Chapter 113: One Liter of Trouble (R-18)
Her expression turned increasingly annoyed.
Without saying a word, Zerena lifted her hand and gave it a cautious sniff.
The scent was stronger now—a much more concentrated version of what had already been lingering around the room. Unfortunately, her body had apparently decided that was useful information.
The stronger scent only made her more aware of what had happened, and a faint heat began building between her thighs.
’Seriously?’
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, clearly regretting every decision that had led her to this particular moment.
Then, with an annoyed sigh, she stuck out her tongue and gave her palm a long lick, scraping away the semen coating her skin. She ran her tongue across her fingers as well, cleaning off the sticky residue one by one.
Max watched without saying a word.
His previously limp penis began hardening again.
The slimy taste made Zerena gag slightly at first.
It was strange—distinctive, mildly fruity, and carrying a stronger version of the same salty scent that had already filled the room.
She’d expected it to be completely revolting.
Instead...
It was more like one of those dishes that looked absolutely disgusting when you first saw it, only to turn out surprisingly edible once you actually tried it.
Still, she’d already started, so she decided she might as well finish.
She continued licking the residue from her palm and fingers, cleaning them thoroughly until there was hardly anything left.
When she finally lowered her hand, Max immediately spoke.
"Try tasting some more..."
Zerena paused.
’More from where?’
Her eyes dropped toward her thighs.
A fair amount of the mess was still there.
With an annoyed sigh, she ran her fingers across her inner thighs, gathering the remaining semen onto them.
She looked down at the sticky mess coating her fingertips and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
"If this doesn’t work, then I honestly don’t know what else could possibly be more disgusting or perverted..."
She didn’t say the second thought aloud.
’And I really don’t want to find out.’
With her eyes squeezed shut, Zerena reluctantly brought her fingers to her mouth and cleaned away the remaining mess.
Finally, Zerena heard Max’s excited voice.
"It worked!"
He sounded so genuinely thrilled that Zerena immediately opened her eyes.
And this time, Max wasn’t exaggerating.
A new System quest had actually appeared.
Zerena froze, her two fingers still between her lips, her expression shifting from embarrassment to stunned disbelief.
"It... did?"
"Yeah..." Max replied, already reading through the new quest with a grin that was becoming increasingly difficult to hide.
Another ridiculous quest had officially been born.
[Forbidden Act: The Milliliter Milestone]
[Target: Zerena Falkner]
[Description: Make the target swallow your semen.]
[Reward: 50 Forbidden Points per milliliter consumed. If the target consumes more than 1 liter during the duration of the act, an additional reward will be granted.]
[Time limit : 7 days]
[System Bonus: Reward doubled due to the Host’s close relationship with the target.]
"What is it?" Zerena asked, sounding almost as excited as Max.
She had absolutely no idea what she’d just agreed to.
Nor did she realize that, over the next few days, her usual diet might be getting a rather unfortunate addition.
"You have to swallow my semen..." Max announced excitedly.
Zerena’s expression froze.
Max, however, looked absolutely delighted.
"See? I told you!" he continued, grinning from ear to ear. "We just had to do something a little more perverted than the System expected, and it gave us another quest!"
He looked so pleased with himself that Zerena couldn’t help staring at him.
’A little more perverted?’
Max seemed completely oblivious to the deeply annoyed look she was giving him.
Then again...
There wasn’t much point in arguing.
She’d already learned that lesson with the masturbation quest. She’d postponed it for as long as she possibly could, only to end up doing it anyway. All delaying had accomplished was slowing down how many Forbidden Points they could’ve earned in the meantime.
’...No point dragging this out too.’
With a quiet sigh, she wrapped her thighs around his penis again, settling it comfortably between her folds. Her hand naturally found its place around him as well.
Without either of them saying another word, Max started moving again.
Apparently, this had somehow become their normal routine.
Only then did Zerena look back at him.
"How many points?"
Max wasn’t entirely sure how many milliliters he’d actually released. Judging by the amount, though, it had definitely been more than average.
"Probably around a hundred or so each time," he said. "Maybe more. It depends on how much you swallow."
Zerena’s expression immediately soured.
The way he casually said each time made it sound as though she’d just agreed to take up a new hobby.
She stared at him.
"So you’re telling me I have to do this again and again?"
Max shrugged.
"Pretty much."
Zerena’s eye twitched.
He’d only said it twice, but apparently that was enough to make her reconsider every decision that had brought her here.
Instead of arguing, she took a slow breath.
"Fine. Then forget the exact amount."
She looked at him with a tired expression.
"Just tell me how many times you’d have to finish for us to make at least one batch of potions."
Max looked like he was about to say something else, but then he thought better of it.
He didn’t actually need the Forbidden Points badly enough to squeeze every possible reward out of this ridiculous quest.
After a moment, he shrugged.
"Probably three or four times for two batches," he said.
Zerena shifted around until she was facing him.
Then, without ceremony, she caught his penis where it had slipped away from between her thighs and guided it back into place, settling it between her folds again.
"And how many batches can you make in a day now?"
"If we’re talking about the same Minor Healing Potion?" Max answered. "If I worked all day, three batches would be easy."
He paused.
"With the new recipe, probably two."
Zerena nodded slowly, mentally doing the calculations.
Max, meanwhile, leaned closer until their faces were only inches apart. Zerena’s breasts pressed against his chest as they shifted together, while the sticky mixture of their bodily fluids had left both their crotches ridiculously slick.
Every time their bodies pressed together and then separated, thin strings of sticky fluids stretched between them before snapping apart, accompanied by little tacky sounds that were oddly reminiscent of pulling a strip of sticky tape away from a surface.