Chapter 50: Another Inconvenient Day (R-18)
By now, Max’s hands resting on her body had already become strangely routine.
As they drifted over her clothes, gently squeezing her breasts while absentmindedly continuing the conversation, Zerena did little more than let out another weary sigh.
Several days of repeating the same system tasks had already left their mark.
Right on cue, the familiar arousal meter quietly appeared above her head once again.
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Even though the bar had only filled a little, Max was already satisfied.
They hadn’t even started today’s routine properly.
She was still fully dressed.
And yet, the meter had moved within seconds.
That alone told him something important.
The more accustomed Zerena became to the earlier tasks, the easier it would probably be to unlock the more corrupting ones later.
"I think these are enough..." Max said.
His hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt.
Today, Zerena wore a high-neck black top without sleeves, paired with fitted dark-blue jeans that hugged her hips and emphasized her naturally curvy figure. They highlighted her generous chest and full backside, yet somehow she still looked like she’d simply thrown on ordinary clothes rather than making any effort to dress provocatively.
"Why?" Zerena asked, sounding genuinely curious.
From how ridiculously enthusiastic Max had been every single time they carried out these system tasks, she’d assumed he’d want to try something different the moment the opportunity presented itself.
"What if they get even more extreme?" Max asked.
Oddly enough, he sounded a little less excited than usual.
Which was impressive, considering both of his hands were currently inside her shirt.
Zerena had already considered that possibility.
After spending the last few days reading far too many novels about bizarre system users, she’d reached one unavoidable conclusion.
The tasks were almost certainly going to escalate.
Still...
She’d already let him spend days sucking on her breasts and kissing her in what she firmly classified as the most disgustingly enthusiastic manner humanly possible.
Compared to that, another step or two hardly seemed world-ending anymore.
With a weary sigh, she answered,
"As long as it doesn’t involve actual sex—or anything that requires your penis to go inside my body—I can tolerate it."
Then she narrowed her eyes at him.
"But none of that weird BDSM nonsense either."
Max blinked.
"...You know what BDSM is?"
"I’ve been reading those ridiculous system novels because of you," Zerena replied flatly. "At this point, I know far more than I ever wanted to."
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I swear half the protagonists in those stories need therapy more than they need cheat abilities."
A broad grin spread across Max’s face.
That was... useful.
Now he knew exactly where Zerena’s line currently was.
More importantly, it meant he wouldn’t have to hesitate nearly as much when telling her about future system tasks.
Well...
As long as they didn’t involve actual sex.
She’d made that boundary perfectly clear.
Still...
Max couldn’t help noticing she hadn’t declared it to be an absolute, unchangeable rule.
Meanwhile, his hands had already slipped beneath her shirt, settling naturally where they almost always seemed to end up these days.
Even after several days, he still couldn’t quite get used to the surprising softness and weight resting in his palms. It remained one of those experiences his previous-life imagination had failed to reproduce with anything close to acceptable accuracy.
Zerena, however, barely reacted anymore.
Instead, she calmly unbuttoned her jeans before glancing at him.
"With that said..." she began, sounding far more businesslike than the conversation probably deserved, "Since I am helping you earn them, remember to spend some of those System Points on me too."
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
Despite how much she’d originally despised the system’s ridiculous requests, daily repetition had slowly worn down her resistance. They hadn’t stopped being embarrassing.
They’d simply become... another inconvenient part of her schedule.
The roast duck Zerena had bought earlier was already long gone.
The only evidence it had ever existed was the empty plate sitting in the sink.
Licked so thoroughly clean that not even a trace of sauce remained.
At the moment, Max was displaying that same level of unwavering dedication elsewhere.
By now, almost every piece of Zerena’s clothing had ended up somewhere on the floor.
Only one remained.
A pair of black lace panties.
The final layer separating optimism from reality.
One of the elastic bands was already looped loosely around his finger, yet he made no move to slide them any lower.
Not because he’d suddenly discovered patience.
He simply had a much bigger distraction.
His attention had stalled the moment his hands settled on her chest again.
Several days had passed, and his brain still reacted to the feeling with the consistency of a machine that refused to update its software.
Every time he thought he’d finally gotten used to their softness and weight...
His body politely informed him that, no, he absolutely hadn’t.
As Zerena settled onto his lap, Max didn’t mind her weight in the slightest.
If anything, he welcomed it.
His hands slipped beneath her, gently supporting her from behind as he adjusted her position, lifting her just enough to help her sit more comfortably against him.
Given the choice, he honestly wouldn’t have minded if she stayed there forever.
His hands eventually left the waistband of her panties, sliding around to her back instead, tracing familiar paths they’d already explored countless times over the past few days while he carried out the kissing and armpit tasks.
The breast-sucking task had been deliberately saved for last.
Which meant Max had every intention of making the most of it.
Over the past few days, Zerena had gradually stopped objecting whenever he experimented a little more than before. That tiny bit of extra freedom had quietly encouraged the worst parts of his curiosity.
Not because he wanted to upset her.
He simply couldn’t resist seeing where her limits actually were.
Holding both of her breasts near the middle, he lifted them slightly in his hands. His fingers squeezed gently, making the nipples stand out more prominently as the soft flesh yielded beneath his grip.
Then he leaned forward once again, taking as much as he comfortably could into his mouth before continuing with the same stubborn enthusiasm that had long since become his trademark.