Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Yennefer had really gotten herself deep into this mess.

By now, several hours had passed since she’d first ended up with Max. They were supposed to have been done after Max had used her breasts to get off one last time.

At least, that had been the plan.

And, for the moment, things were still going in that direction.

As Yennefer watched Max make use of her breasts, she couldn’t help noticing just how ridiculous the whole situation had become. He had even used some oil beforehand, apparently determined to make everything go as smoothly as possible.

He kept squeezing her breasts together while she held them tightly herself, yet there was still an almost absurd amount left over. She could practically grab a handful herself, while Max was already filling both his hands as much as he could.

And somehow, there was still enough left that a third person could probably have gotten their hands in there and made them look even fuller.

And that was exactly why Max was having the time of his life.

After fully completing his upgrades, his size had become ridiculous enough that it had completely disappeared between Yennefer’s breasts. They enveloped him so completely that even the tip wasn’t visible above them.

Max couldn’t help staring at the sight with a mixture of satisfaction and mild frustration.

On one hand, he was incredibly pleased that his upgrades had apparently worked this well.

On the other hand, a small part of him was annoyed that he couldn’t even see the tip anymore.

’Wasn’t it supposed to show off a little?’

Max was getting quite close to going past them, though Yennefer didn’t seem to realize it.

Her attention was focused almost entirely on her breasts as she became increasingly aware of just how close Max was. The sheer size of his upgraded body made the situation feel ridiculous, especially with how close his face had gotten to hers.

Yennefer could feel the heat radiating from him and found herself becoming increasingly flustered by just how little distance remained between them.

She swallowed and tried to keep her attention elsewhere, but that was becoming increasingly difficult.

And it made her squeeze her thighs together as her vagina still hadn’t stopped tingling. Most of the sensation was simply lingering from her last two orgasms.

She had expected it to fade by now, but it stubbornly refused to go away. There was no way she should still be reacting this strongly to something as simple as being a penis rubbed on her breasts after everything that had already happened.

And there was another problem.

Since Max hadn’t washed up yet, the lingering smell of sex from both of them was still strong. Sweat had only made it worse, and the smell had spread around them, even reaching Yennefer’s breasts.

Yennefer wrinkled her nose at first.

But, annoyingly, the smell wasn’t as unpleasant as she thought it should be.

Some part of her mind kept wondering what it would taste like, and that realization alone was enough to make her cheeks heat up.

It left Yennefer feeling increasingly restless, her whole body still carrying the lingering tension from everything that had happened.

Both of them had their own frustrations building up now, and Yennefer was becoming increasingly aware of how difficult it was to simply ignore them.

At this point, she barely needed to say what she wanted.

If she voiced even the slightest hint of her frustration, Max probably wouldn’t even take a second breath before jumping at the opportunity to help her deal with it.

But Max’s frustration was a little trickier to deal with, since his problem was mainly his size.

Fortunately, Max was different.

He was the protagonist of this world, after all—and apparently, he came with some very well-made plot armor specifically designed to deal with this kind of frustration.

Somehow, things always seemed to work out for him when they really shouldn’t have.

The System.

Every NovelPhoenix protagonist eventually turns to one for a solution to half the problems they encounter on their journey to becoming the hero of their world.

Usually, they had either been reincarnated or transmigrated into another world first.

So Max had one too.

Being a NovelPhoenix protagonist apparently came with the full package, and his System was conveniently designed to deal with exactly the kind of problem he was facing.

And with Forbidden Points still left to spend, Max didn’t hesitate.

He had been waiting for the perfect time to use this upgrade, but honestly, if this wasn’t the perfect time, then it was at least a damn necessary one.

His pride as a man was on the line.

There were some things a protagonist simply couldn’t afford to lose—especially the ones that mattered in this particular kind of NovelPhoenix.

After blacking out twice for a second each time, Yennefer suddenly felt Max growing harder and larger.

She had no idea what had happened.

She only felt a sudden increase in size against the pressure of her breasts, which had been holding him tightly between them. What surprised her even more was that the tip, which had previously remained right at the edge with only a small part peeking out, suddenly appeared fully above them.

Well... the tip, at least.

Seeing it so close, with the evidence of Max’s excitement adding to the sticky sensation against her skin, Yennefer’s breath hitched.

The intensity of the moment—and the lingering smell—only made it worse.

Almost instinctively, she rubbed her thighs together a little more, trying to deal with the sudden rush of sensation she definitely wasn’t prepared for.

’How could he grow more big?’ she asked herself, shocked and amazed.

The points deep inside her that had been hitting hard just a few minutes ago suddenly seemed to twitch, as though her body itself was already wanting to experience that sensation again—only harder this time.

Increasing her frustration, Max had already disappeared with a huge smile on his face.

He was staring at the result with pure satisfaction. His latest upgrade had finally pushed him past another barrier—or, more accurately, broken it.

The Breast Barrier.

His size was finally enough to rise past Yennefer’s enormous brown breasts, and Max looked like a man who had just conquered another ridiculous milestone.

Making him move faster, Max reached up and grabbed Yennefer’s face, forcing her attention back to him.

"Squzze them tighter..."

Yennefer was startled by the sudden grip on her face, but she quickly followed his instruction, tightening her hold.

Max made her look up at him, then brought his thumb toward her mouth with the same shameless expression.

"Suck on it..."

And judging by the way she immediately reacted, he barely needed to finish the sentence.

She finally had something to keep her mouth busy, which had been growing increasingly dry and restless. She didn’t understand why she suddenly wanted to feel something there, or why the urge had become so difficult to ignore.

What confused her most was that this hadn’t been a problem a few weeks ago.

Even after Max had first made her do something so embarrassing, she had been perfectly fine. Even before things between them had gone any further, she had been fine.

So what the hell had changed?

Why did her body suddenly seem to be demanding something she had never even thought about before in years?

So there was her answer.

It was all because of Max.

Yennefer glared at his smug, smirking face, even as she continued following his ridiculous instructions. One of his hands was still resting against her face, while the other casually brushed along her cheek.

She was pretty.

Max couldn’t say it enough.

And age hadn’t taken that away from her. If anything, the years had given her face more definition, making her features sharper and more mature.

"You have a killer face..." Max praised her without the slightest hesitation.

Then his gaze dropped briefly before he added, "And a murderous body. How have you not had sex for years?"

Yennefer looked genuinely shocked.

She immediately pulled her thumb away from her mouth and stared at him.

"How do you know?"

"I guessed..." Max said with a smirk.

Judging by her shocked expression, he had clearly guessed correctly.

"Why? Because your husband died? And you didn’t want to disrespect him?"

"Who said he has died?" Yennefer shot back.

She gave him a sharp look before adding, "Now shut up and focus on finishing. It’s getting late..."

The sunlight coming through the windows had already begun to soften, casting a warm glow across the room as a beautiful evening slowly approached.

Max smirked.

He wanted to ask more.

If her husband hadn’t died, then were they divorced? Or were they still married?

Honestly, he was really hoping for the second one.

Because if they were still married, Max would have accidentally completed another one of his dreams: having an affair with a married woman.

He pushed his thumb toward her mouth again, and she immediately followed the gesture.

Yennefer began sucking on it almost instinctively, though this time she looked even more embarrassed than before, unable to meet Max’s teasing eyes.