Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Max barely had to wait a minute before his phone buzzed.

A message.

He opened it immediately.

Just as expected.

A giant pair of brown breasts filled the screen.

The picture had clearly been taken in a dark room with the flash turned on, leaving the pale light reflecting off her skin and making her brown nipples stand out more than they probably appreciated. Tiny ridges covered them naturally, while the areolas around them carried the same rich brown color, shining slightly under the harsh flash.

For a second, Max wondered if she’d put something on them.

Then he dismissed the idea almost immediately.

Years of staring at giant pairs of breasts through screens had given him a surprisingly reliable eye for the difference between naturally shiny skin and someone who’d actually applied lotion or oil.

These were natural.

"...Well," he muttered, unable to stop a small grin, "I guess all those years weren’t completely wasted after all."

He quickly dismissed that thought.

She hadn’t applied anything.

His attention shifted to the size instead.

Unfortunately, pictures rarely did giant breasts justice. The camera flattened everything, stealing half the scale in the process. Max had already seen Yennefer’s breasts in person, and they were definitely bigger than they looked on the screen.

More importantly...

He’d been wrong.

They didn’t resemble the "fat folds" he’d mocked a few minutes ago.

Not even close.

Compared to Zerena’s, they had a completely different shape.

Zerena’s giant breasts began high across her upper chest before widening lower down, their sheer weight pulling them into a long, heavy curve that reached almost to her navel. It was simply what gravity did after years of carrying around that much breast.

Yennefer’s, on the other hand, were noticeably rounder. They still sagged naturally, but nowhere near as much, holding their shape far better despite their size. Even her nipples pointed forward instead of downward, while the darker brown areolas remained broad and proportionate, framing them naturally.

Max studied the picture for another second.

"...Huh."

He gave a slow, thoughtful nod.

"So there really are different classes of giant breasts..."

Now wasn’t the time for comparisons.

Max stared at the picture for another few seconds anyway.

Professional curiosity.

His imagination, meanwhile, had already wandered several steps ahead, wondering what those giant breasts would feel like in his hands, how soft they’d be against his cheeks, what it would be like to suck on her brown nipples, and whether they were comfortable enough to sleep hugging.

His priorities remained wonderfully uncomplicated.

After a moment’s hesitation, he gathered a little courage and typed another message.

"Send me one with your face in it."

He expected an argument.

Instead...

Another picture arrived almost immediately.

"...She actually did it."

This one included her face.

Yennefer looked thoroughly annoyed, like someone paying an irritating parking ticket rather than taking a nude selfie. Somehow, though, that annoyed expression only made the picture feel even more erotic. Max couldn’t quite explain it. There was just something about a woman looking like she’d rather punch you than pose with her giant breasts out that hit a very specific part of his brain.

He couldn’t help noticing she’d taken the selfie exactly the way older people seemed to love taking pictures—holding the phone a little too close with almost no concern for composition.

Still...

At least she hadn’t committed the true crime of pointing the camera straight up from underneath her chin.

He could still see her entire face along with her breasts.

Max found his eyes drifting back to them almost immediately.

Unlike Zerena’s pale, almost porcelain-white breasts—with only the soft pink of her nipples breaking the color—Yennefer’s had a warmer complexion. The skin around her neck carried a slightly deeper brown tone before gradually fading into the softer shade of her breasts, making the contrast oddly eye-catching.

His brain, naturally, started comparing them again.

It really had developed a terrible habit.

Before he could continue his completely unnecessary research, Yennefer called again.

"Well?" she asked the moment he answered. "Happy now?"

"...Not really," Max admitted, sounding almost disappointed. "I expected a little more."

Silence.

Then Yennefer’s voice came back, already carrying the familiar edge of irritation.

"...What more?"

A pause.

"What was I supposed to do? Send you a video of sucking them?"

Her tone suggested she was only one sentence away from hanging up.

Max, meanwhile, looked genuinely thoughtful for a second.

"...I wasn’t actually going to ask for that," Max admitted.

A small grin slowly spread across his face.

"But sounds good for tomorrow night."

Silence.

Yennefer didn’t say a word.

For one brief, terrifying moment, she seriously considered throwing her phone through the nearest window.

Before she could decide whether the phone or Max deserved it more, he continued as though he hadn’t just volunteered her breasts for tomorrow’s schedule.

"I’ve already sent you some notes," Max said. "A few rune diagrams with explanations. They’ll make it easier for your grandson to learn potion brewing."

His tone became noticeably more serious.

"Have him study those first. And remember—I don’t want anyone knowing about this."

He paused.

"...Not even your grandson."

Yennefer frowned, sounding genuinely confused.

"...Then how is he supposed to learn potion making if I don’t even tell him that’s what he’s learning?"

For a brief moment, she wondered whether Max was running some elaborate scam.

Granted...

The only thing she’d actually lost so far was a picture of her breasts.

No money.

No herbs.

No equipment.

Just a little dignity.

Unfortunately for her, separating older women from their dignity was slowly becoming one of Max’s more reliable talents.

"First," Max said patiently, "open the files I sent you."

The other end of the call went silent.

About a minute passed.

Then Yennefer’s stunned voice finally returned.

"...How is this possible?"

Max had expected a reaction.

Just...

Not one quite this strong.

He’d spent barely half an hour putting those notes together, writing down everything he understood about the runes used in potion making—their functions, how they interacted with one another, and, more importantly, the mindset needed to control them.

Magic wasn’t something you mastered by memorizing formulas alone.

Understanding the logic helped.

Feeling it mattered just as much.

To Max, all of that had seemed so obvious that he’d written the explanations almost absentmindedly, never stopping to think they might look unusual to anyone else.

"I... I can actually understand the runes just by reading these explanations," Yennefer said, her voice still full of disbelief. "How are they this profound? How?"

Max opened his mouth.

Then closed it again.

He honestly didn’t know how to answer.

Reading runes had always been like this for him. Ever since awakening the system, understanding them had felt as natural as reading ordinary words. He’d simply written down what made sense inside his own head, without giving it much thought.

Listening to Yennefer’s stunned reaction, however...

Max couldn’t help wondering if he’d accidentally revealed a little more than he’d intended.

"You’re right," Yennefer admitted after another long look through the notes. "With explanations like these, he might not even need to learn directly from that person. He could probably figure out potion making just from these notes alone."

Max let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Good," he said. "At least now you know I’m not running some bullshit scam."

He leaned back in his chair.

"So if you want me to keep sending you whatever that person writes, just keep doing what I ask. Hell, if you study the notes yourself, you might even end up learning potion making too."

"I will," Yennefer replied without hesitation, and for the first time since the call had started, she sounded genuinely happy.

"You have no idea how much weight you’ve taken off my shoulders."

There was a brief pause before she added more quietly,

"...I’m really grateful."

"I’ll gladly accept your gratitude," Max said with a grin, "but I prefer gratitude that’s shown through actions instead of speeches."

He chuckled.

"So for now, I don’t need your money or any other material wealth."

Another pause.

"But if the situation ever comes up, I expect you not to refuse."

His grin widened just enough for trouble to become visible.

"Unless, of course, you want those embarrassing pictures you gonna be sending me every day to mysteriously leak online."

Yennefer’s eye twitched.

Max continued in the same perfectly casual tone.

"Imagine the rumors."

He clicked his tongue.

"’Respectable herb shop owner spends her evenings sending nudes to a guy half her age.’"

That certainly qualified as a threat.

Oddly enough...

Yennefer wasn’t particularly frightened by it.

If anything, she found Max’s blackmail material almost disappointingly childish.

If she’d been the one trying to blackmail someone, she’d have gone after something with actual consequences instead of a few nude pictures.

Still...

She wisely kept that opinion to herself.

Still to sound angered she "...You little bastard," muttered.

Max couldn’t help smiling.

"...See? Now that sounded much more sincere than ’thank you.’"

"...Wait," she asked, sounding more confused than offended. "Did you just say I have to send you these pictures every day?"

"Of course," Max replied without the slightest hesitation, sounding as though he were explaining a perfectly ordinary business policy.

"How else are you supposed to remember what’s at stake?"

Then, after a brief pause, he added in the same matter-of-fact tone,

"And make sure you actually look like a pervert in them."

Silence.

Yennefer stared at the phone.

"...What the fuck does that even mean?"

Max answered immediately.

"I don’t know."

Another pause.

"Figure it out."

Yennefer’s eye twitched.