Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Yennefer pushed Max back and hurriedly tucked her breasts into her dress again.

"Then don’t be an asshole," she said. "Call first."

She turned before Max could find another excuse to stop her. "And don’t just come dropping like a asshole by whenever you feel like it."

Max didn’t have any complaints. He nodded and followed after her. "I will." As he caught up, his hand briefly landed on her butt, giving it a quick squeeze before he added, "But I won’t tolerate any excuses either, so make sure you’re available."

The two of them suddenly stopped halfway down the stairs. Alfred was standing downstairs, staring at them with an unmistakably surprised expression. Yennefer, meanwhile, looked noticeably nervous.

"What were you doing up there, Grandma?" Alfred asked.

Max’s hands were still resting on Yennefer’s butt. She shifted awkwardly, trying to free herself without making the situation any more obvious, but Max seemed perfectly comfortable letting her struggle.

When Yennefer failed to come up with an excuse, Max simply stepped in. "She was just showing me some herbs," he said casually. He finally let go and continued down the stairs as though nothing unusual had happened.

Then he glanced toward Alfred.

"Did you pack the usual ones?" he asked.

"I did," Alfie said, holding up the bag in his hands.

Max took it from him with a nod.

"Thanks."

He then turned toward Yennefer, who was still standing on the stairs.

"And Mrs. Emyr remembers the herbs I asked you for. Please have them ready as soon as you can, or it’ll cause quite a bit of trouble."

With that, he left without waiting for a response.

Yennefer remained on the stairs, staring after him with an expression that was equal parts annoyance and hatred.

Unfortunately, her body hadn’t quite forgotten what had happened upstairs.

Her throat still felt sore, his scent seemed to linger in her nose, and the taste of his semen hadn’t completely left her mouth.

It was irritating enough that she found herself swallowing more often than usual.

"Alfie," she called, finally turning toward him. "Bring me some warm water. My throat feels sore."

Meanwhile, outside the shop, Max had already pulled up the system screen again.

[System Act Targets]

[Zerena]

[Rewards are doubled due to her close relationship with the Host.]

There wasn’t much information listed for Zerena.

For Yennefer, there was even less.

But Max was far more interested in hers.

[Yennefer]

[Withdrawal Meter: 0%]

[Palate Corruption: 2%]

Two new gauges had appeared.

Max could already guess what they were measuring.

The last time he’d invested in his penis, he’d unlocked an ability that gave his semen addictive properties. So the Palate Corruption gauge was probably measuring how dependent someone had become on it.

The Withdrawal Meter didn’t exactly need much explaining either.

If someone became addicted, there would naturally be withdrawal.

And if Max wanted that meter to increase, he’d have to corrupt Yennefer’s palate even further.

A lot further.

After all, he’d once been an addict himself.

He knew better than most how quickly something could turn from a simple habit into something a person started craving.

What kind of addict he had once been, Max preferred to keep that little detail to himself.

Still, anyone looking at his obsession with sex and all the perverted nonsense he got involved in probably wouldn’t need much help guessing. Hoping the same two gauges would eventually appear for Zerena, Max hurried home.

He was greeted by Zerena’s scowling face the moment he walked through the door. "What took you so long?" she asked shortly, wearing one of her usual loose shirts.

Fortunately, Max had already prepared an excuse. He lifted the extra shopping bag in his hand. "Remember those panties of yours I ruined?" He handed her the bag. "I bought you a few new ones." Zerena took the bag, her expression immediately brightening as she looked inside.

Then she glanced back at him.

"Where did you get the money from?"

"I had some saved up..." Max said, not dwelling on it.

He’d already told Zerena he’d been saving money to buy the potion ingredients. Since she’d ended up buying them herself, he’d simply had some money left over.

Simple.

At least, that was the explanation.

Max knew better than to underestimate Zerena’s curiosity. She was cautious, suspicious, and far too good at asking questions he hadn’t prepared for.

So whenever possible, it was better to have an answer ready before she asked.

Otherwise, one harmless question somehow turned into five more.

Zerena placed the shopping bag on the table and glanced at him.

"Hopefully the system doesn’t give you another task that involves ruining these again."

Max gave a small shrug.

Then she looked back at him.

"You bought all the herbs, right?"

"I did. Enough for two batches of Minor Healing Potions and one batch of Bone Regenerating Potion," Max said, unable to hide his excitement.

After nearly a month of making the same damn potion over and over, he was finally getting to brew something different. It was still related to healing, but Bone Regenerating Potion was a completely different beast from the Minor Healing Potion.

For once, his cauldron was getting something other than the magical equivalent of the same meal every day. "Good. And how many points do you have left?" Zerena asked.

She casually pulled a set of washable bedsheets from the basket she’d bought and began sorting them.

She’d been doing this since yesterday, and Max, being the easily trained horn dog that he was, had already learned to recognize it as a sign that they were about to earn more system points.

His body, unfortunately, had apparently learned the lesson even faster.

"We managed to earn some extra yesterday," Max said, trying to sound casual, "but not enough for another batch of potions..."

"Then let’s aim for at least three," Zerena replied as she continued making the bed, carefully tucking the sheets into place. "We still have until tonight, right? Before the quests expire?"

Max nodded as he pulled off his shirt.

"Yeah. Both of them expire tonight," he said, a grin already creeping across his face. "Let’s just hope the system gives us some new ones before then."

He hesitated for a moment before asking,

"Would you be up for the masturbation one today? It should be pretty easy to earn enough points if we do that."

Zerena finished tucking in the sheets and let out a tired sigh.

"I really don’t want to," she admitted, "but I suppose we’ll have to."

She climbed onto the bed and patted the space in front of her, gesturing for Max to sit down.

"I’ve arranged a meeting with the Brigade Commander. I want to personally deliver those A-rank potions and see if we can get access to better recipes and possibly an army contract."

Max sat down as she continued.

"That way, we’ll officially become their backers of sorts. Right now, we’re only selling them potions."

She paused, then smiled.

"Once we’re officially connected to them, they’ll have an obligation to protect us and give us more leeway when we’re doing things."

That last part came with a noticeably wider smile.

Max couldn’t help noticing that whenever Zerena talked about having more leeway, she sounded like a woman who had already thought of several questionable ways to use it.

"What sort of leeway?" Max asked as he settled into the position she’d told him to take behind her. With Zerena leaning back against him, Max already knew what that meant.

He was allowed to do pretty much whatever he wanted. Naturally, his hand immediately went for her breasts, though her shirt was still in the way. "The sort where we can get into places we’re normally not allowed?" Zerena answered with a wide smile. "Access things ordinary people can’t?"

She paused.

"Hard-to-find magic and rune books... things like that." As she spoke, she shifted forward and took off her shirt. Max’s attention immediately settled on her exposed curvy back.

Apparently, his hands weren’t the only part of him with a terrible sense of priorities.

He leaned forward and quickly pressed his mouth against her back.

"...Ngh!"

Zerena’s body curled slightly from the sudden sensation.

"Not so hard..." she muttered.

Max had barely recovered from receiving the first blowjob of his life from Yennefer, and apparently his brain had decided that was more than enough reason to abandon every sensible thought he possessed.

The lust had gone straight to his head.

His mouth found Zerena’s shoulder again, noticeably more enthusiastically this time, while his hands continued fondling her bare breasts.

"Why are you being so rough from the start?" Zerena asked through another moan.

She reached back and caught his face, pulling him away from her neck.

"At least let me take my clothes off first..."

Her voice came dangerously close to sounding pleading.

Then again, considering the number of moans escaping between her words, Max wasn’t entirely convinced she was in a position to complain about how she sounded.