Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Yennefer moaned louder as the orgasm finally overtook her.

Once again, all the heat she’d been building up became too much for her to contain, and her control disappeared completely.

She trembled as she lost herself in the moment, the overwhelming release leaving her helpless to stop another squirt from escaping.

For the second time, she’d completely lost control.

Max was positioned above and slightly behind Yennefer, his upper body leaning over her while she remained face-down on the bed, her hips raised and her arms stretched forward near the pillow.

He kept his weight supported on his arms and legs rather than putting all of it on her, leaving him just far enough away to avoid the squirt that was spreading across the bed beneath them.

The whole situation had become an absolute mess.

Yennefer’s body continued reacting as the intensity built, her eyes teary and her mouth open as she struggled to catch her breath. Her folds felt burning hot, and she had completely lost control of the situation.

She kept squirting for several more seconds while Max remained above her, breathing heavily and struggling to keep himself together.

He was on the verge of his own orgasm himself.

And he did his hips jerking as he once he thrusted inside her hips he didn’t had the strenght left to move them back up again as he released everything inside her again while she let out one final strong stream of squirt to splash it on bed again, as she butt twitching still orgasming and shaking.

And then, almost in the next second, Max’s hips suddenly jerked.

Whatever strength he’d had left seemed to disappear at once. He sagged forward, breathing heavily as the last of his energy left him.

Yennefer wasn’t doing much better.

Her butt twitched involuntarily, her legs shaking beneath max.

And this was probably the worst possible position for Yennefer to be squirting.

It was so damn embarrassing that she desperately wanted it to stop. She instinctively brought her hands between her legs, trying to cover her vagina and regain some dignity.

"Noo..." she moaned, her voice full of mortification.

But her body clearly had other plans.

She kept squirting for several more seconds, leaving her hands caught in the mess as she struggled helplessly to make it stop.By the time it finally ended, Max was exhausted too, having finished and released his semen.

Yennefer stayed bent over the bed for a moment, breathing heavily.

Max finally pulled away from her with a faint popping sound, leaving Yennefer still trembling from the intensity of everything that had just happened.

He stumbled onto the bed beside her, breathing heavily, his skin slick with sweat.

Yennefer looked even worse.

She was still on her knees beside him, trembling and trying to catch her breath, her hair disheveled and her entire appearance far messier than his.

Max glanced at her face.

Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth hanging open as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Her hands had fallen onto the bed for support, and her body had gone almost limp from exhaustion.

Max couldn’t help feeling proud.

Until now, he’d always thought this kind of thing only happened in hentai or those ridiculous cartoon-porn scenes on the internet. Even real porn didn’t seem to go this far.

And yet somehow, on his very first time having sex, he’d managed to make a woman react exactly like that.

He decided to call it a hentai orgasm.

And, as far as he was concerned, getting one on his first attempt was a pretty damn impressive achievement.

’I’m a fucking genius...’

Max praised himself internally, far more impressed with his own performance than any sane person probably should have been.

He slid one arm underneath Yennefer’s head, letting it rest beneath her neck and shoulder for support, while his other arm went around her upper body. He carefully pulled her toward him, making her let out a tired moan as he shifted her into a more comfortable position and away from the mess she’d made on the bed.

Yennefer still looked completely dazed.

Max gave her a small shake.

"You alright?"

That was the second time he’d had to ask her that today.

Yennefer couldn’t have been more embarrassed.

She didn’t even bother opening her eyes this time. She simply made a tired little sound in response.

"Mmmmm..."

Max looked at her for a moment.

’Yeah. Definitely a fucking genius.’

Max looked over Yennefer as she lay naked across the bed, face-down with her chest and stomach pressed against the mattress.

Her arms were stretched forward near the pillow, while her legs remained partly bent beneath her. From Max’s position beside her, the curve of her back was clearly visible, dipping from her shoulders toward her waist before rising again toward her hips.

He shifted closer and placed one leg over hers, steadying himself as he looked at the messy bed around them.

"So... you squirted again?"

Yennefer’s exhausted face immediately tightened with embarrassment.

She didn’t even have the energy to glare at him properly.

Yennefer blushed even harder when Max leaned closer and looked directly at her face.

She wanted to turn away, but she was far too tired to bother. Instead, she simply let out an exhausted groan.

"I told you to slow down... it’s because of you..."

Once again, Yennefer was making the mistake of thinking that telling him he was responsible for making her squirt would somehow make him feel guilty.

It had exactly the opposite effect.

Max’s grin widened with pure satisfaction.

"Then I expect your gratitude..."

He sounded ridiculously proud of himself, as though he’d just accomplished some great achievement rather than exhausted the woman lying in front of him.

Yennefer shifted lazily beneath his leg, too exhausted to move with much energy. She slipped one arm around his waist and edged closer to him, still visibly flushed from everything that had just happened.

"What gratitude? I feel like slapping that cheeky face of yours instead..."

She said it with a tired glare, but made absolutely no attempt to actually do it.

Instead, she simply stayed pressed against him, her head resting near his shoulder.

Max raised an eyebrow.

Yeah.

That threat wasn’t exactly convincing.

And Max, as always, couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He clearly hadn’t gotten enough of her breasts yet, and his attention immediately returned to them.

Yennefer let out a soft moan and reached up, running her fingers through his hair.

"Gently... I’m still sensitive from the orgasm..."

Her warning came with noticeably less resistance this time.

She was tired, embarrassed, and still recovering, yet she made no real attempt to stop him. Max, naturally, took that as permission to continue teasing her—just with a little more care this time.

"Bu

t you better not be thinking about doing it again..."

Yennefer gave him a warning look. Her entire body was sore after everything she’d just put herself through, and she had absolutely no strength left for another round.

Max’s expression immediately fell.

He looked almost genuinely disappointed, like someone had just taken away his favorite meal.

Then he put on the most shamelessly pathetic begging face he could manage.

"Just one more time?"

"No..."

Yennefer shook her head firmly this time.

"This is enough. If we do any more, I won’t be able to get up tomorrow at all..."

Max’s expression immediately dropped.

Yet even while looking disappointed, his hands were still busy fondling her breasts, treating them like a pair of toys he had somehow gotten attached to. He stared at them for a moment before looking back at her with a pleading expression.

"Then, how about just sucking it once more?"

Only to be met with another firm rejection.

"No... I’m too tired to do anything right now... let alone deal with that ugly dick of yours."

Yennefer shook her head again, clearly done with his attempts.

Max’s expression sank for a moment before he quickly came up with another idea—one he apparently considered much more reasonable.

"Then let me use your boobs. You won’t have to do anything that way..."

She stared at him for several seconds, her heavy eyelids barely staying open. Every part of her body felt worn out, and even shifting her weight seemed like more effort than it should have been.

A long, exhausted sigh escaped her.

Max was still playing with her breasts, and, annoyingly, his argument wasn’t entirely wrong. She wouldn’t have to move much this way, which was probably the only reason she was even considering it.

Yennefer rubbed her tired face before letting out another sigh.

"But that’s it. We’re done for the day. Nothing more..."

Even speaking felt tiring now.

She slowly shifted onto her back, moving with the sluggishness of someone who had completely run out of energy.

Max’s gloomy expression immediately brightened.

Max’s previously gloomy expression immediately brightened. He nodded vigorously at her condition, looking far too happy for someone who had just been rejected several times in a row.