Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

"Start it from taking off your clothes..." Max typed.

After a brief hesitation, he added one more word.

"Please..."

Then he hit send.

Apparently...

The magic word still had some value.

The chat fell silent.

This time, noticeably longer than before.

One minute passed.

Then two.

By the time nearly five minutes had gone by, Max had already started wondering whether he’d finally pushed his luck one step too far.

Then his phone buzzed.

A message appeared first.

"This is the last one. I’m going to sleep after this, so don’t message me again."

A stern-faced emoji sat at the end of the sentence, somehow making the warning feel even more serious.

Max immediately straightened his posture as though she could somehow see him through the screen.

He replied with complete sincerity.

"I won’t."

After a second’s thought, he added another message.

"So please come back as early as you can tomorrow."

His fingers hovered over the keyboard.

He almost added that he missed her.

More specifically...

Her giant breasts.

That wonderfully fat butt.

And several other body parts his brain insisted deserved equal recognition.

Fortunately, the last surviving fragment of his common sense tackled those thoughts before they reached the screen.

He quietly deleted the entire sentence.

He’d already looked desperate enough for one night.

There was no need to submit additional evidence.

Without sending anything else, Max immediately downloaded the video.

It was noticeably longer than the previous one.

Just over five minutes.

Still not nearly long enough, in Max’s completely unbiased opinion.

Then again...

There were only so many things someone could realistically do in five minutes if the assignment was simply "show your breasts."

Unless, of course...

Zerena decided to get a little more creative.

His imagination immediately volunteered several highly inappropriate possibilities, all of which somehow involved her giant breasts receiving considerably more attention than simple camera work.

Max sincerely hoped his imagination had guessed correctly.

With expectations that were probably far too optimistic, he tapped the new video.

It began inside what looked like the bathroom of the rooftop room they rent back in the city.

Zerena was still fully dressed.

She wore a loose shirt that hung comfortably over her body as she stepped into view.

After placing the phone somewhere stable, she took several steps back until both her face and upper body were fully inside the frame.

Even through the shirt, Max immediately noticed something.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

The fabric shifted naturally with every movement, outlining the unmistakable shape of her giant breasts beneath it.

Max gave a slow, thoughtful nod.

"...This is already starting much better than the first one."

In the chat, Zerena had sounded thoroughly annoyed.

The woman on the screen, however...

Looked noticeably different.

There was even the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of her lips.

Rather than immediately taking off her shirt, she stepped a little closer to the camera first. Her forearms gently pressed her breasts together before she slowly began lifting the loose fabric upward.

The movement was unhurried.

Deliberate.

The shirt gradually rose past her stomach, revealing her bare thighs and making it obvious she was wearing nothing but a pair of panties underneath.

Max’s penis reacted instantly.

His brain, meanwhile, took a second longer to catch up.

He’d honestly expected something far less... cooperative.

In his mind, Zerena would’ve simply pulled off the shirt, flashed her breasts for a few seconds from one or two awkward angles, perhaps reluctantly given the camera a closer look at a nipple, then ended the recording before he could develop unrealistic expectations.

Instead...

She was actually trying to make it look erotic.

That possibility hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Apparently...

Zerena had put considerably more thought into making this video than Max had expected.

Instead of simply taking off her shirt, she leaned toward the camera first, letting the angle naturally emphasize her cleavage before slowly leaning back again.

Only then did her fingers catch the hem of the shirt.

She raised it little by little before finally pulling it over her head.

The camera lingered on her for a moment.

Even through the screen, Max noticed her pale skin carried a faint sheen, probably from spending several minutes inside the humid bathroom before recording. The air in there had always been warm. Max knew that much from personal experience. Over the past week alone, he’d managed to spend an alarmingly large portion of his life inside that bathroom.

Then...

There they were.

The same giant breasts he’d been fondling, squeezing, and shamelessly sucking on for the past several days.

Seeing them again after two days somehow made him miss them even more than he’d expected.

Absence, apparently, really did make the heart grow fonder.

Or, in Max’s case...

An entirely different organ.

As she finished taking off the shirt, both of her arms remained raised for a brief moment, exposing her smooth armpits as well. They carried the same faint sheen of moisture from the humid room, quietly stealing a small portion of Max’s attention before his eyes inevitably wandered back where they truly wanted to be.

Zerena wore an expression that looked almost... amused.

Whether she was amused by herself, by Max, or by the absurdity of the situation as a whole, he honestly couldn’t tell.

She stepped closer until her breasts filled most of the frame.

Then, without any visible hurry, one hand settled around a breast, gently lifting its heavy weight while her fingers slowly rubbed over the hardened nipple.

Max swallowed.

"...She’s actually putting effort into this."

He had honestly expected the entire video to resemble reluctant evidence submitted to satisfy an inconvenient request.

Instead...

It was beginning to look suspiciously like Zerena had decided that if she was going to embarrass herself, she might as well do a reasonably competent job of it.

"...She really has gotten corrupted..." Max muttered, a broad grin spreading across his face.

He hadn’t even claimed the system wanted any of this.

Yet Zerena had still gone this far.

First she teased her own nipples with slow, deliberate strokes, almost as though she’d decided there was no point doing the job halfway.

The video wasn’t even halfway over.

Then she pressed her breasts together again before, to Max’s complete surprise, deliberately lifted both arms high enough to show off her slightly damp armpits glistening under the bathroom light.

Max gave a slow, appreciative nod.

"...She’s reading my mind now."

It was honestly becoming a little frightening.

A moment later, the camera returned to her breasts.

She brought the phone closer, giving him another lingering view before stepping back once more.

Then, just when Max thought the video had already exceeded every expectation he’d had...

She turned around.

For a brief moment, the camera captured the generous curve of her butt beneath her panties.

Max’s eyes widened.

"...No way..."

He’d been fully prepared to call this the greatest five minutes of his week.

Zerena, however, apparently wasn’t interested in letting him enjoy the victory for long.

She turned back around, walked toward the phone, and lifted it until her smiling face filled the entire screen, cutting off every other view with ruthless efficiency.

"You’d better repay this," she said, her smile carrying just enough warning to remind him exactly who he was dealing with.

"By working your ass off."

The recording ended.

Max stared at the black screen for several seconds.

"...Worth it," he concluded.