Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 289: Chapter 289 : The Highest Bounty

The most awaited match of the tournament was finally about to begin.

The entire event had already cemented itself as the greatest inter-academy tournament in history. The world had witnessed princes and princesses from the most powerful empires fighting in a single action-packed competition filled with drama that no scriptwriter could have invented.

The viewership numbers were skyrocketing and every kingdom loved the idea of showcasing the power, talent, and future of their youth to the masses.

But as the unspoken rule of this world goes: even when you lay out a feast fit for the gods, someone will always find a way to choke on their own bitterness.

And among those choking were two figures who sat at the very top.

First was Matriarch Sianna. Seated in the VIP box, her eyes fixed on the two professors about to fight. Or rather, about to ruin her. She was calculating every worst-case possibility of Jax winning this match.

That smug face of his during the bet. She was now convinced it was designed to destroy everything she had spent decades building. She imagined one day would be all it took for him to strip her of everything. As his slave she would have to hand over her properties. Her businesses. Her treasuries. Her army. Her profitable networks and alliances. Everything she had bled for.

She thought of every possible destruction. Except the only destruction he meant. Her pussy.

In fact, she had now constructed an image of Jax as an absolute mastermind in her head. A man who was fully aware from the beginning that it would always come down to this exact scenario. She had been played in her own game from the very start. Believing she was the player. Only to realize Jax was the one holding the board.

She was cursing him with every fiber of her being. And there was exactly one person whose hatred could match hers right now. Zoraven. Who was on the verge of total doom.

He sat quietly in the VIP section staring at the broadcast screen while continuously cursing everyone who crossed his vision. Zharina. Jax. Lysandra. The staff. The weather. Anyone who showed up.

Behind him sat his daughter Evangeline who was looking at her father’s face. The seriousness on it had surpassed even the time he was leading the guild during a sudden asura emergence in the dungeon. That had been a life-or-death crisis for thousands.

This was apparently worse.

She felt pity for him. Then turned to the person seated beside her and said. "Why would you give him this much money knowing his addiction?"

Seated beside her was Claude Aleris. He gave no expression. Just sipped his wine and said. "How do you think I built my empire?"

Evangeline blinked. "Sorry?"

Claude said with barely a smile forming. "I am a businessman, dear. All I care about is profit. And looking at your naive father, it was a wonderful opportunity."

He took another sip.

"You see, I wouldn’t have bothered with simple charity. Lending a sum that returns with short interest isn’t worth my time. But when I got to know that your father was betting again to cover his debts, and that he was betting against my son-in—"

He coughed.

"Ahem. I mean against my daughter’s team. I saw the opportunity to have my little revenge on Senior Zoraven. Along with acquiring some shares of the guild as collateral."

Evangeline stared at him. "People like you are truly the worst."

Claude took it as a compliment.

Then she said. "Wait. How could you predict this insane outcome?"

Claude didn’t answer. Just sipped his wine with the composure of a man who had already won before the match started.

Evangeline calmed herself and turned back to the screen. "But still, I think Professor Zharina has a huge advantage here."

Claude said. "I disagree. Because if that were true, your father wouldn’t be this serious right now. He can see the talent in that boy. Just like I can."

He leaned back in his chair and allowed himself a quiet moment of pride for his future son-in-law.

Back in the arena, Jax stood with two swords in his hands and a runic gear serving as protective armor. On the opposite end stood Zharina wearing the same type of gear but with gauntlets on her hands. The same ones she had worn during the rescue of Queen Sylvie.

The siren rang.

The crowd didn’t even get the chance to cheer because both of them had already charged. At a speed that the spectators’ eyes couldn’t follow. All they could see was dust exploding and stones flying from the spots where two bodies had launched themselves forward.

Jax was grinning as he watched Zharina charging at him. To him it looked reckless. He could read her trajectory clearly. She was aiming for a powerful punch directly at his center while leaving multiple vulnerabilities open.

He shouted from a distance before the clash. "Seriously? This is what you meant by revenge? Don’t tell me you just wanted a date with me and that’s why you’re so fixated on losing. Come on, give me something better than this."

Zharina responded with a grin of her own.

Jax didn’t like that grin one bit. But he prepared to end the fight in the next exchange since he could read her so easily. Her right hand was already winding up for a punch while her left hand was resting against her chest. A positioning that served two purposes: better force delivery for the right hand and a defensive measure against an incoming sword strike.

Jax saw the flaw and went for it. He shifted his main sword to his right hand to block her punch while his left sword would target the defensive arm pinned to her chest. That arm was glued in place and wouldn’t have enough time to do anything except absorb the blow through the gauntlet.

And no gauntlet could take a direct sword strike without either being pierced through or delivering enough sharp pain to create openings for follow-up combos.

Both of them clashed.

Jax went for her chest first while positioning his blessed sword to handle the incoming punch. Everything was going exactly as he planned. His left sword struck her palm.

But instead of any sign of pain, Zharina simply grabbed the tip of the sword like it was a wooden stick. And crushed it in her grip. The metal crumbled like dried clay between her fingers.

Then her main punch landed on Jax’s blessed sword. The one whose description literally said unbreakable. The impact created a devastating shockwave and the force sent Jax rolling backward across the arena floor.

His mind wasn’t processing what he had just witnessed. He had fought Zharina before. But this time it was different. Completely different.

He looked at his weapons. One sword was crushed in half. Useless. And the blessed sword, the one granted by a goddess with the promise that it could never be broken, was bent. Actually bent. Looking like it could shatter at any moment.

Jax said. "Impossible. How—"

Then his eyes scanned her gauntlets. They were radiating a golden aura that enveloped her entire hands.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Zharina looked at her own gauntlets and said. "These were gifted to me by my master. Celestial Hercules"

Jax thought. ’So there are more Celestials hiding out there after all.’

Then a voice interrupted inside his mind. One that didn’t belong to him or any system he recognized.

’Of course they do. And they know about you too. In fact, you hold the highest bounty among all of them. And one Celestial has already been granted permission to play with you.’

The voice carried amusement that bordered on mockery.

’Trust me, she is the most mischievous Celestial among them. Loki has already made her move.’

Jax said internally. ’Who are you? System?’

The voice replied with genuine confusion.

’What does that mean?’