Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 281: Chapter 281 : Survive Me First

After some time, Leon was sitting on an icy throne he had sculpted for himself right at the heart of his base. And Seraphina had been right about everything. She had read him like an open book and predicted his every move down to the letter.

He was alone. Seraphina’s brother Draven had been sent by him to attack the other base. And honestly, Leon didn’t care whether Draven won or lost over there. The boy was just bait. A sacrificial piece thrown to give the other team the confidence to attack his base while thinking they had an opening.

But then he was surprised. Because someone was actually walking into his base.

He stood up instantly and went into alert mode. His eyes locked onto the figure ahead. A girl walking beside a frozen tree, each of her footsteps cracking the slightly frozen grass beneath her. Her breath escaped in cold white clouds as she entered his domain where the temperature dropped with every meter closer to him.

Seeing who it was, a grin started forming on Leon’s face. But before it could fully take shape, something clicked in his head. He moved instantly. Shot behind Zharina’s chamber and raised both hands. Ice started to form int the air, layering itself over the chamber in thick sheets until a solid cube of frozen magic encased it completely. An additional prison over an already protected structure. No trickery or sneaky interference was getting through that.

Then he turned to Elira with a satisfied smile.

"Did you really think that would work?"

He raised his voice and shouted into the ruins around them with a teasing confidence. "Show yourself, Princess Seraphina! I know you’re hiding somewhere nearby! I expected something bold from you but right at the start of the match? Rushing my base with both players?"

His eyes swept every frozen corner, every collapsed wall, every shadow that could conceal a body.

"I had high hopes from you, junior. And yet here you are failing to meet them. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t predict this?" He spread his arms. "You got read like a book, dear. Now come out and fight. Because the longer you delay, the closer your brother gets to your base. And the closer he gets to capturing your mentor and..."

He paused and let the grin stretch further. "And our future slave."

He was enjoying his premature victory celebration. But then he noticed something that didn’t fit. Elira was standing there showing absolutely no signs of panic. No worry. No urgency. Her eyes weren’t scanning for escape routes or rushing back to her base.

They were speaking of revenge.

Leon thought. ’What’s going on here? What am I missing?’

Then it hit him and he said it out loud. "Judging from that unbothered look on your face, she isn’t here with us, is she?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would she split the two of you and throw you alone into the hands of the one person guaranteed to defeat you?"

He processed further. "And if she stayed at your base, then she’ll go through the same fate at the hands of her own brother. There is no way she can defeat Draven."

Elira smiled. She reached for her belt and pulled out a bottle of blood. Popped the lid off casually as if she was opening a drink on a summer afternoon.

"Who said she has to defeat Draven?"

She tilted the bottle.

"I know just as well as you that she doesn’t stand a chance against him. But that doesn’t mean that crazy girl is going to roll over and lose without making him bleed for every second of it."

She emptied the entire bottle onto the ground. The dark red liquid pooled across the frozen earth between them.

"She just needs to buy me enough time. Enough time to crush you. And that oversized ego that’s about to be your downfall."

Leon laughed. Then the laughter died and his expression shifted into something darker. From the air around his hand, particles of moisture began converging and freezing. A sword materialized in his grip. Pure ice. Clear as crystal.

"Crush me? Oh, poor Elira. Looks like you’re forgetting your place again."

His voice dropped.

"But it’s fine. I’ll remind you myself. After this fight, when you finally become mine. And trust me, the mercy and kindness I once showed you? They’ll be replaced by something so cruel that you will beg for every rebellion you ever committed."

Elira raised her hand. The blood pooled at her feet began moving. Rising. Defying gravity as if the earth itself had rejected it. It twisted and coiled in the air, condensing and hardening until it took the shape of a sword in her grip. It was her magic--Blood Manipulation.

She adjusted her stance and replied while locking her weapon into position.

"Hey, wake up from your dreams. Don’t waste my time with imaginary scenarios that will never happen."

Her red eyes met his.

"Because to enslave me, you’d actually have to survive me first."

Leon hissed. His feet launched him forward as ice cracked beneath his charge. "You will pay for every word!"

Elira didn’t charge back. She took four deliberate steps backward. Planted her feet. And raised her blood sword into a defensive block. Waiting for him to come to her.

On her terms. On her ground.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ruined city, Seraphina stood at her base facing Draven who had just arrived.

She said with a casual smile. "You came later than I expected. Did you run into some trouble on the way?"

Draven ignored her greeting and scanned the surroundings instead. His eyes found Jax sitting inside the chamber on his chair. Jax looked at him with the expression of a man watching paint dry. Then yawned. Loudly. The kind of yawn that communicated more disrespect than any insult ever could.

Draven clenched his fist and spent a solid three seconds mentally cursing Jax for everything that had gone wrong in his life.

Then he snapped out of it and continued scanning. Cautious. Checking every angle for the second player.

"Where is your partner hiding?"

Seraphina said dramatically. "Oh? Looks like you’re finally putting that brain to use, brother. How did you kno—"

Draven cut her off. "I’m not a fool. I knew I’d have to face both of you together."

"Then why did you walk right into our trap?"

"Because I was ordered to—"

He swallowed the rest of that sentence. Because finishing it meant admitting that Leon had sent him here as expendable bait. Leon had told him he would have to face both girls and to not go down without dealing massive damage. As if Leon had already written him off as eliminated before the match even started.

It was pissing him off. Because for Draven, this match meant far more than anyone could understand. He would never be able to show a defeated face to Zharina. Never. So he didn’t come here to play the perfect bait for Leon’s strategy. He came here to snatch the victory alone. And hand it over to his love... ahem... his professor.

He held his head high and said with a smile that carried more fire than his usual composure allowed. "That doesn’t matter. But looking at the scene here, I feel extremely motivated. I appreciate the fear of mine that made you resort to such cowardly tactics."

He shouted into the ruins. "Princess Elira! Let’s see how long you can hide! How long you can wait for an opening! Because I am going to end this faster than any of you planned for!"

Seraphina said playfully. "Brother, I haven’t seen you with this much resolve before."

Draven prepared his attack stance. Magic gathering at his fingertips. "I know, sister. This fight means a lot to you. And to your partner as well. But I am carrying the same weight. Maybe even heavier."

His eyes hardened. "And because of that, defeat is the one luxury I cannot afford."

Seraphina raised her hand as she watched him advance. A calm smile still sitting on her face.

"Then, brother... allow me to make that luxury affordable for you."