Chapter 72: One More Won’t Hurt (R-18)
His tongue gave only a brief lick at first.
Still dazed from her orgasm, Zerena barely reacted. It felt no different from what he’d been doing moments earlier.
Then his tongue pushed a little deeper.
Her eyes flew open.
"W-What are you doing?"
Her voice came out breathless as both hands, still tangled in his hair, finally pushed against his head for the first time since the task had begun.
Max looked up only long enough to answer.
"...The task isn’t over yet."
Before she could stop him again, he immediately returned to what he had been doing.
Zerena’s back arched as another helpless moan escaped her lips.
"...Nnghh..."
She threw her head back, struggling to gather enough breath to finish her sentence.
"I... I don’t mean that..."
Unfortunately for Zerena, Max had already returned to the spot he’d been paying suspiciously close attention to before.
The denser patch of hair near the top.
The same place he’d stubbornly focused on earlier until she’d ended up orgasming.
This time, however, he made an unexpected discovery.
Hidden beneath it was a small, firm spot that reacted far more strongly than everything around it.
His eyes lit up.
’...Well, that explains a few things,
Like any man who had just accidentally stumbled onto a cheat code, Max immediately did the one thing common sense advised against.
He kept going.
His tongue returned to that same spot again, far more pleased with his discovery than any reasonable person had a right to be.
’...Found it.’
Like a researcher accidentally stumbling across the correct answer on the first experiment, Max immediately abandoned any remaining interest in moderation.
Instead, he began searching for more of those little sweet spots with growing enthusiasm, his thoughts already racing ahead.
’One more probably won’t hurt...’
After all...
The first one had already happened.
Zerena never even managed to finish whatever she had been about to say.
Her thighs immediately tensed around his head, tightening with surprising force as her back arched off the bed. She instinctively pushed her head deeper into the pillow, her chest lifting sharply with a broken gasp.
"Nnghh...!"
’No... no...!’
Panic flashed through her thoughts.
’I have to stop him...’
The frightening urgency she’d only just escaped came rushing back almost immediately.
Only this time...
It was climbing far faster than before.
’At this rate... I’m gonna cum again...’
She forced herself to look down, peering between the rise of her own breasts.
Max, meanwhile, looked completely absorbed in his work.
The level of concentration on his face would’ve been admirable if it had been directed toward literally anything else.
A flicker of hesitation crossed her tearful eyes.
’...But what about the task?’
The thought surfaced almost immediately.
She didn’t want it to fail now.
Not after everything that had already happened.
She’d already surrendered far more of her dignity than she’d ever imagined possible, climaxing from the mouth of a man far younger than herself.
Worse still...
He wasn’t just a younger man.
He was her step grandson too.
The same Max she’d spent years living under the same roof with.
Back then, there had been days when she’d barely noticed he existed.
Yet in the short time since he’d awakened that ridiculous system, it felt as though he’d managed to visit every inch of her body with his mouth.
First her lips, then her neck, her breasts, her thighs and now even her vagina.
The realization would’ve sounded so absurd a month ago that she’d have laughed at anyone suggesting it.
Now it was simply Tuesday.
She could feel his tongue gliding along the entrance, occasionally pressing forward as though trying to explore a little farther. Judging by the awkward way it kept bumping against her, it was painfully obvious he had absolutely no experience doing this.
Which, strangely enough...
Made it feel less indecent than it probably should have.
Instead of anything skillful, it felt more like someone enthusiastically attempting a practical lesson without ever having read the instructions first.
Not that the results were any less troublesome.
Every clumsy attempt still sent another unwelcome jolt through her body.
Somewhere along the way, Zerena became so caught up in those increasingly dangerous thoughts that she completely forgot why she’d started thinking about any of this in the first place.
At that point, it no longer felt like the most important problem.
Another one had already taken its place.
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Zerena couldn’t see the arousal meter herself.
Even so...
She didn’t need to.
Her body was already telling her exactly what it would have said.
Only a few minutes had passed since Max had begun licking her vagina directly, yet the sensation had returned with alarming speed. It was enough to make her realize just how sensitive she’d become.
For years, she’d quietly assumed growing older simply meant those feelings had faded.
Apparently...
They hadn’t.
They’d merely been sleeping.
What she’d forgotten was everything that had happened over the past week.
Every ridiculous system task had pushed her a little closer to the edge, leaving behind a frustration that had never truly disappeared. Now, even as she tried to fight off the growing pressure building inside her, another part of her understood exactly what would happen if she gave in.
The moment it was over...
The tension would finally disappear.
She’d feel lighter.
Calmer.
More relaxed than she had in days.
And that realization only made resisting it even harder.
As those thoughts circled through her head, the conclusion should’ve been obvious.
She should’ve just let herself orgasm.
The problem was...
It was Max.
Of all people, she was about to climax because of Max.
That stubborn little detail refused to stop bothering her.
Unfortunately, her body had already voted, and it hadn’t bothered asking for her opinion.
Max, meanwhile, seemed to possess an almost unfair talent for stumbling onto exactly the places guaranteed to make her regret every life decision that had led to this moment.
His tongue pushed just a little farther inside her entrance before wriggling clumsily, not with the practiced confidence of someone experienced, but with the dangerous enthusiasm of someone accidentally discovering that randomly pressing buttons was somehow producing excellent results.
It really shouldn’t have been working this well.
It absolutely was.
At the same time, he drew her into another long suck, his hands leaving her thighs to settle over her stomach, giving the soft flesh an absentminded squeeze while helpless moans continued escaping her lips.
"...Nnghh..."
By then, Zerena understood she wasn’t stopping this.
Not anymore.
The only question left was how bad it was going to be.
Some instinct deep inside her kept whispering that this one would be worse than the last.
She desperately hoped that instinct was wrong.
It wasn’t.
The moment the arousal meter reached its limit again, her entire body locked up.
Her thighs clamped around Max’s head with surprising force, while the heat between her legs flared until it almost felt as though her folds were burning.
Then...
Max sucked again.
The unbearable tension broke all at once.
’I’m cumming...’
The scream never reached her lips.
It echoed only inside her head as her fingers buried themselves deeper in Max’s hair, not pushing him away this time, but pulling him closer without even realizing she was doing it.
Then something happened that neither of them had expected.
Max suddenly felt a warm rush splash across his mouth.
His eyes widened.
’...Did I just make her squirt?’