Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Zerena was the first to wake the next morning.

For a brief, sleepy moment, she simply blinked at the ceiling, her thoughts still sluggish from sleep.

Then she realized she wasn’t lying alone.

Somehow, during the night, she’d ended up hugging Max instead.

One arm was wrapped around the back of his head, gently holding his face against her breasts, while one of her legs rested comfortably across his waist. Meanwhile, Max remained fast asleep, clinging to her with both arms as though she’d somehow become his favorite pillow.

Ordinarily, she would’ve been annoyed.

Strangely...

She wasn’t.

Perhaps it was because she’d slept unusually well.

Letting out a quiet yawn, Zerena rubbed at her eyes before pausing.

"...What is that smell?"

She frowned.

A faint, unfamiliar scent lingered on her fingers.

For a second, she couldn’t place it.

Then...

The memories from the previous night quietly resurfaced.

Her hand.

The black lace panties.

Max’s hard penis resting in her grasp while she’d stubbornly tried to finish the ridiculous system task as quickly as possible.

The realization made her freeze.

Almost immediately, she became acutely aware of another warmth pressed lightly against her thigh beneath the blanket.

He was still hard.

Or perhaps hard again.

Either way...

It only left Zerena wondering the same thing she’d asked herself several times already.

’How did it even get that big?’

Unfortunately...

She still didn’t have an answer.

Almost absentmindedly, she lifted her hand closer to her face again.

The faint scent still lingered there.

’...He smells so young.’

The thought slipped into her mind before she could stop it.

Her eyes widened slightly.

She hurriedly lowered her hand again as though she’d been caught doing something embarrassing.

’...What am I doing?’

Why was she sitting here smelling her own hand first thing in the morning?

Had she finally started losing her mind?

With a quiet shake of her head, Zerena forced the entire train of thought aside before it could wander somewhere even stranger.

Instead, she did what always came most naturally.

Work.

Or, more accurately...

Profit.

Her thoughts immediately shifted toward today’s brewing schedule, silently calculating how many Forbidden Points Max would still need to produce enough potions for the day and whether yesterday’s tasks had earned enough to keep production running without interruption. Money, at least, was a far safer thing to think about first thing in the morning.

With yesterday’s tasks completed, Max had earned enough Forbidden Points for one full batch of potions.

If they completed another round today, he’d even have a small surplus.

’...But that means I’d have to give him a handjob several more times...’

The thought alone made Zerena let out a quiet, irritated sigh.

As if determined to keep reminding her of that inconvenient reality, the firm warmth pressing against her thigh stubbornly refused to disappear beneath the blanket.

She did her best to ignore it.

She really did.

Then her thoughts drifted toward the other task.

Almost immediately, her heartbeat quickened.

An uncomfortable warmth spread through her body, catching her completely off guard.

Without quite realizing what she was doing, she raised the same hand from last night toward her face once more.

The faint scent still lingered.

She hesitated.

’...Should I?’

The question surfaced before she could stop it.

Her hand slowly lowered again.

Not away from herself...

But toward the waistband of her shorts.

The closer it moved, the louder her heartbeat seemed to become.

’I’ll have to do it eventually anyway...’

She swallowed.

’At least... if I do it like this... I’ll only ruin one pair of panties.’

as she thoughted this her hands was already inside her shorts and her finger slowly crawling down her panties she felt sense of exhilaration she hasn’t in ages her heartbeating fast her body sense highnighting and as they hit the peek when her hands went down her pubes touching her already wet folds she let out low moan, ’nghhh...’ as she pressed her finger down bit leeting out big breath with another moan, ’ahhh....’

A soft, involuntary sound escaped Zerena’s lips.

The sudden noise stirred Max in his sleep as well.

"...Mmm..."

He let out a faint, sleepy groan of his own, sounding more mildly annoyed than awake as he shifted beneath the blanket.

The movement made Zerena freeze.

Panic flashed across her face.

She hastily pulled her hand back out of her shorts, her fingertips still damp, her heart pounding so loudly she was convinced he had to hear it.

Max stretched lazily, one arm lifting above his head as he let out another sleepy sound.

A moment later...

His eyes slowly opened.

Zerena remained perfectly still.

Little by little, the rush of heat inside her faded as she forced herself to calm down. She took a slow breath, willing her racing heartbeat to settle, her cheeks still carrying a noticeable blush from the shock of almost being caught.

’Calm down...’

’He didn’t see anything.’

By the time she’d finally convinced herself of that, she quietly let out an inward sigh and started to sit up.

She barely moved an inch.

Max’s hand found her breast almost immediately, giving it a familiar squeeze.

"Morning, Aunt..." he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

Before Zerena had time to react, he leaned forward.

His lips met hers.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

Yet her body reacted before her thoughts did.

Just as it had every morning during the past several days, she instinctively parted her lips, allowing the kiss without conscious thought. By the time she realized what she’d done, Max’s tongue had already slipped gently into her mouth, exploring with the same familiar ease that had quietly become part of their daily routine.

The thought of pushing him away never even crossed her mind.

She accepted the kiss almost automatically, treating it as nothing more than part of their usual morning routine. Ever since the system had assigned the kissing task, the two of them had quietly fallen into the habit of sharing a few minutes like this after waking up, making the nightly sessions a little shorter.

Only...

In her sleepy state, Zerena had forgotten one small detail.

The kissing task no longer existed.