Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Max earned another two hundred Forbidden Points simply from getting the nudes.

Not bad.

Honestly, compared to everything else the system had already made him do, this might’ve been one of the easiest rewards yet.

Even better, the System had quietly informed him that registered targets could continue earning him more Forbidden Points through additional qualifying nudes.

For the moment, though, Max only had one other registered target.

Zerena.

Naturally, he pulled out his phone and opened their chat.

Unlike the way he’d spoken to Yennefer—where subtlety had quietly packed its bags and gone on vacation—his approach with Zerena was considerably more cautious.

He typed:

"Are you still up, Aunt?"

Max stared at the message for a second.

Then, just to be safe, he reread it in the timid, obedient tone he’d spent years pretending to have around her.

Satisfied that it sounded appropriately harmless, he pressed Send.

His luck, surprisingly, was excellent.

She was already on her phone.

Only a few seconds later, a reply appeared.

"Yes?"

"When are you getting back tomorrow?" Max asked, deciding a little small talk would probably make what came next sound slightly less suspicious.

"At most? Around midday," Zerena replied. After a brief pause, she added, "Why? Did something happen?"

Max had actually planned to drag the conversation out for another minute or two before getting to the real reason.

Unfortunately for both of them...

She’d handed him the perfect opening.

"...Nothing much," he replied casually.

Then, with the same tone someone might use to ask for a grocery item, he added,

"Can you send me a picture of your breasts?"

Silence.

Max stared at the screen.

In hindsight...

Maybe there hadn’t been a smooth way to transition into that request after all.

Just before pressing Send, Max stopped.

He stared at the message for a second.

Then slowly shook his head.

"...No."

If he was already asking for something outrageous...

He might as well commit properly.

Deleting the last word, he rewrote it.

"Can you send me a video of your breasts?"

Max gave the message another look.

His logic, while admittedly questionable, felt perfectly sound.

If Zerena refused, it wouldn’t matter whether he asked for a picture or a video.

And if she actually agreed...

Well...

The extra effort was hardly his problem.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzed.

"Why? Is it something for the system?"

Max looked at the reply and quietly scratched his cheek.

That would’ve been the easiest answer.

It also happened to be true.

Unfortunately, saying yes would immediately raise another problem.

If the system was asking for something new, then it probably meant he’d earned more Forbidden Points.

And if he’d earned more Forbidden Points...

Zerena would almost certainly find another excuse to make him brew potions until his mana filed a formal complaint.

After a brief moment of thought, Max made what was, in his opinion, the safer gamble.

He doubled down on his luck.

Over the past week, Zerena had already done enough ridiculous things because of the system that maybe...

Just maybe...

She’d agree simply because he was asking.

Max took a quiet breath.

Then typed a single reply.

"No."

"Then why?" Zerena’s reply came back almost instantly.

It was accompanied by several angry emojis.

A week ago, those probably would’ve been enough to make Max reconsider every decision that had led him to this point.

Now?

They barely slowed him down.

After a moment’s thought, he lowered his phone, took a quick picture of his penis, and sent it.

A second message followed immediately afterward.

"Because of this. I can’t seem to orgasm. It’s been like this since last night."

For a few long seconds...

Nothing happened.

Then his phone practically exploded.

"WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME PICTURES OF YOUR DICK??????"

The message arrived entirely in capital letters, with enough question marks to suggest Zerena had briefly considered adding a few more before deciding the phone might run out of screen space.

Max quietly concluded that she had, in fact, noticed the picture.

Only afterward did she apparently read the explanation attached to it.

Another notification appeared almost immediately.

"YOU WANT TO JERK OFF WHILE LOOKING AT MY TITS? HAVEN’T YOU ALREADY DONE ENOUGH TODAY?!"

Max stared at the screen for a second.

Then glanced down at the culprit responsible for the entire conversation.

"...You’re really making my life difficult," he muttered.

To Zerena’s question, Max didn’t really have an answer.

After several long seconds of staring at the screen, he resorted to the strategy that had probably been responsible for an alarming percentage of questionable pictures being sent throughout human history.

He typed a single word.

"Please..."

A moment later...

The message was marked Seen.

Then...

Nothing.

No reply.

No angry rant.

No sarcastic comment.

Just silence.

For some reason, that worried Max far more than if she’d immediately started yelling at him.

Even his erection seemed to lose confidence.

"...That’s not a good sign."

His optimism quietly packed its bags and slipped out the back door.

’Did she go to sleep...?’

Or worse...

’Is she saving everything she wants to say until tomorrow?’

That possibility was genuinely terrifying.

A furious phone call could be hung up.

A furious Zerena standing in front of him?

There was no convenient End Call button for that.

Max’s thumb hovered over the keyboard.

He considered sending an apology.

Then deleted it.

Maybe she was already asleep.

Maybe she was still awake and deciding exactly how many ways she wanted to kill him.

Neither option encouraged further messages.

So he waited.

One minute passed.

Then another.

Just as Max was beginning to think tomorrow’s lecture might start before breakfast...

His phone suddenly began to ring.

"Happy now?"

The message arrived together with a video that was still downloading.

Max didn’t waste a second. He tapped Download immediately while typing back.

"Yes. Thank you, Aunt..."

Her reply arrived almost instantly.

"How many times have I told you not to thank me for things like this? I’m not some prostitute."

Even through a text message, Max could practically picture her rubbing her forehead.

A second message followed.

"Just don’t overdo it. We still have system tasks to deal with, so the sooner you’re done, the better."

Max smiled sheepishly.

"I won’t."

Then he noticed something.

The video’s duration wasn’t even a full minute.

His smile faltered.

After a brief hesitation, he typed again.

"But... Aunt, you know it usually takes me longer than that. Could you send a slightly longer one?"

The typing indicator appeared.

Disappeared.

Then appeared again.

Finally, her reply came.

"I’ve already gotten dressed again."

Max stared at the screen.

For some reason, he could almost hear the weary sigh hidden behind those five words.