Chapter 74: Who Cares About a Slap to the Face When the dick is getting a Buff? (R-18))
Max couldn’t stop smiling.
Today had been filled with an impressive number of firsts again.
His first time tasting a vagina.
His first time making a woman orgasm.
His first time making the same woman orgasm twice.
And, somehow...
One of them had even ended with her squirting.
For someone who’d entered the day with approximately zero practical experience, Max considered the results alarmingly successful.
’What else would you expect from the main character?’ he thought proudly.
Granted...
His standards for self-congratulation had never exactly been difficult to satisfy.
Standing in front of the sink, he splashed water over his face, watching it carry away the lingering evidence of everything that had happened.
As pleased as he was with today’s achievements...
Walking around with someone’s orgasm all over his face wasn’t exactly the sort of victory lap he’d imagined.
There were limits.
Even for him.
Max wore a grin so wide it looked like his cheeks were filing a formal complaint.
Today had been a day of remarkable firsts.
His first time tasting a woman’s vagina.
His first time making a woman orgasm.
His first time making the same woman orgasm twice.
And, somehow, one of those orgasms had even ended with her squirting.
For someone whose previous romantic résumé could’ve comfortably fit on the back of a postage stamp, the sudden jump in achievements felt almost suspiciously generous.
He honestly couldn’t decide whether the system deserved credit...
Or whether the universe had finally realized it owed him several years’ worth of compensation.
"What else do you expect from the main character?" Max muttered with shameless satisfaction as he leaned over the basin and splashed cold water across his face.
His smile didn’t fade.
It merely became slightly more civilized.
As proud as he was, however...
Walking around with orgasmic fluids all over his face wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined celebrating one of the greatest victories of his life.
So he scrubbed his face a little more thoroughly than necessary before drying it with the towel hanging nearby.
Unfortunately...
Cleaning his face did absolutely nothing to clean up his thoughts.
His grin slowly returned.
The image that surfaced in his mind this time placed the situation in reverse, with his own fluids ending up on Zerena’s face instead.
[Host has completed the objective of the act.]
[500 Forbidden Points awarded for licking the target’s vagina through her panties for 20 minutes.]
[1,000 Forbidden Points awarded for making the target reach orgasm.]
[200 Forbidden Points awarded for making the target orgasm twice.]
[Close Relation Bonus ×2 applied.]
[200 Forbidden Points awarded as this was the target’s first orgasm caused by the host.]
[Close Relation Bonus ×2 applied.]
[Total Forbidden Points: 2,524]
Max’s eyes widened.
"...That’s a lot."
He’d only been expecting the fifteen hundred points from completing the task itself.
Then he remembered.
The extra reward for making Zerena orgasm in front of him.
Apparently, the system had remembered too.
It had quietly added everything together without forgetting a single point.
’...Good system.’
His eyes immediately moved to the enhancement menu.
Unfortunately...
The smile on his face faded a little.
Increasing his penis length still required 3,000 Forbidden Points.
with that he didn’t even care about zerena waiting outside giving him a ear or some slaps. and even forgeting to use the other foribdden points as the cost of girth increse has also increse.
[To increase girth by 1 cm: 3,000 Forbidden Points]
He was close enough for the number to feel like it was mocking him.
Still...
The system had more than one button. His gaze shifted downward until it landed on Penis Girth Enhancement. That one, he could actually afford.
There wasn’t much to think about. He selected it without the slightest hesitation. The Forbidden Points disappeared. Just like before—
Everything went black. The next moment, his vision returned. Naturally...
The first thing Max looked at was himself. Priorities were priorities. He glanced down at the noticeable bulge beneath his pants. It had definitely changed. Where his penis had already been peeking out from his underwear before...
Now it was even more visible. Max stared for a second. Then gave a satisfied nod.
While Max was busy inside the washroom desperately trying to assemble an excuse convincing enough to survive Zerena’s inevitable interrogation...
Zerena wasted no time.
The moment the bathroom door closed, she hurriedly sat up and looked down between her thighs.
Her light-green panties had been pushed aside during everything that had happened, leaving her damp folds partially exposed. Even the dense patch of thin hair above them still glistened faintly with moisture.
Then her eyes drifted lower.
The bedsheet beneath her was wet as well, a dark patch slowly spreading through the fabric while the mattress stubbornly continued soaking up what remained.
For a long moment...
She simply stared.
’...I didn’t wet myself... did I?’
The horrifying possibility crossed her mind first.
Then she remembered Max.
He hadn’t looked disgusted.
Not even a little.
If anything, the idiot had looked suspiciously pleased with himself.
That alone was enough to make her reluctantly dismiss the thought.
Still...
She had definitely squirted.
She knew what it was.
Of course she did.
She’d just never imagined it would happen to her.
Somewhere along the way, she’d quietly convinced herself that only younger women experienced things like that. After all, she’d spent years assuming age dulled sensitivity more than anything else.
Apparently...
Her body had neglected to read the same conclusions.
The realization made her cheeks warm all over again.
Zerena hurriedly adjusted her panties back into place before grabbing the nearby towel.
With quick, almost irritated movements, she wiped along the insides of her thighs before pressing the towel over the damp spot on the bedsheet, as though hiding the evidence would somehow convince reality to cooperate.
It didn’t.
Her cheeks remained stubbornly red.
Even back in her younger days—during what she would now politely describe as an overly adventurous period of her life—she couldn’t remember ever ending up in quite this state.
And somehow...
Max had managed it using nothing but his mouth.
The comparison immediately led her somewhere she really didn’t want to go.
’...What if it had been his dick instead?’
The image appeared before common sense could intercept it.
She immediately regretted asking herself the question.
’...It’s too big...’
That single thought was enough to make her quietly abandon the entire subject.
By then, the bathroom door opened.
Max stepped back into the room while absentmindedly adjusting himself inside his pants. Judging by the awkward way he was tucking his penis to one side, it clearly hadn’t received the memo that today’s activities were supposed to be over.
Unfortunately for Zerena...
Her eyes noticed anyway.
They dropped toward his crotch almost automatically before she caught herself.
It wasn’t entirely her fault.
The outline was difficult to ignore, and a noticeable portion was still peeking out beneath the edge of his underwear before he finally managed to tuck it back into place.
For a brief moment, she considered asking why he was still hard.
Then she remembered everything he’d been doing for the past hour.
Honestly...
At this point, it would’ve been far stranger if he wasn’t.
By the time Max walked over, he looked just a little cautious.
Zerena was already sitting on the clean side of the bed, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
She deliberately kept her eyes somewhere around his shoulders.
That seemed considerably safer.