Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 302 : Max Level Unlocked (Dick Nearly Didn’t Survive)

Both Jax and Sianna found themselves utterly spent, disoriented, and resting uncomfortably upon a makeshift bed of unsuitable materials. The preceding twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind, far more intense than any of the ferocious beasts that roamed the vicinity. Jax had systematically subjugated every creature foolish enough to disrupt his cultivation session.

He had instilled sheer terror in the eyes of beasts that were considered the apex predators of this domain. Furthermore, those who still dared to underestimate Jax ultimately became his personal floor coverings. His makeshift mattress. His very furniture.

A dire Griffin. A dire Behemoth. A multi-headed Hydra. And a multitude of other colossal nightmares now lay scattered across the terrain, several of their limbs conspicuously absent. Positioned atop this soft, defeated menagerie stood the undeniable testament to how Jax and Sianna had occupied their time over the past day and night. Without pause. Relentlessly. High upon a veritable mountain of vanquished foes, a sight that would undoubtedly send lesser individuals into a state of abject terror.

The entirety of the night was dedicated to... intimate activities. And when the sun rose, what then? More intimate activities.

The passage of time had only managed to alter the composition of the pile beneath them and the state of Sianna's intimate areas, which were certainly not in a condition a healer would deem 'normal.'

The clear imprints of their relentless encounters were vividly evident through her throbbing, ravaged intimate flesh. Even in her sleep, her posterior bore witness to the same tale. The soft, pink inner lining of her rectum had partially everted, a glistening mound blooming from her stretched opening, pulsing in rhythm with her labored breaths.

Her exquisite lingerie was in tatters, ripped in numerous places. Her once firm breasts were now swollen and veined from the ceaseless exertion. Her posterior and neck mirrored this narrative, adorned with an array of bruises and bite marks.

Currently, both her intimate flesh and posterior felt hollow, incomplete. A sense of absence pervaded, as if something crucial were missing. This was due to his member having been a near-constant presence within them for the past twenty-four hours. The only respite her swollen regions received was the chilling caress of the late-night breeze.

Jax, too, was in a dire state. He reclined upon the beastly platform, struggling against the fiery itch that plagued his engorged, crimson member. Dehydration, perspiration, dizziness – all symptoms assailed him simultaneously. The sheer agony in his cock, a consequence of pushing his physical limits beyond measure, made him yearn to plunge it into anything cold, simply for a moment's relief.

In response, he reached for the upper torso of a Lamia from the pile. This serpentine monster, a creature of envy, had been bisected mid-struggle when it foolishly chose to attack Sianna during their intimate engagement upon noticing her receiving Jax's undivided attention. The protective Jax had cleaved the beast in two without even withdrawing.

And now, observing its lifeless mouth agape, radiating a frigid aura from the residual frozen mana within its serpentine form, Jax's instincts took over. He thrust his burning member into the Lamia's mouth, seeking a much-needed cooling sensation to alleviate the pain.

He had underestimated the toll his eagerness, his hunger for points, would take on his body. Yet, here he was. Reclining in an inverted position atop a mound of deceased monsters, utilizing the severed mouth of a snake woman as a personal ice pack.

He drifted into sleep in precisely that manner. His member resting within the mouth of a deceased Lamia. Perched on a cliff, beneath the celestial expanse.

The only true respite they had managed to snatch was during the afternoon, when the rumbling of their starved stomachs grew more insistent than the sounds of impact or exertion. Consequently, Jax ventured back to the camp to procure sustenance.

The chivalrous Jax even personally attended to Sianna's feeding. Initially, he mistook her refusal to eat as a display of petulance. However, after issuing a direct command and observing her complete lack of response, he realized her refusal stemmed from physical inability. She could not muster the strength to sit up. Her lower extremities were entirely incapacitated.

Thus, he fed her. He provided her with water. Subsequently, he administered a healing potion, which restored sufficient strength for her to regain basic functionality.

And then, he showered her with his affection once more.

He engaged in intimate activities with her, pinning her against a tree. He positioned her upside down, her grip tenuous on the fangs of a deceased Griffin, while he intimately entered her from behind. The entire day was consumed by wicked and demeaning positions as Jax treated her as his personal plaything, intent on accumulating every required point.

Their cries of pleasure and shared moments resounded throughout the entire cliff face, to the extent that even the remaining beasts in the vicinity felt too mortified to utter their own mating calls.

Returning to the present moment. Late at night.

Jax struggled to keep his eyes open. The moon had resumed its position above the cliff, and the biting cold air stung his exposed skin. While fighting to remain conscious, he manipulated his system interface.

[Total Devotion Points: 6,002]

The instant the six-thousand-point threshold was breached, Jax withdrew and let out a sigh of relief. It was precisely the amount needed for his objective.

He navigated through his system's various menus until he reached the shop. He scrolled through the available items until his gaze landed upon the one he had ardently desired.

[LEVEL UP ENHANCEMENT]

[Description: Instantly increases Host’s level by 1. Stackable.]

[Price: 100 DP]

The fifty percent limited discount had vanished long before Jax stopped considering the item. It represented an instant advantage in the game, which would have stripped away all the enjoyment. However, he was out of options. The world seemed to be conspiring against him, and he needed to become powerful enough to put everyone in their proper place.

Thus, he made his choice.

[Purchase: Level Up Enhancement x60]

[Total Cost: 6,000 DP]

[Confirm? YES / NO]

’Just do it.’

[PURCHASE CONFIRMED]

[LEVEL UP: 40 → 41]

[LEVEL UP: 41 → 42]

[LEVEL UP: 42 → 43]

The influx of notifications continued relentlessly.

[LEVEL UP: 56 → 57]

[LEVEL UP: 71 → 72]

[LEVEL UP: 88 → 89]

Until, at long last.

[LEVEL UP: 99 → 100]

[LEVEL UP COMPLETE]

With a grin that strained the last reserves of energy on his face, he accessed his status screen.

[CHAMPION STATUS: JAX RAYNE]

[LEVEL: 100 / 100] [MAX]

[HP: 200,000 / 200,000]

[MP: 20,000 / 20,000]

[EXPERIENCE: 1,000,300 / ∞]

(Host has reached maximum level. Most attributes have hit their max limit along with HP and MP. However, certain attributes such as reflexes, IQ, and others can continue to grow with additional experience.)

Jax could barely decipher the figures through his heavily lidded eyes, yet a profound sense of satisfaction resonated deep within him. His arduous efforts had yielded their rewards; those imposing numbers were now his.

He simply succumbed to sleep. Victorious.

Sianna, however, was not content to wait for him to fall unconscious. She was watching the clock, anticipating the expiration of the twenty-four-hour period. It had not been a full day since Jax had released her, the moment he achieved his minimum point threshold.

As the binding sigil on her chest illuminated one final time before vanishing, Sianna’s lips curled into a smile.

She began to stir. Her muscles throbbed fiercely the instant she lifted her torso. Her legs, unresponsive and numb, failed to cooperate. She felt nothing from her waist down. Yet, the burning desire for vengeance propelled her forward, forcing her body towards him against the agonious protests of every nerve fiber.

Towards his sword, which stood defiantly upright, impaled through the skull of the Behemoth.

She finally reached it. Her trembling hands clasped the hilt, and with a surge of effort, she dislodged it.

Then, she commenced her crawl towards him. Painfully slow. Every minute movement sent waves of agony through her battered form. His seed still slickly oozed from her private parts with every shift of her hips, marking a glistening trail across the beastly remains beneath her, intensifying the inferno of fury within her veins.

Reaching his back, she hoisted the sword high above his head. Aiming directly for his skull.

And brought it down with all her might.