Chapter 121: Unusual Cleaning Method (R-18)
She moved her breasts faster, the soft flesh making rhythmic slapping sounds as they pressed together around him. The tip of Max’s penis rubbed against the space between her breasts, already leaking precum.
Max leaned back with a low grunt, feeling himself growing harder and hotter with every movement.
Yennefer’s arms were beginning to ache.
’Cum... cum...’ she repeated silently, as though sheer repetition might somehow convince his stubborn body to hurry up.
Then Max’s hips suddenly jerked.
Unfortunately, it happened at exactly the wrong moment.
The head of his penis slipped out from between her breasts, and a strong burst of semen splashed across her chest.
"Fuck..."
Yennefer reacted immediately, pulling her breasts back together and catching him between them before he could make an even bigger mess.
She held him tightly, keeping the pressure around him as another powerful release followed. Max let out a strained grunt, his hips jerking again.
Yennefer kept moving her breasts, watching his expression closely and adjusting her pace whenever she noticed another reaction.
Her arms were already beginning to ache from lifting her big breasts up and down.
’I’ve spent decades building a respectable life...’
Another jerk ran through Max.
’...and this is how I’m spending my morning.’
Somewhere along the way, she’d gone from running a successful herb shop to kneeling between a young man’s legs, using her breasts to catch every drop of his semen
It was warm, messy, and considerably more than Yennefer had expected.
When she finally separated her breasts, thin strings stretched between them before breaking, while most of the mess remained smeared across her skin and slowly trailed down from the upper part of her chest.
Yennefer stared at herself for a moment, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
She wiped at the mess with one finger, then looked back at Max.
"How the hell do you cum this much?"
"I just do..." Max said casually.
Of course, he wasn’t about to explain the real reason.
He couldn’t exactly tell Yennefer that the System had an option for increasing his semen production. And even if he admitted he had a System, he certainly wasn’t going to volunteer that particular feature.
Some secrets were better left buried.
Max casually rubbed the remaining mess across her breasts before looking at her.
"Now, can you clean it off?"
Yennefer nodded.
She’d already prepared a tissues for exactly this sort of disaster.
But before she could reach for it, Max stopped her.
"No."
Yennefer looked at him.
Max grinned.
"Lick it off and swallow. That way I can get hard again faster."
Yennefer looked down at Max’s limp penis resting against her breasts and gave him an irritated glare.
’The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can get back to my actual life.’
With that thought, she wrapped a hand around him and began stroking, earning a quiet moan from Max.
At the same time, she gathered her breasts together with her other hand and cleaned away as much of the remaining mess as she could, swallowing it despite the obvious disgust written across her face.
Max watched her for a moment.
The sight of Yennefer cleaning the mess from her own breasts while simultaneously helping him recover was strange enough that even he found himself impressed.
For the remaining semen, Yennefer used his penis to gather it from her skin, rubbing him against the mess left near her nipple and then across her upper chest.
Once she’d collected as much as she could, she cleaned it from him herself.
Max watched closely as her plump lips closed around him, creating a tight seal with each movement. Her tongue followed, scraping away the remaining traces clinging to the shaft before she pulled back and swallowed.
By the time Yennefer was finally done, Max was hard again, his body apparently having decided that the previous round had been nothing more than a brief intermission.
Judging by how far she’d already pushed him, she might even have brought him halfway toward another orgasm.
With her chest finally cleaned off, Yennefer looked down at him before giving him a satisfied smile.
"Now don’t you dare force it down my throat again..." she warned.
Her hand closed firmly around him as she glared at him, her eyes fixed on the unusually wide head of his penis.
She’d already stretched her mouth enough while cleaning the remaining semen, so taking him again probably wouldn’t be much of a problem.
"Or I bite it off..." she warned, tightening her grip slightly.
"But I can’t cum if you don’t take it deep..." Max said, a hint of genuine concern entering his voice.
He hadn’t come here just for the breast job. That had been a pleasant bonus.
What he really wanted was to experience that tight throat again.
Yennefer nodded.
"I will. Just don’t force it down my throat."
She leaned closer, bringing her lips against him before giving him another slow, deliberate kiss. Her tongue curled around the tip, teasing it for a moment as she adjusted herself.
Max watched her closely.
This time, at least, she was cooperating without him having to turn her head into a damn piston.
He watched as she continued, one of her brown, slender hands holding his penis firmly near the shaft while the other worked around it.
Her hands were somewhat large, but Max couldn’t deny they were beautiful—soft-looking, elegant, and surprisingly gentle despite the situation.
For now, only part of him was inside her mouth.
The rest remained in her hand, which continued stroking him steadily as she gradually guided him deeper.
She’d only managed to take in about a quarter of him, yet Max could already feel the pressure against the back of her throat.
Yennefer’s hands tightened around him as she stubbornly kept trying, clearly refusing to admit defeat.
He watched her struggle with it, her long eyelashes fluttering as her eyes rolled upward. Her beautiful face had stretched into an expression that Yennefer would probably have preferred nobody in the world ever photograph.