Chapter 137: The Raisin

Jax opened the door.

Inside was a woman. Maybe mid-thirties. Sitting or rather Riding on top of a man who looked around forty.

The man’s face was something else. Eyes rolled back. Mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. Sweat dripping from everywhere. He looked like someone who had just run a marathon, lost, got beaten up, and then forced to run another one.

Both their bodies were hidden under a blanket. But the exhaustion on the man’s face told the whole story.

When they spotted Jax standing at the door with a girl hanging from his arm, they panicked.

The woman screamed and jumped to the other side of the bed.

The man screamed louder.

"AHHH! MY—"

His voice cracked. Whatever was happening under that blanket before, the cock which was locked and of course in pain, her sudden escape made it ten times worse. His face twisted in pure agony.

Jax stood there. Confused.

Masha hung from his grip. Her face flushed red for a moment seeing the scene. Then the horror returned as she remembered what was waiting for her.

The couple tried to process what was happening.

Then the woman’s confusion turned to anger.

"How did you enter our house?!" She had snatched the blanket and wrapped it around herself. Fully covered. Protected.

Which meant the man had nothing.

For a brief moment, before he could grab a pillow to cover himself, Jax saw it.

The one-eyed snake.

If you could even call it that.

It looked like a baby’s pinky finger. No. Smaller. Like a water-soaked raisin that had given up on life. A tiny mushroom that lost a fight against a lawnmower.

Jax just smiled.

Pride filled his chest.

’Damn. I really am blessed.’

He completely ignored the woman’s question and pointed at the man.

"Bro. What the fuck is that?"

The man froze. "W-what?"

"That." Jax gestured vaguely at his lower region. "That thing. Is that even functional? Does it work? Can you pee with it?"

"I— that’s none of your—"

"My nipple is bigger than that. Deadass. I’ve seen belly buttons with more depth."

The man’s face turned red. "How dare you—"

"No seriously. Is it always like that or did it just get scared when I walked in? Because if that’s the full size, bro, I’m genuinely concerned for your wife."

The woman snorted.

Then caught herself.

Then snorted again.

"Lisa!" The man looked at her, betrayed.

She quickly composed herself. "I— no, I wasn’t laughing at— okay maybe a little but—" She turned to Jax. "Who the hell are you to barge in here and—"

"Hold on." Jax held up a hand. "I need answers first. How do you two even... you know..." He made a vague gesture. "Does she need a magnifying glass? Do you have to announce when you’re inside? Like ’honey, I’m in’ because there’s no way she can feel—"

"ENOUGH!" The man grabbed a pillow and covered himself. His face was the color of a tomato.

The woman was biting her lip. Trying so hard not to laugh.

And failing.

"Lisa, stop!"

"I’m not doing anything!"

"You’re laughing!"

"I’m not— okay fine, maybe he has a point—"

"LISA!"

She caught herself again. Cleared her throat. Straightened up.

"Okay. Okay. This is— we’re getting off track." She looked at Jax. "Who are you and why are you in our bedroom?"

Jax grinned.

Then dropped Masha on the floor.

THUD.

Masha groaned.

He put both hands near his waist. Right around his crotch area. His pants were still on, but the position made the bulge very obvious.

Even soft, it looked like he was smuggling a weapon.

"This." He gestured to himself proudly. "This is what a real man looks like. This is the standard. This is the benchmark your husband should’ve been measuring himself against."

He looked at the woman.

"Leave him. Devote yourself to me. I’ll show you what heaven feels like."

For a moment.

Just a brief moment.

The woman’s eyes widened. Her gaze dropped to where his hands were. Something flickered in her expression.

Interest.

Then she snapped back to reality.

"Wait— no— you’re trying to distract me!" She pointed at him accusingly. "How did you get in here?! Why do you have a girl hanging off you like a sack?! What is happening?!"

Jax blinked.

"Oh shit. I forgot about all that." He scratched his head. "Your husband is such an attention taker. That tiny thing made me forget why I came here."

He reached down and grabbed Masha by her hood. Pulled her up like lifting a kitten.

"We need your room. For a while."

The woman stared at him. "What?"

"Your room. This one. We need it."

"Are you some kind of psychos?!"

"Don’t misunderstand." Jax’s voice shifted to something more serious. "I have a legit reason."

He shook Masha slightly.

"This girl right here? She’s from the enemy side. But she’s gonna help us win. Help our kingdom achieve victory. Help free the Queen."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"For that, we need a secret meeting. Away from every suspicious place. And fate has chosen your comfortable bed." He looked at the messy sheets. "I mean, house."

The couple exchanged suspicious looks.

They weren’t buying it.

Jax sighed.

Then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pin.

It was shiny. Made of expensive material. The kind of craftsmanship that screamed royalty.

He had stolen it earlier. When they were moving through the battlefield and Sylvie was being her usual sarcastic self. Her head had rested on his shoulder for support, and his thief instincts kicked in.

Looked expensive. Might be useful later.

And now it was proving its worth.

"See this?" He held up the pin proudly. "Now you know who trusted me with this meeting. For the future of this kingdom."

He made his most dignified face.

The woman squinted at the pin.

"What is this?"

Her voice was bored. Unimpressed.

’Shit. Did I get tricked? Was this thing worthless?’

But then the man spoke up.

"Lisa, don’t you recognize it? That’s the pin the Queen wore during that speech. Remember?"

The woman turned to her husband slowly.

"You sure remember everything she wears, don’t you?" Her voice was dangerously calm. "Do you also remember what color panties I shoved in your mouth last week when you were crying about lasting longer?"

The man’s face went pale. "That’s— that was— I wasn’t crying I was just—"

"Oh, you were crying. ’Please Lisa, give me one more chance, I can do better, I swear—’"

"NOT IN FRONT OF STRANGERS!"

She rolled her eyes and looked back at Jax.

"Fine. If it’s the Queen’s orders, we can’t do anything." She sighed and stood up, keeping the blanket wrapped tight around her body.

"We’ll wait outside. Tell us when you’re done with your... meeting."

Jax nodded. "Perfect. But since this is highly confidential, stay at the far end of your house. If anything leaks, you’ll be suspected and executed first."

She waved dismissively. "I don’t care about this stupid political stuff. We’re leaving."

She walked toward the door.

Behind her, her husband scrambled to follow. He grabbed whatever was left of the blanket and wrapped it around himself. From the front, he was covered.

From the back, his bare ass was completely exposed.

Jax watched him waddle away.

"Bro. What are you even trying to hide? At least something should be there to hide. Come on."

The man’s shoulders tensed. Embarrassed. Ashamed. Angry. All at the same time.

Jax called out one more time.

"Hey. After this boring war ends, everything will be back to normal tomorrow. When that happens, leave this needle-dick and follow me toward the path of heaven."

The woman paused.

She didn’t say anything.

Just a small grin.

Then she left.

The man followed. Face burning with humiliation.

The door closed.

Now they were alone.

Jax and Masha.

Masha’s eyes were wide with terror. Her body trembled.

"Please." Her voice cracked. "Please don’t do anything to me. I can do anything you want. Anything."

Jax looked at her.

"Anything?"

"Yes! Anything! Just please—"

"Then spread your legs."

She froze.

Her mind raced. ’He’s being playful. Testing me. This is just the beginning. He’s going to do something brutal. Some kind of torture.’

She didn’t notice the look in his eyes. The hunger. The lust.

She was too focused on the fear of gore. Of pain. Of punishment.

Jax walked to the door.

Click.

Locked.

Masha’s heart dropped.

She had nothing. No beasts to summon. They were all dead. No weapons. No allies. No escape.

She was completely lost.

Her lips moved silently. A prayer.

"God, please help me. Brother, please. Your sister needs you. Show up like you always do. Every time I needed you, you came. Please. Just one more time."

Jax laughed.

"Brother? That bastard?" He shook his head. "I’m pretty sure he’s crying more than you right now. Sitting somewhere thinking about his dead crush. He’s not coming for anyone."

He reached for his sword.

Started opening the hilt. About to throw the weapon aside.

Masha saw the movement.

’This is it. It’s starting.’

Something snapped inside her.

Fear turned to rage.

"You think you’re some kind of champion?!" Her voice cracked with anger. "Someone who thinks they’re superior?! You’re nothing but a pathetic coward!"

Jax paused.

Masha’s eyes burned with hatred.

"If my brother Jaxon was here... if he saw what state his sister was in..."

Her voice dropped to something cold. Something dangerous.

"Even hell would be scared of the torture he would bring upon you."