Jax’s eyes cracked open to an unexpected sight: cleanliness.
The room that had looked like a tornado of fur, cum, and broken furniture last night was now spotless. The bed was fixed. The floor was mopped. Even the claw marks on the walls were sohow gone.
’What the fuck? Did she use magic? Or is she just that good at hiding evidence?’
He sat up, feeling the familiar ache of a night well spent. His naked body was covered in faint scratch marks that tingled when he moved.
He grabbed his shorts and t-shirt from a neatly folded pile beside the bed. Soone had even washed them.
’Damn. She’s wife material. Wait, no. Bad Jax. Focus.’
The house was small, cozy, and eerily quiet. Jax padded barefoot across the wooden floor, scanning his surroundings.
To his right was Brian’s room. The door was slightly ajar.
Curiosity got the better of him. He peeked inside.
Brian was sprawled across his bed, snoring like a chainsaw, drool pooling on his pillow. Completely oblivious. Completely innocent.
’Good. He has no idea his mom got railed six ways to Sunday last night. Let’s keep it that way.’
Jax yawned, his own exhaustion crashing over him like a wave. His eyes felt heavy, his body sluggish.
’I didn’t sleep for shit. First, we fucked until 4 AM. Then Nyara’s fur kept tickling my chest every ti she moved. It was like sleeping with a living feather duster.’
A rhythmic chopping sound echoed from the kitchen.
Jax followed it.
Nyara stood at a wooden counter, her back to him, skillfully dicing chunks of at with a large cleaver. Her orange fur caught the morning light streaming through the window, giving her an almost ethereal glow.
She was preparing for her stall. Even after last night, she was up early, working hard, providing for her son.
’Respect,’ Jax thought, leaning against the doorfra. ’This woman’s got grit.’
Nyara turned, sensing his presence. Her eyes widened slightly, and a warm, shy smile spread across her face.
"Good morning, Professor," she said softly, her ears twitching.
"Morning, Mrs. Nyara," Jax replied, matching her smile.
For a mont, silence stretched between them. The air was thick with unspoken mories of sweat, moans, and tangled limbs.
Nyara’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson beneath her fur. She looked down, fidgeting with the cleaver.
’Oh shit. She’s embarrassed. Ti to deflect like a pro.’
Jax stepped forward, his expression shifting to one of genuine admiration.
"You know, Mrs. Nyara, you’re really sothing," he said, his tone sincere. "Up this early, working this hard, taking care of Brian... You’re a strong woman. A damn good mother. That’s rare."
Nyara’s ears perked up. She looked at him, surprise and relief washing over her face.
"Thank you, Professor," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "That... that ans a lot."
’Crisis averted. No awkward "so about last night" conversation. Perfect.’
Nyara cleared her throat, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. She noticed his ssy hair, the faint scratches on his arms, and his half-dressed state.
"Um, Professor," she said, a hint of amusent in her voice. "The bathroom is that way. I think you should... clean up."
Jax glanced down at himself. Yeah, he looked like he’d been mauled by a horny wildcat.
"Good call," he muttered.
The bathroom was small but functional. Jax brushed his teeth first, scrubbing away the taste of exhaustion and Nyara’s pussy.
’Note to self: always brush before eating breakfast after a night like that.’
He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his sore body. The heat soothed his aching muscles and woke him up just enough to think clearly.
’Alright. Ti to check the System. It said it updated. Let’s see what new bullshit it’s offering.’
He summoned the System interface. A glowing nu appeared before his eyes, floating in the steam.
[ SHOP -> Items]
The top page was filled with basic items:
[Curse Removal - 20 DP]
[Healing Potion - 10 DP]
[Mana Potion - 10 DP]
’Useful, but boring.’
He scrolled down. Rows of weapons appeared: swords, bows, spears, daggers.
’Pass. I’ve got an indestructible divine sword. Why would I waste DP on a knockoff?’
Then he saw it.
[ENHANCENT TAB]
’Now we’re talking.’
He tapped it. The nu expanded, revealing a list of familiar options:
[STA (Stamina) - 100 DP per point]
[CHA (Charm) - 100 DP per point]
[RES (Resolve) - 100 DP per point]
[TCH (Technique) - 100 DP per point]
[LCK (Luck) - 100 DP per point]
’Sa as before. But wait... what’s this?’
At the very top of the list, in bold, flashing text, was a new option:
[LEVEL UP ENHANCENT - 50% OFF!]
[Increases Host Level by 1 - Cost: 100 DP] SALE: 50 DP
Jax’s eyes widened. His heart began to race.
’Wait. WAIT. This is...’
He inspected the item, reading the description carefully.
[LEVEL UP ENHANCENT]
[Description: Instantly increases Host’s level by 1. Stackable. Limited-ti 50% discount due to System update.]
A slow, wicked grin spread across Jax’s face.
’This is a fucking cheat code.’
He checked his DP balance.
[Current DP: 1,530]
’That’s... thirty level-ups. Holy shit. I just broke the ga.’
Without hesitation, Jax began buying.
[Purchase: Level Up Enhancent x30]
[Total Cost: 1,500 DP]
[Confirm? YES / NO]
’YES. YES. A THOUSAND TIS YES.’
[PURCHASE CONFIRD]
A surge of energy exploded through his body. It wasn’t painful, but it was overwhelming a rush of raw power flooding every cell, every muscle, every nerve.
His vision flashed white.
Numbers scrolled past his eyes at lightning speed.
[LEVEL UP: 3 → 4]
[LEVEL UP: 4 → 5]
[LEVEL UP: 5 → 6]
The notifications kept coming, faster and faster, until finally:
[LEVEL UP: 32 → 33]
[LEVEL UP COMPLETE]
Jax stood there, panting, his hands braced against the shower wall. The water continued to pour over him, but he barely felt it.
’Holy... fuck.’
He opened his status screen.
[CHAMPION STATUS: JAX RAYNE]
[LEVEL: 33 / 50]
[HP: 30,000 / 30,000]
[MP: 1,200 / 1,200]
[EXPERIENCE: 0 / 50,000]
Jax stared at the numbers, his mouth hanging open.
’Thirty thousand HP? Twelve hundred MP? I’m not a player. I’m a final boss.’
He clenched his fist. He felt... invincible.
Jax stepped out of the bathroom, freshly dressed and radiating confidence.
Nyara was waiting for him in the small dining area, holding a steaming bowl of soup. Chunks of at and vegetables floated in a rich, savory broth.
"Here, Professor," she said, setting it down on the table. "Breakfast."
Jax sat down, inhaling the delicious aroma. His stomach growled.
"Thanks. This slls amazing."
Nyara hesitated, then grabbed her own bowl and sat across from him to give him company.
They ate in comfortable silence for a mont. Then Jax’s brain caught up with his mouth.
’Oh shit. Brian. What if she talks to him about last night? What if he says he doesn’t rember? She’ll know sothing is wrong. FUCK.’
Jax set down his spoon, his expression turning serious.
"Um, Mrs. Nyara," he said carefully. "What are you going to do now?"
She looked up, confused. "About what?"
"About Brian."
Her ears twitched. A flicker of worry crossed her face. "What do you an?"
’Ti to manipulate. Sorry, cat lady. This is survival.’
Jax leaned forward, his voice dropping to a concerned whisper.
"Last night... what happened between you and Brian. That was... complicated."
Nyara’s face went pale. Her hands trembled slightly around her bowl.
"I know you love him," Jax continued gently. "And I know you were lonely. But think about it. If Brian rembers, if he thinks about it too much... it could break him. The guilt. The confusion. A mother and son shouldn’t carry that burden."
"But I..." Nyara’s voice cracked. "I don’t know what ca over . I just... I felt so much love and need and—"
"I understand," Jax said, his tone soothing. "But here’s the thing. Brian was half-asleep most of the ti, wasn’t he? Exhausted? Moving on instinct?"
Nyara nodded slowly, her eyes glistening.
"Then tell him it was a dream," Jax said firmly. "If he asks, if he ntions anything, you tell him he had a vivid dream. Nothing more. You were sleeping in your room the whole night. That’s the truth he needs."
"A dream?" Nyara whispered.
"Yes. Because the alternative?" Jax’s voice grew darker. "A son carrying the weight of what happened with his mother? A boy like Brian, with his innocent mind, trying to process that? It would destroy him. And you don’t want that."
Tears rolled down Nyara’s cheeks. "I don’t. I never wanted to hurt him."
"Then protect him," Jax said. "By making him forget. By making it a dream. That’s what a good mother does. She protects her child from pain, even if it ans carrying the guilt herself."
Nyara wiped her eyes, nodding rapidly. "You’re right. You’re absolutely right, Professor. I’ll... I’ll tell him it was just a dream. Nothing happened."
’Perfect. Crisis averted. She’ll gaslight her own son to protect him. I’m a fucking genius.’
Nyara’s ears flattened. She took a shaky breath, then nodded.
"Yes. A dream. Just a dream."
Jax stood up, finishing the last of his soup.
"Thank you, Mrs. Nyara. For everything. The shelter, the food, the... company." He smirked.
She blushed, looking away. She was disgusted and embarrassed on her own self, her hunger her lust reached a point that she thought she had manipulated Jax to fucking her.
Jax reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope of paper currency Lysandra had given him. He placed it on the table.
"Here. Take this."
Nyara’s eyes went wide. She shot to her feet, anger flashing across her face.
"Absolutely not! How dare you!"
Jax blinked, surprised. "What?"
"You think I want your money?! You think last night was... was so kind of transaction?!"
’Oh shit. Wrong move, Jax.’
"No, no! That’s not what I ant!" Jax said, raising his hands defensively. "I’m getting my salary today. This was just my survival money for yesterday. But because of you, I didn’t spend a single coin. You gave shelter and food. So it’s only fair."
Nyara crossed her arms, her tail flicking angrily.
"And you agreed to pay rent, rember?" Jax added, grinning. "You said you’d na your price."
Her anger faltered. She paused, then a sly smile crept across her face.
"Fine. My rent is one Astro."
Jax blinked. He looked down at the stack of bills in his hand.
The smallest denomination was 100 Astros.
’Oh, you clever cat.’
He looked back at her. She was making an innocent face, her ears flat, her eyes wide.
’She’s refusing the money without refusing it. Damn. She’s good.’
Jax couldn’t help but smile.
"You win this round, Mrs. Nyara."
She giggled, then quickly shifted the topic.
"By the way, Professor, you ntioned today is your first day at the academy. What ti do you need to be there?"
Jax froze.
"What... ti is it now?"
"Ten o’clock."
His blood turned to ice.
’Lysandra said 9 AM for procedures. Class prep by 10 AM. I’M ALREADY LATE.’
But Jax didn’t panic. Not outwardly.
He stood up, straightening his shirt, his face calm and composed.
"I need to leave now. My first class starts at 11 AM. I like to set an example for my students by arriving half an hour early."
He lied so smoothly, even he almost believed it.
Nyara smiled. "Of course, Professor. Don’t forget to stop by my stall for food later, okay?"
"I will," Jax said, nodding as he backed toward the door.
"And, um..." Nyara hesitated, her voice soft. "You can co to our house whenever you want. You’re always welco."
Jax paused. He t her eyes and gave her a genuine smile.
"Thanks, Mrs. Nyara. I appreciate that."
Then he turned, opened the door, and stepped outside.
The mont the door closed behind him, his calm facade shattered.
’SHIT SHIT SHIT!’
He broke into a full sprint, his feet pounding against the cobblestone streets, racing toward the academy gates like a man fleeing the apocalypse.
Behind him, Nyara watched from the window, giggling softly.
"Such a strange man," she whispered to herself, her tail swaying happily.
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