Jax's blade had successfully sliced through the girl's t-shirt and carved a clean line through the side of her jeans. He'd stopped the cut midway, pulling back just before the metal could bite into flesh.

'Don't want a bleeding body. Not yet, anyway.'

He looked at her properly now. Peach-colored hair that fell in messy waves. Her face was actually quite fuckable, delicate features, pouty lips that would look good wrapped around something.

But her chest... damn. The smallest breasts he'd seen in this world. Even Zinnia with her petite body had more up top than this girl.

'Still fuckable though. Jax doesn't discriminate when it comes to fucking. Everyone gets the same treatment. That's ethics, baby. Where there's a hole, Jax's brain supplies the pole.'

The peach-haired girl was just turning to see what the commotion was about. She felt a sudden wave of air brush against her stomach.

In the next instant, her t-shirt was completely gone. Just... vanished. Cut so cleanly it fell in pieces before she could even grab it.

"What the—?!"

She hissed and immediately clutched at her jeans, which were sliding down her hips from the partial cut. One hand desperately held them up while the other tried to cover her exposed bra.

The entire throne room's attention snapped to a single person.

Jax stood there, his eyes already scanning past the peach girl, cataloging the three women standing behind her.

First: Curly light red hair that bounced with every breath. Black eyes filled with rage. And something MUCH bigger that Jax could definitely hold onto during his "revenge path." Those tits were practically weapons.

'Oh, I'm grabbing those. Definitely grabbing those.'

Second: Tank top and short shorts combo. Black hair pulled back in a high ponytail that swung behind her like a rope just screaming for Jax's mind to imagine pulling it. Hard. While hitting it from behind.

'That ponytail is getting yanked. No question.'

Third: Zoe. The current leader here. She had platinum blonde hair styled in a low bun, blue eyes that looked calculating and dangerous. She wore a hoodie and leggings that hugged curves in all the right places.

The most promising of the four.

Jax smiled wide, his eyes gleaming with pure perverted joy.

'Oh god, why are you forcing me into ANOTHER fivesome? I haven't even recovered from those dwarven women yet! And now you send me here, surrounded by beauties that require my hammer to be fixed? You're really cruel to me, you know that?'

Even the gods hearing this internal monologue would have flinched. Or laughed. Probably laughed at this lustful maniac pinning his sexual desires on divine intervention.

His sword came up again, pointing at the peach girl beside him. She was ready now, one hand still gripping her jeans, eyes darting between him and an escape route.

Then she saw it and smiled.

Behind Jax, all the boys were charging. And this perverted bastard wasn't even paying attention to them.

But the truth was, Jax never had to.

Another figure came flying through the air. Roxana's boot connected with a boy's face with a sickening CRACK. The impact sent him flying backward into two others.

She landed between Jax and the mob, her back to his. Twenty-plus guys stood in front of her now. All of them champions, all of them stronger than average.

'I have to defeat them. I have to. While not letting anyone disturb Jax. Somehow.'

She had no idea how she was going to manage that. But she had to anyways as she didn't knew what new havoc he will bestow on her after that.

Meanwhile, Jax's devilish smile widened as he closed the gap between himself and the peach girl. She stepped backward, terror mixing with fury on her face.

When his sword came up to strike again, she finally used her magic.

A green-colored beam shot from her palms, crackling with energy.

Jax dodged, his body moving so fast he blurred. He reappeared directly behind her.

His hand reached out and grabbed the string on the back of her bra. One quick pull and it came undone.

Snap.

"Why are you even wearing this when you don't have the stuff to fill it?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.

"YOU BASTARD!" She hissed and spun around, firing green beams wildly in every direction.

Jax dodged left. Right. Ducked under one.

But his mind was too fixated on his lust. On how he was going to begin. Which one first. What positions. How rough. The planning distracted him for just a split second.

One of the green beams struck him square in the chest.

FZZZT.

The energy spread across his body. It felt like... pinching? Like dozens of tiny needles poking his skin. Annoying but barely painful.

'Decay magic? Rot magic? Some kind of corrosion shit?'

His smile grew even wider. Almost manic.

"So things get more interesting!" he said, laughing. "Your resistance will make this too sweet. Breaking you will be DELICIOUS when all your struggling turns out to be completely useless!"

She didn't stop. Kept firing beam after beam, pouring more magic into each attack.

Then she pulled up his status window, desperate to see if she was doing any damage at all.

[Champion Jax Rayne]

[Level 35]

[HP: 49,997 / 50,000]

[MP: 2,200 / 2,200]

Her face went pale.

Level 35. HP so high it looked like a typo. And her strongest attack had taken away... three points. THREE.

A drop from an ocean.

'I'm doomed. We're all doomed.'

Jax was about to close in and strip her again when something whistled through the air.

WHOOSH.

An arrow. Made of pure light. Aimed at his head.

Jax moved his head back at the last possible second. The arrow passed so close it actually cut a single hair from his temple.

His eyes snapped toward the source, filling with dark anger.

"Who DARED to interrupt?!" His voice boomed across the throne room. "I was just helping this poor lady grow her cups! You know, only a man like me can fix that kind of problem!"

The other three girls stood ready to attack, weapons drawn, magic crackling.

Jax analyzed them quickly.

Black-haired ponytail girl held a bow made entirely of light. Definitely her skill. Her magic creating the weapon.

Zoe had short knives in both hands, held in a reverse grip. Assassin type for sure.

And the red-haired one with the massive tits? She was charging straight at him with bare fists, no weapon, just pure brawling fury.

Jax's smile returned. "All fighting types. Let's see how this fire in your eyes melts when I use you. All at once. That'll be more thrilling, won't it?"

The red-haired woman's fist came flying toward his face.

Jax dodged smoothly and caught her wrist mid-punch. Then he gently spun her around, rotating her body like they were dancing, dipping her slightly.

"Shall we waltz first, beautiful?"

WHOOSH.

Another light arrow shot at his back. But he couldn't dodge now. The arrow's trajectory would hit the red-haired girl if he moved.

From behind his back, without even looking, Jax brought his sword up as a barrier.

CLANG.

The arrow shattered against the blade.

"Careful!" he called out. "You'll hurt my—"

He felt it before he saw it. A distortion in space directly behind him. Teleportation skill.

Jax released the red-haired woman and dodged to the side.

Zoe appeared where he'd been standing a microsecond ago, both knives slashing through empty air where his kidneys should have been.

But Jax had already predicted the move. He was standing behind HER now.

His hand shot out, fingers tangling in her platinum blonde hair. He found the pins holding her low bun in place and yanked them free.

Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, messy and wild, strands falling across her face and shoulders. Jax's fingers immediately tangled through it, wrapping the silky threads around his knuckles, tugging just hard enough to tilt her head back and expose her throat.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Those bun styles aren't my type, sweetheart. This is much better. Gives me something to grab onto later."

His other hand twisted deeper into her hair, massaging her scalp roughly, possessively, like he was already claiming ownership.

Zoe's body went rigid, a strange mix of fear and something else running through her.

Meanwhile, across the room, Roxana was breathing so heavily her lungs burned.

Each inhale felt like swallowing fire. Each exhale came out as a ragged gasp.

The boys weren't weak. Not even close. Each one was strong. Unique fighting styles. Different magic types. Coordinated attacks.

She was barely winning. Barely surviving.

Blood dripped from a cut on her arm. Her ribs ached from a kick that had nearly broken bone.

But she was still standing.

Whenever she felt like giving up, whenever her legs wanted to buckle and her magic wanted to fizzle out, she'd glance toward the cage.

Her sister. Queen Sylvie. Half-conscious. Beaten. Broken.

And that image gave her everything she needed.

Rage. Determination. The will to keep fighting.

She unleashed another blast of magic, dropping two more opponents.

Only ten boys remained now.

'Just ten more. I can do this. I HAVE to do this.'

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