Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 2 : The Lewd System

Jaxon's frame quivered atop the bed.

Moments before, the agony had been excruciating, as if every nerve blazed in flames. Gradually, however... it ebbed away.

His breaths evened out. His sight sharpened.

Shadows lifted, and an object hovered right before him.

[Transmigration successful.]

Jaxon blinked. "What the fuck..."

Soon, another panel emerged.

[◈ STATUS MANIFEST ◈]

[Name: Jax Rayne]

[System: God-Tier Lewd System]

[◈ CORE ATTRIBUTES ◈]

[STA (Stamina): 1 / 50]

- Governs endurance in both combat and bed.

- Affects recovery speed and number of rounds.

[CHA (Charm): 9 / 50]

- Determines attractiveness and seduction success.

- Higher CHA makes persuasion easier.

[RES (Resolve): 0 / 50]

- Mental defense against charm, hypnosis, and traps.

- At 0 = easy prey to lustful manipulation.

[TCH (Technique): 1 / 50]

- Governs skill, finesse, and mastery of moves.

- Unlocks new positions, combos, and performance boosts.

[LCK (Luck): 0 / 50]

- Governs random "plot events."

- Affects accidental encounters, coincidences, and fortune.

[◈ RESOURCES ◈]

[Devotion Points (DP): 0]

- Earned through lust, conquest, or devotion.

- Can be spent in [Shop].

[◈ INVENTORY ◈]

[Empty]

[◈ SKILLS ◈]

[None Acquired]

[◈ FUNCTIONS ◈]

[Shop] | [Quests] | [Achievements] | [Titles]

Jaxon's jaw slackened. "Holy fuck... what the hell is going on? Where the hell am I?"

The system's voice responded calmly.

[Welcome to .]

For the first time amid the turmoil, Jaxon grinned.

He reclined, a smirk forming even as his pulse raced.

’So this is it. Transmigration for real. And the name... Jax Rayne? Sounds familiar.’

His hand pressed against his chest, calming his breathing.

’Rayne... that name popped up in the game before. But Jax—that's my nickname. How'd it end up here? This body... it wasn't even a named role in the plot.’

Realization sparked a chuckle. "Pss hah, ideal. Landed as an extra. A total nobody. Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

A mischievous smile lit his features.

’Time to dominate this realm. I'll demonstrate true gameplay—with brains, not just raw power. Apologies, heroines... ahead of time. Truth is, I always hated this game's setup. Now I'm here... to rewrite it.’

His gaze returned to the status display.

"Damn... this system's wild. Am I meant to be some lust deity?"

Teeth gritted. "Tssk... No smart system with smarts, might, or brawn. Nah, I get... this. A damn lewd system."

Yet intrigue flared.

’Stamina... 1. You're joking? Here, even games demand physical prowess. Stamina counts big. And I start at a measly 1? Might as well be useless in bed.’

A groan escaped. "Hhhk... total crap."

Next line drew his focus.

’Charm at 9. Decent start. Not bad. At least I'm no eyesore.’

Resolve drew laughter.

’Zero exactly. No mental shield? Zilch. So I'm prime target for seduction. Fantastic. A lust-driven fool ripe for the taking. Epic beginning.’

He slapped his brow.

’Technique... 1. Worse yet. Who built this crap? At one, I'm all thrust, no grace. Zero skill. Pure rookie blunder. Damn.’

Luck followed.

"Zero luck... seriously? Throw me a bone with some lucky panty drops, you shitty system."

Eyes scanned lower.

’No skills. Rock bottom start. Wonderful. Truly wonderful.’

Devotion Points piqued interest.

’DP... currency for upgrades? Stats maybe. Or abilities. Hmm.’

He murmured the final term. "Shop."

Instantly, a fresh menu unfolded.

Vibrant hues flooded his view. Tabs lined up: Skills, Items, Enhancements, Special.

It defaulted to Skills.

Jaxon's gaze swept the listings. Color rushed to his cheeks. Lips quivered.

"Fuck... these things are—"

Eyes squeezed shut fast. "Nope. Nope. Can't handle it yet."

The panel vanished. Quiet settled.

He breathed out steadily.

’That's the system's deal. Fascinating. Utterly fascinating.’

A sly grin crept over his mouth.

’This'll be a blast. True challenge. Pure adrenaline. Exactly my style.’

Thrill shifted to wariness.

’But first... grasp this world. The storyline. Game progression. Events. And... Pinnacle Academy.’

His eyes sharpened at the notion.

Pinnacle Academy, the game's shining star. Gathering spot for elites, nobles, heroines. Spotlight of the realm.

Far beyond a mere school.

Ultimate spectacle arena. Outsiders wagered on bouts, roared for clashes, idolized stars' ascents and tumbles. Cash machine supreme.

And Jax Rayne belonged there as a pupil.

Tongue flicked over lips.

’Okay... first move. Fit right in.’

A sharp knock yanked him from reverie.

Soft feminine voice sounded. "Master Jax, Madam Rayne wants to meet you."

Jaxon stiffened.

“Madam Rayne...?” A tightness gripped his chest.

“Damn. I’ve transmigrated into this body, yet I lack any memories of him. One wrong word, and I’m exposed right away.”

Still, he swung the door open.

A youthful maid waited outside, her head lowered. Her uniform was neat and sharp, her motions fluid and poised.

“Show me the path,” he commanded steadily.

She nodded simply and stepped forward, her hips swaying naturally and drawing his gaze briefly until he snapped out of it.

“Stay sharp—this isn’t the moment.”

Velvet carpets draped the grand hallway in opulence, with dazzling crystal chandeliers glowing overhead. Footsteps barely echoed on the plush rugs. Portraits of esteemed forebears adorned the walls.

This mansion stood grand, imposing, and pricey enough to purchase an entire city block from Earth.

Wealth oozed from every corner.

A subtle smirk crossed Jaxon’s lips.

“Looks like I’ve dropped into a wealthy estate. Ideal. No scraping by as a penniless vagrant for me.”

The maid halted at a lofty door featuring golden handles, then bowed with grace.

“As always, Master, I’ll accompany you no further. Madam is waiting within.”

“Understood.”

He thrust the door aside.

The sight within almost dropped his jaw.

Reclining on a silk-covered sofa in a nightgown sat a woman. Shiny dark locks cascaded around her face to her shoulders. Her legs crossed gracefully, displaying smooth, firm contours.

The gown hugged her form, outlining every luscious curve.

Her gaze locked onto his.

Piercing. Commanding. Seasoned.

He gulped heavily.

His thoughts exploded.

“Paige Rayne...! Among the top business magnates of this realm. And damn, she’s the mom of a key heroine too.”

His heartbeat quickened.

Paige lifted her chin a touch. Her tone flowed smooth as silk.

“Get over here quick... and handle your duties.”

Jaxon went rigid.

“W-what the hell does ‘duties’ even mean?!”

As she adjusted, the nightgown slipped slightly, her cleavage illuminated by the lamp’s gentle light.

“Damn... my mind just short-circuited.”

At the edge of his sight, the system blinked softly, as if taunting him.

[New Quest: Serve Madam Rayne.]

His pulse pounded wildly.