Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Breaking Through the Fourth Wall

The fourth take crashed and burned just like the first three.

”Cut!” Director Ren’s voice sliced through the set. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. ”Let’s take fifteen.”

Jax stood frozen on the mark, script crumpled in his fist. His delivery had been wooden again. Mechanical. Like reading a grocery list.

’Fuck.’

The crew dispersed, whispering. Beatrix approached, her Elena costume still perfect despite four failed scenes.

”Come with me,” she said quietly. ”We need to work through this.”

Jax followed her off set, past the cameras and lights, toward a luxury trailer parked in the lot. Her name was printed on the door in gold lettering.

Inside, the space was surprisingly cozy. A small couch, a vanity mirror, scripts stacked neatly on a table.

Beatrix sat down, patting the spot beside her. ”Sit.”

Jax hesitated, then obeyed. The couch dipped under his weight. She was close. Too close. He could smell her perfume again.

Vanilla. Jasmine. Trouble.

”Talk to me,” Beatrix said, her voice gentle. No judgment. Just patience. ”What’s blocking you?”

Jax stared at his hands. ”I don’t know what it feels like.”

”What doesn’t feel like?”

”To love someone so much that losing them destroys you.” He looked up at her. ”I’ve never been in love. Not like this. Not... real.”

Beatrix studied him for a long moment. Then she shifted, sitting closer instead of across. ”Then let’s find it together. Close your eyes.”

”What?”

”Trust me. Close your eyes.”

Jax obeyed. His heart hammered against his ribs. She was so close he could feel her warmth radiating.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

”Think of someone you care about,” Beatrix said softly. ”Anyone. Your sister, your mother, your friend. Someone whose absence would leave a hole in your life.”

Jax’s mind flickered to Kai. His ridiculous, loyal, stupid friend.

Then his thoughts shifted to his real sister. Maya. Back on Earth. The one he’d never see again.

’Love? No.’

He thought about gaming. His true love. The rush of victory, the thrill of competition.

’Yeah, that’s the thing. But I guess it won’t help me here.’

Then his mind landed on Beatrix herself. The way she smiled. The way her voice sounded like music. The way she made him feel alive.

’Is this love? Or just obsession?’

[A/N: Is this love or anything deep Or It’s just a kid wanting a toy one he’ll eventually get bored of once it’s his.]

His throat tightened.

”Now imagine you have three months,” Beatrix continued, her voice a whisper. ”Ninety days. To say everything you never said. To hold them one last time. To memorize their laugh, their smell, the way they make you feel safe.”

Jax’s breath shuddered. His chest felt heavy.

”And imagine that the person you love is begging you to stay. To fight. But you can’t. Your body is betraying you. And the only gift you can give them is letting them go before they watch you fade.”

A tear slid down Jax’s cheek. He didn’t wipe it away.

”Open your eyes.”

He did. She was watching him, her own eyes wet.

”That’s Daniel,” Beatrix whispered. ”That’s what you’re feeling right now. Hold onto it.”

Jax’s voice came out raw. ”How do you do this? How do you feel this every time and not break?”

”Because it’s not real.” Her smile was sad. ”But for a moment, we make it real. And that’s the magic.”

Their faces were inches apart. The air between them crackled with electricity.

Jax’s voice dropped to barely a whisper. ”What if I don’t want it to be pretend?”

Beatrix’s breath caught. For a moment, just a heartbeat, she didn’t pull away.

Then she stood abruptly, smoothing her costume. Her smile returned, gentle but distant. ”Then you’re a better actor than you think. Come on. Let’s try again.”

The School Rooftop Set

The set was breathtaking. A setup at Starlight Academy’s rooftop at sunset. The sky blazed orange and pink. The city sprawled below, lights beginning to twinkle.

Director Ren positioned them carefully. ”This is it. The final goodbye. Everything you’ve prepared for leads to this moment. Beatrix, Jax, make it count.”

He stepped back behind the monitors. ”And... action.”

Beatrix stood at the edge, back to Jax, her ponytail swaying in the artificial wind.

”I used to love sunsets,” she said, voice trembling. ”Now I hate them. Because every one means another day closer to losing you.”

Jax approached slowly, each step deliberate. ”You’re not losing me.”

She turned, tears already streaming down her face. ”Don’t lie to me. Not now. Not when we have so little time left.”

”I’m not lying.” His voice was steady now, grounded in the emotion Beatrix had unlocked. ”You’ll carry me with you. In every sunset. Every song. Every moment you choose to live instead of grieve.”

He reached for her hand. This time, his touch was gentle. Reverent.

”I don’t want memories,” she sobbed. ”I want you.”

”You have me. You’ll always have me.”

Her voice broke. ”Then stay. Please. Fight. I’ll fight for both of us.”

”Elena...”

Jax’s voice cracked. Real tears now. Not acting. The dam inside him had burst.

”If I could stay, if I could have one more day, one more hour, one more second, I’d choose every single one with you.”

His hands cupped her face, thumbs wiping away her tears.

”But I can’t. And I need you to promise me something.”

”Anything.”

”Promise me you’ll live. Not just exist. Live. Laugh. Love someone new. Be happy.” His voice dropped to a whisper. ”Because if you’re not, then I’m taking your life with me. And I can’t do that. I love you too much.”

Beatrix was fully immersed now, sobbing openly. ”I don’t know how to let you go.”

Jax pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. ”Then don’t. Not yet. Just... be here. With me. One last time.”

The Kiss

The script called for a kiss. A simple, tender goodbye.

But what happened next wasn’t choreographed.

Jax leaned in slowly. Beatrix met him halfway.

Their lips touched.

Soft at first. Tender. A goodbye sealed with breath and warmth.

But then Jax’s hand slid into her hair. Beatrix’s fingers clutched his shirt. The kiss deepened, desperate, aching, like they were trying to pour a lifetime into a single moment.

The crew held their breath. Even Director Ren didn’t call cut.

When they finally parted, both were shaking. Foreheads pressed together. Breathing ragged.

Jax whispered, off script: ”I’ll find you. In every life. I promise.”

Beatrix whispered back, tears streaming: ”You better.”

Silence.

Director Ren’s voice came quietly. ”Cut. Perfect. That’s... that’s the one.”

The crew erupted in applause. Clapping. Whistling. Someone shouted, ”Fucking beautiful!”

But Beatrix and Jax didn’t move. They were still holding each other, lost in the moment.

Director Ren watched the playback, eyes wide. ”Those last lines weren’t in the script, but damn they fit perfectly.”

Evening: The Wrap Party

The small celebration was subdued. Everyone still felt the weight of that scene hanging in the air.

Jax stood on the balcony of the venue, alone. The city lights blurred below. His hands gripped the railing.

’I kissed her. I actually kissed her.’

’And it felt... right.’

”You were incredible today.”

He turned. Beatrix stood behind him, still in her costume, makeup slightly smudged from crying.

”So were you,” Jax said.

Silence. Heavy. Loaded.

”That kiss...” Beatrix started.

”I know. I’m sorry if I...”

”No. Don’t apologize.” She stepped closer. ”It was... perfect. Too perfect.”

Jax turned to face her fully. ”What does that mean?”

Beatrix struggled with her words. ”It means I forgot I was acting. For a moment, I forgot about the cameras, the crew, the script. It was just... us.”

”Would that be so terrible?”

”Jax, I’m twice your age. I have children. A career. A life that’s complicated enough without...” She trailed off.

”Without what? Without feeling something real for once?”

She flinched.

Jax’s voice softened. ”I’m not asking you to change your life. I’m not asking for anything except honesty. Did you feel it too?”

Beatrix was quiet for a long moment. Then: ”Yes.”

The admission hung in the air like smoke.

”But feeling something doesn’t mean we should act on it,” she continued.

”Why not?”

”Because I’m supposed to be the responsible one. The adult. And getting involved with you, it’s not fair to you.”

”Let me decide what’s fair to me.”

Beatrix shook her head, smiling sadly. ”You’re making this very difficult.”

”Good.”

Jax stepped closer. Not touching, but close enough that she could feel his warmth.

”In that scene, Daniel said he’d find Elena in every life. I meant it.”

”Jax...”

”I’m not asking for forever. I’m not asking for anything you can’t give. I’m just asking you not to close the door on this. On us. Whatever us means.”

Beatrix looked at him. Really looked. At the boy who’d somehow become more than a boy.

”One condition,” she said finally.

”Anything.”

”We take this slow. No rushing. No expectations. We figure out what this is together. Can you do that?”

Jax smiled. ”I can do slow.”

Beatrix laughed softly. ”Somehow I doubt that.”

”Then let me prove you wrong.”

She reached out, taking his hand. Just holding it. Simple. Innocent. But loaded with promise.

”It’s time for me to go,” Beatrix said gently. ”I hope we meet again soon.”

She squeezed his hand once, then let go. Turned. Walked away.

Jax watched her leave, his chest tight.

’Today I didn’t get what I wanted.’

Frustration bubbled up inside him. He’d been so close. So fucking close.

Footsteps approached from behind. A woman’s voice. ”Mr. Rayne?”

He turned. The director’s assistant stood there, holding an envelope. ”This is your payment for today’s work...”

But Jax wasn’t listening. The frustration boiled over. The childish rage of someone denied what they craved.

His mouth opened before his brain could stop it.

”Get the hell out of here,” he snapped, voice cold. ”Before I slam you against that wall and fuck you right here.”

The assistant’s eyes went wide. Her face paled.

She dropped the envelope and ran.

Jax stood alone on the balcony, the cheque fluttering at his feet.

’What the fuck is wrong with me?’