Chapter 94: Time to Go Shopping (R-18)
Max nodded.
Zerena still didn’t understand how pressing there was supposed to make him orgasm faster.
But if that was what he needed, then so be it.
She adjusted her hand the way he’d shown her, pressing him a little higher. The part of his penis that emerged from between her thighs now scraped much more firmly against her folds every time he moved his hips.
It only took a few thrusts for her to understand.
"...Right."
That explained why he’d asked.
Unfortunately...
It also explained why she’d been trying very hard not to let him.
The harder his penis rubbed against her folds, the closer the orgasm she’d been holding back seemed to creep. It wasn’t even subtle anymore. Her body had apparently decided that resisting for several hours had been more than enough effort for one day.
That wasn’t part of the plan.
Ever since the last time she’d orgasmed on his face, the guilt afterward had lingered far longer than the pleasure itself.
It was one of the reasons she’d returned to the city and quietly made a promise to herself.
No matter how ridiculous the System’s quests became...
She would never start treating them as something enjoyable.
If Max enjoyed them, good.
Honestly, she preferred that. At least one of them should come out of this absurdity in a good mood.
But she refused to.
The day she started looking forward to these quests was the day she’d have to question what exactly had gone wrong with her life.
That was exactly why she’d hated the System quest that required her to masturbate and orgasm.
Objectively speaking...
It was probably the easier quest.
Another problem was that hours of his hard, burning-hot penis rubbing against her folds—and repeatedly leaving them coated with fresh semen—had pushed her body to a level of frustration she honestly hadn’t believed was possible.
It couldn’t be helped.
Her own hand was the one holding his penis in place, keeping it pressed against exactly the spot she’d been trying very hard to pretend didn’t exist.
The same spot Max had relentlessly bullied the last time she’d orgasmed.
Apparently, it was under attack again.
Max wasn’t even using full thrusts anymore.
Instead, he’d switched to short, stubborn movements, barely pulling back before pushing forward again, letting the head of his penis scrape over the same place with an accuracy that felt almost personal.
Her thighs tightened around him little by little.
She wasn’t doing it on purpose.
At least...
She didn’t think she was.
’...Damn it.’
The irritating part was that it was working.
Every scrape made it a little harder to remember why she was resisting in the first place and, little by little, she found herself thinking maybe she’d earned it after putting up with him for this long.
’for god’s sake..He’s about to cum sixth time on my thighs.’ Her lips pressed together. *’*At this point, I should be allowed one...
The thought slipped out before she could stop it.
Without noticing, she pushed herself back against Max a little more, her chest rising as her hands reached up to hold the arm wrapped loosely around her neck.
’I can orgasm once...’ she quietly told herself.
Meanwhile, Max noticed the arousal meter, which had been stubbornly frozen for what felt like forever, finally tick upward again.
At almost the exact same moment, Zerena’s eyes shut. ’...I’m going to orgasm.’
Zerena wasn’t the only one who lost.
The moment Zerena’s hot, trembling thighs clamped down around his penis, he came harder than he had during the previous five orgasms combined.
His semen spilled across her thighs, her folds, and the hand she’d been using to keep his penis firmly pressed where he wanted it.
Normally, she would’ve pulled away the second he started orgasming.
This time...
She didn’t even think about it.
She simply kept his penis pinned against her, letting him continue those short, desperate thrusts as though neither of them had received the memo that the finish line had already been crossed.
Honestly...
After six orgasms, his penis should’ve filed a complaint with workplace safety.
Instead, it seemed determined to squeeze in a little unpaid overtime before finally admitting it was exhausted.
As Zerena let out a helpless moan, Max watched her eyes roll back before fluttering shut.
Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed her hard, his hips never stopping their short, steady rhythm.
He wanted her orgasm to last.
Even though he’d already emptied himself within seconds, his body stubbornly refused to acknowledge the obvious. Just like last time, his penis seemed convinced there had to be something left to contribute, continuing those desperate little thrusts as though sheer optimism could manufacture another load.
His hand slid from her waist to squeeze one of her breasts while he gave a few final, determined humps.
It seemed to work.
Zerena suddenly cried out much louder than before, her thighs that had been crushing his penis finally giving way and parting.
A heartbeat later—
Max felt a sudden splash of warmth against his penis.
Once again...
Max had somehow managed to make her squirt.
And somehow, he’d done it even harder than last time.
The warm spray arced forward, splashing across her thighs and the floor in front of them as Zerena instinctively lifted her hips, her body trembling with a few helpless jerks she had absolutely no control over.
I’m cumming...
I’m cumming...
I’m cumming...
The words repeated over and over inside her head, each one arriving less coherent than the last.
Her release washed over the semen already coating her folds, sending the mixture spilling away with each involuntary shudder.
One of her legs had long since given up pretending it could stay closed, remaining raised while Max instinctively supported it so she didn’t lose her balance.
She continued squirting for several more seconds.
Finally, when Zerena’s body began to settle, one of her thighs was thoroughly coated in a mixture of both her own fluids and Max’s, the mess slowly trailing onto the bedsheet.
Max carefully lowered her raised leg, though it wasn’t as if she could’ve done it herself.
According to the still completely full arousal sphere floating in front of him...
She apparently hadn’t received the memo that the orgasm was over.
He kept kissing her while absentmindedly sucking on one of her breasts.
Every now and then, another quiet moan escaped her as her fingers buried themselves in his hair, giving it an encouraging squeeze whenever he slowed down.
"..."
Max blinked.
This went on for another minute.
A woman’s orgasm lasts this long?
His understanding of female anatomy quietly updated itself.
Unfortunately...
It also came with several new questions.
Mostly about how Zerena had managed to survive an entire afternoon without exploding earlier.
Eventually, her breathing began to steady.
Max was about to kiss her again when Zerena lazily covered her flushed face with an arm, sounding far too exhausted to even look at him.
"...Aren’t we supposed to be done for today?"
Max nodded and finally stopped sucking on her breast.
"I thought I’d help you recover from the orgasm."
Zerena looked at him, genuinely surprised.
"...You knew I orgasmed?"
Max stared at her for a second before letting out a short laugh.
"Of course I knew."
He leaned back slightly, his hand still absentmindedly squeezing her breast.
"What exactly do you think I am? Blind?"
He snorted.
"You squirted hard enough to nearly wash my penis. I think that was a pretty decent hint."
Zerena’s cheeks instantly grew even redder.
"You’re being rude."
Zerena glared at him.
"Don’t think I won’t slap you."
There was another reason she’d been so determined not to orgasm.
She squirted.
She’d never done that before.
And even though the release had felt unlike anything she’d ever experienced, washing away hours of unbearable tension in a single overwhelming moment...
It was still mortifying.
To her, it felt less like some romantic milestone and far more like she’d accidentally wet herself in front of someone.
That wasn’t exactly the sort of achievement she’d been hoping to unlock.
Avoiding his eyes, she mumbled,
"...Didn’t you think it was disgusting?"
Max blinked.
"Getting... all that on you."
Her face heated up again.
"...Last time it was your face."
"How could I?" Max replied.
"When you don’t even mind getting your hands covered in my semen."
His eyes drifted down.
"...Or your thighs."
Her thighs were still coated in thick streaks of his semen, now mixed with the wet sheen from her own release as it slowly trickled down her skin.
The sight alone was enough to make his penis begin stiffening again.
He continued as though that wasn’t happening.
"You even let me kiss you with the same mouth I was sucking your armpits with."
Then his eyes landed on the damp patch she’d left on the bed.
"And that..."
He pointed at it.
"...was basically just water."
Zerena’s ears grew a little warmer.
She shoved him in the chest.
"Who said I don’t find getting your cum all over me disgusting?"
"I hate it."
She said it with enough conviction that Max almost believed her.
Almost.
"Then why are you saying it while you’re still covered in it?"
"..."
"I only do it for the System Points."
She grabbed part of the bedsheet and started wiping her thighs clean with the expression of someone scrubbing grease off a frying pan.
Unfortunately...
The more she wiped, the more she noticed the state of the bed.
There were damp patches.
White streaks.
More damp patches.
Zerena quietly reached a conclusion.
They were going shopping.
Soon.
Mostly for panties.
And bedsheets.
A worrying number of bedsheets.