Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 3 : Paige’s Slave**

‘What the hell is happening... am I turned into some sex slave?’

Jax stood rooted to the spot, his mind reeling. The Paige Rayne sprawled across the bed ahead of him bore no resemblance to her game version.

In the game, she exuded a chilly, aloof aura. But now, her face and tone brimmed with intense desire and authority.

‘This side of her is completely unlike the original. Plus, who exactly is Jax? He never appeared alongside her or the heroine in the game. So why am I in his shoes?’

His chest constricted. That idea felt like iron bars closing in.

‘I’m finished. How can I survive as a slave like this?’

His gut churned even more fiercely.

Sudden insight flashed through him.

‘Hold on... didn’t the maid address me as master before? If she did, then I must hold some position here. I’m not total garbage. I need full details first. But right now, I’ve got to deal with this mess or I’m toast.’

Paige shifted her leg languidly.

The sleek stocking clung to her thigh, black silk stretched taut over her flesh. She raised her leg his way, then flexed her toes while issuing a sharp, imperious yelp.

"Come on. What’s the delay? Get moving."

Her command stabbed into his ears.

He had no clue what it demanded or meant.

Yet from the quest, the circumstances, and the chaos overwhelming him, one truth stood crystal clear.

Tonight, he would definitely surrender his virginity.

‘Damn... with these pathetic stats? This frail body? If I attempt to satisfy her like this, I doubt I’ll survive even one go. I’ll drop dead right away.’

He swallowed hard and advanced. His hands stretched toward her elevated leg. With shaking fingers, he seized the stocking’s rim and eased it downward.

Paige’s gaze sharpened at once.

"What do you think you’re doing, you worthless son? Forgotten my instructions already? Or do you crave another beating to jog your memory?"

His thoughts went empty.

‘How she instructed me? What technique? None of this rings a bell. And... did she call me son? Sure, bastard too, but son? The game heroine has no brother. What’s that imply? Do I perish before the academy even kicks off? Or am I a fresh character slotted into this timeline?’

His insides plummeted.

‘Crap. I truly am screwed.’

Still, his stare returned to Paige.

‘Concentrate. What’s my move? How do I figure it out? She has a special way to strip her stocking, and I’m clueless. She’ll spot I’m not her real son soon. Then I’m done for.’

Before further deliberation, she adjusted her position once more. Her free leg rose elegantly, then shoved solidly against his shoulder.

"Use your mouth to remove it."

His eyes bulged.

‘How revolting...’

Yet resistance failed; his body bent ahead. Lips met the stocking. Teeth gripped the border, and he yanked it off.

The material glided gradually from her flawless skin via his mouth.

Her voice lashed out anew.

"I haven’t got forever. Today’s labors have worn me out. And you, foolish boy, drag this out longer than ever. You sure know how to rile me up, don’t you?"

Her piercing stare impaled him.

She tacked on icily, "Speed it up. Straight to the climax."

Her words sealed it. She awaited his action.

He stiffened once more.

‘Climax... she demands I screw her. Immediately. In this form. With my lousy stats? Hell.’

Jax grasped her intent perfectly. He swallowed, then compelled his quivering hands onward. Shirt discarded. Pants dropped.

Now only underwear shielded him, his erection straining the cloth. His cheeks flamed. Shyness blocked the final strip.

Paige’s eyes roamed his frame.

Then, reclining on the bed, she looped her legs round his waist and yanked him atop her.

"You’re botching every step tonight. Feeling ill? Or did you unearth fresh tricks to cheer me?"

Jax’s pulse thundered.

‘Perfect chance. Following her lead spells exposure. But a slight pivot... could grant me time.’

He met her gaze directly. "I studied new techniques. All for you."

Her eyes slitted, then flickered with intrigue.

"If that’s your so-called research... it and you have irritated me even more."

He swallowed, paralyzed.

Yet she flashed a subtle grin.

"Still, I appreciate the effort. I like your grasp of position. Perhaps you outshine your father. That fool barely lasted one round. His tiny dick was laughable. No idea why I took him as a husband. Truth be told, neither of my two husbands measured up. Their deaths brought relief. Worthless trash."

Her tone blended poison with raw hunger.

"But once they departed, I felt so horny. Now I'm trapped here with their illegitimate son."

Her stare pierced straight into him.

"Come on. I won't stop until we've done at least five rounds."

Jax's throat turned parched.

’I'm doomed. Utterly fucking doomed. Five rounds? With just one stamina? No way. This'll be history's worst death. If my fans found out, the shame alone would kill me twice over.’

His cock throbbed even more fiercely beneath his underwear, precum already seeping out. He seized it, squeezing with his palm.

’Tiny... around five inches perhaps. Even this betrays me. Total joke.’

Suddenly, his eyes flew wide.

’Hold on... the shop. Spotted an item there before. That could work. But devotion points are required. DP at zero currently. Gotta rack up points quick.’

Thoughts raced through his head at top speed.

He held back from exposing his cock. Leaning over Paige instead, his shaky hands tugged her gown downward. Her full, heavy breasts tumbled out, nipples stiff and erect.

His cock leaped once more.

He leaned in, lips meeting her left breast as he began to lick.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it gently. Then he shifted to the other breast, sucking and lapping for a solid minute.

Nothing happened.

’No points? Damn... not even this?’

He licked once more, with greater force and duration. Yet another minute passed. Zilch.

His chest rose and fell rapidly. Sweat trickled from his brow. Desperation gnawed at his mind.

He slid downward, tongue trailing over her stomach.

Points still absent.

’Crap... this fails too. What's the trick I'm overlooking?’

Panic surged in his thoughts. At last, driven by sheer desperation, he descended further. Fingers hooked into her underwear and yanked it off.

His eyes bulged the moment it came into view.

Her pussy was stunningly beautiful, pristine, irresistibly perfect—almost too ideal to be real. Glossy pink lips, sleek and slick, like nothing but porn had ever shown him.

His cock spasmed wildly inside his underwear. All resistance—until this point—had vanished. Control over his body slipped away rapidly.

He swallowed hard, craving it intensely.

’Points... I require them immediately. Without them, I'm finished.’

His head dipped low. Tongue made contact with her pussy.

Paige let out a soft gasp.

"Mmm..."

That noise electrified his entire frame.

Buoyed, he licked anew.

His tongue moved quicker, teasing her clit, circling her slick folds.

Her moans grew in volume.

"Ahhh... yes..."

A subtle glow appeared in his vision.

[Devotion Point +2]

His heart pounded with joy.

’Yes! It actually worked! Holy crap, it worked!’

He dove back in, tongue lashing frantically in desperation.

Paige’s hips jerked, her cries intensifying.

"Ahhh... don’t stop... mmm..."

Yet another glow.

[Devotion Point +1]

His mouth soaked in her nectar, he lapped with more vigor. Tongue darted, swirled, plunged inside, savoring it all.

Her back bowed, fingers clutching the bedding.

"Ahhh... yes... mmm... right there..."

Additional alerts popped up.

[Devotion Point +2]

[Devotion Point +1]

[Devotion Point +2]

His chest panted heavily, tongue relentlessly active.

The room echoed with her moans, blended with the sloppy noises of his frantic tonguing.