Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

The video cut off.

"Of course I will..." Max said with a grin that refused to leave his face.

At that moment, he honestly wouldn’t have minded marching straight through the hounds of hell if the reward waiting at the end was another chance to get anywhere near a pair of breasts like Zerena’s.

His thoughts immediately drifted to tomorrow.

Unfortunately...

Reality wasn’t nearly as cooperative as his imagination.

There weren’t any new Forbidden Acts left.

The only remaining one required Zerena to masturbate in front of him, and even that would disappear in just three more days if nothing new appeared.

That simply wouldn’t do.

If he wanted more Forbidden Points—and, more importantly, more opportunities to shamelessly appreciate Zerena’s body—he first needed the system to cough up another act the moment she returned.

If not...

She’d lose interest surprisingly quickly.

Once Zerena decided something wasn’t immediately useful, convincing her to do it became about as easy as convincing a brick wall to develop hobbies.

Fortunately...

They still had sixty more potions to finish in only four days. Zerena wanted the army’s next potion recipe badly enough to hand over a hundred bottles within a single week.

Max’s grin slowly returned.

Pressure had a funny habit of making people compromise.

Just a week ago, Zerena would’ve considered sending him a descriptive nude video sufficient reason to drown both him and the system in the nearest river.

Now...

She’d recorded one herself.

If the promise of a new potion recipe pushed hard enough...

Even more perverted things might stop sounding completely impossible.

Even after everything that had happened that day...

Max deliberately chose not to hold a self-pleasuring session. It wasn’t because he lacked the mood. Quite the opposite.

He simply made himself a promise. From now on, he’d stop doing it alone. If the situation absolutely demanded it, he’d only do it when some lady was generous enough to assist him.

With that lofty ambition firmly established, he climbed into bed.

Falling asleep proved much easier in theory than in practice.

His penis, apparently encouraged by everything Zerena had sent him that night, behaved like a tiny devil sitting inside his pants, repeatedly whispering that nobody would ever know if he just pulled it out for "five quick minutes."

Max firmly refused.

"No."

He’d already survived today.

Surely he could survive one more night.

Besides...

Hope was a remarkably effective sedative.

Tomorrow Zerena would be back.

That thought alone seemed to calm the troublesome thing down just enough for sleep to finally claim him.

Somehow...

That promise was enough to let Max fall asleep surprisingly soundly.

By morning...

His penis had apparently woken up well before the rest of him. By the time Max finally opened his eyes, it was already standing at full attention, looking far more enthusiastic about starting the day than he was.

For one dangerously weak moment...

He almost gave in.

Fortunately, max was strong willed so he hurried into the bathroom, washed up as quickly as possible, then immediately threw himself into cleaning the laboratory from top to bottom.

If his hands were busy scrubbing tables and organizing herbs...

They couldn’t be busy rubbing one out.

It was a strategy born entirely from desperation.

Surprisingly...

It worked.

At least until the front door opened.

The very woman responsible for ninety-nine percent of his current self-control problems walked inside carrying several large bags.

Spotting Max in the laboratory, Zerena called out,

"Come help me carry these upstairs."

Max hurried over.

Now that she was actually standing in front of him again, last night’s conversation suddenly felt far more embarrassing than it had through a phone screen.

Requesting a nude video had somehow seemed perfectly reasonable at midnight.

Seeing the woman in person the next morning...

That confidence had quietly packed its bags and disappeared.

Deciding small talk was the safest survival strategy available, Max reached for one of the bags and asked,

"So... what’s in all these?"

"Mostly clothes," Zerena replied, shifting one of the heavier bags to her other hand. "Along with a few other things."

She glanced at him.

"I packed some of yours in there too."

"Thanks," Max said, taking another bag from her.

"So... how’s Aunt Anna?"

"She was alright," Zerena answered with a tired sigh.

"Still whining that I should send her more money."

She rolled her eyes.

"So she can keep stuffing herself and that fat daughter of hers with even more junk food."

Max wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that.

So, like many wise men before him...

He chose silence.

Smiling awkwardly, he carried the bags over to the closet before heading downstairs to fetch her a glass of water.

"The weather’s getting unbearable," Zerena complained after taking a long drink. "It’s so hot and humid my eyelashes keep sticking together every time I blink. It feels like someone secretly glued them shut."

"Yeah..." Max nodded. "When I went out yesterday, it felt like I was walking into a sauna."

He knew better than most how much Zerena hated summer.

If winter made her complain twice a day...

Summer comfortably doubled the workload.

Which was exactly why, before she arrived, he’d already turned the air conditioner all the way up.

The cool air gradually chased the heat from the room.

Leaning back against the bed with a tired sigh, Zerena finally began to relax.

Tiny droplets of sweat still clung to her forehead, while a faint sheen glistened along her neck. Even the hollow of her cleavage had gathered a little moisture beneath her colorful summer dress, making it painfully obvious just how miserable the trip back had been.

Max couldn’t help watching her for a moment.

The tiny beads of sweat along her neck somehow had the opposite effect of what they probably should’ve.

Instead of looking unpleasant...

They only made an increasingly unreasonable part of his brain wonder what they’d taste like.

Thankfully, that particular thought remained safely locked inside his head.

"So," Zerena asked after finishing another sip of water, a faintly amused smile appearing on her lips, "what have you been doing all morning?"

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"I trust you weren’t... entertaining yourself alone?"

Max’s ears turned a little red.

He quickly shook his head.

"No."

Then, after a brief pause, he added honestly,

"I was waiting for you... so we could do it for the system tasks."

A week ago...

That sentence would’ve been enough to make Zerena’s expression darken immediately.

Now...

She merely let out a long, tired sigh.

"Well," she asked, setting the glass aside, "did that vile system of yours at least have the decency to give us a new task?"

"No," Max replied. "Now that the panty task has disappeared, there’s only one left."

He scratched his cheek.

"The one where you have to masturbate... with me helping you."

As he spoke, he walked over and sat beside her on the bed.

Unfortunately...

The penis he’d spent the entire morning negotiating with immediately decided the peace treaty had expired.

It sprang back to full attention with remarkable enthusiasm.

This time, however...

Zerena actually looked annoyed.

Before Max could wonder why, she suddenly leaned toward him.

Placing a hand over the bulge in his pants, she gave it a slow rub.

The unexpected contact nearly made Max forget how language worked.

"We’ll do it," she said matter-of-factly. "But first, try to make the system cough up some other options."