Chapter 43: Claiming the Prize**

Jax woke in his academy dorm room. Morning light cut through the window. He sat up, rubbing his face.

The day had arrived.

He showered quickly, letting the hot water wake him fully. His mind was already running through what needed to happen today.

He dressed in casual clothes—dark pants, a simple shirt. Nothing formal. This wasn’t a social visit. And to be honest he didnt need any clothes today

He grabbed his device and typed out a message to Kiera.

[Come to my room.]

Her reply came fast.

[I’m not coming to your room ever again.]

Jax smirked.

[Fine. Then I’ll come to yours.]

A pause. Then:

[Wait. Fine. I’ll come. But give me a proper reason why you need me.]

[It’s about the invitation from the Sterling family.]

[...Fine. I’m coming.]

Ten minutes later, a knock on his door.

Jax opened it. Kiera stood there, arms crossed, face cold.

"What do you want?"

He pulled the gold insignia from his desk and handed it to her. "This. It’s an invitation to Queen Sterling’s birthday. Celestia gave it to me yesterday."

Kiera took it, examining it. "Why are you giving this to me? Why not give it to Mother directly?"

"Because I’m not going home. Unlike you."

She frowned. "Why wouldn’t you—" Then she stopped. Realization hit her. "Oh. Right. You announced it publicly."

Her expression twisted into disgust. "You’re seriously going through with that? Going to their mansion for... that?"

Jax shrugged. "A bet’s a bet."

Kiera’s voice turned sharp. "You’re a pervert. A disgusting, shameless pervert."

She turned on her heel and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Jax smirked. "See you later, Kiera."

He left the academy shortly after calling a cab through his device. The ride to the Reed Mansion took forty minutes.

The estate loomed ahead which was massive and elegant. Security gates opened automatically after guard saw his face. The driver stopped at the entrance.

Jax paid and stepped out.

He walked to the front door. It opened before he could knock.

A butler stood there, face expressionless. "Master Rayne. You’re expected. Follow me."

Jax entered. The interior was pristine. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Art lining the walls.

Everything screamed wealth. But it felt hollow now. Her wealth would be going rapidly.

The butler led him down a long hallway. At the end, a set of double doors.

The butler knocked once then opened them.

Inside, Jennifer Reed sat in a chair near the window. Her face was tight, jaw clenched. Rage simmered beneath her controlled exterior.

Beside her stood Zinnia. Her eyes were red, swollen from crying. Her hands trembled.

Jennifer’s voice was ice. "So. You’re here."

Jax stepped inside. The door closed behind him.

Zinnia’s voice cracked. "Mother, please—we don’t have to—"

Slap!

Jennifer’s hand struck Zinnia’s face. The sound echoed.

Zinnia stumbled back, hand on her cheek, tears spilling.

"Shut up," Jennifer hissed. "This is all because of you. All of it. Your stupid bet. Your arrogance. We lost everything because you couldn’t control yourself. Not only we lost our body but our everything and it all started from you"

Zinnia sobbed. "I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—"

"Quiet."

Jennifer turned back to Jax, her expression cold. She gestured toward the bedroom door. "Follow me."

She walked past him without another word. Zinnia followed slowly, still crying.

Jax entered the bedroom. It was large, luxurious. A massive bed sat in the center. Everything was pristine.

Jennifer stopped near the bed. She turned to face him, arms crossed.

"Get it over with. Claim your reward."

Her voice dripped venom.

Zinnia stood near the door, frozen, unable to look at him.

Jennifer grabbed her arm and yanked her forward. "What are you standing there for? You’re the one who started all this. Get over here."

Zinnia stumbled, silent.

Jax reached down and unfastened his belt. His pants dropped.

"I’m here to claim you only you," he said, eyes locked on Jennifer. "Today."

-- -- --

Before leaving the academy, his plan had been simple: farm as many points as possible from both of them.

But then the system notification had appeared.

[New Quest: Endurance Challenge]

[Objective: Stick your dick inside Jennifer Reed for 15 cummulative hours within 24 hours.]

[Reward: Dick Size +1 inch]

[Penalty: Dick Size reduced to 1 inch permanently]

Jax had frozen when he saw it.

’Fifteen hours? That’s... that’s almost impossible. And the reward? Useless. I can’t just keep adding to my size. It’ll get too big to put inside any hole. And the penalty...’

His stomach had twisted.

’One inch. Permanently. That’s not just a setback. That’s the end. No one would want it. No one would feel it. I couldn’t farm points anymore. Everything would be over.’

He’d exhaled slowly.

’I need to work hard today. Really hard.’

-- -- --

Back in the present, Jennifer processed his words. She sat down in the chair near the bed, crossing her legs.

"Go on, then."

Her tone was bored. Dismissive.

Zinnia stood frozen, still crying softly.

Jennifer wore a business suit sharp, tailored. Brown hair pulled back tight. Brown eyes cold as stone.

Jax didn’t waste time. He moved toward her, gripping the fabric of her pants.

He tried to tear them off. The material resisted. He pulled harder. Jennifer’s body jolted forward in the chair from the force.

He struggled, yanking, pulling. Finally, the fabric ripped, exposing her smooth thighs and the black lace panties clinging to her.

He grabbed her underwear next. Stretched it taut over her pussy lips. Tore it apart with a sharp snap revealing her neatly trimmed brown curls and dry, pale folds.

Without hesitation, he positioned himself and pushed forward, his thick dick shoving raw into her tight, unyielding pussy.

Jennifer’s body tensed. Pain flashed across her face for a split second. But she didn’t make a sound. Her expression stayed flat, bored.

Jax moved. Her pussy was tight. Dry. Rough walls scraped his dick with every thrust, friction burning hot and raw, her folds clenching like a vice around his shaft.

But she didn’t flinch. Didn’t moan. Didn’t react at all.

Minutes passed. No points appeared. Nothing.

Jax gritted his teeth. He stood, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her toward the bed.

He laid her down, climbed on top, and continued. More force. More angles—first missionary with her legs hooked over his shoulders, folding her in half as his dick bullied deep into her pussy, balls slapping her ass; then sideways spoon, sawing slow and vicious while pinching her clit to force reluctant slickness.

Zinnia, still sobbing and watching, turned and left the room.

Jax ignored her. He needed points. At least ten. Without them, this quest was impossible.

He tried different positions. Changed angles. Adjusted depth—switching to reverse cowgirl, bouncing her ass on his lap as her pussy stretched obscenely around his girth, globs of unwilling wetness coating his shaft.

Nothing.

No moans. No pleasure. No points.

Jennifer’s face stayed cold. Empty. Like she was enduring a tedious business meeting.

Jax pushed harder. Faster. Desperation crept in—thrusting in short, brutal jabs that ground his cockhead against her cervix, her tits heaving under the blouse with each impact.

Finally, he felt it building. His release coming—balls tightening, dick throbbing in her dry heat.

He pulled out quickly, grabbed her face, and tried to push toward her mouth.

She turned her head away, refusing.

He released anyway. Semen splattered across her face—thick ropes hitting her lips, cheeks, forehead, dripping down in sticky trails.

Jennifer reached up with one hand, wiping some away. Her voice was cold.

"Trust me. All of this will come back to you."

Jax ignored her. He had no time for threats.

He pulled her up, pushed her against the wall. Positioned himself again and continued—her back arched, ass out as he rammed his dick back into her pussy from behind, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back while spanking her cheeks red.

Still nothing. No sounds. No reactions.

He tried everything. Every angle. Every technique his 14 stat had unlocked—hoisting her upside-down against the mirror, face-fucking her pussy from above as earlier semen dripped into her hair.

Minutes blurred. His body screamed. Sweat poured.

He felt another release building. Pulled out. Finished on her backside—hot spurts painting her ass crack and cheeks, semen trickling down her thighs.

His body was giving up. Exhaustion dragged at him.

’At this rate, I’ll lose everything. One inch? No one will want that.’

He reached into his inventory. Pulled out the Stamina Elixir.

The timer had reset—it had been over 24 hours since the encounter with Paige.

He drank it quickly.

Energy surged through him. Muscles loosened. Exhaustion vanished.

’This is my last chance. If I fail here, I’m done.’

He adjusted his position. Found a new angle. A new opening—her tight asshole, puckered and untouched amid the mess.

Jennifer’s body tensed. She wanted to argue to refuse or cry in pain. But she didn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her show weakness.

Jax pushed forward, slick head nudging her tight asshole, inching his dick into the forbidden heat.

’Come on. Give me something. Anything.’