Chapter 125: The Artist with a Great Painting In front of Him

Jax’s eyes burned as they locked onto the black-haired girl on her knees before him.

Presented like a gift by Roxana, her naked form was a feast his lust-starved brain couldn’t ignore. The sight, combined with the fierce redhead still pinned under his boot, was too much.

’Fuck I cant hold back anymore.’

His hands went to his pants, fingers fumbling with the zipper. He forgot the ’fierce cat’ for a second as he had freed her, his focus solely on freeing himself. He toed off his shoes, shoved his pants and underwear down in one rough motion, and kicked them aside.

Tssk.

A kick snapped toward his side—the redhead, still fighting. He caught her ankle mid-air, his grip iron. "Still got spirit? Good."

He yanked her boot off, then the other, tossing them away. She stared up at him, her defiant eyes widening as they dropped lower.

His cock sprang free, fully hard, a thick veined monster that seemed to pulse with its own hungry life. It looked like it was smiling at her. Roaring for her.

She gulped, the sound loud in the tense air.

Jax grinned, a devil’s smile. He grabbed her left leg with one hand, her right with the other, pulling them apart. "If you’re so eager for footplay, dear... here’s your role."

He guided her bare feet to his dick, wrapping them around his length. The soft soles brushed against his heated skin.

"N-no..." she protested, but her strength was gone, her resistance weak.

"Yes," Jax corrected, his voice a low rumble. He moved her foot, showing her the motion—a slow, dragging stroke along his cock.

Ahh...

The feeling was electric, a novel kind of friction. ’Why didn’t I think of this before? This is genius.’

His sinful thought was broken by the vision in front of him. The black-haired girl, still on her knees, her huge tits hovering at perfect mouth-level. She looked like she was begging for mercy.

’Nah. She’s begging for this dick.’

While the redhead’s feet worked his cock in a hesitant, awkward rhythm, Jax bent forward. His mouth found the black-haired girl’s breast.

He dove in, burying his face between soft, heavy flesh. He smelled her skin—sweat and fear. He licked, he kissed, he sucked, leaving trails of saliva across her pale skin. He was a man possessed, driven by base need, not sure what he wanted next, just that he needed

more

.

A sharp, sudden pain lanced through his groin.

His vision flickered.

[HP: 43,965 / 50,000] -5

He looked down. The redhead’s face was a mask of furious concentration. She’d pressed her foot hard, grinding her heel against the sensitive head of his cock. It was a weak attack, but a painful one.

The minimal HP loss wasn’t the point. The insult was. The defiance. And that pain.

Rage, hot and immediate, flushed through him. "You bitch."

Before she could blink, his bare foot, which had been pinning her thigh, stomped down—not on her leg, but squarely onto her exposed pussy.

CRUNCH.

"AAAAAGHHHHH!" Her scream tore through the throne room, raw and shattered.

[DP +3]

Jax leaned his weight into it, watching her face contort in agony. "Perfect. You’ll be the trial guinea pig," he announced, his voice cold and carrying. "The example. So the others see what happens with resistance tonight. One clever move... one more

tantrum

... or even resistance and your death will be brutal. And horrifying. Understood?"

His gaze swept over the other girls. The peach-haired one trembled in Roxana’s grip. Zoe watched, her blue eyes simmering with hate but glued to the redhead’s suffering. The black-haired girl had frozen, Jax’s saliva cooling on her breast.

Even Roxana and Sylvie were staring. Roxana’s eyes flicked to her sister, a wave of guilt washing over her face. Sylvie’s jaw was slack, her expression pure, unadulterated horror.

’I should take her away from here and then come back for my duty,’ Roxana thought. But then Jax’s warning echoed in her mind. ’If I move, one of them might bolt. If one gets away... he’ll take it out on me.’ She looked at her sister, then at the desperate, naked girls. ’Worst case... he’d fill the empty spot with Sylvie. She’s pretty enough for his tastes.’

The thought disgusted her. She spotted the healing potion in Jax’s discarded coat. Still holding the peach girl, she shuffled over, grabbed a vial, and sneaked it to Sylvie, using her own body as a shield from Jax’s view to hide her stealing.

As she watched Jax—a god of perversion meting out punishment another treacherous thought wormed in. ’He fucks anything beautiful. He hasn’t even glanced at me like that. Am I... ugly?’

She shook her head, disgusted with herself. ’Why would I want that? Isn’t it good he ignores me? Right?’ Her mind was a chaotic mess, every thought contradicting the last. ’It’s all his fault. This... this

man

.’

On the floor, Jax’s expression smoothed into something falsely polite. He lessened the pressure of his foot on the redhead’s bruised pussy. "My lady," he said, his tone mockingly respectful. "If you’d please continue your...

stroking

."

Tears streamed from her eyes, but the alternative was worse. Sniffling, she brought her feet back to his cock, resuming the clumsy, shameful footjob.

"God damn," Jax groaned, his head falling back. "This is

really

fun."

His body was alight with pleasure. The foot on her pussy twitched, seemingly with a mind of its own.

His big toe nudged against her swollen folds, seeking entrance. It found her opening and pressed inside, just an inch.

"Nngh!" She jolted, a fresh tear escaping.

[DP +1]

Jax, lost in a haze of sensation, turned his attention to the black-haired girl. His fingers, wet from her breast, trailed down her stomach.

Two fingers—middle and index pressed against her entrance, then pushed inside her pussy.

"Ahh!" Her knees almost buckled.

[DP +2]

He pumped his fingers slowly, a scientist observing a reaction. ’So biology class wasn’t a total waste,’ he mused, a proud smirk on his face. ’Dry and tight at first... but watch it learn. Watch it

adapt

.’

He had learned back on earth that women vagina is small and not wet but during arousal it expands and with time leaks to make it wet acting as a lubricant.

And he was witnessing it now his finger, he felt that from dry to wet then that expanding.

For five minutes, the twisted cycle continued. The redhead stroked with her feet, her own body betraying her with tremors of unwanted pleasure from Jax’s invading toe. The black-haired girl whimpered as Jax’s fingers fucked her with increasing speed, the wet, slapping sounds of her pussy echoing obscenely.

Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

While the system was also too busy in granting points.

[DP+4]

[DP+1]

[DP+2]

[DP+3]

[ ... ]

Jax was a conductor of depravity, lost in the symphony.

The end approached fast. Pleasure coiled, tight and urgent, in his gut. The beast in him took over. His toe fucked the redhead harder. His fingers pistoned into the black-haired girl, rough and deep, as if he wanted to tear her apart from the inside.

"Too—too much! Ahhh! Stop!" the black-haired girl sobbed, her body bowing.

[DP +3]

The sloshing sounds from her abused pussy grew frantic. Jax couldn’t hold on.

"F-FUCK!" he roared.

His climax ripped through him. The first burst of thick, white cum shot onto the redhead’s stomach, splattering across her skin. The second jet followed, then the third, pooling in the hollow of her belly button, creating a small, shameful lake of his release.

But he wasn’t alone. Overstimulated and pushed past her limit, the black-haired girl’s body convulsed. A gush of clear fluid squirted from her pussy, drenching Jax’s hand and arm, and raining down onto the redhead beneath her, mixing with Jax’s cum.

The redhead lay there, her body a canvas of humiliation—wet with another woman’s squirt and Jax’s seed. The black-haired girl collapsed, twitching violently.

Jax saw his fingers, slick and glistening. He looked at the scene—the panting, crying women, the mess of fluids, the stunned spectators.

The artist stood back, surveying his work. A dark satisfied smile touched his lips.