Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Tricking The Undies Man

An hour had passed.

An hour filled with desperate, futile attempts by four champion girls trying to eliminate the lustful monster in front of them. Everything had failed. Miserably.

Now they stood there, completely exposed.

The peach-haired girl was fully naked. Not a thread left on her body. And all four girls shared the same humiliating fate - their underwear had vanished during the chaotic battle.

Where had those intimate garments gone?

Currently adorning the face of a masked man standing before them. Four pairs of panties carefully layered across his head like some deranged superhero costume.

The fabric covered his nose, mouth, and parts of his forehead in a perverted display that would haunt their nightmares.

The Undies Man had arrived.

Jax pulled up Zoe’s status through the gaps in his makeshift mask.

[Champion Erica]

[Level 17 | HP: 100 / 15,000 | MP: 1,000]

’The punching phase is over,’ he thought, a predatory grin hidden beneath layers of stolen underwear. ’Now comes the... adult disasters.’

He checked his own stats for comparison.

[Champion Jax Rayne]

[Level 35]

[HP: 43,970 / 50,000]

[MP: 2,200 / 2,200]

’It was enough no, too much to take their hits while he will be fucking them and besides they were too exhausted to even defend.’

The mana-type girls - the bow user and the corrosion magic specialist - were totally drained. Zero MP left. The two melee fighters had lost all their efficiency, their movements sluggish and desperate.

Time for the main event.

Jax glanced behind him. The throne room was an absolute disaster zone. Scorch marks blackened the walls, blood splattered across marble floors, furniture reduced to kindling.

But there were no bodies. Just Roxana standing there, breathing heavily.

She’d freed her sister from that cramped cage. Queen Sylvie was propped against the wall now, barely conscious, looking somehow in worse condition than the destroyed room itself.

’So she eliminated everyone,’ Jax thought, noting the blood pools on the ground. ’No bodies though. Champion privilege - they evaporate when they die.’

He turned back to face the four naked champions. They stared at him with pure, undiluted terror in their eyes.

The Undies Man. The pervert who’d stripped them during combat, treating it like a game. And not a single scratch marred their bodies - his swordplay had been surgically precise, cutting only fabric.

Zoe stood there barefoot, her face burning with shame. Earlier in the fight, she’d tried to deliver a spinning kick to his head. He’d caught her leg mid-strike with one hand, removed her shoe with the other, then slowly peeled off her stocking.

And then - god, the memory made her stomach turn - he’d brought the bare leg to his face and given it a long, slow lick while maintaining direct eye contact.

All four girls had been horrified. Disgusted beyond words.

’Holding onto four will be tough,’ Jax mused, his eyes drifting toward Roxana again. ’I should recruit some help.’

Roxana was currently half-carrying, half-dragging her sister toward the wall, trying to find a stable support position while simultaneously losing a heated argument.

”Why... why did you come here?” Sylvie’s voice was weak but angry. ”I told you in the letter... warned you specifically... the threat we’re facing is too strong... you should have stayed away...”

”Don’t worry, sister!” Roxana’s voice carried forced confidence. ”As long as that maniac is still standing, we can win this fight!”

She pointed toward Jax.

Who happened to be staring directly at them, about to say something.

Both sisters’ eyes landed on him at the same moment.

Their faces went from hopeful to absolutely horrified in a microsecond.

The Undies Man. Four pairs of panties draped across his face like trophies.

”What the actual—” Sylvie started.

”Hey, Roxana!” Jax called out casually. ”Catch!”

He threw his coat toward her, making sure to toss it carefully so it dragged along the ground without spilling anything.

”Retrieve the healing potions from the pockets.”

Roxana caught it reflexively, her mind spinning.

’Even at his peak lust... he’s thinking about healing? About keeping us safe?’

She glanced at her own wounds, then at her sister’s injuries.

’Maybe there is a mask he wears, he is forced to wear. Maybe the lustful act is just... performance? Maybe underneath all that perversion, he actually—’

”I need your help, Roxana.” The Undies Man’s voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. ”Don’t let anyone escape from here. Lock them down. Beat them slightly if they try to run - but not too hard or they’ll die before I’m done. Take those bottles and heal anyone who looks like they’re about to pass out. Or feed them to whoever I tell you to feed.”

Roxana looked at her sister apologetically.

Sylvie’s face was pure disgust. Absolute revulsion.

’How... how can I tell her that our savior is the kind of man you warn children about? That mothers tell horror stories about to keep daughters safe?’

Her remaining pride - battered and bruised but still alive - kicked in as she know knew a plan.

”I am NOT following your dirty deeds anymore!” she declared.

Jax blinked behind his panty mask. ”What?”

”What, ’WHAT’?” Roxana’s voice rose. ”I’ve had ENOUGH! Why would I follow your orders? You’re nobody to me now! I’m not your junior anymore, you’re not a professor, you’re not ANYTHING except that horny pervert guy over there!”

She crossed her arms. ”And what gain do I even get from this? There’s nothing left! I’ve saved my sister. I can just leave now!”

Jax’s mind raced. ”You... you have a lot of gain. I...” He paused, thinking hard. ”I can give your kingdom back. You know? If you follow me. I’m here to kill EACH ONE of these invaders. Remember? And to do that properly, I need to be mentally focused. Need to release all my testosterone before the big fight against their leader as I dont want my lust to kick in at wrong time. So I need you. For this moment.”

Roxana smiled on the inside while keeping her face neutral.

’Got him.’

She’d done it. Trapped him perfectly in her game.

She knew Jax intimately now after their time together. He was moody, impulsive, easily distracted. One wrong moment, one source of annoyance, and he could abandon his entire plan. Walk away. Leave them all to die.

She needed insurance. A guarantee. An assurance he couldn’t break even if he wanted to.

And she’d just maneuvered him into exactly the right position. One more push...

”Then promise,” she said coldly. ”In the name of Adelina. Swear on her name that you will free the kingdom of Meridax.”

Jax’s eyes - visible through the gaps in his underwear mask - flicked toward the peach-haired girl, who was using the distraction to slowly crawl toward the exit.

”I promise,” he said quickly, still tracking the escapee.

Then hastily added: ”I PROMISE! In Adelina’s name! Just do your thing already before she gets away!”

Roxana’s smile turned devilish, though she kept it hidden.

’Bargained with the devil himself. And won.’

She’d gotten him to swear on the ONE thing he actually cared about more than his own life. That promise would bind him more surely than any magic contract or divine oath.

She charged forward and locked the peach-haired girl in position. Her arms wrapped around the smaller woman’s wrists, pinning them behind her back in an iron grip.

”What next?” she asked.

Jax looked at her and began removing the underwear from his head, letting each piece fall to the ground one by one.

”Good. Now keep her exactly like that until I’m done with one of them.”

On the opposite side of the room, his boot came down hard on the red-haired girl’s back, pinning her face-first against the wall. She was thrashing like a fierce cat despite her exhaustion, all scratching and hissing and wild defiant energy.

So he’d planted his foot firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her in place like a hunter with fresh prey.

The other two girls were too far from his immediate reach.

Jax looked at Roxana meaningfully. She understood instantly.

Still keeping one hand locked on the peach girl’s wrists, Roxana moved toward the black-haired champion. The one with tits so large they were swinging wildly with every panicked breath.

Her free hand wrapped around the black-haired girl’s wrist - gentle but firm - and she guided her over to Jax’s position like she was presenting a carefully wrapped gift.

”Here you go... Jax.”

From across the room, propped against the wall, Queen Sylvie watched this entire exchange with wide, horrified eyes.

Her little sister. Her beloved Roxana.

’What... what has she become?’