Chapter 118: A Very Hands-On Deal (R-18)
Max couldn’t help looking a little surprised as he walked farther into the property.
Even though the smaller building sat only a few meters away from the main house, there was still enough open space between them to comfortably park two cars. Judging by the empty area, they had simply chosen to keep the vehicles elsewhere.
The property was considerably larger than Max had expected.
*’Damn... Yennefer’s richer than I thought.’*
For someone who ran an herb shop, this was far more than an ordinary home.
It was the kind of place only a genuinely wealthy family could afford.
Max had almost expected to find a few maids waiting for him.
Instead, the only person standing at the entrance was Yennefer, who was already looking noticeably annoyed before he’d even reached the door.
A grin spread across Max’s face.
"So..." he said, glancing around the estate before looking back at her. "Why didn’t you tell me you were this rich?"
He genuinely sounded curious.
The way Yennefer had bargained over every last unit made him assume she was simply a little wealthier than the average person.
This, however...
This wasn’t *a little* wealthy.
Between the enormous house, the spacious gardens, and the size of the entire estate, Max found himself seriously reconsidering just how much money the Emyr family actually had.
She was wearing a long satin robe, her hair left loose around her shoulders. From the way she looked, Max guessed she’d only finished washing up a few minutes earlier.
"There was no need..." she replied, gesturing for him to follow.
Max stepped inside.
There was no one else in the house.
The interior was just as spacious as the outside suggested. A large living room opened into an equally impressive dining area, while the kitchen was big enough to make the one at Zerena’s laboratory look almost cramped by comparison.
There were several other rooms as well, although Max had no idea what most of them were meant for.
At the back was a wide, open porch with a couple of swings, giving the otherwise imposing house a surprisingly comfortable feel.
Coming from a tiny one-room apartment in his previous life—and living in an even more cramped space in this one—Max couldn’t help being impressed.
The sheer amount of space around him felt almost excessive.
For a moment, he wondered whether he should’ve asked for enough money to build a house like this for himself.
Then again...
What would he even do with a house this big?
He’d probably spend most of his time having sex with women anyway.
*’I’d just end up wondering which room to use next.’*
"I was expecting to see a few maids," Max said as he followed Yennefer up the stairs. "Maybe even a small army of servants."
Yennefer didn’t answer.
As they climbed to the second floor, Max’s attention drifted to the paintings decorating the walls. There were quite a few of them, along with expensive-looking ornaments and carefully arranged furniture.
Strangely...
There wasn’t a single family portrait.
Not one.
That immediately made Max curious about the rest of the Emyr family.
It also made him understand her grandson a little better.
Considering the kind of wealth he’d grown up surrounded by, it suddenly wasn’t surprising that Yennefer had been so determined to push him into working at the herb shop.
If Max had grown up in a house like this...
He probably wouldn’t have been in much of a hurry to work either.
"There are some," Yennefer said. "But they only come when everyone is home."
She led him farther down the hallway before opening the door to one of the rooms.
Max stepped inside and immediately looked around.
There wasn’t much that suggested someone actually lived here.
The bed was neatly made, everything was clean and in its proper place, and the room had all the necessities. But it lacked the small personal touches he’d expected—the little belongings, decorations, or signs that someone regularly called the room their own.
"This isn’t your room, right?" Max asked, glancing around with a smirk.
"Why do you care?" Yennefer asked, sounding annoyed as she closed the door behind them. "You just want to fuck me, right?"
She gestured around the room.
"This room is good enough for that."
Max had no complaints about the arrangement.
He stepped closer and reached for her breasts, his fingers brushing over the smooth satin robe. The fabric shifted slightly beneath his touch, and he immediately noticed the warmth and softness underneath.
"Did you wash up for me?" he asked with a smirk.
Yennefer’s expression turned annoyed.
"I was getting ready to leave for work when you called and made me stay home."
"Who said you’re not working?" Max asked, his grin widening.
He gave her a knowing look.
"At the shop, you sell things for money."
He leaned closer.
"Here, you’re just selling yourself for a better future."
That immediately angered Yennefer.
She slapped his hands away from her breasts and glared at him.
"Don’t treat me like some prostitute..."
Max only smirked.
He’d already learned something about women like Zerena and Yennefer: proud women absolutely hated being treated as though their bodies were simply another commodity.
And despite knowing that...
He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed seeing that glare.
Not because he genuinely thought of them as prostitutes, but because he knew exactly how much their pride hated the comparison. They had both ended up in situations where they couldn’t simply walk away from the arrangement, and Max couldn’t help finding their frustrated expressions amusing.
A normal prostitute could refuse a customer.
Yennefer couldn’t simply refuse him without giving up something she desperately wanted for her family’s future.
That difference was precisely what made her glare at him so furiously.
That kind of thinking was probably enough to earn Max a one-way ticket to hell after he died.
Then again...
He’d already died once.
And with magic, the System, and everything else he’d gained in this life, Max had a feeling that even death wouldn’t be enough to keep him down for long.
Who knew?
Maybe he’d eventually become the ruler of hell himself and start causing trouble there too. Whether he’d end up dealing with the wives of some underworld deity—or something even stranger—would depend entirely on which god happened to rule the underworld of this world.
For now, however, he had more immediate concerns.
"I don’t have much time," Yennefer said with a tired sigh. "Alfred will start getting suspicious if I don’t show up at the shop. So let’s get this over with..."
She turned around and made sure the door was properly locked before facing Max again.
He was still standing there with that irritating smirk on his face.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, already beginning to loosen her robe. "Take your clothes off."
"Help me..." Max said.
Instead of immediately undressing, he simply took off his shoes and socks before stretching his arms above his head.
As he’d expected, when Yennefer’s satin robe finally slipped from her shoulders, she was almost completely naked underneath.
She was still wearing a pair of lace panties that hugged her shapely brown hips, the fabric fitting snugly against her curves.
Compared to Zerena, Yennefer’s body was more toned and athletic. Her stomach was flatter, with faint outlines of muscle visible beneath the skin, while her waist carried less of Zerena’s pronounced softness.
That didn’t make her any less curvy, though.
Her thighs were wide and firm, with a noticeably stronger, more athletic appearance that suited the rest of her body.
Max couldn’t help taking a moment to appreciate the difference.
Zerena was soft and voluptuous.
Yennefer was curvier in a more toned, mature way.
Her breasts were just as magnificent as Max remembered from the previous day.
If anything, seeing her entire upper body exposed made them look even more impressive.
Yennefer, however, looked far less impressed.
With an annoyed expression, she walked toward him and reached for his shirt.
"Even if you’re making me do this so forcefully," she muttered, "haven’t you ever heard of turning a woman on before having sex? Because this approach doesn’t turn anyone on. It’ll make her lose whatever tiny bit of arousal she had left."
Max had heard of foreplay.
And, as far as he was concerned, there was supposed to be more than one way of getting someone worked up.
"I have..." he replied.
As Yennefer pulled his shirt off, however, she immediately caught the scent of his body.
He’d taken a bath and drowned himself in body spray before leaving, but after running all the way here, the lingering scent had mixed with his sweat. The unexpected combination reached her nose.
Her nipples immediately hardened.
Yennefer noticed.
She also decided she absolutely wasn’t going to acknowledge it.
"But that only applies to women I actually want to have sex with," Max continued.
As she pushed his joggers down, he gave her a shameless grin.
"With you, I’m just here to dump some cum."
Yennefer’s expression went completely flat.
*’This bastard really knows how to ruin a mood.’*
Max, meanwhile, looked entirely satisfied with himself.
Insulting the woman he was about to sleep with counted as his version of foreplay.
That only annoyed Yennefer more.
She grabbed the waistband of his joggers and shoved them down with considerably more force than necessary.
Unfortunately, that turned out to be a mistake.
Max’s hard penis sprang free, snapping upward and striking against her lower body.
Yennefer froze for a moment, startled by the sudden movement.
Her first reaction was disgust.
Her second was amusement.
She reached down without hesitation, wrapped her hand around him, and gave him a slow stroke.
An amused smile appeared on her face as she looked directly into Max’s eyes.
"This excitement of yours is telling me something very different..." she said.
Her fingers continued moving as she leaned closer, deliberately rubbing her breasts against his chest.
"It seems like it came here intending to do a little more than just dump some cum..."