Chapter 128: Yennefer’s Matchmaking
Max wasn’t completely satisfied, but he was relaxed enough as he lay beside the sleeping Zerena, one hand absentmindedly fondling her breasts while he scrolled through his phone.
By now, he’d practically come to expect Yennefer’s daily nudes.
He’d somehow managed to convince her to send them by using one ridiculous excuse after another—sometimes claiming he needed something he could use as blackmail, other times simply inventing some other convenient reason that gave him an excuse to demand them.
Whatever excuse he used, the result was the same.
Yennefer had started sending them regularly.
And Max had absolutely no intention of complaining about it.
As Max waited for the pictures to arrive, his phone finally buzzed. A message from Yennefer appeared on the screen. Max opened it, already looking slightly annoyed.
"Hey Asshole, I found a milf for you."
A moment later, an image followed.
Max’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Then a wide grin spread across his face. He even stopped fondling Zerena’s breasts for a moment as he focused entirely on the picture. Unfortunately, his excitement faded almost immediately. The image only showed the woman’s face.
Max stared at it for a few seconds before sighing in disappointment.
The picture only showed her face.
Still, he had to admit she was beautiful.
She had orange-blonde hair with a healthy amount of volume, and it looked exceptionally well cared for. The strands caught the light with a natural shine, making it obvious that she put some effort into maintaining it.
At the moment, she’d left it loose, with most of it falling naturally down her back while a few shorter strands from her parted bangs framed her face.
Her eyes were a striking blue, standing out beautifully against her fair, almond-toned skin. Like many mature women, she also had a small beauty mark near the left corner of her mouth, adding a subtle touch of character to her otherwise refined features.
Her nose was slender and neatly shaped, while her face was slightly longer, giving her an elegant appearance. Even from the picture, Max could get the impression that she was probably a fairly tall woman, much like Zerena.
Anyone watching Max think like this would probably have noticed just how obsessed he’d become with Zerena.
He couldn’t seem to look at another woman without comparing her to her in some way.
And even now, with only a picture of this new woman in front of him, his mind was already making comparisons.
Unfortunately, there simply wasn’t enough of her visible to make a proper judgment.
As Max typed, his disappointment quickly turned into impatience.
"Show me the body..."
He hesitated for a second before adding another message. Yennefer read it and immediately looked troubled. "You can see her yourself. I’m bringing her to meet you. Where should I come?"
Max blinked at the screen.
"You’re coming here at this hour?" he typed back.
After a brief pause, Max added,
"And she agreed to fuck me, right?
"She will soon enough, if you play your cards right," Yennefer typed.
She switched the car to self-driving mode before turning her attention back to the conversation.
In the back seat, Melmarc remained quiet, staring out the window as though lost in thought.
Yennefer continued typing.
"Listen, she wants a few healing potions. I can get you a good price for them, but don’t make it too easy. If you’re hoping to get something more out of her, act a little hesitant. Make her feel like she’s getting something valuable from you."
She’d been about to explain exactly how he should negotiate with Melmarc—how to make the potions seem valuable enough that she might be willing to offer something in return.
Then she remembered how Max had handled her.
A faintly amused smile touched her lips.
’Who the hell am I trying to teach?’
Apparently, she’d spent all this time worrying about how Max should conduct himself when he’d already managed to manipulate her into far more than she’d ever intended.
She shook her head and continued typing.
"Don’t worry about that. She’ll be getting something valuable."
A raised-eyebrow emoji followed the message.
Then she added:
"If you know what I mean?"
out so late....h..."
He followed up almost immediately.
"But what if I don’t find her fuckable?"
While waiting for Yennefer’s response, Max shifted closer to Zerena. He turned toward her and casually placed his hands over her stomach, giving her soft belly a gentle squeeze.
Zerena let out a quiet, sleepy moan without waking.
A wide grin spread across Max’s face.
Then he typed another message.
"Then you better give me a blowjob or two for making me stay out this late..."
She looked annoyed, but she couldn’t exactly refuse him now.
She was already on her way, and turning around at this point would make the whole trip pointless. Worse, if she simply told Melmarc that Max wasn’t available, she’d risk losing a valuable customer—one who actually spent good money at her shop.
With a resigned sigh, she typed:
"Fine. But if you do find her ’fuckable’, don’t ever think you’re getting to lay a hand on me again."
She immediately followed up:
"Now tell me where should we meet you."
"Where are you now?" he asked.
Yennefer hurriedly sent him her location.
Max’s expression immediately brightened when he checked it. She wasn’t far from the laboratory.
"Just wait there. I’ll meet you there," he replied.
He got up and turned toward Zerena, who was still fast asleep.
Max gave her a gentle shake.
Nothing.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
A mischievous grin slowly appeared on his face.
Apparently, Zerena was sleeping deeply enough that even his attempts to wake her were barely registering. He leaned down and gave her stomach, breasts, and thighs a few playful kisses in succession.
Each attempt earned little more than another sleepy moan.
Max paused.
She really wasn’t waking up.
Certain he could get away before Zerena woke up, Max hurriedly pulled on a shirt and prepared to leave the laboratory. Before stepping out, however, he grabbed a single vial of potion and slipped it with him.
That was when another problem occurred to him.