The AI in the room spoke with a calm voice. "Someone is at the door. Say open to open, or camera to check video."
Jax leaned back on the couch, still shirtless from earlier. He muttered, "Camera."
The wall shimmered and lit up. A live feed popped onto the glass screen. There she was.
Zinnia Reed.
She stood outside his dorm, her face stiff with anger. She wore gym clothes, simple but tight. A black vest clung to her chest, damp from sweat, the outline of her sports bra visible beneath. Her shorts hugged her hips, revealing toned legs that gleamed under the corridor lights. Even with fury painted on her face, her beauty burned sharp.
Jax's throat tightened. His dick twitched against his pants, a rush of heat crawling up his body.
He whispered under his breath. 'Just don't embarrass me, you fool. Wait. She's all yours soon.'
His lips curled. "Open."
The doors slid apart with a soft hiss. Zinnia stepped in. Jax got up, walking toward the entrance to greet her.
"Welcome," he said smoothly, eyes scanning her body once more.
He pressed the door closed with his hand, forgetting the AI control. He thought it locked, but the system remained slightly ajar.
He didn't notice.
"Come inside," he ordered.
She followed, her steps hesitant but steady. He guided her into his bedroom, the neon lights glowing faintly. The bed sat large, sheets crisp, the whole room humming with advanced systems.
He sat down on the bed, posture relaxed, sword still leaned at the side.
Zinnia stopped a few steps away. Her voice trembled, sharp but thin. "What… do you want from me?"
His smirk widened. "What else could I want from a loser like you? Except your body. That's the only thing useful to me."
Her hands clenched. She hissed. "I could kill you right here. End this. Right now."
He tilted his head. "And then?"
Her lips tightened.
He leaned forward. "You'd break the rule. The foundation of this world. You know it."
She bit her lip. "Who would tell them?"
His grin sharpened. "I thought you were clever. Have you forgotten? You sent the copy of our bet to Kiera. You were too confident. Too proud. You thought if you won, you'd brag in her face. But here we are. You lost."
Her face flushed. She looked away, fists shaking.
Jax leaned back, his voice calm but cutting. "Tonight, my fans will get lesson four. Never underestimate the weak."
He tapped his chest. "For me, fighting strong opponents was always easy. Predictable. They think like me. But I'm always a step ahead. The weak though? They're unpredictable. They come up with strange plans. Sometimes laughable, sometimes useless. But once in a thousand… their crazy idea shocks the world."
His eyes locked on hers. "That's me."
He stood, walking close, lowering his lips to her ear. His voice was a whisper but heavy as steel. "For the next hour, you will obey your master."
Her breath hitched. She turned, glaring, but his aura crushed her.
He thought silently. 'An hour… my weak body might not hold. But I need this. I need points. That item—Body Reset. Thirty points. If I can buy it, I'll fix this body. If I fail before that… my plan dies.'
Zinnia hissed. "Tssk. Do whatever you want. But remember this—it isn't over. Everything you do tonight, I'll make you pay back ten times."
He chuckled. "Deja vu. I've heard that line before. Maybe too many times."
She clenched her jaw, but he waved his hand dismissively. "Let's not worsen my mood. Let's begin."
Zinnia straightened suddenly, her pride flashing. She stood tall, lifting her chin, body stiff like a queen. Her hands moved as though she expected someone to undress her.
Jax laughed darkly. "Oye. You're not a princess here. Let me remind you. You're a slave. And slaves don't get served. You'll strip yourself."
He tilted his gaze down at himself. "Not just yours. Mine too."
Her teeth ground together. She grabbed the hem of her vest. Slowly, she pulled it off. The fabric stretched tight over her chest before sliding free.
Her sports bra pressed against full breasts, far larger than her petite body suggested. The sight made his dick throb.
She muttered bitterly. "I will remember this humiliation."
Her hands moved lower. She hooked her thumbs into her shorts. With a slow tug, she slid them down, revealing her underwear.
Her eyes flashed up, burning. "You've made the wrong enemy."
Jax chuckled, staring openly at her body. His mind clouded by lust. His mouth spoke automatically, a phrase he had repeated countless times in his gaming life. "Good. I need new enemies. My old ones… they're already fans."
Her face twisted. She was about to pull the last piece off when Jax raised his hand. "Stop. Come here. I changed my mind. I'll do it myself."
She hesitated, but his glare pulled her forward. Step by step, she reached him.
Jax peeled his t-shirt off first, tossing it aside. His muscles glistened with sweat, not bulky but sharp. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
He grabbed her suddenly, pushing her petite body onto the bed. The sheets rustled. She gasped, but his strength pinned her down.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, soft and heavy. The size almost didn't match her frame. His eyes burned.
He hooked his fingers under her bra, pulling hard. The elastic stretched. Snap!
It tore apart under his grip. The strap whipped her skin, leaving a sting.
She cried out, "Ahhh!" A sharp gasp of pain escaped her lips. But a moment later, she forced her expression back to cold composure, hiding behind her pride.
She had surrendered, but she refused to show weakness.
Jax's lips descended. He swallowed her breast, his tongue circling the nipple. Slurp. Muah. He sucked hard, leaving red marks. His teeth grazed lightly, teasing.
She bit her lip, breath sharp, chest heaving.
But no system notification appeared. No points yet.
He pulled back with a frown. 'Not working… damn it.'
His hand slid lower, down her stomach, slipping under her underwear. His fingers brushed her pussy. Wetness clung already, though her face burned with fury.
She shivered, her legs tensing. "Nngh…"
His smirk grew. "So your body knows better than your mouth."
His hand slid further down, brushing against her other hole through the thin fabric. He pressed lightly.
Her eyes shot wide. She screamed. "W-what are you doing?!"
He leaned close, whispering in her ear. "What? Don't act like a doll, my slave. If this is painful… how will you survive tonight?"
Her face twisted, confused, angry, embarrassed. She hissed through her teeth, body trembling under his touch.
His grin turned devilish. His hand pressed harder.
Her nails scraped the sheets. Her breath came ragged.
The night had only just begun.