Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 305 : The Leaf Itself Asks Permission To Fall

Hurrying towards the academy, Jax bid a swift goodbye back at Sianna’s duchy. The moment he mentioned being late for his class, Sianna promptly arranged her personal carriage for his departure.

The ride was quite enjoyable for Jax. A Pegasi pulled the carriage from the center, while four abyssal hounds towed it from the sides. Its speed was astonishing. He hadn't anticipated that simply mentioning the need for a carriage would result in one being provided without any objection.

However, that journey was undoubtedly swifter than it had any right to be.

Upon reaching the academy gates, no guard dared to halt him. They had become quite familiar with him over the past month. The individual who bullied noble children, humiliated kings, and treated the academy as his personal playground was not someone you'd request identification from.

Jax paid no mind to his surroundings. He dashed through the halls, arriving at Class 1-A, his assigned classroom. As he entered, a commotion was in full swing. Multiple altercations were occurring simultaneously. Heated debates erupted in corners. Groups had already formed, and targets had been designated by the bullies. Weaker students were being cornered and manhandled.

Jax paid no attention to the bullying. He believed it served a purpose for their own good. The challenges they faced would either break them or forge them into something more resilient.

Consequently, he simply walked to his podium. As he moved across the room, gazes followed him from one student to another until the last one, a boy belting a bespectacled child, finally turned to acknowledge the newcomer.

A single slam of his palm on the desk was all it took. The entire class fell into an immediate silence.

Jax declared, "Everyone, settle down. Quickly. We have limited time, and I won't be repeating myself."

Every student found their seat in under three seconds.

Jax retrieved the attendance register from the podium, showing no signs of apology for his tardiness. He scanned the names. A few had a star next to them, along with a note at the bottom of the page.

"Professor, please do not make enemies of these students."

He recognized the handwriting. It belonged to Roxana.

She had been promoted, leaving no assistant to oversee his class during his absence. This misfortune weighed on him today, as he knew a torrent of complaints about the fights and bullying that transpired unnoticed would surely follow. He sighed. He was accustomed to Lysandra’s reprimands by now.

He began reading Roxana's notations beside the starred names. The daughter of Veldora’s top assassin group. The granddaughter of the Archmage. The daughter of the Remnant Hall guildmaster. The sister of Professor Kessiri Talli’nah. The son of one of the academy's benefactors. And the titles continued, ceaseless. Baron. Sage. Spyhouse heir. The Underworld king’s nephew. This and that, and more, until Jax banged the attendance book on the podium.

He mused, 'Damn their titles. It's not like I care. But seeing so many 'golden spoons' in one room, I can bet this class will be even worse than the last one.'

Composing himself, he read the very first name. "Athanasia L. Valte—"

Before he could finish, the bell rang, signaling the end of his lecture.

Jax glanced at the clock. It read 11 AM. His entire hour-long lecture had been condensed into less than three minutes.

However, his expression remained unfazed. He simply stated in a level tone, "I will record today's attendance in tomorrow's class. So, be present. And on time, of course. I can be rather strict with latecomers."

He began to depart when a voice called out from the seats, "How can you just walk away like that?!"

Jax turned. He spotted a boy sitting next to a girl he remembered from a couple of days prior. Sianna’s daughter. Whose name he had already forgotten.

The boy continued, "You arrive late, utter three words, and then have the audacity to lecture us about punctuality? Do you have any clue who is seated in this room right now?"

He stood up from his seat.

"Do you know who my father is? Or do you have any idea what most of our families do? If even one of us complains about your lateness today, which could lead to numerous political repercussions due to the factions forming here, you will not only lose your job but—"

Jax flicked a pen at him.

The boy narrowly dodged. His head turned sharply to follow the pen's trajectory as it struck the wall behind him, leaving a dark ink stain on the stone.

He spun back towards Jax, his face contorted in anger. But upon turning, Jax was already mere inches from his face, standing directly in front of his desk without the boy having heard a single footstep.

Jax inquired, "But what?"

The boy’s mouth went rigid.

"Listen, whoever you are. Feel free to complain to whomever you wish. I couldn't care less. But hear this for the final time, as I will not repeat myself: As long as I step into this classroom, you are within my domain. And in my domain, even the leaves ask permission before they fall."

His gaze remained fixed, unwavering.

"I will overlook this transgression, acknowledging my own fault. However, should you presume to address me so disrespectfully in my presence again, leniency will not be shown. If you doubt my resolve, inquire with your seniors."

Jax turned, his gaze briefly meeting the furious stare of Sianna’s daughter, whose eyes blazed with pure animosity.

He exited the classroom, delivering his parting words: "I expect your punctuality tomorrow at precisely nine. Ensure all of you are present."

Proceeding to his next lecture, scheduled from eleven until one, Jax noted the profound silence upon his entry, a stark testament to his intimidating presence. A multitude of students regarded him with a mixture of awe, apprehension, and admiration.

His attention was drawn to Astrid, who initially offered a welcoming smile, only to purse her lips and avert her gaze abruptly. The other students, whom he had subdued in recent weeks, sat with newfound discipline, acutely aware of his volatile temper and unpredictable nature.

He addressed the class: "It appears some have failed to advance to the second year. Nonetheless, I am surprised by the turnout, considering the caliber of students present. The academy seems to be lowering its standards. Regardless, this is of no concern to me. Let us commence the lesson."

His eyes then landed on Lilith, positioned beside a young man.

Jax commanded, "You with the disfigured nose, stand and swap seats with Seraphina. Let this be a warning: if I ever witness you seated beside Student Lilith again, I shall pulverize that already mangled nose of yours."

The boy scrambled to his feet in sheer terror, moving to sit by Draven, while Seraphina took her place beside Lilith with a delighted chuckle.

The lecture continued for two hours. As it concluded, Jax, en route to Nyara’s for lunch, found himself encircled by a group of alluring young women before he could traverse ten steps.

Lilith, Seraphina, and Elira were engaged in a discussion with him, their expressions etched with concern, not for past events, but for the impending day.

Jax exclaimed with feigned surprise, his voice laced with a hint of bewilderment, "What do you mean I must babysit students once more? And what is this talk of a rank evaluation test?"

Seraphina explained, "It is a formal examination for the first-year cohort, used to assign them their yearly ranks. The notice was distributed, and it explicitly names you as the evaluator for one of the groups."

She added, the implication clear, "Which could prove rather inconvenient."

Jax responded, a mock grimace on his face, "Inconvenient? Ouch...!"

The instant the word escaped his lips, a sharp prick registered in his posterior. He glanced down to see a minuscule purple needle descending towards the ground. The arcane signature of the projectile was unmistakable.

Scanning his surroundings, his gaze settled upon Astrid, concealed behind a pillar. Her eyes, sharp and deadly, were fixed upon him.

Behind that intense stare lay a potent cocktail of jealousy, directed not only at the young women currently surrounding him but also at the future additions who would undoubtedly join their ranks.