Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP-Chapter 257 : The Real Celestia

Some time had passed and both Jax and Celestia were locked in their bonking session.

Currently they were going at it in missionary. Well, technically it was Jax alone who was enjoying himself. For Celestia, this was a war. A war between her and Ava for dominance over the man beneath whose body she was currently pinned.

And she was failing miserably.

Jax was on top of her, hovering without pressing his full weight down. His hips drove forward in a steady rhythm, his cock rampaging through her virgin pussy with each thrust.

The feeling of his hot length splitting her open came with every push. Filling her. Stretching her. Reaching depths that sent shocks up her spine that she refused to acknowledge.

She didn’t know what to do. Should she moan like Ava did? Should she drop this pathetic act and just be herself? But in this state she couldn’t pick either option.

So she chose the worst possible third one. Silence. Pressing the bedsheets with white-knuckled fists. Holding every scream hostage behind clenched teeth.

Which made the entire situation worse.

Jax knew exactly what was going through her head. He pressed gently on her tits. Lowered his head beside hers until she could feel his breath against her ear. Then he started kissing her neck. Soft. Deliberate.

Taking the skin between his lips without biting. No pain. Just warmth. All while his dick stayed buried inside her, still working. Still thrusting into her tight, wet pussy that was responding to him whether she gave it permission or not.

Her pussy was reacting too much. Clenching around him with each stroke. Squeezing as if trying to pull him deeper. And she hated it. Because her body was being honest in ways her mouth refused to be.

SCHLPP— CLAP— SCHLPP— CLAP—

The wet slaps of their flesh filled the room with each thrust. Jax could feel the churning inside her. Her pussy producing more with every stroke. His cock was a mess now. Sticky. Soaked. Coated in the white milky cum her pussy lips were secreting constantly.

Celestia’s face had gone crimson. The embarrassment of her own body betraying her royal discipline was worse right now.

CLAP— SCHLPP— CLAP— SCHLPP—

Jax was reaching his limit. The pressure building at the base. His final thrusts turned brutal. Deep. Slow. Each one pushing to the absolute end of her and holding there for a moment before pulling back.

He could feel the hot itch of release building. His cock buried in her deepest spot, pressing against her g-spot with each grinding push.

His recovery potion, the one he had used between his session with Ava, was fading. Before Ava there had been Cleenah. His body had been through a marathon today and even potions had their limits.

He let the pressure go.

His cock pulsed inside her. Thick threads of cum painting her insides. Shot after shot at point-blank range against her cervix. Each spray made her twitch involuntarily. Her body jolting beneath him with every hot rope that flooded her depths.

After he emptied everything inside her, he rolled to the other side. Staring at the ceiling. Breathing heavy.

Meanwhile Celestia was rubbing her own pussy. The soreness. The itch. Her fingers working between her folds, pulling out the mixed fluids leaking from her. Her own juices and mainly Jax’s thick cum dripping onto the sheets as she tried to clean herself of the evidence of what she had just endured for the sake of dominance.

When she was done, she turned her face away from him. Showing him her back. Her ass. The curve of everything she had just given him while gaining nothing she wanted in return.

Jax was holding his own cock. Rubbing the head gently. The mixture of both their fluids coating his skin making the itch worse before it got better.

Then Celestia spoke. Without looking at him. "Ava is better than me, isn’t she?"

Jax raised an eyebrow. "What’s with this sudden stupid question?"

Her voice cracked. "It’s not stupid. It’s a serious question."

"Oh god. You’re still fixated on competing for me through sex? Didn’t I tell you I don’t care about that?"

"Again with the lies." Her voice carried something raw now. Something she wasn’t hiding anymore. "It was obvious you enjoyed your time with Ava. I could see it. Your mood was completely different with her compared to right now. You enjoyed it because she made you feel that way. And I failed. In every aspect."

Jax looked at her naked back. The tension in her shoulders. The vulnerability she was trying to disguise as frustration.

"You didn’t fail in anything. You—"

"Don’t try to patronize me."

"I was just being honest."

"Then be more honest." She still didn’t turn around. "You were different with her. Your face. Your pace. Even the way you held her waist. With her you were having fun. With me you were careful. Like I was something fragile that would break."

Her voice dropped. "Even after telling me you wouldn’t be gentle."

Jax went quiet. Because she was right. And he knew she was perceptive enough to have caught every detail even while being a complete mess herself.

"I don’t need your pity, Jax. And I don’t need your kindness either." Her voice steadied into something cold and final. "If you don’t want me, just say it. I will take the rejection as the end of my own greed. The weakness. The wanting. Whatever I’ve been going through, I will end it all."

Silence hung between them. Then Jax spoke. "Turn around, Celestia. We need to talk."

"No. I won’t. Not in this state where my face is doing things I didn’t authorize it to do."

Jax could feel the storm of emotions she was drowning in. The pride fighting the vulnerability. The princess battling the girl.

She added without prompting. "You know what, Jax? At first I thought you were someone worthy to stand by my side. That was the beginning. A simple assessment. A queen choosing a king."

She swallowed. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Then it changed. It became a competition with Ava. The original reason got buried under this stupid war I created in my head."

Her voice softened. "But it changed again today."

A pause.

"It makes me proud and furious at the same time. Watching you with those girls. And that demon girl. How you didn’t care about yourself. Threw yourself into fire that would have killed anyone else. Went against the entire system. Against every powerful person in the world. Without blinking."

Her fingers gripped the sheets.

"It captivated me even more. That feeling I had buried long ago, the greed of wanting what I desire apart from politics, it started kicking back in."

Her voice cracked again but she kept going.

"That childish dream every girl has. To want a person in her life who will not only protect her but understand her. Who would fight the whole damn world for her."

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"I was raised only to rule my kingdom. Trained in a way that kept my nation above everything else. Every desire that made a future queen look foolish was stripped away. Every emotion that could be exploited was beaten out of me. And what was left was this. Cold. Pragmatic. Cynical about love."

She turned. Not toward Jax. Toward the ceiling. A teary smile on her face that carried the weight of years she had never spoken about.

"But a weakness has been eating me up. Changing the part of me I was raised with. And it’s all because of you."

She stared upward.

"If I hadn’t changed, I would never be jealous of that demon girl. I would know logically that she could never be with you. That after this quest we return to our own world and none of this matters."

Her smile trembled.

"But the jealousy. The feeling of you getting more and more distant. It’s driving me insane."

Jax thought to himself. ’So this is the real Celestia. Not a princess. A confused and lost girl wearing a crown that was never meant to fit a human being.’

He looked at her. The teary smile. The ceiling-staring. The girl who had just ripped herself open and was lying in the wreckage of her own honesty.

"You said they raised you only to rule. Stripped every desire out of you. Made you into this cold machine that doesn’t feel anything."

Celestia didn’t move.

"But look at yourself right now. Crying naked in a man’s bed. Jealous. Angry. Confused. Wanting things you were told you shouldn’t want."

His voice carried something she hadn’t heard from him before.

"Sounds to me like they failed miserably."

Her eyes flickered.

"You think you’re broken because of what you’re feeling right now? Nah. You were broken before. That cold princess who didn’t want anything and didn’t need anyone. THAT was the broken version."

He shifted closer.

"This one right here? The messy, crying, jealous one?"

He flicked her forehead. Lightly. With one finger.

"This one’s the real product. Took you long enough."

Celestia stared at him. Her teary eyes wide with disbelief.

"Did you just... flick me?"

"You were getting too dramatic. Someone had to reset you."

"I poured my heart out to you and your response is a forehead flick."

"Would you have preferred a hug and some poetry? I can make something up." He cleared his throat. "Roses are red, your eyes are amber—"

"Stop. Immediately."

But the corner of her lips twitched. Against her will. Against every royal protocol that had been embedded into her bones since birth.

And then it happened. A laugh. Small. Broken. Half a sob still tangled inside it. But real. The first genuine laugh she had let out around him without calculation or purpose.

Something shifted in her chest. Like a lock turning that had been rusted shut for years.

She looked at him. This arrogant, insufferable, womanizing bastard who had just taken her most vulnerable moment and answered it with a forehead flick and terrible poetry.

And she wanted him. Not to win. Not to beat Ava. Not for her kingdom or her pride or her stupid war.

Just him. Right now. This version of him that made her laugh while she was still crying.

Her hand moved to his face. Palm against his cheek. Warm.

"One more time."

Jax raised an eyebrow. "The forehead flick?"

"No, you absolute fool."

Her thumb traced across his lower lip. Her amber eyes burned through the remaining tears with something that wasn’t sadness anymore.

"This time I’m not fighting a war. So don’t hold back on the real Celestia."

A beat.

"And I’ll be needing that boosting and help again. For my reward. Which hasn’t been fully claimed yet."

Jax looked at her face. The tears drying on cheeks that were finally showing something honest. The cold mask discarded somewhere on the floor between her clothes and her dignity.

He grinned.

While one matter was being sorted in Jax’s mansion, there was still a case left wide open at the academy. And the reasons behind it were quite the same.

It involved Jax. And jealousy.

And it would find him again very soon.