Chapter 116: A Problem for Tomorrow (R-18)
"What the fuck do you mean I have to suck you off while fingering myself?" Zerena demanded, her voice filled with pure disbelief.
The two of them were showering together, with Max currently helping clean the mess from her thighs.
"Have you finally gone mad?" she continued, glaring at him. "Was making me masturbate at my age not enough? Now you want me to jerk you off while doing the same thing myself?"
Honestly...
Max didn’t have a particularly convincing argument against that.
The System had spoken, and apparently its latest demand had decided that Zerena’s remaining dignity was merely another resource waiting to be spent.
So, rather than argue, Max simply continued cleaning her.
His fingers wandered through her pubic hair, gently washing away the remaining traces of their earlier activities.
Zerena’s expression remained irritated.
Her body, unfortunately, seemed considerably less interested in supporting her argument.
She shifted backward until her backside pressed against Max, apparently having become so accustomed to his presence over the past few days that she no longer even noticed herself doing it.
Max couldn’t help smiling.
The Forbidden Acts had certainly accomplished one thing.
**[Forbidden Act: The Shared Bath]**
**[Target:** Zerena Falkner]
**[Description:** Turn a private routine into a shared space. Enter the bath or shower while the target is using it and remain inside for the duration.]
**[Duration:** Minimum 20 minutes continuous exposure across 7 consecutive days.]
**[Reward:** 600 Forbidden Points.]
He’d already been earning points from it for the past two days.
The act had been triggered alongside the one they’d just completed, and although it had already expired, it had still left Max with a rather impressive increase in his Forbidden Points.
**[Total Forbidden Points: 10,900]**
That total included the 400 points he’d earned from Yennefer’s blowjob, along with roughly another 2,000 he’d gained from Zerena swallowing his semen.
Max couldn’t help smirking at the number.
If he could somehow convince Zerena to keep helping him with these ridiculous System acts, he probably wouldn’t have to worry about running out of Forbidden Points anytime soon.
"Aunt, just think of it this way..." Max said.
He gently turned Zerena to face him before his hands slipped lower, slowly rubbing along the curve between her buttocks. Almost unconsciously, Zerena leaned into him, her soft breasts pressing against his chest as though her body had quietly accepted this sort of closeness days ago.
"We’ll be—"
He stopped himself with a small cough. "...You’ll be completing two quests at the same time." His hands continued their slow, absentminded caresses as he smiled. "The swallowing quest and this one."
He shrugged as though the proposal were perfectly reasonable. "It isn’t even that much work. We’d only have to do it twice a day." He smiled a little wider. "That alone would earn enough Forbidden Points for two batches of potions."
It was, admittedly, a pretty weak argument.
But judging by the way Zerena had gone quiet, Max could tell she’d started considering it anyway.
Having finished cleaning her legs, thighs, and the rest of her thoroughly, Max moved his hands over her stomach while she remained lost in thought.
*’Two times a day does sound like less work...’*
That was the part she couldn’t really argue with.
They’d already spent hours completing the various System acts just to earn enough Forbidden Points for a couple of batches of potions.
If they could combine two acts and finish everything in under an hour, then...
She couldn’t deny the efficiency. Of course, the quests themselves were considerably more disgusting than the previous ones. But the math still made sense.
*’But sucking him off?’* That was where Zerena’s thoughts got stuck. It wasn’t that she wasn’t disgusted. She absolutely was.
But that wasn’t really the problem anymore. She’d already swallowed his semen. Compared to that, how much worse could it really be to deal with the thing that had produced it in the first place?
The main problem was its size.
That was what actually scared Zerena.
Even if she somehow managed to fit the head inside her mouth, she had serious doubts about whether her jaw would survive the experience. The thought alone was enough to make her reconsider the entire plan.
"I’ll think about it in the morning," she finally said. "Let’s just sleep. I’m too tired after all that moving around, and I haven’t eaten a single grain of food today."
She turned around, but she didn’t exactly move away from Max.
Partly because, by now, staying pressed against him had somehow become normal.
Mostly because the shower area simply wasn’t large enough for them to stand apart and still both remain under the water.
So they stayed there, shoulder to shoulder and back to chest, letting the warm water run over them.
It was almost impressive how Zerena could take something completely absurd and somehow find a practical reason for why it had to happen.
Then again...
Once someone had already spent hours bending their dignity around a ridiculous System, perhaps the ability to make questionable decisions sound reasonable was simply another skill that came with the territory.
"So, for that, let’s order something in..." Zerena said.
Max almost made a comment about whether she really needed more food after how much of his semen she’d already consumed tonight.
He wisely kept his mouth shut
Considering the look Zerena had been giving him lately, he was fairly certain that joke would’ve earned him another red cheek—or possibly something considerably worse.
"What do you want to eat?" Max asked instead.
Zerena had already started walking away from the shower area.
Max stayed under the cold water for another few seconds before finally reaching over and turning it off.
"Some spicy grilled fish sounds nice, with some rice... don’t you think?" Zerena replied.
"Sounds good."
Max hurried over to dry himself while Zerena focused on drying her hair. Once she was satisfied, she wrapped it up in another dry towel, securing it around her head.
By then, Max had grabbed another towel from the pile she’d recently bought and started drying the rest of himself.
Max started with her breasts, but before drying them, he went for her armpits and back first. Once those were dry, he moved forward again, gently lifting and fondling her breasts as he worked the towel around them until they were dry.
"Order mine with a tangy flavor," he answered. "A little spicy, but not too much..."
His attention shifted to her waist and stomach, carefully drying them before moving down to her legs.
"Spicy food just burns your mouth," he continued. "The tangy kind still has a bit of heat, but it actually gives you some flavor."
Finally, he moved the towel toward her bush, gently drying the remaining moisture.
The fresh scent of soap became noticeably stronger as he worked around her bush. Max paused for a moment, taking a closer look as the clean scent filled his nose.
Zerena was already imagining the dish in her mouth as Max spoke.
"It does sound better with a tangy flavor... Let’s order some."
She glanced down—
And immediately froze.
Max was staring directly at her bush.
Her expression hardened.
"Don’t you already have enough?" she snapped. "Stop being such a pervert."
She reached out and pushed his forehead back with one finger.
Max stumbled backward, landing on his butt with a small *thud*. Thankfully, he’d still been sitting, so the fall was more embarrassing than painful.
He looked up at her with an unapologetic smirk.
"I just wanted to take a closer look," he said. "I didn’t get one today..."
Zerena didn’t know what to say to that. Why did he even need a closer look? And why did he seem to need one every single day? She already knew the answer, of course.
There was no complicated reason behind it.
Max was simply, thoroughly, and apparently permanently, a pervert.
At some point, she’d stopped wondering whether he’d become one because of everything they’d done together.
These days, she was beginning to suspect he’d always been one.
Slightly amused by his shamelessness, Zerena leaned back and stepped closer while Max was still sitting on the floor.
She stopped just in front of him, close enough that he could catch her scent.
Max’s eyes immediately drifted downward.
"Then take your look," Zerena said, sounding more amused than annoyed. "You won’t get another one until tomorrow night."
Max’s ears practically ignored her last sentence.
The fact that Zerena was actually allowing him to look at her vagina was more than enough to block out everything else she’d said.
He immediately leaned closer, taking in the sight of her wet bush, the damp strands clinging against her crotch. Beneath it, her slightly flower-like folds were visible, still wet and gently spread.
He kept touching her, and the sensation was surprisingly different from when his penis brushed against her. With his penis, his thoughts were much simpler—he just wanted to push inside and feel the warmth within her. But with his fingers, it felt more intimate somehow. He could take his time, tracing the soft, velvety surface and appreciating every little detail instead of simply focusing on the feeling of being inside.
He could feel her pubic hair beneath his fingers more clearly now, along with the soft skin surrounding it. There was something strangely intimate about being able to explore her like this with his hands. He even found himself wondering what it would be like to explore her with his mouth.
When he moved his fingers closer and gently parted her folds, Zerena didn’t stop him. She simply watched, her expression noticeably calmer than he expected.
For once, she didn’t seem particularly embarrassed by his curiosity.