Chapter 69: Translucent Desecration (R-18)
Though he outwardly wore the expression of someone staring blankly into empty space, Max’s attention was actually fixed on the damp patch spreading across Zerena’s light-green panties.
Noticing the sudden look of shock on his face, Zerena immediately frowned.
"What happened?" she asked, a faint trace of hope creeping into her voice. "Did a new task appear?"
Max slowly nodded, maintaining the same stunned expression.
There was a new task.
But...
It was different from the others.
[Forbidden Act: Translucent Desecration]
[Target: Zerena Falkner]
[Description: Increase the target’s arousal by following the System’s instructions.]
[Objective:
Only the host’s mouth and tongue may be used throughout this act. The host may use their hands solely for support and must not touch the designated area with them. The designated area is the target’s vagina. Throughout the act, the host may only lick or suck through the target’s clothing. Maintaining this objective continuously for 20 minutes will complete the quest.]
[Reward:
500 Forbidden Points]
[Bonus Reward:
1,000 Forbidden Points upon successfully inducing the target to orgasm.] (Optional)
[Time Limit:
30 Minutes]
[System Note:
This is a Trigger Task. The close-relation 2× reward multiplier is disabled for the duration of this quest.]
[Failure Conditions:
If the target halts the act or refuses to allow the host to continue before the objective is completed, the quest will immediately be deemed a failure.]
[Failure Punishment:
The host’s most recently acquired body enhancement will be permanently revoked.]
It was far longer than any task he’d seen before.
So long, in fact, that Max found himself reading it a second time, this time much more carefully, afraid he’d miss something important.
By the time he reached the end...
The timer had already started.
[29 Minutes 10 Seconds Remaining]
Max’s eyes immediately lifted toward Zerena. Almost instinctively, he checked the familiar arousal meter hovering above her head.
[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱70%]
He quickly pieced everything together. All he had to do was follow the task’s instructions. In an almost absurd stroke of luck, those instructions happened to align perfectly with something Max had wanted to try anyway.
The real obstacle wasn’t the task. It was Zerena. Whether she’d actually agree to it... that was another matter entirely. Worse still, the rapidly ticking timer left him with almost no time to convince her.
Still watching his stunned expression, Zerena frowned slightly.
"...What is it?" she asked.
The gears in Max’s mind shifted into overdrive. The punishment wasn’t fatal. At worst, he’d lose one of the system upgrades he’d just bought for his eyesight or hearing.
Painful...
But nowhere near painful enough to make him hesitate.
His eyes flicked toward the damp patch on Zerena’s panties before snapping back to her face.
"I can’t explain it right now," he blurted out in a rush. "But the reward is enough for me to make at least three batches of potions. So... please, just bear with me for a little while."
He swallowed.
"And whatever happens..."
"...don’t stop me."
His expression turned unusually serious.
"If you interrupt me, the task will fail."
Zerena had about a dozen more questions.
Unfortunately...
None of them made it out.
"...Nngh..."
A small, startled sound slipped past her lips before she could stop it.
Her eyes widened.
Almost immediately, she clapped a hand over her mouth, staring down at Max in complete disbelief.
"W-What are you doing?" she demanded.
One hand immediately landed on the top of his head, as though she couldn’t decide whether she intended to pull him away or simply confirm he really was doing exactly what she thought he was.
Max paused just long enough to glance up at her.
"Don’t stop me, Aunt," he said with surprising seriousness. "The task will disappear."
"...But you’re licking me there..." Zerena said, her voice carrying far more uncertainty than anger.
She looked completely flustered.
The past few minutes had thrown so many new things at her that her thoughts had become hopelessly tangled. Part of her wanted to stop him immediately.
Another part...
Couldn’t stop remembering what he’d just said.
Three batches of potions.
That single thought kept stubbornly resurfacing, refusing to leave her alone.
She didn’t know what to do.
After a brief hesitation, the hand resting on top of Max’s head slowly lifted away.
Still watching him with obvious suspicion, she searched his face for any sign that he was making the whole thing up.
"...You’re not tricking me..." she asked quietly, "...are you?"
Before Zerena could second-guess herself, Max had already lowered his head again.
His tongue resumed its slow path across the damp fabric.
Ordinarily, having someone lick her panties would’ve been disgusting enough on its own.
Unfortunately...
She was still wearing them.
The realization somehow made the entire situation feel several degrees worse.
Max simply nodded in response to her question before dragging his tongue upward once more.
"...Nngh..."
Another unwilling sound escaped her lips.
She immediately bit down on it, glaring at absolutely nobody in particular, as though the universe itself deserved a strongly worded complaint.
To Zerena, this was merely another humiliating obstacle she’d very much like to get over with as quickly as possible.
To Max...
This might as well have been the profession he’d unknowingly spent his entire life training for.
If destiny had a recruitment office, it apparently possessed a remarkably questionable hiring policy.
Max, meanwhile, showed not the slightest trace of disgust.
His tongue slid over the damp fabric, feeling the rough texture of the soaked panties before the softness of the skin beneath subtly gave way under the pressure. He could taste her through the thin cloth, breathe in her scent from this impossibly close distance.
The scent wasn’t really different from the one he’d already come to associate with her armpits.
It was unmistakably the same personal smell.
Just...
Stronger.
Richer.
Far more concentrated.
If Max had to put it into words, he’d have called it the sort of personal smell that nobody was ever supposed to know existed unless they’d somehow ended up exactly where he was now.
Which, when he stopped to think about it, was an extraordinarily specific life goal.
One he was alarmingly happy to have achieved.