CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47 :BREAKING POINT[4]**

The woman whose pussy he was buried in was her world. Not just hers every glare from the staff burned with the same devotion. These weren’t servants; they were family, forged in fire and loyalty.

’She built her empire differently,’ he thought, the realization settling heavily. ’Not like Paige. Paige ruled through fear, through power, through calculated manipulation. Jennifer... she earned this loyalty through care. Through treating people like family.’

His mother’s face flashed in his mind. The cold businesswoman who punished failure without mercy. Who destroyed careers on a whim. Who saw people as tools.

’Fucking bitch. You deserved this more than her,’ he thought bitterly. ’I wonder why I even saved you.’

But then he looked back at Jennifer. At the woman who had challenged Paige without fully thinking it through.

Who had played dirty tricks because she thought it was all orchestrated by his mother. Who had let her pride and arrogance lead her into this trap.

He sighed internally. ’But she still needed to learn this lesson. Pride without caution is just stupidity wearing a crown. "The mighty fall hardest when they trip on their own ego," as they say.’

Jennifer’s voice rang out, commanding now. "Everyone. Leave this room. Now."

Rose hesitated. "Madam—"

"Now, Rose."

The maid’s shoulders sagged. She bowed once more, then turned and left, wiping tears from her face.

One by one, the other staff members filed out. The guard at the door cast one last hateful glare at Jax before closing the door behind him.

Zinnia stood last. She looked at her mother, opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it. She left without a word.

The door clicked shut.

Silence filled the dining room.

Jax looked at Jennifer. Her face was blank now, drained of emotion.

"You have good people," he said quietly.

"I know."

"They’d die for you."

"I know that too."

He leaned back slightly. "My mother doesn’t have that. She has employees. Servants. People who obey because they’re paid or because they’re afraid. But loyalty like that? She’ll never have it."

Jennifer said nothing.

He concentrated on her then, hands gripping her hips and slamming her down harder onto his cock.

The table rattled with each thrust pah! pah! pah!

his cock pistoning into her swollen pussy, churning cum and slick into a creamy froth that soaked his balls and puddled on the floor. Her walls spasmed weakly, pain twisting her face but he didn’t stop, rutting like a beast until her breath hitched in broken sobs.

Hours passed.

The day blurred into a haze of relentless claiming.

In the limousine to her office, he bent her over the leather seats, cock spearing her ass now raw and unlubed at first, then slick with his spit and her unwilling tears.

The car rocked with every brutal plunge, her cheeks spreading wide as he buried to the hilt, balls slapping her dripping pussy. "Nngh... please..." she finally mourned, barely audible, a whisper lost in the engine hum.

He flooded her holes with hot cum, pulling out to watch it bubble back, then flipped her and rammed her cunt again, grinding until she shuddered and squirted weakly around him.

[Devotion Point +3]

At the office, he pinned her to the desk amid stacks of papers, her blouse ripped open to expose heaving tits he mauled and sucked raw. She tried to focus signing contracts with trembling hands but he hiked her skirt and shoved in deep, fucking her slow and vicious while she scrawled.

His cock dragged her g-spot mercilessly, technique making each stroke hit like lightning. "Ahh... too much..." she gasped once, twice, her pen slipping as orgasms ripped through her unbidden, juices soaking the documents.

He came twice more, painting her womb white, then her mouth—gagging her on his throbbing length until semen overflowed her lips.

[Devotion Point +5]

Evening fell. They returned home in the limo, his dick never leaving her pussy locked deep as the driver averted his eyes. Walking from the car to the mansion was agony for her: awkward shuffles, his arm around her waist for support but really to thrust shallowly with every step.

Cum sloshed inside her, leaking down her thighs in sticky trails.

Staff glared, maids whispering curses, gardeners clenching tools, guards fists balled. Jax met their eyes and raised his middle finger high, flipping them off with a smirk as he pushed Jennifer forward, his cock nudging her cervix mid-stride.

[Devotion Point +2]

Night devoured them.

In the bedroom, he ravaged both holes endlessly pussy first, then ass alternating until she was a drooling mess. He bent her over he reamed her asshole, fingers fisting her hair to force her to watch her own degradation.

Cum splattered everywhere: walls streaked white, sheets ruined, her tits glazed in ropes.

By 4 AM, Jennifer was utterly lifeless holes gaping and overflowing, body limp as a corpse, unable to feel the final pounding.

He thrust one last time, burying deep and erupting hot jets flooding her wrecked pussy until it bloated and overflowed.

[Quest Complete: Endurance Challenge]

[Reward: Dick Size +1 inch]

[Current Size: 9 inches]

Jax exhaled in relief. ’Finally. I can rest.’

He checked his stats.

[Total Devotion Points Accumulated: 37]

He frowned. ’Less than I hoped. But I still have time.’

He glanced at the Eros Surge status.

[Time Remaining: 8 hours]

’Eight more hours before the effect wears off. I should rest. Two or three hours of sleep, then I can push again. With the new size, I can farm more points. But first...’

He looked at Jennifer.

She lay there, motionless. Her eyes were open but empty. Dried tear tracks marked her face—tears she had refused to let fall.

Jax stood, pulling on his pants. He walked to the desk and grabbed a stack of papers. He returned and dropped them beside her on the bed.

"These are most of your property papers," he said quietly. "The auction houses. The pharmaceuticals. The estates. And the rest of the assets I’ll return too when I get it."

Jennifer’s eyes flickered slightly. She turned her head to look at him, confusion breaking through the exhaustion.

"But," Jax continued, his voice calm and steady, "I have a deal. For all of that to happen."

Her throat worked. Her voice came out hoarse, broken. "What... deal?"

Jax smiled faintly.

"Let me explain."