Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 284: Chapter 284 : The Execution Room

Elira looked down at the powerless toy beneath her foot. Then hundreds of soldiers materialized behind her throne. Bloody constructs rising from the ocean at her command.

She did it just to show Leon exactly how much power she held in this domain now. One orc from her bloody army stepped forward and together with the golem, they grabbed Leon by both arms and hoisted him up. Forcing him to look properly at their queen.

Elira spoke from her throne. "You were being played from the very start. Every move of mine led you here. Every dodge. Every block. Every desperate escape was calculated. And each one laid the foundation of your doom."

She tilted her head.

"But that wasn’t even your worst mistake. The worst was that you fell for my act. You actually believed I was struggling. That every painful scream was real. That the pain was breaking me."

She looked at her own right hand which had slightly started responding to her commands again and said. "You were really enjoying that, weren’t you? But my dear fiancé. Or rather, ex-fiancé. You weren’t the only one having fun. I was enjoying every single thing you did. Counting each one. Saving them up because I was imagining this exact moment where I would pay you back tenfold."

The orc dug its nails deep into Leon’s right forearm. Then both the orc and the golem dragged the screaming boy toward their queen and held him in place.

Elira’s hand hovered over his bloody forearm and she said softly. "Karma is such a sweetheart. It always knows exactly where to find people and exactly when to arrive."

And that’s when Leon screamed so hard it sounded like a demon had possessed him from the inside. But there was no demon. Just Elira playing with the wound the orc had opened. She was manipulating his own blood inside his own body.

The blood flowing through his veins was under her control now. She was making it dance beneath his skin. His veins bulged. Turned visible. Turned red. Pulsing with movements that no living body should produce.

She leaned close and whispered into his ear. "Didn’t you imagine this exact same situation? I’ve just switched our roles."

She raised her hand and bloody rain started falling from the castle ceiling above them. Drops of ancient crimson landing on both of them.

"You thought you would control me? Now look around. It’s me who decides everything. This game. My freedom. Your humiliation. Even nature itself."

She paused.

"Even your death." She said it with a smile. Then the blood coiled around his body began to heat. Burning. Piercing through his skin like a thousand needles being pushed simultaneously from the inside out.

Elira said while completely ignoring his screams. "Nah, I won’t go that far. People are watching after all. And your mother would be seeing her proud little boy being toyed with by me right now."

She tapped her chin.

"And knowing the kind of woman your mother is, you’re going through a far worse hell once this match ends."

She considered playing with him more. But then she caught sight of her own bruised body and the thought brought her back to reality.

"These wounds. Those fake screams. That pain I was showing you. It was all just an act to make you feel like you were in the driver’s seat. But in reality, it wasn’t even close to what I went through the entire last week in training."

She met his tortured eyes.

"It wasn’t even close enough to give me that nostalgia. You couldn’t even satisfy your fiancée in battle, dear. So how exactly can you call yourself my man?"

She leaned in further.

"Or a man at all?"

Leon didn’t have the strength left to protest. Not even to hiss. So Elira gathered blood from the ocean around them and flooded it into his mouth. Simultaneously she yanked his head back by gripping his hair.

"Let’s see if you can survive the hell that used to be my routine breakfast. A lovely exercise designed by my master. See if you can make it three hours before passing out."

But they didn’t even get to the three-minute mark. Leon’s veins were bulging against his skin. His eyes bloodshot and swollen. Tears streaming down a face that could no longer produce expressions. He was struggling. Not to fight. Not to win. Just to beg. To make his mouth form the words that would end this nightmare.

What came out was barely human. Gargled through the blood flooding his throat. Broken syllables choking their way past the liquid.

"I... yiel— ...forf— ...t-take... out... ple—"

He was teleported away instantly. Vanishing from the execution room mid-plea.

Elira wasn’t satisfied. She cursed him under her breath for the cowardice of surrendering before she could properly finish. But then she realized he actually did the right thing. Because if he had stayed, she would have kept going. And going. While Seraphina was still struggling on the other side and needed this match to end.

So she sighed. Stood from her bloody throne. And walked toward the chamber she needed to capture.

[Back To Present]

Jax, Draven, and Elira were teleported at the same time and appeared in the summoning circle at the arena.

Leon, who had arrived moments before them in a horrifying state, received a tight slap from his mother before she dropped him on the ground and walked away without a second glance. Left him there like a dog she had just disowned.

But not every parent was like that. Seraphina, who was laid on the ground and breathing fast while staring at the ceiling, had her father rushing to her side with genuine worry consuming his face.

He carried her onto his shoulder and ran toward the medical department without caring about the thousands of eyes watching the Dragon King sprint like a common father who had just seen his child fall off a swing.

Jax saw Elira’s father rushing toward her as well. She was on her knees despite her victory. Her broken body was bleeding from her mouth and nose due to the massive amount of mana she had spent controlling an ocean of ancient blood or rather displaying the act of aura farmer.

But before the Vampire King could reach her, Jax was already there. He scooped Elira up in a princess carry and stood facing her father. Staring directly into his eyes. Letting the man feel every ounce of regret that gaze was designed to deliver.

But Jax’s mood shifted when he looked down at the girl in his arms. Because despite the blood, despite the exhaustion, despite the broken body that had gone through hell and come back dragging victory by the throat, Elira was smiling.

He said. "Didn’t I tell you? Victory tastes the sweetest when you are the one who earns it alone. When the whole world calls you a maniac while you stand victorious proving every last one of them wrong."

Elira replied softly. "It really does. But I won’t regret my choice of making you a puppet for my plans from before. All of this was possible because of that decision."

Jax shook his head. "You fool. You still don’t get it. I wasn’t the one fighting your battle."

Elira didn’t say anything to that. She just closed her eyes.

Whether she passed out or simply chose to act like she did was a mystery that Jax decided he didn’t need to solve right now.

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