Chapter 64: My Daily Quests Has Become Her Daily Job (R-18)
Unfortunately for Max, his own cowardice had come back to haunt him.
The cool air from the air conditioner brushed against the exposed, overly sensitive skin, sending an involuntary shiver through his body.
Even so...
It wasn’t nearly enough to make Zerena do anything beyond what she was already doing.
She continued kissing him, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest while her hand maintained its slow, steady rhythm.
His arm remained wrapped securely around her waist, holding her close.
Not because he thought she’d pull away.
But because, after everything they’d already been through that morning, he had absolutely no intention of leaving even the smallest chance for her to slip free before he finally reached orgasm.
By now, Max knew he wouldn’t have to hold out much longer.
After waking up hard and somehow staying that way through the entire morning, it was honestly a miracle he hadn’t had one of the embarrassingly vivid dreams his previous life had been infamous for producing.
His body had long since reached its limit.
Almost instinctively, he tightened the arm around Zerena’s waist, holding her a little closer. His other hand left her buttocks, drifting upward until it settled once more on her breast, gently kneading the soft warmth pressed against his chest as their kiss deepened.
His hips gave a small, involuntary jerk.
Zerena noticed immediately.
After everything she’d already done for him earlier, she’d become surprisingly familiar with the subtle signs that he was getting close. Feeling the familiar increase in firmness beneath her hand, she quietly quickened her pace, determined to finish the task before it dragged on any longer.
A muffled sound escaped her lips, swallowed by the kiss.
At this point, she had long since given up worrying about how undignified the situation looked.
Right now, her only goal was simple.
Finish the task.
The sooner it ended, the sooner they could both get on with brewing another batch of potions.
Unfortunately for Max, he wasn’t exactly a quick shot.
Even after everything that had already happened that morning, it still took another half minute of increasingly impatient effort before he finally let out a low grunt.
The familiar warmth spilled into the pair of ordinary blue cotton panties Zerena had wrapped around him, the pale fabric darkening noticeably as it absorbed yet another casualty of the day’s "potion production budget."
Zerena didn’t stop immediately.
Experience from the last few attempts had already taught her that stopping too early usually earned her an annoyed look and another minute of work. So she kept her hand moving through the fading tremors, only slowing once the shivering running through his body gradually subsided.
Feeling him finally begin to soften, she gave him one last firm squeeze, coaxing out the last stubborn remnants before deciding he’d officially run out of ammunition.
Only then did she finally pull her tongue away from his mouth.
A satisfied smile spread across her face.
"There," Zerena said, sounding almost smug. "See? That wasn’t so bad. Quick and easy."
Max wasn’t entirely sure what answer she was expecting.
He couldn’t quite figure out where she was going with the question.
Still...
He had enjoyed himself.
So he gave a small, satisfied nod.
Zerena watched him for a moment before letting out a quiet hum.
"Then from now on," she said matter-of-factly, "don’t go taking care of it by yourself."
She looked him straight in the eyes.
"If it’s for the system tasks..."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"...just wait for me instead, alright?"
Max gave an obedient nod.
Only after she was satisfied did Zerena finally release him, giving one last absentminded squeeze before pulling the now thoroughly ruined panties away.
She barely seemed to notice that her fingers had ended up just as messy as the fabric.
Standing up, she let out a quiet sigh.
"...What about after this task ends?" Max asked.
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
Even he knew it was a reckless question.
Just because she’d reluctantly agreed to help him for the system didn’t mean she was volunteering to make it a permanent service.
To his surprise, Zerena didn’t look offended.
If anything...
She looked faintly amused.
While untangling the blue cotton panties from her fingers, she shook her head.
"By now, your ridiculous perverted system has copied enough of those nerdy novels and comics that I can practically predict it," she said dryly.
"I’d bet my potion business it’ll just come up with another excuse to make me miserably stroke your penis."
She glanced at him, one eyebrow rising.
"So don’t start acting like this was some limited-time event."
After a brief pause, she added with a weary sigh,
"At this rate, your system isn’t assigning tasks anymore. It’s just inventing increasingly shameless excuses to make me do perverted vile things...’
Max couldn’t help chuckling.
His eyes, meanwhile, for what had to be the hundredth time, tried sneaking another glimpse between Zerena’s legs.
No luck.
From behind, everything remained stubbornly hidden between her fat thighs and the generous curve of her butt. From the front...
There was the dense, overgrown bush.
It stood there like the world’s most overqualified security guard, determined to ensure he never got so much as a free preview.
Not that Max minded it.
Quite the opposite.
If anything, it only made him increasingly curious about what it was hiding. More than once, he’d caught himself wondering what it would feel like to run his fingers through it.
Unfortunately...
Curiosity remained unemployed.
Common sense had already informed it that applying for that particular position would most likely result in immediate termination.
Meanwhile, Zerena walked over to the washbasin outside the bathroom, tossing the thoroughly abused panties aside before washing her hands.
"How long do I have to wear them before they count again?" she asked, scrubbing away the last traces of the morning’s rather questionable productivity.
Max got to his feet as well.
Just like her, he still hadn’t bothered putting on any clothes.
Grabbing his toothbrush from beside the sink, he squeezed toothpaste onto it before answering honestly for once.
"About three hours."
He stepped into the bathroom as Zerena leaned over the sink, splashing cool water across her face.