Chapter 196: The Holy Sword Named Dih..

Last night was a nightmare for poor Brian.

He woke from restless dreams. Looked at his mother sleeping beside him. Her face told a story of immense struggle. Pain. Exhaustion.

Uncle Jax’s exorcism had been harsh.

Brian recalled the sounds from last night. How Uncle Jax made the demon go away. But in the process, mother’s body was hurt. It was inevitable, he supposed. Fighting demons was dangerous work.

He hadn’t seen the battle directly. But he could tell from the sounds alone that it must have been absolutely awesome.

Uncle had dominated from the very start. He never screamed. Not once. Not even a little bit. Instead, he made the demon beg.

Brian remembered hearing countless slaps. Uncle must have been slapping the demon’s cheeks over and over. Disciplining it. Showing it who was in charge.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Then there was the tail pulling. The demon had begged Uncle Jax to stop pulling so hard. Its cries were pitiful.

"MY TAIL! NOT SO HARD! AHHHN—!"

At first, Brian thought Uncle might lose. The demon seemed to be enjoying the fight. Taunting him.

"Give me more!"

"Much harder!"

"Don’t stop! Not yet!"

"Cum inside me!"

Brian didn’t know what "cum" meant, but the demon was clearly mocking Uncle. Telling him his attacks weren’t working. Daring him to try harder.

But then Uncle Jax showed his true power.

The entire floor started shaking. Slap after slap echoed through the apartment. Then Uncle had pinned the demon against the wall. The wall right next to Brian’s room.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

He punished the demon so hard that Brian feared the wall might break. If that happened, the demon could escape. Uncle Jax would lose.

But Uncle was a true warrior.

The wall held strong. And so did his dominance over the demon.

Brian remembered the demon crying out in desperation.

"Right there! Hit right there!"

It was mocking Uncle. Telling him exactly where to strike, as if Uncle couldn’t hurt it no matter what he tried.

But Uncle proved it wrong.

He hit that exact spot. Over and over and over. Until the demon couldn’t speak properly anymore. Just incoherent screaming.

Then came the part that confused Brian the most.

The demon started counting its defeats.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Four times it admitted Uncle was winning. But still, it refused to leave mother’s body. Stubborn creature.

So Uncle used a different technique.

Brian heard him say "Turn around" in his commanding voice. Uncle must have wanted to attack the demon from a new angle. Smart strategy.

The demon obeyed.

Then screamed even louder than before.

"FROM BEHIND?! YOU’RE ATTACKING FROM BEHIND?! MY HOLE— AHHHHH—!"

Uncle had found the demon’s blind spot. No wonder it was so shocked.

What followed was the most intense battle of the entire night.

The sounds were different now. Wetter. Like Uncle was fighting in mud or something. Maybe the demon was melting from his holy attacks.

SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH.

"YOUR DICK IS DESTROYING ME!"

Brian paused at this memory. What was a dick?

He thought about it carefully.

It must be Uncle’s secret weapon. A holy sword named Dick that destroys demons. It sounded like a powerful name for a weapon. Strong. Intimidating.

The demon kept screaming about Uncle’s Dick.

"YOUR DICK IS TOO BIG, PROFESSOR!"

"YOUR DICK IS REACHING MY WOMB!"

"I CAN FEEL YOUR DICK IN MY STOMACH!"

Uncle’s weapon must be very long to reach all those places inside the demon. No wonder he was a top professor at the academy. His Dick was legendary.

At some point, the demon tried bargaining.

"It’s hurting! It’s itching too much! Slow down please! AHHH— Pull it out!"

But Uncle showed no mercy.

He continued the assault without hesitation. A true hero does not negotiate with demons. That’s what Brian learned from his storybooks.

Then the demon said something that truly scared Brian.

"BREED ME! PUT YOUR BABY INSIDE ME!"

Was the demon trying to reproduce? Create more demons using mother’s body? This was serious! An army of demons could be born!

But Uncle responded immediately. "You want my seed? Earn it."

Brian’s eyes had widened in understanding.

So Uncle’s holy power was called seed! That made perfect sense. Seeds grow into plants that defeat darkness. Uncle was going to plant his holy seed inside the demon to destroy it from within.

Genius. Absolutely genius.

The final moments were brutal.

Uncle announced his ultimate attack.

"Here it comes. Take all of my seed."

The demon screamed so loud that Brian thought the entire neighborhood would wake up.

"YES! FILL ME! EVERY DROP! DON’T WASTE A SINGLE DROP!"

Even in defeat, the demon was greedy. It wanted all of Uncle’s holy power for itself.

Then everything went quiet.

Brian had waited for Uncle to come get him. To tell him the battle was won. That mother was safe.

But Uncle didn’t come for a long time.

Instead, Brian heard him say: "Ready for round two?"

There was more fighting to do.

The second battle lasted even longer than the first. And the third. And the fourth.

Uncle Jax fought the demon seven times that night.

Seven complete exorcisms.

Brian was in awe.

Now, in the morning light, Brian carefully climbed out of bed. He didn’t want to disturb his mother’s sleep. She needed rest after being possessed.

He walked quietly through the apartment. Peeked into the room where Professor was sleeping.

Uncle Jax lay on his stomach. Naked from the waist up. A blanket covered his lower body.

But Brian could see the damage.

Scratches covered his back. Deep ones. Like the demon had clawed at him desperately. His shoulders bore similar wounds. And on his neck... a really bloody mark. Like something had bitten him.

Brian’s eyes filled with tears.

"Uncle... thank you. Thank you for protecting my mother."

The tears dripped down his cheeks.

Uncle Jax was a true hero.

Some time later, Jax, Brian, and Nyara sat at the dining table.

Breakfast was served. Jax was already dressed and ready for his classes at the academy.

Everyone was eating quietly. Peacefully.

Then Brian spoke.

"Mommy, when will the demon come back?"

Nyara choked on her toast. Coughing violently.

"W-What?!"

"Professor said demons sometimes return." Brian’s face was completely serious. "Will you need saving again?"

Nyara shot Jax a nervous, panicked look.

Jax sipped his juice calmly. Completely unbothered. "Demons are unpredictable, Brian. They could return any time."

He set down his glass. "Tonight. Tomorrow. Next week. You never know."

Brian’s expression grew grave. Determined.

"Then Professor should stay with us! Forever! So he can always save mommy!"

Nyara opened her mouth to say something. To shut this conversation down before it went further.

Jax spoke first. "That is a wonderful idea, Brian."

Nyara’s eye twitched.

"But I have my own duties to take care of. However..."

He smiled warmly at the boy.

"If anything ever happens to your mother again, I will be there. I promise."

Brian leaped from his chair and hugged Jax tightly. "Thank you, Uncle! You’re the best!"

Jax smiled at Nyara over Brian’s shoulder.

She was blushing. With shame. With embarrassment. With memories of last night flooding back.

Jax’s smile widened.

"Do not worry, Nyara. If the demon returns..."

His eyes glinted mischievously.

"I will perform another exorcism. As many times as needed."

Brian pulled back, beaming.

"Professor is so brave!"

Nyara wanted to strangle him.

But her body remembered last night. Every touch. Every thrust. Every overwhelming orgasm.

And somewhere deep inside, a traitorous part of her was already looking forward to the next possession.

After breakfast, Jax left for the academy.

He walked through the streets on foot. The morning air was crisp. Students and citizens bustled about their daily routines.

Then he spotted her.

A girl walking alone. People staring at her as she passed. Whispers following in her wake.

"Seraphina."

She turned at his voice. Recognition flickered in her eyes. She gave a respectful nod and a slight bow.

"Professor."

Jax joined her. They started walking together toward the academy.

"What a coincidence," Jax said casually. "I wanted to have a talk with you."

Seraphina’s expression turned apologetic.

"I know, Professor. What you may ask, but..."

She hesitated. "I’m really sorry. I can’t join your roster."

Jax raised an eyebrow but let her continue.

"My father will be there to watch the competition. He’s already said he wants to see me and my brother fighting together as a unit. To show unity between us to the world."

She sighed.

"There are multiple reasons behind the scenes for this decision. Political ones."

Her voice carried frustration.

"I wanted to join you. I even argued with my brother about it. But he won’t listen. He refuses to join your team."

She looked down.

"And therefore... it’s really hard for me to go against both of them."

Jax’s mind was already calculating.

Possibilities. Angles. Leverage points.

A vicious smile spread across his face. "Don’t worry."

Seraphina looked up at him.

"We will figure things out. "His voice carried absolute confidence.

"Until then, don’t join any other team. I promise you..."

He met her eyes directly.

"You will dominate this tournament with your favorite professor’s team."

Seraphina smiled softly. She didn’t reply verbally. But her expression said she wanted to believe him.

Then her eyes drifted to his neck.

She tilted her head curiously.

"Professor... is that a wound on your neck?"

Her gaze narrowed slightly. "Or is it a hickey?"