Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 293 : Making it Fair

Both Zharina and Jax surged toward one another. They initiated with cautious, measured strides that steadily accelerated until they bolted forward at maximum speed.

Zharina advanced leisurely. Through repeated clashes, she had verified that Jax’s strikes lacked the strength to pierce her divine protection. Each assault he’d unleashed felt like pelting stones against an unyielding fortress barrier. Irritating, at most.

Despite his earlier unsuccessful strikes, Jax charged ahead with his sword thrust straight at her. To Zharina, it resembled a desperate fighter recycling failed strategies after exhausting all options.

She unleashed a punch—not her full power, merely a rapid jab boosted by a short hop for added force. Directed at his skull. That arrogant look on his face annoyed her far more than his combat prowess.

In mid-leap, she spotted Jax swinging low with the sword gripped in his left hand. Aiming for her thighs.

She mused internally: ’He assumes my shield weakens below the waist. Not the clever tactic I anticipated. I’ll indulge him. Let him believe he’s exposed my flaw as I fake defending my lower body. I’m eager to witness his shock when he understands he stood no chance whatsoever from the start.’

She readied her right hand to snatch the oncoming blade before touching down.

Suddenly, the unanticipated struck. Jax’s grasp on the sword slipped. Bare inches from her clutch. The blade flipped aside, and Zharina swiftly discerned he pursued a wholly different ploy. But what scheme? It proved irrelevant. No move he could muster in this stance would harm her.

Her feet struck the ground, and she drove the punch home. Jax gauged its path and twisted his neck to evade. But realization dawned—he’d been patterned in his dodges. She targeted the exact spot he’d veer toward. A narrow scrape loomed.

Thus, he performed a twist that sent violent protests through every neck bone. He contorted his neck past its natural bend. A technique honed precisely for such dire instants.

He bore the stabbing agony lancing through his spine as her fist whistled past his head. Near enough that the wind’s force whipped his hair aside.

Zharina reeled in surprise at his counter of nearly snapping his own neck. Yet even greater astonishment gripped her moments later when his right arm encircled her waist. Her own drive had hurled her flush into his torso. Precisely into his prepared embrace.

As she reeled from that collision, Jax’s left hand—the one she’d deemed a sword fumble—locked fingers with her right. That feigned blade strike never intended contact. Its purpose: draw her arm extended toward him. And now it was secured.

Smack in the heat of battle, the duo clasped hands and clutched one another like partners ready to glide across a dance hall.

Zharina geared up to smash her forehead into his nose over this outrage when Jax cut in first.

"You know, all this time I’ve been dreaming about you. About you and the memorable night we spent together last time."

His palm trailed down her back. Fingers brushing the firm hollow along her spine. She jerked reflexively from the touch.

With the earnestness of a confessor in a sacred hall and the slyness of a thief plundering it, Jax went on. "I’m seriously looking forward to our next moment together. But hey, I won’t force you this time around. That’s why I asked for a date. Because I know you’ll confess your feelings. And don’t you dare try to deny what you’re hiding."

His fingers lingered just over her rear. Toying with the stretchy edge of her form-fitting training pants. "Remember how these hips told me exactly how much you enjoyed it? How they moved on their own? Oh, and let’s not forget how your tight little pussy was welcoming my dick. Churning it with authority while leaking your own cum like it was trying to drown me."

His palm began gliding from her hips toward her core. Zharina, now flushed a deep crimson—whether from enraged humiliation at the recollection or another emotion—jerked alert. She knew full well what this rogue’s straying hand planned next.

She thrust him back with her left arm, chasing it with a kick dead into his chest. "I will kill you!"

Jax hurtled backward several meters. Slammed into the earth. Clawed at his chest as his lungs abandoned their sole duty. For seconds, he sprawled there, battling for breath.

Then the smirk emerged. "Got you."

He lifted his right hand. Perched upon it was Zharina’s gauntlet. Snatched straight from her fist.

Zharina gazed upon her exposed hand. Then shifted her eyes to his clutching one. It hit her then—she'd been outplayed right from the opening move of their clash. Every gesture. Every filthy remark. Every depraved murmur had been orchestrated with pinpoint accuracy to divert her total focus. As her thoughts reeled from his corruption, the grip of their linked hands escaped her notice. He'd eased the gauntlet free without the slightest opposition.

She hissed sharply. Her divine shield wavered and dimmed, now shielding merely half her frame. The strength enhancement plunged visibly.

Yet she fired back a grin. "Do you really think this changes anything? Even if you had taken away both of them, you still wouldn’t stand a chance."

Jax inspected the gauntlet clutched in his palm and replied. "Nah. One is enough for me. I just want to see if I haven’t forgotten the martial arts skills I learned to dominate that VR game Tekk Em. And honestly, what better sparring partner to test them on than the strongest hand-to-hand combat professor in this academy?"

He slid the gauntlet onto his right hand.

"So I’m just borrowing one. To make the fight fair."

Zharina’s face twisted into true panic. "Stop! You could die! Just like that dragon bastard who—"

Her sentence choked off as Jax froze solid. His form seized up. A subtle golden glow started coiling around his right arm before creeping over his entire body.

Within his thoughts, Echidna’s voice was already penning his death notice. "I will kill primordials if they dared to interrupt, he said. I knew he was the type who dies from his own foolishness. Don’t even know how he survived this long. But it’s really a relief seeing him dead after those degenerate speeches of his."

Stunned briefly by the abrupt muscle-searing rush of celestial energy fusing into his flesh, Jax recovered swiftly. "If you really think that was degenerate, then I’d suggest running far away from me. Because that was the mild version."

Echidna shrieked. "KYAAAH! I thought you passed out! How are you not struggling?!"

Jax flexed the gauntlet on his hand and declared. "Because I’m worthy. That’s all."

Before Echidna could press him, Zharina’s voice rang out from the arena’s far side. Baffled. Nearly insulted. "How can you..."

Her words faded away as well. But Jax offered her the identical response he'd given the voice in his head. "Because I’m worthy."

Zharina grappled with shock and fury at once. Her divine armament, the final bequest from her mentor, rested upon the fingers of a stranger it ought to have repelled savagely. Yet it yielded to him like its lifelong master.

Unbeknownst to her, Jax had deployed his copy magic to pilfer her mana imprint amid their heated tangle. Thus, the gauntlet assumed its true bearer remained in command.

Zharina could bear no more. She surged toward him with her full remaining might. Her lone gauntlet erupted in dense golden power.

Jax dropped into position. Legs spread wide. Fists chambered. Spine rigid. The Mishima Style Karate form from the VR game where he'd earned his hacker rep.

Each combatant now wielded half the divine armor’s safeguard. Jax’s right half gleamed with the slender golden veil of celestial defense. Zharina’s left mirrored it.

Two portions of one sacred relic. Divided amid warriors who scorned each other’s overweening pride.

And then the clash erupted. Fists rocketed forth in unison. Hers from the left. His from the right. Golden auras smashed together precisely between them.

The collision hurled air outward with ferocious force, shattering the arena floor under the ensuing shockwave while front-row onlookers clutched their faces against the blast as protective barriers crumbled.

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[A/N: The second Chapter of the day will drop in a few hours]