Queen Adelina stood against the carriage. Her royal gown hung in tatters. The silk barely clung to her shaking body. Her shoulders lay bare where Jax's sword had sliced through.

She clutched the torn edges tight. Her eyes burned red from tears. Her once-perfect hair fell wild and messy.

Jax circled her slow. Sword still in hand. His face stayed cold. Like he was studying a bug.

"Please..." Her voice came out weak. A whisper. "I can give you gold. Land. A title. I'm the Queen of Veldora—I have power, resources—"

"I don't need any of that." Jax's words fell flat. No heat. No mercy.

"Then what do you want? Why are you doing this?"

"Testing." He reached out. Tore another strip from her shoulder. She flinched hard. But she didn't run. No place to go. "I need to understand how this world works."

"I can tell you anything about Veldora—the kingdom, the treasury, the paths, the blueprints—"

"No." He stepped in close. Breath hot on her skin. "Not that kind of information."

Her eyes went wide. Fear hit like ice. "No... please, no. I'm married. I have children. I'm a mother—"

"That's not relevant."

"I'm forty years old! Surely you'd prefer someone younger—"

"Age doesn't matter for what I need." His hand grabbed her chin. Forced her gaze up. Locked on his. "Now. Stop talking unless I ask you a question."

Tears poured down her face. Hot tracks. "Please... my husband... the King... he'll—"

"Your husband isn't here. Your guards are dead. No one is coming to save you." His tone stayed even. Like reading a list. "The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be."

Jax let go of her chin. Ripped the rest of the fabric from her torso. One clean pull.

She gasped loud. Hands flew up to cover. Her heavy tits spilled free—full and sagging just a bit from years of motherhood, dark nipples stiff in the cool air.

Below, her belly soft and rounded, leading down to thick thighs. Her pussy peeked out, not shaved smooth like a girl's, but trimmed with a few dark curls she must've hidden under royal layers—wet already from fear-sweat, lips puffy and begging despite her sobs.

"Please... I'm someone's wife. Someone's mother. How can you—"

"And that makes it even more interesting." His hand caught her wrist. Yanked it down. Away from her tits. Made them bounce heavy. "The contrast. The programming gave you a whole identity—marriage, children, status. Very thorough."

"Programming? What are you—I don't understand!"

He snagged her other arm. Pulled it free.

Queen Adelina stood there. Arms pinned back. Shaking like a leaf. No queen now. Just a scared woman. Stripped bare. Tits heaving with each sob. Pussy exposed, those stray hairs framing her slit like a dirty secret.

"Look at me," Jax said. Voice low. Command sharp.

She couldn't. Eyes squeezed shut. Tears leaked out.

"I said look at me."

Slow. She cracked them open. Filled with nothing but hurt. Broken hope.

"Good," he murmured. Almost soft. "Now stay still."

Jax pushed her down. Bent her over the carriage step. Rough wood bit her palms. She braced. Legs spread wide. Ass up. Exposed.

Her cheeks parted natural, showing her puckered asshole tight above that hairy-trimmed pussy, lips already glistening more than they should.

Her sobs hitched. Body tensed. "Please... don't. My children... they'll never—"

"Shh." He lined up behind her. Dick rock-hard, veins throbbing. Balls heavy and full, hanging low. Pressed the fat tip to her pussy lips. Dry at first. She clenched her hole tight. "Fascinating. The resistance response is very realistic. Whoever coded this NPC's behavioral patterns did exceptional work."

"No—I'm not—this isn't—" She choked on sobs. Tried to twist away. Ass cheeks jiggled from the move.

"Quiet. I need to focus." He thrust in. Slow at first. Forced past the clench. Inch by thick inch. Her pussy stretched wide around his shaft, those inner lips gripping like they hated it but needed more.

"Ahhh!" She cried out. Back arched. Pain twisted her face. Tits mashed against the wood. "Stop! Gods, please stop! It's too big—ripping me!"

He paused. Half-buried. Balls brushing her thighs. Tilted his head. Watched her shake. "The pain simulation is spot on. But look—pussy's already juicing up. Adaptive wetness kicking in. Smart design."

She bucked. Tried to crawl forward. Ass clenching, pussy sucking at his dick. "My husband... he'll kill you for this! I beg you—"

Jax gripped her hips. Fat fingers digging into soft flesh. Slammed the rest in. Balls-deep slap against her clit. Held there. His sack pressed hot to her mound, twitching with the need to unload.

"Nngh!" Her pussy fluttered wild. Gripped his dick like a hot, wet fist. Soaked now. Juices coating his shaft despite the tears.

"Interesting." He pulled back slow. Balls dragging over her skin. Then drove in again. Clap. Heavy sack smacking her pussy lips. "The physical responses don't match the verbal protests. The developers really added complexity here."

Tears soaked the carriage wood. "My son... he's only ten... he needs his mother—please, mercy!"

He ignored it. Set a rhythm. Steady. Deep. Hands locked on her waist. Kept her pinned. Balls swinging forward with each thrust, slapping her clit wet and loud.

Clap. Clap. Schlick.

Her body rocked hard. Tits swinging like pendulums, Nipples hard from the air. Or the unwanted heat building in her hole.

She begged more. Voice cracked. "I'm a queen... not some whore... have pity! "

Jax leaned over her. Breath hot on her neck. Thrust harder. Felt her pussy clench greedy. Soak his dick more. Balls tightening up with each slap.

"ahh!" A moan slipped out. Unwanted. Her hips twitched back. Just a bit. Pussy lips sucking at his base.

He noticed. Smirked. Pounded faster. Balls smacking her clit like a drum. "There it is. Even involuntary responses are programmed. Remarkable. Feel that? Your hole's drooling for my cock now."

Shame burned her face. "No... I don't want... this isn't me! Your dick's too thick—stretching my married pussy!"

"Your code says otherwise." He grabbed her hair. Yanked her head back. Exposed her throat. Rammed deep. Balls buried against her, churning with cum.

She sobbed. But her pussy clenched harder. Juices dripped down her thighs. Betrayed her. Hole milking his shaft like it craved the load.

[Devotion Points +5]

Jax froze. Hands dug into her hips. Buried to the hilt. Balls pressed snug to her slick folds.

'The system works here?'

Another ping hit his mind.

[Devotion Points +3]

Adelina glanced back. Face flushed red. Sweat beaded on her brow. Tits heaving. "Why... what's wrong? Your cock throbbed—don't stop now just end it already!"

Jax didn't answer. Brain spun fast.

'I'm gaining DP. The system is fully functional. That means...'

A slow grin cracked his face. Eyes lit up. Dark.

'I can farm DP here. From anyone in this entire world. This place is an unlimited resource.'

He looked down at her. Queen Adelina. Naked. Bent over. Trembling under him. Pussy stuffed full, lips red and swollen around his dick. Not a woman anymore. Just points. Pure potential. Her hole twitching, begging for more despite the sobs.

'If I get DP from her, I can get it from others. Servants. Noblewomen. Peasants. With that body-swap skill, I could become kings, princes, brothers, husbands—access anyone. Stuff their wives' holes, slap my balls on royal asses. They're all just potential points.'

His grip crushed her hips. Bruise marks bloomed under his fingers. Balls aching, ready to empty.

"What's wrong?" Adelina's voice shook. Fear mixed with confusion. Her pussy clenched needy. "Why are you smiling? Your dick's twitching inside me—"

"Nothing's wrong." His tone flipped. Cheerful now. Almost boyish. "In fact, everything just got better."

"I don't understand—"

"You don't need to." He yanked her back hard. Onto his cock. Full force. Balls slapping her clit with a wet smack.

"Gah!" She gasped. Body jolted. Pussy spasmed around him. Juices squirted light.

"Just keep doing what you're doing." He set back in. Faster. Brutal. Doggy style. Her ass rippled with each slap. Fat cheeks bouncing off his hips.

Clap. Clap. Schlick. Schlick.

His heavy balls swung wild, smacking her swollen pussy lips, coating in her slick.

She moaned. Broken. Fought it. But her hips bucked back. Met him halfway. Hole gripping his dick like a vice.

[DP +4]

He laughed low. Pounded deeper. Hands roamed. Squeezed her tits hard. Fingers sank into soft flesh. Pinched nipples till milk-white skin pinked. Pulled them long.

"Nngh! Ahh!" Her cries mixed pain and heat. Body arched. Pushed her ass into him. Pussy walls rippling.

"See?" He growled. One hand slid down. Found her clit. Rubbed rough circles. Thumb grinding the nub. "Code's overriding now. Good girl. Your hole's creaming my balls."

Tears fell. But she clenched. Soaked. Close. Pussy farting wet with each thrust.

He felt it. Smiled wider. Rammed home. Over and over. Balls tightening, slapping her harder—thwack, thwack—full and ready to burst.

Clap. Clap. Her ass red from the hits. Juices slicked his thighs. Dripped from his sack.

"Come on," he taunted. Fingers flew on her clit. "Break for me. Show the programming. Milk my dick with that royal pussy."

She shattered. Scream ripped out. "Nooo—ahhhh!" Pussy convulsed. Gushed hot squirt down his balls. Hole spasming wild, sucking him deep.

[DP +6]

Jax groaned loud. Followed her over. Pumped deep. Balls contracting hard. Filled her up. Thick ropes blasting her womb. Overflow hot, bubbling out around his dick, soaking his sack and her thighs.

They stayed locked. Panting. Her body limp. Pussy still twitching on his spent cock. His mind already plotting next.

The world was his farm now. And he was just getting started.

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