Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 1: Gaming God
Bright lights flooded the arena under the daytime sky, visible from every angle of the vast stadium where dazzling beams pulsed relentlessly.
The crowd surged to their feet from seats, erupting in thunderous cheers as a unified chant echoed the champion's name repeatedly.
Jaxon! Jaxon! Jaxon!
The announcer's voice boomed across the massive screen, overflowing with exhilaration.
"Once more this year, Deathmatch Valor's champion! The prodigy! The invincible! The world's greatest gamer: Jaxon Sterling!"
The audience exploded into frenzy. Applause thundered, roars filled the air, cameras flashed without pause. Every camera locked onto the young man striding steadily toward the platform.
Jaxon's features cut sharp, his demeanor serene, his gaze dull with disinterest. No waves, no smiles. He moved like a sovereign fully aware of his unchallenged reign.
Social media ignited with surging hashtags.
#JaxonUnstoppable #DeathmatchValorChampion #GamingGod
The announcer shoved the microphone forward. "How are you feeling after defending your title yet again, Jaxon?"
The spectators leaned in eagerly, craving his response.
Jaxon cocked his head faintly. His lips twitched, but no delight shone there—more akin to a weary breath.
"I’m bored."
That lone word struck like a thunderbolt.
Silence crashed over the stadium as he pressed on.
"I’m bored with my life; nothing thrills me anymore. No challenge exists when I step onto the stage monthly to crush every match, and yet," he swept his eyes across the crowd, "no one can make me sense true defeat."
His delivery remained steady, devoid of bravado—yet infused with profound superiority.
"It’s getting really boring. Honestly, I think I should just quit this stupid career."
The crowd drew a collective sharp breath.
To some, a deity scorned his worshippers. To others, an icon bared harsh honesty. Some dismissed it as a jest. Still, every listener hung rapt.
Only Jaxon recognized the sincerity—no bluff. No pride fueled his statement. Pure truth alone.
His days followed a monotonous cycle: awaken, storm the arena, vanquish all rivals, seize awards, retreat home. Endlessly repeating.
No excitement. No rivalry. No joy.
-- -- --
Evening found Jaxon back home. After a deep slumber, he ventured downstairs in search of a meal.
Swift button presses and lively tunes reverberated through the living room.
His younger sister Maya perched there, eyes riveted to the screen, controller clutched tightly.
Jaxon scowled. "Maya, how the hell do you keep grinding this idiotic game endlessly? I saw the reviews. Folks said zero stars would be their pick if available. One star insults that lone star."
Maya inflated her cheeks, ignoring him entirely. "You don’t understand, bro. It’s fantastic! The heroines—"
"Yeah, yeah," he interrupted with a dismissive flick. "I’ve endured that nonsense countless times. A realm ruled by women, men as brainless playthings, no heroes anywhere. Garbage plot. Garbage game."
Maya shot him a fierce look. "Trash it all you like, but I enjoy it."
"No prospects in that game. No backers, no tourneys. Total waste."
"Competition, competition." She slammed pause and spun to face him. "You’re obsessed, brother. I game for enjoyment. Winning isn’t everything. Unlike you, I don’t rage at unchallenging titles. This one cheers me up. That suffices."
Jaxon tsked his tongue. "Tssk."
Maya rose, snatching her bag. "Thanks for ruining my flow. Heading to Zoe’s now."
"Evening’s here already. You sure? Who’s this Zoe?"
"Chill. Just Zoe, my pal. Girls’ sleepover invite."
"Oh, Zoe." He shrugged. "Fine, go. Beats rotting away on that dumb game."
She poked her tongue at him. "Don’t pine for me overly. Back tomorrow morning."
"Like hell I will. Scram."
She giggled "pss" and departed.
-- -- --
Quiet settled over the house.
Jaxon seized some eats and hauled them upstairs.
Mom had vanished years prior. Dad lingered overseas, scarce in visits. Just the siblings dwelled this way.
He fired up his console, scrolling the storefront. Zero games sparked interest.
"Trash. Every last one." He hurled the controller away.
His sister’s voice echoed in his mind then.
"Brother, I play for fun. Competition doesn’t matter to me."
’Fun, huh...’
He reclined, eyes fixed on the ceiling. That notion chewed at him.
Finally, he descended anew. En route, the living room console’s glow snagged his notice.
"That kid. When’ll she mature? Left the TV and system on."
He approached nearer.
The game paused onscreen.
Intrigue pulled at him.
He snorted. "Fine, let’s test this crap."
He resumed play, picking New Game.
Vibrant colors burst across the screen with intense, theatrical music.
Hours dragged on.
One hour. Two hours. Three hours.
Jaxon muttered curses quietly the whole time.
"The hell is this? Trash. Dumb boys? Are you kidding me? Reverse harem bullshit."
He kept playing despite slamming his fist into the couch cushion.
At last, the controller hit the floor with a bang. "Fuck this."
He struck the console once before charging up the stairs in fury.
The game's title flickered softly on the TV as the screen dimmed:
Queens of Domination: Rise of Heroines.
Stretched out in bed, Jaxon reflected on the sheer ridiculousness in his mind.
The game portrayed men as mindless pets. Women as sly, brilliant, and mighty.
Every storyline traced a heroine's climb to supremacy.
Every finale delivered a reverse harem.
The one element that vaguely piqued his interest was how all status, authority, even control over bodies got resolved through games.
Games controlled it all.
Wager wealth. Stake assets. Risk pride. Even gamble flesh.
In that warped universe, women emerged victorious every time.
He let out a harsh breath.
'What trash. Still, at least that part was... different.'
His eyelids weighed down.
The grueling day, endless monotony, those accursed three hours lost to the silly game—all bore down on him.
Sleep claimed him.
But something felt off.
His chest grew oppressively heavy.
Like an enormous rock crushing him.
He gasped while clutching at his shirt.
"Hhhk—!"
His heart hammered chaotically.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
Sweat beaded and slid down his temple.
The room's air warped strangely. Walls blurred, the ceiling extended unnaturally.
A distant voice rang out, not belonging to him.
[Initializing...]
His sight faded to black.
[Player found. Jaxon Sterling recognized.]
His body jerked violently, like bolts of lightning raced through his veins.
[Syncing data: Linking gamer profile with host body...]
"W-what the hell..." His voice splintered.
A blaze of light consumed him entirely.
[Welcome to Queens of Domination: Rise of Heroines.]
Jaxon’s scream rang out as the final sound before darkness swallowed everything.