Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 300 : Beautiful Hypocrisy

[The System finds its host's actions most enjoyable and encourages a more vigorous engagement. As a token of appreciation, the System has bestowed a special item. Access your inventory for details.]

Jax immediately checked his inventory and located the newly acquired item.

[Midnight Bunny Set x1]

[Outfit (Black / Casual Roleplay) — No magical enhancements]

A look of profound satisfaction graced his features as he observed the outfit's icon. Without the slightest hesitation, he materialized it.

An ornate box appeared from thin air. Placing it on the ground before Sianna, he spoke, "My queen, why not grace us by trying these on? I have a strong premonition they will look absolutely magnificent upon you."

Sianna emitted a dismissive sound, "Tsk."

Jax unlatched the box, revealing its contents one by one. First, a bunny headband crowned with two prominent ears. Next, a delicate, small bow. Following that was the pièce de résistance: a black top ingeniously designed to cover her lower body, complete with a fluffy bunny tail adorning its rear. Lastly, a pair of sheer black stockings completed the ensemble.

He offered a silent, internal thanks to the System. This would prove most useful should his reserves of drive or stamina begin to wane.

Then, his attention fell upon Sianna, who was now crushing the headband in her grasp. Her simmering anger imbued her grip with a force greater than any physical attack she had mustered that day.

Jax seized her hand firmly, his voice devoid of emotion as he declared, "Do not compel me to repeat myself. Well before the oath has a chance to exact its penalty upon you, I shall administer my own punishment. And I will ensure you comprehend the consequences of persistently grating on my nerves."

Though she continued to curse him under her breath, the stark reality of her predicament was undeniable. There was no escape. Resolutely swallowing her pride, she vowed internal retribution, promising herself she would make him pay dearly once this ordeal concluded.

For the time being, she donned the bunny headband. Then, rising, she reached for the black top and pulled it on from beneath. Finally, the sheer black stockings were slid up her pale legs.

The instant she finished, Jax encircled her waist with his arms, drawing her back slightly. With one hand, he elevated her right leg, and as they both remained standing, he rested it upon his shoulder, stretching her body into a perfect split against him.

"You see? That was rather simple, wasn't it? And for the remainder of this day, I kindly request that you do not disrupt my contentment. I am, for the most part, an even-tempered individual. Indeed, who can say what unfortunate events might befall your duchy should word spread that their duchess met her demise during a beast subjugation, a victim of some savage creature?"

With those words, he released the support he had provided. Sianna's immediate reaction was to instinctively wrap her arms around his neck, preventing a fall. Simultaneously, his hand found the hem of the revealing top, grasping the fabric and pulling it taut against her core, sending a palpable jolt through her body.

Having rendered the fabric sufficiently wet and pliable, he parted it with his fingers, unveiling the moist entrance that lay beneath.

"Exquisite," he murmured, taking in the complete scene. The pose. The attire. The moonlit ambiance. And, naturally, the form and exposed intimate area of Sianna, adorned as his personal bunny upon the precipice of a cliff.

He positioned himself, intending to commence the intimate cultivation session. The delicate edges of his manhood met the yielding lips of her vulva, warmth embracing moisture. Just as the initial thrust was imminent, a sensation registered. Dense mana. Approaching with alarming speed.

His survival instincts surged, prompting an immediate separation from Sianna as an arrow pierced the exact space his head had occupied mere moments before.

Jax was incandescent with rage. He had been thwarted at the precipice of consummation, interrupted once more. His gaze, burning with pure fury, fixed upon the source of the projectile, where he perceived Sianna's daughter standing approximately thirty meters away. Her hand was clasped around a sleek bow, her expression one of murderous intent.

Before either Jax or Delphine could unleash their pent-up ire, Sianna intervened. "Delphine! How could you possibly dare to defy my express command?!"

Delphine, for the first time in her life, directly contradicted her mother. Her voice, amplified by an intensity previously unheard, rang out. "Mother! I can no longer bear witness to this! You may impose any punishment you deem fit! Even the ultimate sentence! But I refuse to permit him to lay a hand upon you any longer! I shall cleave him in twain right here, right now!"

She drew the bowstring taut. An arrow materialized spontaneously, its tip aimed directly at Jax's chest.

Sianna pleaded, "Cease this! Exercise rational thought! There is no conceivable way this scoundrel will succumb so readily! He possesses the authority to order me to terminate your life, or my own, or to perpetrate deeds of far greater horror!"

Delphine's eyes conveyed unyielding resolve, her aim unwavering. "Then let it be so. I would sooner embrace death than remain passive."

She added, her voice trembling, "However, I give you my solemn promise that I shall drag him down with me before he dares to lay another hand upon you."

Her voice vibrated with righteous fury. "You fiend. How dare your depraved mind conjure the audacity to inflict such torment upon my mother. How dare you permit me to hear her cries of anguish. How dare you force my eyes to bear witness to this reprehensible act."

Her fingers tightened their constricting grip on the bowstring. "You shall forfeit your wretched life as recompense."

She released the arrow. In that critical instant, Jax snatched his sword from the ground and surged towards her, expertly evading the projectile mid-charge. He closed the distance in mere seconds, bringing his blade to bear directly upon Delphine's throat.

A piercing scream tore from Sianna’s throat, “NO! Don’t do it!”

Jax, however, paid her no mind. His sword plunged forward without hesitation. Delphine shut her eyes tight, steeling herself for what she believed was the inevitable end.

Yet, no searing pain or jarring impact followed.

Opening her eyes, she found Jax mere inches from her face. His blade had sliced past her delicate, pointed vampire ears, completely unscathed. Suddenly, a choked gasp and gurgling cry erupted from behind her, the sound of a life being strangled by cold steel.

She whirled around to witness Jax’s sword protruding from the throat of a monstrous dire wolf that had been poised to strike her from the rear. The creature’s cavernous jaws remained frozen mid-lunge, mere inches from where her neck had been moments before.

He had undeniably saved her life. Choosing to intervene when he could have so easily let her perish.

Delphine offered no word of thanks, no question of his motives. The deep-seated animosity she harbored still burned too fiercely, leaving no room for gratitude to take root. She turned back to confront him, her eyes blazing with a desire for vengeance.

And met his chilling gaze.

With a fluid motion, he withdrew his sword. A spray of crimson blood cascaded onto Delphine's shoulder as the brutal beast crumpled to the ground behind her.

His voice, devoid of any discernible emotion, resonated with a stark, hollow quality. His expression mirrored the unvarnished truth.

“Vile? Sinful? A monster? Truly, a beautiful display of hypocrisy. When your mother held the reins, systematically crushing the innocent, your world lauded it as nobility and grace. But the instant I seize that same bridle from her grasp and tighten it around her own neck, it’s suddenly deemed a transgression.”

He casually shifted his sword to rest upon his shoulder. “You may label me as you wish. But know this, I am but a mirror reflecting your mother’s transgressions, finally returning to claim what is owed.”