Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 301 : Suffering Is A Universal Language

Jax maintained his icy demeanor and monotone voice. "The individual in line for that fate has merely been replaced. It's the same outcome your mother now faces, as she must submit and yield her body for a mere twenty-four hours. In contrast, Elira would have endured until her spirit broke, leading her to take her own life."

He advanced towards Delphine.

"Where was your outrage and your sense of justice then? Why did your crusader persona remain dormant when my student was staring into the abyss?"

She fell silent.

But Jax pressed on. "Where were your tears? Your grand pronouncements on morality and justice when my student was facing perdition? Why did your righteous conscience remain dormant until suffering arrived at your very doorstep?"

Grinding her teeth, she glared at the floor. Jax lifted her chin with the flat of his sword, forcing their eyes to meet once more.

"Nothing to say?" he taunted softly. "Good. Cling to that silence. For the truth you're struggling to accept is the fundamental principle of this existence. Every crime left unpunished is a debt incurred against the future. Your mother squandered her life, financing it with the anguish and tears of others, firmly believing her elevated status placed her beyond the reach of any debt collector."

His voice remained level, devoid of any need for amplification. "However, she made the gravest error by drawing the attention of the most merciless collector imaginable."

He continued in that same flat tone. "I anticipate your attendance in my class soon. Fate, however, has afforded you a preview of my teachings. I am here to demonstrate that the universe does not contort itself to suit your mother's sense of entitlement. Suffering is a universal dialect, and today, your family shall learn to converse in it fluently."

He turned back towards Sianna, his sword still in hand, and began to walk. As he reached her, the tip of his blade brushed against the flimsy strip of cloth veiling her intimate parts, dragging it along as he passed. The fabric met the keen edge and, in moments, tore asunder, exposing the glistening flesh beneath.

Delphine observed her mother standing there in the revealing bunny attire, attempting to shield her vulnerable state with whatever shred of dignity remained. Yet, despite the circumstances, Sianna's gaze retained its commanding authority as she addressed her daughter and ordered.

"Delphine. Return to the encampment immediately. This is the price I must pay for my carelessness and for being deceived by this scoundrel."

She added, her voice laced with resolve, "But be assured. Soon, I shall bathe in his blood."

Jax seized her by the neck from behind. "You still fail to grasp it, don't you? You haven't understood your errors, the sins that brought you to this predicament."

He sat upon the grass and scattered petals, leisurely stroking her intimate area with his palm before settling. "But it matters little. Our intimate session will undoubtedly impart some wisdom."

Positioning his legs to cradle hers, he forcibly parted her thighs with a swift movement, guiding her body down onto his lap. He then gestured towards his erect manhood.

"Ride it. Show me what a true bitch you are."

Sianna glanced back at her daughter one final time, her expression one of defeat. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Just leave."

Delphine turned, pausing beside her. "Even if he somehow endures this ordeal, I will ensure he finds no refuge within the academy. I will guarantee that the final laugh is mine for what he has inflicted."

With those words, she departed, each step fueled by burning rage.

Sianna turned back to Jax, his smug face mere inches from hers. Before the binding's stipulations could be invoked by her hesitation, she shoved his chest, sending him flat onto the ground. She then climbed atop him, clasped his manhood in her hand, and guided it towards her core.

Then, she descended.

Her intimate expanse enveloped him entirely in a single, deep motion. Her inner walls stretched around his considerable length inch by painstaking inch as she lowered herself. The damp folds clung to him with such tenacity that Jax felt the searing heat before the pleasure, followed by the slick lubrication coating every surface of his shaft as her body reluctantly yielded to someone it was never intended to accept.

Jax gasped, his breath momentarily stolen. His hands shot to her buttocks, gripping them tightly, his hips thrusting upward with a speed that countered the agonizingly slow pace she attempted to maintain.

He grunted through ragged breaths, "Come now. I anticipated a more fervent encounter, observing the fury blazing in your eyes. Or is your body perhaps too delicate for such intensity?"

She responded only by grinding her teeth. Jax disapproved.

"Duchess. Let's try an exercise. Why don't you move that," he squeezed both her cheeks, "like a seasoned whore, all while begging for my cock?"

Sianna's simmering fury offered him no discernible harm. Yet, she understood that defiance was not an option; she had no choice but to comply with whatever depravity spilled from his lips.

She shifted her position, readying herself for the coming shame. Then, her backside began to move of its own accord, finding a rhythm that drove Jax’s arousal deeper within her with each sway of her hips. Her inner thighs brushed his length in tightening spirals, while her own cervix pulsed against the tip of his manhood with every profound thrust.

Struggling, she managed to utter, her voice conveying anything but genuine pleas, "Professor. Fuck me harder. Punish my pussy before... well, enjoy your day while it lasts."

Each word was laced with venom, cleverly masked as submission. A woman begging through gritted teeth, her eyes promising retribution the moment the allotted time expired.

Even her fury was palpable in the motion of her hips. The impact of her flesh against his was fierce, punishing, and loud. Yet, in truth, it was her own vulva that paid the price for her rage. His member plunged deeper with every hurried and reckless downward slam of her body.

The slippery sounds of his cock disappearing into her mingled with the sharp smacks of skin on skin. Jax reveled in her degradation, adding his own cadence by spanking her rear between movements.

A moan involuntarily escaped her lips, despite her every attempt to suppress it.

[DP +3] x5 → [DP +15]

[DP +2] x5 → [DP +10]

[DP +4] x5 → [DP +20]

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Her nether regions grew increasingly slick with each impact and slap. The passage became moist and sticky, his shaft gliding within her with diminished resistance but amplified sensation with every stroke. Jax felt himself nearing his climax. His body yearned to release its essence within her, to fill her completely and let the warmth overflow.

But he restrained himself. With a guttural cry that ripped through his chest, his nails dug into her already reddened backside, compelling her hips to cease their motion altogether.

Sianna, bewildered by the abrupt cessation and his anguished expression, suspected something had gone awry with him.

Then, Jax’s emerging grin provided the answer. He wasn't finished. Not by a long shot.

He leaned forward, pushing her body down until she was forced into a doggy posture, her face pressed against the grass littered with fallen petals. He then expectorated onto her posterior.

Sianna, realizing his intent, protested immediately. "Wait. You can't—"

However, glancing at his wicked eyes and knowing the harsh command he would issue if she refused, a far worse prospect, she clamped her mouth shut. Her fingers dug into the grass beneath her, crushing the blades in her grip. She felt the immense head of his manhood pressing against her backdoor, attempting to breach an entrance that had never been prepared for such intimacy.

As Jax strained to push through, his gaze caught a flicker of movement in the encroaching darkness.

A dire tiger. Striding directly towards them from amidst the trees.

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