Chapter 63: Earning Forbidden Points Before Breakfast
Max, having completely forgotten that the kissing task had already disappeared, continued exactly as he had every morning during the past week.
His hands wandered instinctively to her breasts, gently cupping them as he shifted over her, allowing Zerena to draw his tongue into another slow kiss while one of her hands rested against his cheek.
’...What was I even thinking?’
The thought quietly surfaced in Zerena’s mind.
’Masturbating...? Haven’t I long since grown past that age?’
A quiet sense of shame settled heavily in her chest.
The very idea left her feeling strangely uncomfortable, as though she’d somehow caught herself doing something she’d spent years believing she’d outgrown.
And yet...
Even while silently scolding herself, she couldn’t stop her thighs from pressing tightly together beneath the blanket.
The lingering warmth refused to disappear.
Neither did the kiss.
It lasted another few quiet minutes before Max finally pulled back, blinking as though something had only just occurred to him.
"...Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I completely forgot the kissing task was already finished."
He gave her an awkward smile.
"I just... instinctively kissed you."
Zerena pulled back as well, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand before shooting Max an exasperated look.
"You really do way too many things instinctively," she grumbled. "One of these days, that’s going to get you castrated."
She gave him a shove, pushing him back onto the bed.
"Now get off."
Still rubbing at her mouth, she let out another long sigh.
"Seriously... starting the morning with my mouth full of your saliva." She clicked her tongue. "What kind of terrible karma am I paying off?"
She climbed off the bed, still muttering to herself.
Max looked mildly wronged.
Then he thought about it for a second.
Well...
At least he’d managed to make Zerena remember God first thing in the morning.
That probably counted as some kind of good deed.
Meanwhile, Zerena stopped at the edge of the bed.
The lingering warmth between her thighs immediately reminded her of the unfinished task.
She let out another weary sigh.
"...You’ll have to do it later anyway, Zerena," she muttered under her breath, sounding like someone trying to talk herself into finishing unpleasant paperwork.
After a few more seconds of reluctant self-persuasion, she turned back toward him.
"Pull your pants down."
Max looked up.
His attention had already settled on her bare thighs, still exposed beneath the hem of her rather short shorts.
In fairness...
After unconsciously spending half the night holding onto them in his sleep, it was difficult to pretend they weren’t there.
"How many more times do you have to cum before you have enough System Points for another batch of potions?" Zerena asked.
She was practically lying on top of him, their faces only inches apart.
Her lips still glistened faintly, the lingering shine left behind by several long kisses that neither of them had originally planned on repeating this morning.
One arm rested beneath the back of Max’s head, absentmindedly cradling it while the other continued its steady work. Her breasts were softly pressed against his chest, warm and surprisingly comfortable, while one leg remained draped over his, pinning him to the bed so thoroughly that getting up would’ve required official permission.
Not that Max had any intention of going anywhere.
Quite the opposite.
From the way he kept staring at her lips, it looked as though he’d already forgotten they were supposed to be having a conversation.
His eyes lingered there with the sort of unwavering focus normally reserved for people trying to remember where they’d left their wallet.
Zerena followed his gaze.
Then looked back at him.
"...Don’t."
Max blinked.
"Don’t what?"
"My lips."
"I wasn’t looking at your lips."
"You’ve been looking at them for the last ten seconds."
"...I was thinking."
"With your eyes?"
Max wisely decided not to continue defending himself.
"...One more time after this," he admitted instead. "Then I’ll have enough System Points for one more batch."
Hearing his answer, Zerena let out a quiet, annoyed sigh before leaning down and capturing his lips once more.
Honestly...
She was already tired of doing this.
Or at least, she felt like she should’ve been.
After all, this was yet another ridiculous system task she’d have to keep repeating if they wanted enough Forbidden Points for more potion batches.
Still...
By now, the annoyance barely showed on her face anymore.
She kissed him with the same practiced familiarity she’d developed over the past several days, treating it like another routine chore she simply had to get through.
Something to finish.
Something to cross off today’s list.
Though...
Calling it boring would’ve been a little dishonest.
She didn’t seem to dislike it nearly as much as she kept telling herself she did.
The leg resting across Max’s thighs remained where it was, just short of his penis.
Without really thinking about it, she kept shifting it ever so slightly, letting it brush against his thigh now and then.
Each slow movement sent a faint shiver through her body.
In this position, there was hardly any space left between them.
Nearly every part of her body rested against his, including the soft brush of her pubic hair grazing the side of his thigh whenever either of them shifted.
By now, Max had long since memorized the boundaries Zerena still guarded with a glare.
As long as he stayed away from the two places she’d made absolutely clear were off-limits, she usually let his wandering hands do as they pleased.
Naturally...
His hands took full advantage of that freedom.
One of his hands gently pulled a cheek aside just enough to reveal her anus, neatly framed by the soft border of dark pubic hair surrounding it.
His fingers never crossed that boundary.
They lingered only a moment, his curiosity clearly threatening to file an official complaint about Zerena’s current restrictions before common sense reluctantly overruled it.
With a quiet sigh that sounded suspiciously disappointed, he let her buttock fall back into place once more.