Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 293: Chapter 293 : Making it Fair

Zharina and Jax both charged toward each other. Starting with slow deliberate steps that gradually picked up speed until both of them were moving at full sprint.

Zharina was charging casually. She had already confirmed through multiple exchanges that Jax’s attacks were too weak to split her divine protection. Every swing he had thrown so far was like throwing pebbles at a fortress wall. Annoying at best.

Jax was charging with his sword pointed directly at her despite his previous failed attempts. Which to Zharina looked like a man who had run out of ideas and was now just recycling the ones that didn’t work the first time.

She launched a punch. Not her strongest just a quick burst with a slight jump to gain momentum. Aimed at his head. Because the confidence sitting on his face was starting to irritate her more than his actual fighting.

Mid-air, she noticed Jax aiming low with the sword in his left hand. Targeting her thighs.

She thought. ’He thinks my shield is weaker on the lower body. Not as brilliant as I expected. Let me play along. Let him think he has found my weakness while I pretend to struggle protecting my lower half. Let’s see the look on his face when he realizes he never had a chance from the beginning.’

She positioned her right hand to grab the incoming sword before landing.

Then something unexpected happened. Jax lost his grip on the sword. Just inches from her grab. The weapon tumbled away and Zharina instantly realized he was up to something else entirely. But what? It didn’t matter. Anything he could attempt in this position would be useless against her.

She landed on her feet and delivered the punch. Jax read the trajectory and tilted his neck to dodge. But then he realized she had been tracing his dodging patterns. She was aiming exactly where he would tilt. It was going to be a close call.

So he did something that made every bone in his neck protest violently. He broke the angle of his neck beyond normal range. A move he had practiced specifically for moments like this.

Enduring the sharp pain that shot through his vertebrae as her fist passed right beside his head. Close enough for the sheer wind pressure to blow his hair sideways.

Zharina was shocked that he countered by essentially dislocating his own neck. But she was even more shocked a second later when his right arm wrapped around her waist. Her own momentum had slammed her directly into his chest. Right where he had been waiting for her.

And while she was processing that impact, Jax’s left hand, the one she thought had fumbled the sword, interlocked with her right hand. The fake sword attack was never meant to land. It was meant to make her extend her arm toward him. And now he had it locked.

Right in the middle of a fight, these two were holding hands and holding each other as if they were about to waltz across a ballroom floor.

Zharina was about to headbutt him straight in the nose for this humiliation when Jax spoke first.

"You know, all this time I’ve been dreaming about you. About you and the memorial night we spent together last time."

His hand guided itself across her back. Fingers hovering over the muscular dip of her spine. She twitched involuntarily at the contact.

Jax continued with the sincerity of a man confessing at a chapel and the intent of a man robbing one. "I’m seriously looking forward to our next moment together. But hey, I won’t force you this time around. That’s why I asked for a date. Because I know you’ll confess your feelings. And don’t you dare try to deny what you’re hiding."

His hand hovered just above her buttocks. Fingers teasing the elastic waistband of her tight training pants. "Remember how these hips told me exactly how much you enjoyed it? How they moved on their own? Oh, and let’s not forget how your tight little pussy was welcoming my dick. Churning it with authority while leaking your own cum like it was trying to drown me."

His hand started tracing from her hips toward her center. Zharina, who had turned a shade of red that could have been either furious embarrassment from that memory or something else entirely, snapped back to reality. She knew exactly what this bastard’s wandering hand would do next.

She shoved him with her left arm and followed up with a kick straight to his chest. "I will kill you!"

Jax flew back several meters. Hit the ground. Clutched his chest as his lungs forgot how to do their one job. For a few seconds he just lay there fighting for air.

Then the grin appeared. "Got you."

He held up his right hand. On it sat Zharina’s gauntlet. Stolen clean off her fist.

Zharina stared at her bare hand. Then at his occupied one. And realized she had been played from the very first step of this exchange. Every action. Every lewd word. Every perverted whisper was placed with surgical precision to distract her completely. And while her mind was busy processing his degeneracy, she forgot about the hand that was interlocked with hers. He had slipped the gauntlet off without any resistance.

She hissed. Her divine shield flickered and weakened, now covering only half her body. The strength buff dropped noticeably.

But she shot back a smile. "Do you really think this changes anything? Even if you had taken away both of them, you still wouldn’t stand a chance."

Jax examined the gauntlet in his hand and said. "Nah. One is enough for me. I just want to see if I haven’t forgotten the martial arts skills I learned to dominate that VR game Tekk Em. And honestly, what better sparring partner to test them on than the strongest hand-to-hand combat professor in this academy?"

He slipped the gauntlet onto his right hand.

"So I’m just borrowing one. To make the fight fair."

Zharina’s expression shifted to genuine alarm. "Stop! You could die! Just like that dragon bastard who—"

Her words died in her throat as she watched Jax go completely still. His body locked up. A faintly visible golden aura began wrapping itself around his right arm and spreading across his body.

Inside his mind, Echidna’s voice was already composing an obituary. "I will kill primordials if they dared to interrupt, he said. I knew he was the type who dies from his own foolishness. Don’t even know how he survived this long. But it’s really a relief seeing him dead after those degenerate speeches of his."

Jax, who had been temporarily stunned by the sudden muscle-heating sensation of celestial energy bonding with his body, snapped back. "If you really think that was degenerate, then I’d suggest running far away from me. Because that was the mild version."

Echidna screamed. "KYAAAH! I thought you passed out! How are you not struggling?!"

Jax said while flexing the gauntlet on his hand. "Because I’m worthy. That’s all."

Before Echidna could interrogate him further, Zharina’s voice came from across the arena. Confused. Almost offended. "How can you..."

Her words died too. But Jax gave her the same answer he had just given the witch in his skull. "Because I’m worthy."

Zharina was processing and cursing simultaneously. Her godlike weapon, the last gift of her master, was sitting on the hand of a man it should have rejected violently. Obeying him as if he had been its owner all along.

What she didn’t know was that Jax had used his copy magic to steal her mana signature during their intimate little dance. And now the gauntlet believed it was still helping its rightful owner.

Zharina couldn’t take it anymore. She ran at him with everything she had left. Her remaining gauntlet blazing with concentrated golden energy.

Jax settled into his stance. Legs apart. Fists positioned. Back straight. The Mishima Style Karate stance from a popular VR game he was called hacker on.

Both of them now carried half of the divine armor’s protection. Jax’s right side was coated in the thin golden aura of the celestial shield. Zharina’s left side held the same.

Two halves of the same godly weapon. Split between two fighters who despised each other’s arrogance.

And then it happened. Both fists launched simultaneously. Her left. His right. The golden auras collided at the center point between them.

The impact blew air in both directions so violently that the arena floor cracked beneath the shockwave and the spectators in the front rows had to shield their faces from the pressure alone as barrier magic failed to counter it.

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[A/N: The second Chapter of the day will drop in a few hours]