Chapter 70: Psychedelic Trip gone bad (R-18)
"Don’t suck so hard..." Zerena whispered.
One hand gripped Max’s hair tightly while the other stayed clamped over her own mouth, desperately trying to keep any more embarrassing sounds from escaping.
From the outside, her sharp expression and constant glare made her look like the sort of woman who’d bite someone’s head off for breathing too loudly.
In reality...
She was simply an older woman with surprisingly gentle features hidden beneath that permanent scowl.
Her broad frame, generous thighs, and full figure carried an unmistakable sense of maturity and quiet elegance, even if her naturally wide curves made her look a little sturdier than the delicate beauties found in storybooks.
Especially her butt.
At the moment, Max was holding onto those generous curves with both hands like they were the last handholds on a collapsing cliff.
If Zerena suddenly decided she’d had enough and tried to shove him away, he clearly intended to negotiate with fate by refusing to let go.
Unfortunately for her...
The task timer still had well over half its time remaining.
Which meant, much to Max’s delight and Zerena’s growing despair, the siege of her dignity was nowhere near over.
The meter above her head had climbed to ninety percent.
So close.
Even so, Max found that, for once, he wasn’t particularly worried about whether the task ultimately succeeded.
Regret simply wasn’t part of the equation anymore.
Not while Zerena’s thighs were pressed tightly against either side of his face, her warmth surrounding him as though she’d accidentally turned his head into the world’s most inappropriate pillow.
If the task somehow failed after this...
Well...
He’d still consider the day an overwhelming personal victory.
His mouth continued working over the damp fabric covering her folds, drawing more moisture through the soaked panties while his tongue never seemed to run out of enthusiasm. Every now and then, another unmistakable slurping sound escaped despite his complete lack of shame.
Unfortunately...
Those sounds had nowhere to go except Zerena’s ears.
Each wet little noise made her cheeks burn hotter than the one before.
She’d reached the point where she genuinely wished the room came equipped with a mute button.
"...How much longer?" she asked through clenched teeth.
Without realizing it, her thighs squeezed harder around his cheeks, her legs tightening until they crossed comfortably behind his neck, both feet resting against his back as though she’d unconsciously installed an emergency restraint system.
Max, meanwhile, seemed perfectly content with the arrangement.
If anything, the extra pressure only made him look even more determined, like a man who’d finally discovered the career path destiny had been trying to recommend all along.
Max didn’t answer verbally. At the moment, conversation ranked surprisingly low on his list of priorities
He remained far too occupied with the task in front of him.
Even through the damp fabric, he could make out the smooth, silky contours of her folds beneath the panties. More than once, the temptation crossed his mind to simply push the fabric aside and feel them properly with his tongue.
Unfortunately...
The task had very specific instructions. It had to be done through the panties
For once, even Max’s curiosity had to obey the fine print.
Reluctantly accepting that reality, he continued exactly as he had been, lingering where the fabric stretched over the dense bush above her folds. Every time his mouth wandered there, Zerena’s reactions became just a little harder to suppress.
It didn’t take long before her fingers tightened around the handful of his hair she’d been clutching.
Ordinarily, having someone grab his hair that hard would’ve hurt.
Instead...
Max’s brain interpreted it as something suspiciously close to a reward.
A pleasant rush shot through his body, making the tiny warning voice responsible for common sense quietly pack its bags and leave for the day.
If someone had asked him to describe the feeling, he’d probably have compared it to whatever people imagined psychedelic drugs felt like.
Not that he’d ever tried any.
His knowledge came entirely from the internet.
Which, admittedly, wasn’t the most academically respected source of medical information.
Still...
His body certainly seemed convinced it’d just discovered a brand-new recreational substance.
Apparently, all it required was a beautiful older woman grabbing his hair while he was buried between her thighs.
The same comparison could almost be made for Zerena.
Only...
For her, it felt less like discovering something exciting and more like a psychedelic trip that had gone spectacularly wrong.
The kind where, halfway through, all you wanted was for someone to hit the emergency exit button and promise you’d never make eye contact with the experience again.
Unfortunately...
There wasn’t an exit button.
Only Max.
And he seemed remarkably committed to his current occupation.
The longer he continued licking over her folds through the damp panties and occasionally giving the fabric little sucks, the stronger the strange feeling inside her became.
Objectively speaking...
He wasn’t even doing very much.
The panties still separated his mouth from her vagina, preventing anything more direct.
Yet that somehow made remarkably little difference.
The simple truth was that she hadn’t let another person anywhere near her vagina in years.
She herself hadn’t touched it this way in a very long time either.
Because of that, every slow lick, every gentle suck through the soaked fabric, struck her with far more force than she remembered sensations like this ever having.
The same question surfaced in Zerena’s mind yet again.
’...Doesn’t he find it disgusting?’
She wasn’t wondering whether Max found the act itself disgusting.
She meant...
Her.
She wasn’t a young woman anymore.
A few strands of gray had already begun finding their way into her hair. Her face still received the occasional compliment, but her body had changed over the years. Softer. Heavier. Wide enough that she’d long since stopped bothering to admire herself in the mirror.
And then there was everything below.
Left entirely to its own devices for years, the hair around her vagina had grown dense and untamed. Calling it "well maintained" would have required a level of optimism normally reserved for politicians making election promises.
It certainly wasn’t the sort of thing she’d ever imagined another person would willingly get anywhere near.
Yet...
Max never showed the slightest hint of disgust.
The thought made her wonder...
Was he forcing himself the same way she was?
Enduring something he didn’t actually want to do simply because the system promised rewards, progress, and enough Forbidden Points for both of them to become rich.
For some reason...
That possibility made the situation feel just a little easier to accept.
If Max could’ve heard what was going through Zerena’s mind...
He probably would’ve regretted abandoning one of the storylines he’d considered using before.
The one where he acted like a complete bastard.
Calling her an old hag.
Mocking her age.
Pretending her body had lost its value long ago.
At the time, he’d dismissed the idea as far too risky. Insulting Zerena’s pride sounded like an excellent way to discover whether a broomstick could be used as a lethal weapon.
Looking back...
It might actually have made her believe his act a little more.
Instead, she’d somehow convinced herself that he was enduring these ridiculous tasks just as reluctantly as she was.
As that thought settled in her mind, some of the tension quietly left her shoulders.
She no longer viewed the task as quite the same unbearable burden it had been at the beginning.
Her body, however...
Had absolutely no interest in following her example.
Max’s mouth continued working with the same stubborn determination as before. Every firmer lick and every stronger suck against the damp fabric sent another wave of unfamiliar sensation racing through her.
It all seemed to gather in the exact place where his mouth lingered the longest, building little by little into something that made the rest of her body feel strangely restless.
An uncomfortable heat spread through her despite the air conditioner working at its lowest temperature.
The cool air swept across her skin.
It should’ve felt refreshing.
Instead, it barely seemed capable of keeping up with the warmth steadily blooming inside her.