Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 405 The Eavesdroppers and the Heir

Jax and Athanasia watched the memories unfold between the strange couple.

Jax felt a deep and somewhat crawling embarrassment settle in his stomach.

He was sitting there peeking at a full sex scene between a father and mother while their actual daughter stood right beside him, eyes fixed on the same images.

He cursed Echidna under his breath. She was making the whole thing worse on purpose. Instead of a simple memory playback, she kept switching angles like a perverted film director.

At one point she even pulled the view completely outside the bedroom and showed a maid with her ears pressed flat against the wall, faces red as she listened to every wet sound and filthy word.

Jax had no idea how she could extract surrounding details from a single person’s memory. The power was an absurd cheat, one he already planned to abuse later.

That same cheat quickly turned into personal hell.

Another night of intimacy began to play.

Lysia’s voice came through first, thick with pleasure. "You’re getting better at this."

Athanor answered in his usual flat tone. "I’ve had a very demanding teacher."

Lysia’s pitch rose sharply. "Damn right you have. Mmh—"

The memory showed a more mature version of Lysia wrapped tightly around Athanor’s body. Her arms were locked around his neck, her legs clamped around his waist and buttocks, while he carried her across the room.

His cock was buried deep inside her wet, swollen pussy. Every step he took made him grind against her inner walls, rubbing the sensitive folds with each slow, heavy thrust.

Lysia gasped against his ear. "Don’t you dare finish before me."

Athanor’s voice stayed controlled even as his hips kept moving. "Then stop tightening your pussy around me like that."

A low-filthy moan spilled from Lysia as she deliberately clenched harder around him.

Meanwhile Jax’s own cock had already woken up to its ultimate form. The sudden tightness in his pants made the entire situation even more unbearable.

He slammed both hands over his crotch to hide the evidence and glanced sideways at Athanasia.

She was still staring at the scene with complete, unbroken focus. No shame. No blush. Not even the slightest flush on her cheeks.

The words left Jax’s mouth before he could stop them. "Like father like daughter."

He immediately regretted it. This was the worst possible moment to open his mouth. He braced himself, fully expecting her to unload every bit of rage she had been holding since the start of all this.

Nothing came. Her eyes never left the two figures locked together in the memory.

They were not the only ones spying on the couple.

Eislyn, the head maid, had her own private kink. Listening to the nightly exchanges between the Duke and Madam Lysia brought her a strange, quiet joy. She especially loved the moments when they still fought like cat and dog even while tangled in bed.

Inside the room Lysia’s voice rose again, half-complaint and half-moan. "You’re biting me harshly."

Athanor replied, his breath slightly uneven. "You marked me first. This is just interest. Hnngh—"

Eislyn slapped her own forehead outside the door and thought, ’When will these two start acting like a proper couple instead of lifelong arch-nemeses?’

She had watched their relationship shift over the past months. They were closer than ever before, yet they continued arguing over the smallest things every single day and night.

They were pure cat and dog forever at each other’s throats over nothing. Yet when it truly mattered, neither of them ever abandoned the other. No insult from the outside went unanswered. No hardship was faced alone.

Eislyn cursed herself for being such a pervert. She knew it was wrong, yet every night she still found herself standing outside that door.

One evening she caught two junior maids whispering on the other side of the wall, trying to peek through a narrow gap in the curtains.

One of them whispered nervously, "Chloe, are you sure we should be doing this? If we get caught the Duke will show no mercy. He’ll have our heads."

Chloe crossed her arms, eyes gleaming with stubborn curiosity. "Don’t back down now. Weren’t you the one who wanted to witness the Duke in action with his slave? I’m not letting you leave until I prove I was right. After tonight you’ll finally believe me. Madam Lysia really does bully him in bed... and he has a completely different personality when the doors are closed."

The first maid hesitated. "My curiosity is not greater than my life, Chloe."

That was when the voices from inside grew clearer and wetter.

Lysia’s breathless complaint floated through the door. "Hey... stop rubbing your whole face in my pussy. It’s tickling..."

A soft, broken moan followed. "A-ahh... mmm—"

Athanor’s voice came next, low and firm. "I’m not stopping unless you apologize to me for embarrassing me in front of my entire council."

Lysia let out a breathless laugh. "Then be it. Don’t cry later when I mess your face. I drank a lot today and I don’t think I can hold it anymore."

Outside, the first maid was still desperately searching for any tiny gap in the curtain. Chloe stood with her arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"That won’t help. Did you really think you could peek into the Duke’s bedroom that easily? If you’re so curious about watching them, then pray they move closer to the window. You’ll only see shadows, but trust me, it’s still a delight. Last night I came three times just from watching the Duke hold that monstrous cock of his like a sword."

A voice came from the other side. "So you were the culprit behind wetting the floor yesterday. And here I thought some fiend had pissed outside the Lord’s chamber."

Both maids panicked and shouted, "Kyaah—!"

They spun around and found Eislyn leaning against the opposite wall. Her expression was far scarier than the Duke’s on his worst day.

Before anyone could speak, Athanor’s voice came from inside the room, sharp and clear.

"Who’s there?"

All three maids scattered like startled birds, running in whatever direction their panic took them.

That escape was not Eislyn’s last. She continued her private hobby for years. With time she became a true professional at hiding. She even unlocked a special skill of identifying anyone walking the corridor simply by the sound of their footsteps.

More than four years passed.

Many things changed in that time. The two of them had matured, yet their cat-and-dog games never ended even after they became parents.

A child had been born from their constant intimacy. She was a little over three and a half years old now.

A full war had broken out between the parents over the girl’s name. In the end they reached a mutual agreement and combined their names. That was how the little one received the name Athanasia.

Her birth carried a heavy and dangerous complication. Marriage and children between celestials and those from outside Luminera were strictly forbidden.

Eislyn had tried everything in her power to convince them to abort. She warned them repeatedly that if the truth ever got out, both of them would be executed without mercy. She begged them to simply live together quietly, without a child and without marriage.

The stubborn pair refused. They were ready to challenge the entire world for the life they wanted.

Athanor then revealed the plan he had been quietly preparing. Once he won the Primordial Ascension, he would not hand the wish over to Zeus. Instead he would ask the gods to allow him to leave Luminera with his family and settle on the human continent without anyone from the upper realm being permitted to hunt them.

He knew Zeus would never accept such a betrayal quietly. The godlike-king would send his army of slaves living in the mortal realm to punish them.

That was why the second half of the wish was necessary — a binding condition that no one from Luminera would be allowed to plot against him or his family.

Everything moved forward according to that plan.

During the day Athanor and Lysia trained hard while spending every free moment with their daughter, who was never allowed to set foot outside the palace grounds. The entire staff had been forced into a strict mana oath of silence regarding the child’s existence.

And At night their bed wars continued without pause, and so did Eislyn’s quiet listening from the corridor.

Then, one night, little Athanasia woke up from her sleep at midnight.

She rubbed her eyes cutely with the back of her small hands, then turned her head left and right, searching the empty room. When she found no one beside her, her lips pushed out in a tiny pout. "Mama... Papa..."

"Where did you go? Are you playing hide-and-seek again? That’s not fair... Athanasia is scared."

When no one answered, she slid down from the big bed and walked out of the room on her short legs, searching for her parents.