Chapter 54: Ways to use panties? (R-18)
She fell silent again.
Her gaze slowly drifted downward toward the black lace covering her hips, her teeth catching her lower lip as frustration quietly settled in.
Honestly...
She didn’t have much of a problem with the panties task itself.
Compared to everything else she’d already endured over the past week, using her panties to help Max reach an orgasm barely even registered as the strangest thing the system had demanded anymore.
The real problem was efficiency.
Even if they devoted the entire day to it, they could probably manage the task only five times before running into the requirement that the panties had to be worn for several hours first.
Unless...
They started setting alarms every few hours just to repeat it.
The thought alone sounded exhausting.
The other task, however...
That was an entirely different matter.
She really didn’t want to masturbate in front of Max.
Not simply because he would be watching.
The truth was, she hadn’t even masturbated by herself in years.
Somewhere along the way, she’d quietly lost any real desire for that sort of pleasure. Life had gradually replaced those thoughts with work, responsibilities, and the endless pursuit of making enough money to keep moving forward.
Eventually...
The desire itself had simply faded away.
Which left her with another, rather awkward concern.
She wasn’t even sure she still could.
Orgasm.
The possibility felt strangely distant now, almost like trying to remember something she’d once known years ago but had long since forgotten.
She let the silence linger, her thoughts circling the problem from every angle.
’Sigh’ *’I’ll think about it tomorrow...’*
That seemed like the sensible choice.
Then she remembered the system’s condition.
The panties had to be worn for several hours before they counted.
She glanced down at the pair she was already wearing.
Throwing away those hours simply because she wanted to postpone the task suddenly felt... wasteful.
Zerena let out a quiet sigh.
"Let’s do the panties one for now," she said.
Even now, she deliberately chose the least vulgar wording she could manage, stubbornly trying to keep the conversation sounding as ordinary as possible. If she avoided saying the embarrassing parts out loud, perhaps she could still pretend there were a few lines left uncrossed.
Or perhaps...
She simply didn’t want Max to lose what little respect he still had for her.
Looking back at him, she asked quietly,
"I just need to use the panties I’m wearing to make you orgasm... right?"
Max gave a small nod.
For once, his hands remained where they were instead of wandering toward her.
Zerena shifted backward onto the bed, drawing one leg up beneath her as she settled herself.
Then she looked at him again.
"...How?" she asked.
Max had far more answers to that question than he probably should’ve.
She could use the panties to stroke his penis, she could press them over it while doing the same. He could even rub himself against them while she was still wearing them. His brain produced options with alarming efficiency.
Fortunately...
The survival-oriented part of it finally spoke up.
Suggesting any of those out loud felt like an excellent way to earn the permanent title of **pervert**.
So Max simply shook his head.
"I... don’t know," he admitted. "Should we search the web?"
Zerena pinched the bridge of her nose before letting out a weary sigh.
"Please find the least disgusting one..."
Max’s preferences leaned in the exact opposite direction.
Had she not been sitting right beside him, watching his screen, his search history would’ve taken a considerably more adventurous route.
Instead, he reluctantly settled for something that looked almost respectable.
"Ways to use panties to make a man orgasm?"
He made sure to specify *man*.
This world was remarkably open-minded about all sorts of relationships, and Max wasn’t particularly interested in confusing the search engine.
The results appeared almost instantly.
Several methods filled the screen.
Max and Zerena stared at them in silence.
Neither of them looked especially eager to start reading.
Just as Max had expected, nearly every result revolved around the same basic idea.
Using the panties to stroke him.
A few suggestions went even further, recommending that he rub against them while Zerena was still wearing them.
Max quietly scrolled past those.
Beside him, Zerena skimmed the list with a steadily worsening expression before finally pointing at one of the simpler entries.
"This one..." she said after a long pause. "Using my panties... is probably the least embarrassing."
Another sigh escaped her.
"Let’s just do that."
Without waiting for an answer, she shifted farther back onto the bed.
Trying not to overthink what she was doing, she lifted her hips slightly and, after only a few awkward moments, slipped off the black lace panties she’d been wearing.
Max’s eyes immediately wandered in their direction.
He tried—unsuccessfully—to steal a better look before she quickly pressed her thighs together, instinctively denying him any clear view.
All he managed to glimpse was a fleeting hint before she hid herself again.
It wasn’t much.
But it was enough to make his imagination work overtime.
Meanwhile, Zerena immediately folded the panties into her hands, deliberately avoiding looking at them herself.
She had no desire to think about how much evidence the last several days had left behind.
She’d been a little surprised the first time she’d realized it herself.
Somehow, these ridiculous daily routines had started leaving her... wet.
Not much.
Just enough that she’d quietly dismissed it as nothing more than sweat and refused to think about it any further.
The explanation was convenient.
So she stuck with it.
Still...
Convenient or not, she had absolutely no intention of letting Max discover it.
Clutching the black lace panties a little tighter, she deliberately kept them folded so he couldn’t get a proper look.
"Just..." she muttered, looking everywhere except at him. "Take it out already."
Her voice carried more embarrassment than annoyance now.
"Let’s get this over with so we can go to sleep."