Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 : Breaking Point[3]**

Zinnia stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the polished floor. Her eyes were wide, locked on the scene before her.

Jax had entered the dining room behind her mother. He wasn’t wearing any bottoms he was naked from the waist down, his thick, veiny cock swinging heavy between his legs without a hint of shame.

Zinnia didn’t understand what was happening until he looked to her mother’s seat at the center of the table and dropped into it like he owned the place. Then he grabbed Jennifer’s waist and yanked her down onto his lap.

In the brief angle switch, Zinnia caught a glimpse from behind her mother—Jennifer’s bottom clothes were torn, ripped apart not by scissors but by some monster’s claws, the fabric shredded around her thighs exposing red marks.

Jax adjusted his throbbing cock with one hand, lining up the swollen purple head against Jennifer’s battered pussy lips. She’d been stuffed and pounded for over four hours straight now, her folds puffy and raw, swollen like overripe fruit begging for mercy.

The pain screamed through her every nerve stinging fire with each stretch but she didn’t argue, didn’t beg. She just sank down as he pushed her hips, her wrecked cunt swallowing his seven-inch shaft inch by filthy inch.

the sloppy squelch echoed as he bottomed out, her inner walls clenching weakly around him, milking from pure exhaustion.

”Ahh...” Jennifer bit her lip bloody, a muffled whimper escaping as her ass settled flush against his thighs, his balls nestled hot against her clit.

Jax grinned, grabbing a warm croissant from the platter. He tore off a flaky bite and shoved it into his mouth, chewing casually while grinding his hips up in lazy circles.

His cock churned deep inside her, stirring the cum from earlier rounds into a frothy mess that leaked out around his base, dripping onto the chair.

Pah... pah... the subtle thrusts rocked her body, her braless tits jiggling under the blouse, nipples scraping the fabric.

Jennifer’s hands trembled as she reached for a piece of sourdough bread, desperate for any normalcy.

She lifted it to her lips, nibbling like a ghost, but Jax snatched her wrist mid-bite. The bread dangled from her mouth, crumbs tumbling down her chin.

”Sharing is caring,” he murmured, voice low and mocking. He twisted her hips, flipping her position so she faced him, her knees bracketing his thighs, pussy impaled deeper on his rigid pole.

The new angle speared him straight against her cervix, drawing a sharp gasp from her throat.

He leaned in slow, lips parting to snag the bread from her mouth with his teeth. His tongue flicked out, lapping the soft crumb from between her lips, tasting salt and her shaky breath. As the last bite vanished, he surged forward for the kill crushing his mouth to hers in a wet, demanding kiss.

Jennifer recoiled, head snapping back in pure disgust, her face twisting like she’d swallowed poison. ”Nngh—no—”

Jax’s hand shot up, fingers tangling in her brown hair and yanking hard, forcing her face inches from his.

”Oh, come on, my slave,” he growled, breath hot against her lips. ”You lost fair and square. Now open wide.”

Her fight crumbled. Eyes dulling to lifeless voids, she went slack like a ragdoll surrendered to the storm.

’Do what you want.’ Her lips parted numbly, and he dove in, tongue plunging deep to ravage her mouth.

He sucked her lower lip, biting just enough to draw a copper tang, then swirled inside, saliva dripping in thick strings from their joined mouths, bubbling down her chin to soak her collar.

At the same instant, he bucked his hips up hard. His cock slammed deeper into her swollen pussy, stretching the abused walls to breaking, veins dragging raw friction along her g-spot.

Jennifer’s body jerked, a choked moan vibrating into his throat as fresh slick gushed around his buried shaft.

[Devotion Point +1]

’She isn’t giving me DP that easily,’ Jax thought, frustration flickering. ’Time to crank it up.’

He deepened the kiss, tongue fucking her mouth in brutal rhythm with his cock thrust for thrust, sloppy and invasive. Saliva overflowed, smearing their chins, dripping onto her heaving tits.

Her pussy clenched traitorously, walls fluttering as the dual assault chipped at her walls. He ground his pubes against her clit, circling slow to build the burn, his free hand mauling her ass cheek, fingers digging bruises.

The sight was too much.

Zinnia shot to her feet, her chair clattering backward. She lunged forward, grabbing Jax’s collar with both hands. Her face twisted, anger and tears mixing together.

”How dare you!” she screamed. ”How dare you humiliate my mother in front of us! In front of everyone!”

Around the room, staff members stood frozen. A maid near the wall had her hands clenched into fists, her face burning red with rage. A guard by the door looked ready to draw his weapon, jaw tight with barely controlled fury.

Jennifer’s voice cut through the tension, brittle and breaking. ”It’s fine, Zinnia.”

Zinnia’s grip loosened slightly, turning to look at her mother.

Jennifer’s eyes were hollow. ”I was humiliated long before this. The moment you lost that bet—no, the moment you made it without thinking you handed him this victory. You didn’t just lose. You gave him everything. Your pride. Mine. Our family’s reputation. This?” She gestured vaguely at herself, her voice cracking as Jax’s cock twitched inside her. ”This is just the consequence. You wagered our souls on a fool’s game, and now we bleed for it.”

Zinnia’s hands fell away from Jax’s collar. She stepped back, tears streaming down her face, shame and helplessness warring on her features.

She turned away, unable to look anymore. She returned to her seat, staring at her plate, trying to ignore the scene, the sounds, the reality of what was happening.

But then another voice broke cracked with emotion.

”Madam, please!”

A young maid stepped forward, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hands trembled as she bowed deeply.

”Please, Madam Reed, let me end this bastard’s life with my own hands! I’ll take full responsibility—even if it means my death! I can’t... I can’t watch you suffer like this!”

Jennifer’s eyes closed. When she spoke, her voice was softer. ”Rose. You can’t do that.”

”But Madam—”

”Your life is worth more than this moment. More than revenge. You have a family. A little brother who needs you. A mother who depends on you. I won’t let you throw that away.”

Rose’s voice broke completely. ”But after everything you’ve done for us! You saved my family when my father died! You paid for my brother’s surgery! You treated us like we were your own! This—this is the least I can do! Please, order me. I’ll slit his throat right here, bathe in his blood for you!”

Jax felt a cold chill crawl up his spine. For a split second, fear gripped him he saw the fire in her eyes, the knife she’d summon in a heartbeat. She meant it. Why wouldn’t she?