Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Her hand continued idly stroking him through the fabric.

Not enough to finish the job.

Just enough to make his brain briefly file for unpaid leave.

Max stared at her in stunned silence.

The woman sitting in front of him had spent the better part of a week treating anything below his waist as forbidden territory.

Now...

She was absentmindedly rubbing his crotch while discussing strategy.

Cities, apparently, did strange things to people.

Or perhaps spending several days away had simply given her enough time to accept that arguing with the system accomplished absolutely nothing.

Either way...

Max certainly wasn’t about to interrupt whatever miracle was taking place.

Zerena looked up at him.

"Well?" she asked, giving the bulge one last absentminded rub. "Where do we start?"

Max swallowed.

His brain, unfortunately, had become far too occupied with the hand currently wrapped around a problem it had spent all morning trying to keep under control.

Coming up with intelligent ideas suddenly felt significantly more difficult than usual.

"So..." Zerena asked, still absentmindedly massaging the outline of his length through his pants, "what should we do? Any ideas?"

"Umm..."

Max’s brain struggled to produce one.

Feeling it would be unfair to leave all the work to her, he reached out and settled both hands on her breasts instead, gently fondling them.

"...Mmh..."

A small, unwilling sound escaped Zerena before she calmly ignored it.

Max looked thoughtfully toward her lap.

"The last time the system gave us a new task..." he began, "...it happened after I got close to your vagina."

His eyes drifted lower.

"So I was thinking... maybe we should try doing something there again."

Zerena immediately gave him a flat look.

"I was trying to make another task appear," she replied, "so we *wouldn’t* have to go anywhere near my pussy."

She gave his length one last squeeze through the fabric before withdrawing her hand.

"If your brilliant plan begins with my pussy again... then come up with a less brilliant one."

Climbing farther onto the bed, she folded one leg beneath herself and looked back at him expectantly.

"There has to be something else."

She paused.

"That ridiculous system can’t possibly have built its entire imagination around one body part."

Knowing the system....

Max wasn’t nearly as confident as she hoped.

But Max still wasn’t ready to abandon his own suggestions.

"There is one where I can rub my penis between your breasts..." he said as he climbed onto the bed beside her. Then, before Zerena could immediately reject the idea, he quickly added, "But first... let’s try kissing.

Maybe the system will become generous and give us something normal." The word normal carried a rather unusual definition by this point.

Somehow, after spending the past week with the Forbidden Act System, kissing, fondling breasts and butt, sucking on them, paying suspicious amounts of attention to armpits, and shoving their tongues into each other’s mouths had quietly climbed into the category of reasonable alternatives.

Of course...

By this point, normal had become a dangerously flexible word. It now included fondling breasts and butt, sucking on them, paying suspicious amounts of attention to armpits, and kissing until neither of them remembered who’d borrowed whose tongue.

Compared to the system’s usual ideas...

That practically counted as wholesome family entertainment.

Surprisingly, Zerena didn’t refuse.

She quietly shifted forward and settled onto his lap.

The moment she did, Max’s hands immediately found her butt, grabbing the soft flesh with all the restraint of a man greeting a pair of old friends after a painfully long separation. His fingers instinctively spread the generous curves, already wishing the summer dress weren’t in the way.

Unfortunately...

Today’s outfit had chosen modesty.

If he wanted the real thing, the dress would have to come off first, and even Max knew that was getting ahead of himself.

So he settled for the next best option.

Leaning forward, he captured her lips.

The kiss lasted only a heartbeat before Zerena answered with one of her own, pulling him back in. Her hand slid to his cheek, holding his face firmly as she kissed him with surprising determination, drawing his tongue into her mouth with enough enthusiasm to make Max quietly wonder whether she’d secretly been practicing while she was away.

He sincerely hoped not.

When the kiss finally broke, Max looked at her hopefully.

"Should we take our clothes off first?" he asked.

Zerena simply gave a small nod before getting off his lap.

As she reached for the shoulder of her dress, she asked casually,

"So... last night."

She glanced at him.

"Did you jerk off?"

Max decided honesty was probably the safer option.

"No."

He shook his head.

As the answer left his mouth, the strap slipped from Zerena’s shoulder. A moment later, she let the dress slide down her body until it pooled around her feet.

For the briefest instant...

A faint look of disappointment crossed her face.

Max never noticed.

His attention had already been completely hijacked.

Today’s lace panties were doing a remarkably poor job of pretending to be underwear.

The thin fabric outlined far more than it concealed, leaving the dark outline of her pubes plainly visible. Even the soft shape of her folds beneath the lace could be made out without requiring much imagination at all.

"So I sent you that video for nothing?" Zerena asked, sounding genuinely disappointed.

As she settled back onto his lap, Max’s hands immediately returned to their favorite destination.

Her butt.

Not content with merely grabbing it through the lace panties, his hands slipped beneath the fabric, cupping both buttocks where they met before giving them an appreciative spread.

Apparently, the reunion deserved proper acknowledgement.

Seeing the disappointed look on her face, Max quickly shook his head.

"I wanted to..." he admitted.

Then, after a brief hesitation, he scratched his cheek.

"But I stopped because... I figured I might have to do it multiple times today."

Zerena looked at him for a moment before giving a small nod.

"...You’re probably right."

She wrapped her legs around his waist as she spoke, helping him pull his shirt over his head.

"Who knows what that perverted system of yours has planned?"

Knowing the system..

It probably had several ideas already waiting in line.

"And that reminds me," she continued. "I bought the Healing Mana Potions for you."

Max blinked in surprise.

"So after we earn some more system points, make sure you use them to form your first mana ring."

His hands slid from her butt to her waist, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"Thanks, Aunt."