Roxana didn't know what to do. She just stood there, her face was a sticky mess, watching the aftermath. Her body was buzzing with leftover frustration and a weird, hollow feeling.

She looked at Jax, who was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his chest. Even exhausted, he looked like a predator taking a break between kills.

But the thing that really pissed her off? He'd fucked four women raw in front of her and hadn't even glanced her way. Not once even after cuming right in her face.

'Again. He didn't give me a fuck. Not even a pity one. I'm just… furniture. A fucking sex sofa or a potion-holder.'

She stood there, cum drying on her cheeks and chin, feeling pathetic.

Before her simmering anger could boil over, a cool, sharp voice cut through the throne room's heavy air.

"You are not going anywhere."

Jax and Roxana turned.

It was Sylvie.

She was leaning against the wall, one hand raised. Frost swirled around her fingertips. Roxana recognized her sister's ice magic instantly, but Jax looked confused until he followed her gaze.

Zoe. The platinum blonde was crawling, fast and desperate, across the shattered floor.

Her target was clear: her second knife, gleaming near the far wall.

She was almost there, fingers stretching—

Crack!

A wall of ice erupted from the floor, blocking her path. Solid, thick, and shimmering.

Zoe hissed, scrambled sideways.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Another barrier. Then another. Ice walls shot up around her in a rapid, clinking sequence, forming a perfect, glistening prison. She was trapped inside a transparent box, her palms slapping against the cold walls in panic.

Jax looked from the ice cage to Sylvie. A slow smirk touched his lips. He gave her a single, respectful nod.

Sylvie, still looking regal even while propped against a broken wall, winked and gave him a tired thumbs-up.

Jax's eyes lingered on her for a second. 'Cool. Literally. And so damn different from her messy, cum-faced sister.'

His gaze then slid to Roxana, who was still trying to wipe his release off her face with her sleeve. The disgust in his eyes wasn't for the cum. It was for her. For failing. For letting those two girls die on her watch while her sister handled a champion with icy, effortless grace.

Roxana saw that look and misinterpreted it completely. Her face flushed with fresh humiliation.

'He's disgusted by me. Because I'm dirty. Because I have his… his stuff on my face!'

Her mouth opened, ready to scold him, to scream, to demand he look at her properly—

But Jax had already turned away, his focus back on the prize in the ice.

His steps were slow, deliberate. The soft thud of his boots on the stone was the only sound. A predator taking his time with cornered prey.

He circled the ice prison once, his eyes tracing Zoe's terrified form.

Then he stopped in front of it. He drew his fist back and, without any fancy wind-up, punched.

CRUNCH!

The ice prison didn't just crack; it exploded into a shower of glittering shards. Sylvie's eyebrows rose in genuine appreciation.

'Damn. That's raw strength. No magic. Just… force.'

Before the last ice crystal had hit the ground, Jax was moving. He closed the distance, his movements smooth and efficient. One hand snaked behind Zoe's back, the other landed possessively on her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

It was his thing now. The fake kindness before the brutality.

He slammed her forward. Her naked body hit a large, remaining slab of ice on the floor. A sharp gasp was punched from her lungs.

"Ahhk—!"

He pinned her there, his weight forcing her down. The freezing cold of the ice met the burning, swollen heat of her freshly used pussy.

"Eeehh! C-cold! N-no!"

She twitched violently, a fish on a block, her muscles seizing from the shocking temperature contrast.

Jax leaned down, his voice a parody of concern right next to her ear. "See? How nice I am? After breaking your.. or precisely my pussy…" He ground her down harder for emphasis, making her whimper. "...I'm taking care of it. Applying ice to the swollen, sore pussy. Reduce the inflammation. Can you find a better man than me? Hmm?"

His tone was all sugary sarcasm. Then it vanished, replaced by a sharp, commanding snap as he grabbed her cheeks, squeezing hard.

"You need to be calm. You're too stubborn. Running here and there. I hope this will… chill you out."

He held her there, letting the ice do its cruel work. Her struggles grew weaker, her cries turning into shivers. After a minute of silent torture, he finally pulled her off.

She collapsed to the floor, barely catching herself on her hands and knees. The cold had sapped the last of her strength. She trembled, her skin pebbled and pale.

Jax looked at the others. Sylvie was watching with a devilish, approving smile. Roxana was still scrubbing her face raw, angry and ignored.

"We're done here," Jax announced, cracking his neck. "Time to humbly kill the rest of these bastards."

Sylvie nudged her chin toward Zoe. "What about her? Kill her?"

Jax scoffed. "Nah. She's very valuable, you know."

He walked over to the trembling champion. She tried to crawl away, a pathetic, weak movement.

He simply bent down, slid his right arm under her stomach, and lifted. He held her in a specific, humiliating carry: her head hung down, her ass pointed forward, his arm wrapped around her torso from behind, locking her in place against his hip.

Like carrying a sack of grain. Or a dog.

He looked at Sylvie. "If I let her die now, what's the point of all this? All this… humiliation?" He gave Zoe a little bounce, making her moan weakly.

"You know how her friend, the leader of this little gang, will feel when I show her this? This ruined pussy, this stretched asshole, this whole broken body? It'll break her. Shatter her spirit. And then…" He grinned. "...my magic wand will break her further. Perfect revenge, isn't it?"

Sylvie's face went from amused to horrified as his logic unfolded. It was cruel. It was extreme. It was… chillingly effective.

"But…" she started, then laughed a dry, exhausted laugh. "You think beating me or my comrades makes you the strongest? You're wrong."

She looked at Zoe, and for a second, real regret flashed in her eyes. "I wasn't serious about this game. I was just… chilling. And look where it got me. Captured by a psycho." Her gaze hardened, aimed at Jax.

"But my friend isn't like me. She'll come for you. Wherever you are. She'll tear that pathetic cock of yours off. Until then… just wait."

SMACK!

The sound was brutally loud. Jax's palm connected with Zoe's exposed ass with enough force to make her whole body jerk. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly.

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more. Faster. Her ass cheeks jiggled, then bore the deep, angry imprints of his fingers.

"You haven't learned a lesson, have you?" Jax's voice was flat.

Zoe, tears streaming, managed a pained, defiant smile through gritted teeth. "I'll… be waiting for that day."

Jax didn't bother replying. He turned, adjusting his grip on his human luggage. "We keep moving. Can't let our Queen of Meri… ahh, whatever this kingdom is called," he said with dripping sarcasm, "wait too long. Gotta eliminate these stupid bastards who crawled out of their weird little world."

As they started walking—Jax carrying Zoe like a trophy, Sylvie moving with surprising grace beside him, and Roxana trailing behind, a storm of silent fury—Zoe's confused, pain-glazed eyes locked on Jax.

'Don't… don't these people know? He's like us.'

The thought flickered and died in her exhaustion.

The walk through the ruined palace was quiet, save for Sylvie. The queen had found a second wind, and it was chatty.

"So, Jax," she said, falling into step beside him as if they were on a stroll. "You were really something back in my throne room. That performance."

Jax glanced at her, unsure. 'Is she talking about the fight? Or the four-way fuck? With her sense of humor, it's definitely the fuck.'

"Thank you for your appreciation," he said, playing it neutral.

She slung an arm around his shoulder, leaning on him for support like an old friend. "You know, a man with your… hormonal horsepower… should settle down. Find a woman who can match that energy. She'd support you. Keep you in check."

Jax stayed silent, staring ahead.

Sylvie's eyes flicked back to Roxana, then to Jax. "I know you're wild. Animal wild. And I know another wild being of your type." Her voice was light, teasing. "Want my assistance with the… bonding?"

Jax finally bit. "If you mean yourself, then fine. I accept. You are my type, Queen." He gave her a sideways look, all fake seriousness. "So, can I have the pleasure to fuc— I mean, bond with you till death? I promise, there won't be a single day you won't crave my—"

"Ah! We've gone too far!" Sylvie interrupted, laughing. She knew it was all sarcastic tennis. "Can't you talk seriously for once?"

"I was serious. Trust me." He paused. "But you weren't serious from the start. What's with the 'wild partner' thing? I'm not some pervy guy, you know. I have standards."

Sylvie snorted. "Yeah, I've seen your standards. I know you were forced to do all that a moment ago." She said it mockingly, then added, her tone shifting to something almost genuine, "And by the way, I was serious about a partner for you. I was thinking to—"

Roxana, who knew her sister's mischievous setups, saw her gaze land on her. She opened her mouth to cut in, to stop whatever was coming—

A man stepped out from behind a collapsed pillar, blocking the corridor ahead.

Everyone froze.

Jax's system scan kicked in instantly, windows layering over his vision.

[Champion: Harry]

[Level: 39]

[HP: 9,000 / 9,000]

[MP: 100,000 / 100,000]

Jax's eyes went wide. 'Level 38? MP through the roof? This isn't a grunt.'

The man's eyes, burning with fury, were locked not on Jax, but on the figure slung over his shoulder. On Zoe's bruised, naked, helpless form.

His face twisted from confusion to horror, then into pure, unadulterated rage.

His voice, when it came, was a low, vibrating growl that seemed to shake the very dust in the air.

"What," he snarled, each word dripping with promised violence, "have you done to her, you bastard?"

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