Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Zerena had both arms folded over her face, hiding herself behind them as though pretending the situation no longer existed might somehow make it disappear.

Unfortunately...

It didn’t.

She refused to look down at whatever Max was currently doing between her thighs.

Seated awkwardly on his shoulders, one leg draped over either side, she had, rather unwillingly, granted him the sort of unrestricted access she’d never imagined another human being would ever receive.

The only thing preserving the last fragile scraps of her dignity was the pair of light-green panties still covering her.

Even those, however, appeared to have quietly switched sides.

Dampness had darkened the fabric just enough to make it faintly translucent beneath the light, leaving the outline of the dark curls underneath far easier to distinguish than Zerena would’ve liked.

They had gone from ’covering things’ to ’strongly implying where everything was.’

Max, meanwhile, would’ve happily described his current situation as paradise.

His attention wandered along the softness of her inner thighs, lingering just short of the place still hidden beneath the thin strip of fabric. The warmth surrounding him, the closeness, and the simple fact that he was this near without being immediately kicked across the room had already overloaded whatever portion of his brain was responsible for rational thought.

At this point, nearly every neuron had unanimously abandoned its previous duties.

Their emergency meeting had only one agenda.

’How do we move that tiny piece of cloth two centimeters to the side without getting slapped into next week?’

As he finally pulled away from the crease where her thigh met her hips—the area he’d once embarrassingly searched o

nline just to learn its proper anatomical name, convinced that if he was going to obsess over it, he might as well use the correct terminology—Max glanced upward.

From this angle...

Zerena’s breasts completely blocked his view of her face.

For a brief moment, it almost felt like they had their own gravitational field, leaving little else visible beyond them.

Curious, he straightened himself slightly, lifting his head high enough to peek over the impressive obstacle.

Only then did he finally find her face.

Or rather...

Part of it.

Zerena had hidden most of her flushed expression behind her raised arm, clearly unwilling to let him enjoy watching her reactions.

Unfortunately for her, that position created another distraction entirely.

With her arm lifted overhead, the side of her chest was fully exposed. The generous curve of her breasts began high along her upper chest, extending almost to her armpit, and the stretched skin revealed several soft natural creases where the breast met her side. They weren’t anything unusual—just the sort of lines anatomy quietly produced—but, to Max’s increasingly unreliable brain, they somehow managed to become fascinating anyway.

He stared for a second.

His mind, which only moments ago had been entirely occupied with the dangerously tempting idea of somehow sliding her panties aside for a closer look at her vagina, suddenly found itself facing another crisis.

Her exposed armpits.

They hovered invitingly above him, close enough that an increasingly unreasonable part of his brain insisted they deserved attention too.

For a brief moment, his thoughts split cleanly in two.

One side urged him to stay focused on the task at hand.

The other argued, with remarkable confidence, that neglecting such an inviting pair of armpits would be a tragic waste of opportunity.

Fortunately...

The slightly more responsible half of his brain managed to win.

Barely.

He reminded himself that, unlike the mysteries hidden beneath her panties, her armpits weren’t going anywhere. If the past several days had taught him anything, it was that he’d probably have plenty of chances to enjoy them again later.

Reluctantly shelving that particular distraction, Max returned his attention to her thighs.

The skin resting across his shoulder had grown noticeably warmer, carrying a pleasant heat that lingered beneath his lips. Leaning forward, he slowly traced a long lick along the length of her inner thigh, following the smooth skin upward with deliberate care.

Before Zerena even had the chance to ask why he’d suddenly stopped...

Who, by the way, was currently waging an all-out war against her own throat.

Every instinct screamed at her to make a sound.

She refused.

’Good grief... doesn’t he feel embarrassed?’ she wondered. ’Licking my thighs like some shameless dog...’

Yet every slow pass of his tongue along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs sent another unwelcome shiver through her body.

His hands rested firmly around her waist, keeping her steady whenever she shifted. Every now and then they wandered, squeezing her thighs or giving her buttocks an absentminded knead before returning to hold her in place again.

Occasionally, one of his fingers slipped just beneath the edge of her panties while adjusting his grip, brushing lightly against the inside of her thigh.

Fortunately...

It never ventured any farther.

As long as he kept well away from her vagina, Zerena tolerated the occasional wandering hand. The instant he crossed that line, however...

Would she?

The question surfaced unexpectedly, catching even Zerena off guard.

’What if the system actually assigned a task that required something like that?’

She honestly didn’t know.

The certainty she’d felt only moments ago suddenly seemed a little less absolute.

Max, meanwhile, knew exactly what that answer would probably be.

Which was precisely why he was still hesitating.

Inventing another fake system task would’ve been easy.

Far too easy.

The more often he relied on fabricated tasks instead of waiting for genuine ones, the less convincing the entire act would become. Every fake assignment quietly chipped away at the illusion he’d worked so hard to maintain.

So he endured.

Even though every instinct urged him to do otherwise.

He continued patiently kissing and licking along her inner thighs for another few minutes, watching as the light-green fabric between her legs gradually grew darker with moisture while her thighs tensed little by little around his shoulders.

His curiosity only became harder to suppress.

Then...

Max suddenly froze.

His eyes widened in apparent surprise, his expression shifting so abruptly that even Zerena noticed.

"...Huh?" he muttered, staring into empty space with a look of genuine shock.