Chapter 29: Chapter 29 : Finish Line Frenzy and Granny’s Grip**
They were on the verge of victory no team were even in there sight but Ava’s hand didn’t stop. Her fingers slipped past Jax’s pant zip, tugging it down with a sharp zip.
Jax’s eyes widened. "Wait, Ava! This isn’t the time. I promise, whenever you want—"
She cut him off, her voice husky over the vibrations. "But I want right now."
Her gaze locked on his cock as it sprang free, thick and veined, seven inches pulsing in the dim glow. She licked her lips. "That’s insane. Way bigger than those guys my aunt forced me to fuck as a ’learning experience.’ Pathetic twigs compared to this."
Jax gripped the steering wheel tighter, legs locked on the pedals. The track rushed by, finish line meters away. He sighed, glancing at the standings. ’We’ve already won. It’s just a formality now. And hey, farming points mid-race? Genius move. Let’s go with the flow.’
Ava didn’t wait. Her mouth descended, taking him whole in one slick plunge.
Gowk.
Her throat tightened around his length, tongue swirling the underside as she bobbed deep.
Slurp. Slurp. Gowk.
Jax’s hips bucked involuntarily. "Ahhh... shit." The car’s bounce from earlier synced with her rhythm, making every suck jolt through him.
[Devotion Point +2]
Her head moved faster, cheeks hollowing. Saliva dripped down his shaft, pooling at the base. She hummed around him, vibrations shooting straight to his balls.
[Devotion Point +1]
Jax’s vision blurred for a second. The crowd’s cheers echoed faintly through the comms, but all he felt was her warm, wet mouth devouring him. ’Fuck... this is risky. But damn, the points.’
After a minute, Ava pulled off with a wet *pop*. She gasped, wiping her chin, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I am Bored now."
She shifted in the tight space, yanking her uniform skirt up. Buttons strained as she peeled it off her hips. Her panties followed black lace, soaked through tossed aside like trash.
The car swerved slightly. Jax cursed under his breath. "Ava, the road—"
"Shut up and drive." She swung one leg over his lap, straddling the gear shift. Her face hovered inches from his, blocking half the windshield. Breasts heaved against her half-open top, nipples hard through the fabric.
She gripped his cock, slick from her spit, and lined it up. Her pussy lips parted, dripping hot against his tip. "Ready for the real reward?"
Jax swallowed hard. "Gulp. Ava, we’re—"
She sank down. *Shhk.* Her walls clenched tight, velvet heat swallowing him inch by inch. "Ahhh... fuck, you’re huge."
Pah. Pah. The car’s suspension creaked as she rocked, grinding deep. Her ass bounced on his thighs, pussy squeezing like a vice. Juices slicked his balls, dripping onto the seat.
[Devotion Point +3]
Jax’s hands white-knuckled the wheel. The finish line loomed—200 meters out. He thrust up instinctively, hips snapping. "Nngh... tight as hell."
Ava moaned, leaning in. Her breath hot on his neck. "Harder. Make me feel it while you win." She rode him rough, walls fluttering. Breasts pressed against his chest, one hand clawing his shoulder.
Slap. Slap. Squish.
Her clit ground against his base with every drop, sending sparks up her spine. "Ahhh! Yes... right there." Sweat beaded on her skin, uniform top slipping to expose one nipple pink and begging.
[Devotion Point +2]
Jax’s mind raced. ’Points pouring in. This system’s a beast.’ He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her. Her eyes rolled back. "Ohhh... god, Jax!"
She bounced faster, pussy gushing around him. The cockpit filled with wet sounds—slurp of her folds, smack of skin. Her thighs quivered, gripping his sides.
[Devotion Point +4]
Ava’s nails dug in. "Deeper... fuck me like you own this race." She clenched deliberately, milking him. Her free hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles.
Thrust. Grind. Slap.
Jax groaned, pedal steady despite the haze. "Ahhh... you’re killing me." Her walls pulsed, hot and slick, dragging him toward the edge.
[Devotion Point +3]
The line was 50 meters away. Crowd roar built. Ava’s moans turned desperate. "Nngh... so close... cum with me." She slammed down, pussy spasming.
[Devotion Point +5]
Total DP ticked up: 35... 40... 45...
Jax’s balls tightened. "Shit... Ava, I’m—"
"Cumming? Do it." She rode harder, breasts jiggling free from her top. Nipples brushed his shirt.
[Devotion Point +2]
[Devotion Point +3]
The HUD beeped: Finish imminent. 10 meters.
[Total Devotion Points: 55]
Jax growled. "Fuck... now!"
Ava felt him swell. She lifted off with a wet schlick, pussy dripping strings onto his lap. "Wait—fill my mouth. All of it."
She dropped to her knees in the footwell, mouth open. Jax’s cock erupted. Spurt after spurt hit her tongue thick, hot ropes coating her throat.
Gulp. Gulp.
"Ahhh... hot and sweet. I really liked it." She swallowed, licking her lips clean, eyes locked on his.
Jax panted, zipping up shakily. "You... shouldn’t have gone so far. I—"
She cut him off, rising with a smirk. "I can go for far greater lengths for the things I need. The things I like." Her finger traced his jaw. "And Jax? These days, you’ve gained my attention."
He froze, heart slamming. ’What the hell does that mean?’ Her gaze burned—hungry, possessive. No joke in it.
The car crossed the line.
Beep.
Fireworks exploded overhead, colors bursting like stars. Cheers thundered: "Rayne! Rayne!"
Ava straightened her skirt, uniform rumpled but fierce. "Showtime."
They popped the hatch. Cool night air hit them. A mob surged reporters with drones, students live-streaming on devices. Flashes blinded.
Ava was thought to be real star of the race
"Ava! How’d you pull off that bounce trick?"
Ava stepped forward, owning the spotlight. "Team effort. But yeah, we rewrote the rules."
Jax hung back, grinning faintly. Questions flew: race mods, Zinnia’s sabotage attempt.
Then: "The bet! Zinnia Reed’s slavery day—what’s the plan?"
Jax paused. ’When to farm points? I Need it ASAP, but a full day? That’s intense and I will need a holiday from academy.’ An idea sparked. ’Weekend. Perfect one day for Zinnia, one for her mom. Or same day for both? Let’s see.’
A reporter leaned in. "And her mother? Paige Rayne’s stake—when do you claim?"
Crowd hushed. Jax shrugged. "Soon. Very soon."
His eyes flicked to Ava. She shone brighter—fans chanting her name, crediting her as the "mastermind engineer." ’They think she’s the brain. Smart play.’
Then he spotted it: a white streak on her lower lip. His cum, missed in the rush. ’Shit.’ Glancing down, his dick throbbed, tenting his pants. A visible bump. ’Wow... that’d make the greatest interview ever. Or the worst.’
A management guy in a suit pushed through. "Winners! Award ceremony in an few hours—Year 2 will race now, then Year 3. Freshen up meantime."
Jax exhaled. "That’s perfect." ’Enough time. Don’t want to climb that stage with my dick higher than the trophy. And Ava... forget it for now.’
He slipped away toward the restrooms, weaving through the chaos. Fans slapped his back, but his mind raced. ’Body still buzzing. Points are 55 now I hope shop has something great for me.’
Near the staff wing, he spotted her: an old lady, hunched over a cane. Gray hair in a neat bun, wrinkles mapping a kind face. She teetered at a three-step staircase, handbag slipping from her grip.
Thud.
The bag tumbled down. She wobbled, nearly toppling.
Jax lunged. "Whoa got it!" He snatched the bag, steadying her arm. "Grandma, let me carry that. And help you up?"
She blinked, surprise melting into warmth. "How nice of you, child. God bless you."
He smiled, guiding her step by step. Her hand trembled on his arm—frail, spotted with age. "Where to?"
"The staff lounge. She shuffled, breathing shallow. "You are a student?"
"Yes, ma’am. I am New here—look at my uniform." He held the bag steady.
She chuckled softly. "I see. So you know Morgana? Ah, well—who doesn’t? She’s the talk of the academy, new or old."
Jax nodded. "Yeah, grandma. she is always the talk of academy."
Her eyes twinkled. "She deserves it. From the start, she was a perfect girl. Perfect in everything." She laughed, a wheezy sound. "I wish my girl every success."
He tilted his head. "My girl?"
She patted his cheek. "Your Professor Morgana... she’s my child."
Jax’s brain stalled. ’Wait—what?’ He froze mid-step.
She didn’t notice. "We’ve reached. Staff Room No. 6." The door loomed, plaque gleaming.
He handed over the bag numbly. She ruffled his hair. "You’re a really nice child, Jax. Polite, strong—rare these days. The world’s better with boys like you. Keep that heart; it’ll carry you far."
She turned, entering with a wave. Door clicked shut.
Jax stood there, warmth blooming. ’What a kind lady. The only sane person in this mad world. Hope everyone’s like that.’ A small ache tugged—emotional.
He turned back, steps light. But after a few paces: The bag. Still in his hand. ’Shit! Totally forgot to hand it over.’
He spun, jogging back. Door to Staff Room No. 6—unlocked. He pushed it open.
And froze.
The sight hit like a truck.
Four men—naked, sweating, pathetic. One professor he recognized from orientation, face red and slack. Two guards, burly but broken. The fourth? Blurry—some staffer.
They ringed the center like offerings. And there: the grandma. Naked. Wrinkled skin sagging, but eyes fierce as fire. Her pussy and ass stuffed full—cocks buried deep, one in each hole, thrusting weakly.
Schlick. Schlick.
Slow, pitiful pumps.
Her hands jerked the other two—fists flying up and down shafts, veins bulging. Every inch of her body busy, except her mouth but then it went busy...
"You motherfuckers! Can’t satisfy a flea with that limp noodle action!" She barked, voice gravelly but booming. Hips bucked back, slamming onto the anal cock harder than he thrust. "Faster, you limp-dicked snails! I could churn butter quicker than you’re fucking me!"
The anal guy whimpered. "Ma’am... I am exhausted... please..."
"Exhausted? Pfft! My hip replacement moves more zip than your sorry prick!" She ground down, pussy clenching visibly. "What, you saving energy for knitting? Pound it like you mean it, or I’ll shove this cane up your ass and make you dance!"
The room reeked—sweat, musk, desperation. Her breasts flopped with each self-driven bounce, gray nipples hard. "Useless twats! Back in my day, men fucked till dawn without a whine. Now? You’re all wet firecrackers—fizzle and flop!"
Jax’s bag slipped. Thud.
Her head snapped up. Eyes sharp, wicked locked on him.
His mind still echoing the words he spoke before. ’She is the kindest and nicest person in the world’.