Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 : The Most Crazy game played by Jax**

Jax watched from the cliff edge, unable to look away.

Lyra grabbed the commander’s torn uniform and yanked.

The fabric ripped clean off.

But then, almost instantly, the clothes shimmered and reformed. Back to perfect condition, like nothing had happened.

Lyra stepped back, staring at the uniform. Her face twisted in annoyance.

”Tssk. This is a stupid game. At least let the players have the freedom.”

She turned to her beast. The massive humanoid nodded once.

Then it slammed the commander into the ground.

[Player Masha Eliminated]

Jax’s eyes narrowed. ’Something’s off. Her movements. Her stance. That’s not an old woman pretending. That’s a veteran. A pro.’

Lyra rolled her shoulders, stretching like someone testing a new body. Her face was serious, focused. No trace of the sweet, gentle grandmother from before.

Beside her stood three beasts.

Jax opened his interface quickly, scanning them.

[Valkrygor - S-Rank / Mythic-Human Hybrid]

[Ability: Heaven-Breaker Fists - Air pressure shockwaves. Every punch leaves craters.]

[Ability: Iron Willfield - Nullifies crowd control within 10 meters.]

[Ability: Martyr’s Recoil - Converts damage into kinetic energy. Next attack deals triple impact.]

[Grumjaw - A-Rank / Primal-Earth]

[Ability: Seismic Grapple - Slams enemies into terrain.]

[Ability: Armor Break - Consecutive hits increase damage by 10% per hit.]

[Marrow Dancer - A-Rank / Spirit-Human Hybrid]

[Ability: Bone Rhythm - Dodges increase counter-damage by 50%.]

[Ability: Pulse Kick - Explosive strikes through accelerated blood flow.]

His eyes widened.

The first beast towered over Lyra. A silver-haired warrior in ethereal armor, fists wrapped in molten runes. Its presence alone distorted the air around it.

The second was gorilla-like, massive forearms, obsidian armor plating, glowing orange eyes.

The third was slim, a white-haired spirit woman wrapped in black ribbons that moved like living muscles. Human-sized, elegant, but horrifying when it shifted.

’I can’t win. Not unless I pull off something insane.’

But then Lyra started muttering to herself.

Jax crept closer, staying low behind debris. He strained to hear.

Lyra paced back and forth, gesturing to herself. ”Okay. Now I have everything. Every intel on these stupid settings.”

She ticked off points on her fingers. ”Pain is reduced to 0.1% setting. Clothes cannot be removed. We cannot sweat, pee, or even—”

She paused, face twisting in frustration. ”And most importantly, even if I had sex with him here, neither of us would feel a thing. How stupid.”

Jax froze. ’What the hell is she analyzing?’

Lyra sighed. ”Maybe I should just focus on the game and the reward instead.”

Jax shifted slightly, trying to back away.

A low growl rumbled.

The gorilla beast, Grumjaw, turned its glowing orange eyes toward him.

It didn’t speak. But the system link between master and beast flashed.

[Player Detected: Jax Rayne]

Lyra spun around, face lighting up with excitement.

Then she saw him.

And ran.

Jax’s mind raced. ’There’s an opening. I can eliminate her here. Summon my beasts and—’

But he looked at her beasts. The way they positioned themselves. The way their eyes tracked him.

’They won’t let me have an easy victory. Too risky.’

Lyra closed the distance fast. Her arms opened wide, like she was going for a hug.

But her hand shot out first.

She grabbed his head.

And crushed the recording device embedded in his skull.

Static filled Jax’s vision for a moment before clearing.

[Vision Link: Destroyed]

’Shit. No one’s watching me anymore.’

Lyra held his hands, smiling warmly. ”I was waiting for you, Jax.”

Jax tried to pull away. ”Granny, what are you—”

”Don’t call me that here.” Her voice was different. Firmer. ”In this body, I’m not old. No cane. No pain. Just pure teenage.”

Jax swallowed. ”That’s great, but—”

”I’ve been thinking about you,” she continued, stepping closer. ”A lot. More than I should.”

’Oh no.’

Her eyes gleamed. ”This game has stupid settings. No real sensations. But it can still satisfy some of my hunger.”

Jax’s brain short-circuited. ”Hunger?”

”Why don’t we play house here? Before I win this thing and make it real.”

Jax processed that. Connected the dots.

’By house, she definitely means husband and wife. I’m doomed.’

He looked into her eyes. They burned with serious intent.

And then she spoke. ”I was right. You have grown a lot.”

Her hand moved fast, dipping to his zipper. She tugged it down with a quick zzzip, reaching in without a second thought. His boxers got shoved aside, and out came his dick and balls, hanging there in the open air.

”No... quite a lot,” she said, her voice dropping low as she stared at it. Nine inches now standing half-hard.

Jax’s face burned. ’This is happening. In a game where nothing feels right. But she’s not stopping.’

She dropped to her knees right there on the dirt, eyes locked on his cock like it was a prize. ”Let me see how this plays.”

Her mouth opened wide. She leaned in and took the whole thing—gok gok. No spit, no slide, just the head pushing past her lips and straight down.

She went deep, all nine inches disappearing into her throat. Jax could see the bulge right there, her skin stretching out from the inside.

She held it. A full minute. Just sitting there, throat working around it in these tight pulls. No gag, no mess—just pressure that built and built. Finally, she pulled back with a pop, sucking in quick breaths like she’d run a lap.

”This stupid game doesn’t have any real thing like saliva. Too pathetic,” she muttered, wiping her mouth even though there was nothing there.

Jax shifted, trying to think straight. ’It’s not hurting much—0.1% pain cap. But damn, that visual. Like watching your own arm get swallowed.’

She knew the pain was low, so she went for more. Her hand grabbed one of his balls, giving it a little stretch—skin pulling out about three inches, taut and weird. No real sting, but seeing it? His mind filled in the blanks, making his gut twist.

It was all her control now. She popped that ball into her mouth like a piece of candy, sucking on it with hollow cheeks. No slurp, just the feel of it rolling under her tongue. Jax winced, even if it barely registered.

After a bit, she let it go with a soft smack. Then she leaned in, planting dry kisses on both balls—muah, muah—like she was greeting old friends. ”Mmm. Even fake, they’re fun.”

She switched to the other one, stretching it the same way, sucking it in deep. Jax’s hands clenched at his sides. ’This granny’s turning a glitch into a game. And I’m the toy.’

She got bored with that quick. ”Enough teasing down here.”

Back to his dick. She stuck out her tongue, dragging it slow across the top—barely touching the head, just a light graze that sent zero sparks but looked filthy. Her eyes flicked up to his, smirking like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Down below, her hands stayed busy. One ball in each palm now, squeezing them like stress balls. Soft at first—clench, release—then picking up. The pressure built minute by minute, fingers digging in harder, rolling them around.

Jax’s breath hitched. ’It’s building. Not real pain, but the game’s letting her push limits devs never thought about.’

It ramped up fast. She wasn’t just squeezing now—she pulled. Hard. One ball yanked down five inches from his body, skin stretched impossible thin. In real life? It would have separated his balls from his scrotum.

[HP: 92%]

The drop hit his bar, and Jax finally cracked. ”Wait—it hurts!”

She let go right away, balls snapping back with a faint twing. No damage beyond the tick, but his mind was screaming.

Lyra stood up slow, smiling wide like she’d just won a bet. ”See? So it is possible. We can have fun here too.”

Her eyes had that fire again. She turned her head, calling out sharp. ”You motherfucking gorilla—come here. Your master needs a soft bed. Bend down... and watch us fuck over you.”

Grumjaw lumbered over without a sound, dropping to all fours. Its back curved low, a wide slab of rock-hard muscle and black plating—perfect cushion, or trap.

The crazyness started. And whatever came next? Jax knew he’d have to genius his way out... or play along till the break.