. The whistle blew. Yellow card for the girl.
She glanced at Zinnia, who nodded slightly. It was coordinated.
Jax got up slowly. 'Two. She's sending her lackeys after me.'
Twenty-five minutes. Jax intercepted a pass from Ava. He turned to sprint forward—another girl from Team A, another one of Zinnia's crew, came in from the side. Her shoulder slammed into his ribs.
He gasped, doubling over. The whistle blew. Yellow card.
The girl shrugged, walking away. Zinnia smirked from across the field.
Jax clutched his side. 'Three. All her doing.'
Thirty minutes. Jax tried to block Ava's run down the wing. She didn't foul him—just shoved him aside cleanly with raw strength. Her body pressed against his for a moment, warm and firm.
No whistle. Clean play.
Ava passed to Zinnia. Zinnia fired.
4-0.
Thirty-five minutes. Azara had the ball. Jax moved to intercept. She dribbled past him easily, her movements fluid. As she went by, her eyes met his for a split second. Her face flushed red again, and she looked away quickly.
No foul. Just skill.
Thirty-eight minutes. Another of Zinnia's lackeys closed in on Jax as he tried to defend. She accidentally stepped on his foot, her weight grinding down.
He hissed in pain. The whistle blew. Yellow card.
Jax got up, limping. 'Four. They're all targeting me. Zinnia you bitch remember all the debt will be payed soon. '
Just before halftime, Zinnia got the ball one more time. She sprinted straight at Jax. He braced himself—she slid in, cleats high, aiming for his knee.
He jumped back just in time. Her cleats caught his shin instead.
Pain exploded. He hit the ground hard, clutching his leg.
The whistle blew loud and long. The referee marched over, face furious. She pulled out the yellow card—Zinnia's second.
Which meant red.
Zinnia's mouth dropped open. "What?! That was—"
"Off the field. Now."
Zinnia glared at Jax, her face twisted with rage. "This isn't over," she hissed.
She stormed off the field. The crowd buzzed with noise half booing, half cheering.
Ava scored one more goal right before the whistle, a clinical finish past the helpless goalkeeper.
5-0.
Halftime.
Team A walked off the field laughing, high-fiving. Ava's body glistened with sweat, her top clinging to her skin. Azara wiped her forehead, still avoiding Jax's gaze.
Team B trudged to the sidelines, defeated.
Jax sat on the bench, breathing hard. His ankle throbbed. His ribs ached. His shin felt like it was on fire.
Kai collapsed beside him. "We're getting slaughtered."
Kiera stood nearby, arms crossed, glaring at nothing. Her jaw was tight. Sweat dripped down her neck, disappearing into her top.
Celestia sat down gracefully, her expression thoughtful. She watched Jax carefully, her eyes sharp.
Jax stared at the field. His mind raced.
'They're better. Faster. Stronger. But Zinnia's gone. And three of her lackeys have yellow cards. One more foul, and they're out.'
He glanced at Kai. "How's your acting?"
Kai blinked. "My what?"
"Your acting. Can you fake an injury?"
Kai grinned slowly. "Buddy, I'm the best actor you'll ever meet."
Jax smirked. "Good. Because in the second half, you're going to be very busy."
Kai's grin widened. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."
Kiera overheard. "What are you planning?"
Jax met her eyes. "We're going to win."
She scoffed. "We're losing 5-0."
"Not for long."
Celestia leaned forward, curious. "What's your strategy?"
Jax stood, ignoring the pain in his ankle. "Simple. We reduce their numbers. Three players on their team have yellow cards. One more foul, and they're out. We will use that."
Kiera frowned. "That's dirty."
"It's smart."
Celestia tilted her head. "You're going to bait them into fouling."
"Exactly."
Kiera shook her head, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes. Respect, maybe. "This won't work."
Jax shrugged. "Then we lose. But if we do nothing, we lose anyway. At least this way, we have a chance."
Celestia's lips curved slightly. "I'm listening."
Jax laid out the plan quickly. "Kai, you're the bait. You run toward players with yellow cards. We pass you the ball right when you're near them. You sell the contact. Make it look like they fouled you. Get them red-carded."
Kai rubbed his hands together. "This is genius. Evil genius."
"Kiera, Celestia—you two play clean. Hold the defense. Don't give them easy goals. The rest of you—" he looked at the other players "—just pass to Kai when I signal."
Kiera's expression was still cold, but she nodded once. "Fine."
Celestia smiled faintly. "This should be interesting."
The whistle blew. Halftime was over.
Jax walked back onto the field, Kai at his side.
"Remember," Jax said. "Sell it. Make it look real."
Kai grinned. "Trust me."
The second half began.
And Jax's plan began with it.
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Chapter 36: Chapter 36 : Kai The Hero
The whistle blew. The second half began.
Team A kicked off first. Ava passed the ball to Azara, who dribbled forward carefully. Their confidence from the first half was still visible but something in the air had changed.
With Zinnia gone, their teamwork felt broken like a rhythm thrown off beat.
Jax stayed a few steps behind, watching everything closely. Kai jogged into position, his sharp eyes moving like those of a hunting animal.
"Remember," Jax murmured to himself, barely audible. "Sell it."
One of the Team A players, a brunette who already had a yellow card from the first half, took the ball and pushed forward. Kai sprinted toward her, cutting across her path perfectly.
Jax raised his hand to Celestia. She understood the signal right away. She intercepted the ball smoothly and kicked it straight to Kai.
The brunette panicked. She lunged forward to win it back.
Kai touched the ball lightly, then spun his body at the last second. The girl's shoulder brushed against him, hardly even a push.
Kai let out a loud scream. "Ahhh!"
He fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder, rolling dramatically in fake pain. His voice cracked as if he was in agony.
The whistle shrieked instantly.
The referee rushed over, face tight with authority. She pulled out the yellow card first—then, after a brief hesitation, the red one.
The brunette stared at her in shock. "I barely touched him!"
"Off the field. Now."
She turned toward Ava, hoping for support. Ava's jaw tightened but she said nothing.
From the sidelines, Zinnia's voice tore through the air. "Are you kidding me?! That's a dive! He's faking it!"
The referee ignored her completely. The brunette lowered her head and walked off the field in silence.
Kai stood up slowly, dusting himself off. He turned his head toward Jax and gave him a quick wink.
The corner of Jax's mouth twitched upward.
Kai had actually sold that dive like a professional actor. Even Jax was unsure if it was real. The crowd buzzed with half-laughter, half-outrage which was perfect mix for chaos.
Jax could almost feel Zinnia's blood pressure rising from across the field.
Jax grinned. 'Two down'.
The game resumed. Team A now had nine players left, while Team B still had eleven.
But the scoreboard still showed 5–0.
Five minutes later, another chance appeared.
A blonde girl from Team A, who also carried a yellow card, was chasing Kai down the right wing. Kai dribbled slowly, taunting her, his movements relaxed and confident.
She closed in fast, almost within reach. Kai slowed down even more, daring her to touch him.
Her fingers brushed the edge of his shirt.
Immediately, Kai threw himself forward, arms flailing, legs twisting. He rolled over the grass as if struck by lightning.
"Ahhhh! My back! My back!" he cried.
The whistle blew again. Another red card.
The blonde girl screamed in frustration. "I didn't even pull him! This is bullshit!"
"Off the field," the referee said sharply.
She stormed off, fists clenched in anger. The crowd was divided half cheering, half booing, the noise rising into chaos.
From the sidelines, Zinnia was almost trembling with rage. "This is cheating! Stop the match! He's a fraud!"
Kai limped back toward the center line, then turned to Jax with a grin. "Two for two, buddy."
Jax nodded, smirking. 'Three down. Keep going.'
Team A was down to nine players. Ava's face stayed calm, but her eyes told a different story. She was studying every move, every trick Kai pulled.
Azara said nothing. Her face was still red from earlier, and she couldn't even look at Jax.
Ten minutes later, the third player with a yellow card made her fatal mistake.
Kai didn't even have the ball this time. He just ran close enough that when she turned sharply, her elbow brushed against his chest.
He gasped, clutched his ribs, and dropped to his knees. "I can't breathe! I can't breathe!"
The whistle sounded again. Another red card.
The girl didn't protest. She simply walked off, shaking her head in disbelief.
Zinnia's voice echoed through the entire field. "This is a joke! A complete joke!"
Now Team A was down to seven players.
But Kai still wasn't done.
In the next fifteen minutes, he repeated the same trick on three more players—none of them had yellow cards, but frustration made them reckless.
One tripped him after he dribbled past her. Red card.
Another elbowed him in the face during a corner. Red card.
The last one slide-tackled from behind, cleats raised. Red card.
Each time, Kai sold it like an actor on stage. He screamed, rolled, groaned, even shed fake tears. The crowd went wild, half laughing, half furious.
By the time twenty-five minutes had passed, Team A had only four players left—Ava, Azara, the goalkeeper, and one exhausted defender.
The score still stood at 5–0. But now, Team B began to dominate.
Celestia struck first with a clean long-range shot that curved straight into the net.
5–1.
Kiera followed with a perfect header off a corner kick.
5–2.
Then Kai, still riding high from his "acting," broke through the defense and scored.
5–3.
The crowd roared. Team B was on fire. Team A was falling apart.
Then Kai turned his eyes on the goalkeeper.
The next play came quickly. The ball was sent into the penalty box. The goalkeeper dove forward and caught it cleanly, hugging it to her chest.
Kai sprinted toward her anyway. As she stood, ball in hand, he slid in close—close enough for his shin to meet the ball she was holding.
Her hands pressed the ball tight against his leg. Kai waited for just a heartbeat, then screamed and threw himself backward.
"She grabbed my leg! She pushed me!"
The whistle blew again.
The goalkeeper's eyes went wide. "What?! I had the ball! I didn't touch him!"
The referee walked up, cold and calm. "Red card."
The goalkeeper shook her head in disbelief. "No! This is insane! I didn't—"
"Off the field."
She left crying, tears shining under the bright lights.
Zinnia was shouting from the sidelines again, but now her words were just angry noise lost in the crowd.
Team A was left with only three players: Ava, Azara, and one defender. And no goalkeeper.
Ava stepped into goal herself, her face grim and determined. Azara and the defender pushed forward to hold the line, but it was useless.
Team B attacked like a storm.
Celestia scored. 5–4.
Kiera scored again. 5–5.
The game was tied.
The clock showed five minutes remaining.
Jax's team had pulled off a miracle comeback. But they were exhausted. Their energy was running out. Jax could see the heavy breathing, the shaky legs. Even Kai was bending over, hands on his knees.
'If we don't score now,' Jax thought, 'It will be draw no penalty and all my hard work would be for nothing that means no reward.'
He caught the ball after a goal kick and started dribbling forward alone. Celestia and Kiera were too far behind. Kai couldn't even lift his head.
It was just Jax.
Ava who had been the goalie switched the places with Azara.
Ahead of him, Azara stood waiting. Her breathing was fast, her face bright red from fatigue. The last defender was too far away to help her.
Jax pushed forward. Ten seconds left.
Azara moved to block him. Their eyes met.
Suddenly, Azara's face turned crimson for another reason. Her body froze for half a second.
Jax saw it the flicker of memory. The image that flashed through her mind: him, naked, cock swinging as he chased Kiera down the hallway. She'd seen everything
Her eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Her body tensed.
Jax didn't hesitate. He took his shot.
The ball flew off his foot, spinning slightly to the left of Azara's unmoving stance. It passed just inches from her leg.
The ball struck the crossbar with a loud metallic clang then dropped straight into the goal.
6–5.
The final whistle blew.
Jax dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. His teammates surrounded him, screaming, hugging, shouting in victory.
Kai jumped on his back, laughing like a madman. "We did it! We actually did it!"
Celestia smiled faintly. "Yes we did"
Kiera crossed her arms, trying to hide her smirk. "Lucky."
Jax looked across the field. Ava stood in the goal, expression unreadable. Azara was still frozen, eyes wide, her face as red as a sunset.
And on the sidelines, Zinnia stared at him with pure hatred burning in her eyes.
[Quest Complete: Win the Football Match]
[Reward: All Stats +1]
[STA: 10/50]
[CHA: 13/50]
[RES: 4/50]
[TCH: 4/50]
[LCK: 4/50]
Jax grinned as he slowly got to his feet. His body ached, his lungs burned, but victory had never tasted this sweet.
He looked at Kai again all bruised up his eyes dried of fake tear.
'They'll never underestimate Kai again'.
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LEWD SYSTEM: EVERY SCREAM AND MOAN IS EXPC37 : Paige Vs Jennifer [1]
Chapter 37: Chapter 37 : Paige Vs Jennifer [1]
Same day after the football match
The video started with a close-up of Zinnia's mother -- Jennifer Reed's face. Her expression was cold but her eyes were burning with rage.
She sat in a luxurious office, walls lined with art, shelves displaying awards. Behind her the Reed family crest gleamed on the wall.
"Paige Rayne," she began her voice was sharp. "I challenge you to a bet."
The camera zoomed in slightly.
"Half of my assets. Half of my companies. Everything I've built. Against half of yours. Equal stakes. Equal risk."
She leaned forward, hands folded on the desk.
"If you accept, the game will be fair. We'll use the traditional draft system. Teams of six members only. No more, no less."
Her smile was predatory.
"The game list will be decided by the people. By viewers across the world. I've attached a poll to this post. Everyone can vote for the games they want to see. The poll will be hidden no one can see the responses or which game is winning. Fair and transparent."
She paused.
"The draft will work like this: from the list of five games, each team bans one game at a time until only one remains. That will be our battlefield."
Her eyes narrowed.
"So, Paige Rayne. Do you accept this challenge? If you do, be ready tomorrow. The bet will be held at the Next Gen Arena. Tomorrow. No delays.And No excuses."
She tilted her head then her smile widened.
"But if you reject..." She laughed softly. "Well, then the entire world will know that the great Paige Rayne the so-called queen of business is nothing but a coward hiding behind her wealth and reputation."
The video ended.
The post went live across every major platform simultaneously. Within minutes, it exploded.
Paige Rayne sat in her office, reviewing quarterly reports. Her assistant knocked then burst in without waiting for permission.
"Ma'am, you need to see this. Now."
A projection flickered on the wall. Jennifer Reed's face appeared which was cold and mocking.
Paige watched the entire video in silence. Her jaw tightened with each word. Her fists clenched on the armrests.
When it ended, she exhaled slowly.
"That bitch."
Her assistant hesitated. "Ma'am, the video's already viral. Millions of views in the first hour. It's spreading everywhere."
Paige stood, walking to the window. The city lights glittered below.
"She didn't give me a choice," Paige muttered with a low voice. "The hype she created. The wager. The public engagement. If I back down now everything I've built will be in danger. My reputation will be gone. My empire will crumble."
She turned back, face cold.
"Prepare a response. I accept."
The internet exploded.
Within hours, hashtags flooded every platform: #RayneVsReed. #BetOfTheDecade. #WhoWillWin. #Beauties.
Memes appeared by the thousands. Animations showed Paige and Jennifer as gladiators facing off. Artists created epic battle posters. Streamers analyzed every word of Jennifer's challenge.
News channels picked it up. Reporters camped outside both family estates. Speculation ran wild about what games would be chosen.
The poll Jennifer attached hit one million votes in the first hour. By midnight, it had reached one billion.
Every country, every platform, every corner of the world everyone was talking about it.
This wasn't just a bet. It was a spectacle. A war between two titans.
The next morning, Jax woke up.
He groaned, rolling over still sore from the football match. His body protested every movement but he forced himself to sit up.
His device buzzed. He grabbed it, squinting at the screen.
Dozens of notifications. Missed calls. Messages.
He frowned. 'What the hell?'
He scrolled through quickly, not really reading. Most of it looked like spam or academy updates. He was still getting used to this smartphone back on Earth, things were simpler.
He'd been too busy with his own amusement lately. The system. The rewards. Planning his next moves. He hadn't paid attention to the world outside.
As he stood to head to the shower, another notification popped up.
[Message from Kiera: I'm leaving for home. For the bet between House of Rayne and Reed. Don't embarrass or lower our reputation while I'm gone.]
Jax froze, staring at the screen.
'A bet? What's that supposed to mean?'
He dialed Kai immediately.
It rang twice. Kai picked up. "Dude, What's up?"
"Kai. What's going on? Do you know about a bet?"
Kai's tone shifted instantly. "A bet? Bro, where do you live? Under a rock? It's literally the only thing anyone's talking about right now!"
"Just tell me."
"Alright, alright. So, Zinnia's mom—Jennifer Reed challenged Paige Rayne to a massive bet. Like, half their assets on the line. Companies, properties, everything. It's happening today at the Next Gen Arena. The whole world's watching. It's insane."
Jax's mind raced. 'Jennifer Reed. So that's her move.'
"What's the game?"
"No one knew until last night. They did this whole draft thing. Viewers voted on five games, then both sides banned options until one was left."
Jax's lips curved slightly.
"Dude, are you—"
Jax cut the call before Kai could finish.
He sat on the edge of his bed.
"So that bitch was..." He paused, then murmured quietly, "Jennifer. It's still two days before I claim you. Let's see how confident you are that day."
He stood, grabbing his uniform, mind already calculating.
-- -- --
The Next Gen Arena sat at the heart of Neo Veridia like a glowing monument.
It was the main hub for all major bets in the world. The place where fortunes were won and lost. Where reputations were built or destroyed.
Massive screens wrapped around its exterior, broadcasting live feeds to the streets below. Crowds packed the surrounding plaza.
Inside, the arena was a cathedral of technology. Tiered seating stretched high, filled to capacity. Holo-screens floated above the main floor, showing angles of the central stage. Drones zipped through the air, capturing every moment.
This place had witnessed countless battles over the years.
But today felt different.
This would be one of the greatest bets of the decade.
Jennifer Reed stood on one side of the stage, arms crossed, face calm. She wore a sleek black suit, her dark hair pulled back tight. Confidence radiated from her like heat.
Behind her stood her team. Six figures in matching uniforms. All women. All professionals.
Across from her, Paige Rayne stood with her own team. She wore a dark blue suit, elegant but practical.
Her team was balanced. Diverse.
One girl with a lean build and sharp eyes was an archery specialist, known for precision under pressure.
Another with broad shoulders and thick arms—a strength competitor, unmatched in physical contests.
A third woman with glasses and an intense gaze—an intelligence expert, a master at puzzles, riddles, and strategic thinking.
An older man, gray-haired but steady—a cooking champion, calm and experienced.
And then Kiera. She stood beside her mother, face cold, arms crossed. She'd arrived just in time.
Paige glanced at her daughter. "Glad you could make it."
Kiera nodded once. "I wouldn't miss this."
On the other side, Zinnia appeared from the wings. Her face was pale, eyes red. She walked toward her mother hesitantly.
Jennifer turned sharply.
Her hand moved faster than anyone expected.
Slap!
The sound cracked through the arena. Zinnia's head snapped to the side, her cheek flaring red.
The crowd gasped.
Jennifer's voice was ice. "You humiliated our family. You lost to a boy. You made me look weak."
Zinnia's lips trembled but she said nothing.
Jennifer leaned closer her voice was low. "People are watching right now, so I'll keep this short. But when I see you at home? I will punish you. Properly."
She turned away, dismissing Zinnia entirely.
Zinnia stood there, trembling, then slowly walked to the sidelines. She wasn't needed in the team. She was just filling a spot. A placeholder.
Jennifer didn't need her. She never had.
Jennifer had built her team with one purpose: to dominate a single game. She knew what the final game would be. She'd known from the very beginning.
This entire spectacle the poll, the votes, the draft it was all orchestrated.
Jennifer owned one of the top ethical hacking groups in the world. Infiltrating a simple social media platform's backend? Child's play.
Her hackers had removed three random games from the original poll results and replaced them with the ones she wanted. The ones that favored her team.
The poll was never fair. It was rigged from the start.
And now, Paige was walking into a trap.
The announcer's voice boomed across the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the bet of the decade!"
The crowd roared.
"On one side, we have Jennifer Reed—head of the Reed family, founder of multiple empires: art galleries, auction houses, pharmaceuticals, game development studios, and more!"
Cheers erupted from one half of the crowd.
"On the other side, Paige Rayne—real estate mogul, wellness empire owner, gambling site founder, and one of the most powerful businesswomen in Neo Veridia!"
The other half screamed louder.
"The stakes? Half of each family's assets. Properties. Companies. Wealth. The winner takes it all!"
The arena shook with noise.
"Now, let's reveal the games chosen by the people!"
The holo-screens above flickered. Dramatic music swelled.
The first game appeared in glowing letters.
1. Etherball (Tactical Sports Combat)
"A blend of rugby, dodgeball, and spell combat! Two teams of six compete to carry a glowing energy orb—the Ether into the enemy's goal zone! Our very first game and that too a VR one".
The crowd cheered.
The second game appeared.
2. VR Kart Race
"High-speed virtual racing with power-ups, traps and ruthless competition!"
More cheers.
The third game appeared.
Jennifer's lips curved into a smile.
3. HoloStrike (Tactical Shooter)
"A massive arena filled with floating hard-light cover blocks that constantly shift every thirty seconds! Players wear neural visors and physical suits with recoil-feedback weapons—light but realistic! Real movement matters: ducking, sliding, sprinting—all tracked physically! VR overlay shows decoy avatars and fake projectiles; only quick reflexes reveal the real ones! Team goal: eliminate or capture the opposing team's base beacon!"
Paige's eyes narrowed slightly. 'A shooting game.'
The fourth game appeared.
4. Bullseye
"Classic target shooting! Precision, accuracy and nerves of steel!"
Paige's jaw tightened. 'Two shooting games now.'
The fifth and final game appeared.
5. StrikeZone (Physical Combat Sport)
"A 6v6 physical combat sport where each player wields a laser rifle and wears sensor armor! A single laser hit on the armor eliminates the player instantly! The last player standing wins for their team!"
The crowd erupted.
Paige's mind raced. 'Three aim-based games out of five. The odds are skewed. Something's off. This doesn't feel random.'
But she couldn't prove it. Not here. Not now.
The announcer raised his hands. "Now, the draft begins! Each side will ban one game at a time until only one remains!"
Paige stepped forward, voice firm. "I ban HoloStrike."
One of the shooting games disappeared from the screen.
Jennifer smiled. "I ban VR Kart Race."
Paige's eyes narrowed. 'She's protecting her shooting games.'
"I ban Bullseye."
Jennifer's smile widened. "I ban Etherball."
One game remained on the screen.
StrikeZone
The crowd roared. The decision was final.
Jennifer's smile never faltered. 'Perfect.'
The setup for StrikeZone began immediately.
Both teams were led to preparation rooms. Assistants handed out armor—sleek, form-fitting suits that covered every inch of their bodies.
The armor glowed faintly with blue light, sensors embedded throughout. Even their faces were covered by visors, protecting them from laser injuries.
The suits were advanced—lightweight but durable, designed to detect the slightest laser contact and lock the wearer's movement instantly upon elimination.
Jennifer stood in her team's prep room, watching her squad suit up.
All six were professionals. All women. All from the top tier of Shooting leagues.
She'd recruited the best. The elite. The ones who'd never lost.
She smiled coldly. 'No one can defeat me here.'
In the other prep room, Paige's team suited up in silence.
Kiera adjusted her visor, face hidden behind the glowing blue mask. Her grip tightened on the laser rifle.
Paige checked her own weapon, mind still racing
The announcer's voice echoed through the arena. "Teams, take your positions!"
Both teams walked onto the main floor.
The arena was compact designed to prevent camping, to force engagement. Metal cover zones, ramps, and energy barriers filled the space. It wasn't huge like a battlefield. It was tight, fast-paced.
Results would come within two hours.
The crowd fell silent as the teams lined up on opposite sides.
The countdown began.
10... 9... 8...
Paige's grip tightened on her rifle.
Jennifer's smile never wavered.
3... 2... 1...
The arena lights flashed.
The battle began.
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