Chapter 111: Quests for Other women (R-18)
"...Nghhhh..."
A long moan escaped Zerena as her fingers moved faster, her movements becoming increasingly urgent.
When she finally felt herself getting close, she pulled her fingers back and began rubbing herself more firmly, her hips moving restlessly beneath her.
At the same time, she buried her face against Max’s neck, sucking against his skin while Max continued fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples.
The combined sensations finally pushed her over the edge.
Her body tensed as the orgasm hit.
Max didn’t rush her.
He simply let her enjoy it, keeping his hands on her breasts while Zerena continued rubbing herself, her hips jerking up and down as she rode out the sensation.
It lasted longer than she’d expected.
And when it finally faded, Zerena was left breathing heavily, having just experienced her first self-induced orgasm in a very long time.
Now that the orgasm was fading, all the questions and embarrassment she’d managed to ignore came rushing back.
She really had just masturbated.
At her age.
Zerena’s face warmed as she remained sprawled against Max, breathing heavily, her thighs still damp.
Meanwhile, Max was apparently in no hurry to stop enjoying himself.
He was still busy sucking on her breasts.
"Enough with those..." Zerena muttered, putting just enough annoyance into her voice to hide how flustered she actually was.
She pushed him away before he could protest.
Then she looked at him.
"It’s your turn now..."
Max looked genuinely surprised.
"But then my cum will get all over your thighs. How are you supposed to masturbate with that?"
The question sounded ridiculous.
Unfortunately, it also made perfect sense considering the excuse Zerena had just used to hurry him along.
"I’ll manage," Zerena replied.
She shifted onto her side, turning her back toward him.
"And don’t expect me to keep doing it continuously like some animal..."
She paused.
Then added without even looking back,
"...Like you."
"I can’t help it... It gets hard instantly," Max complained, making it sound like the entire situation was somehow the penis’s fault rather than his own.
"Just shut up. I don’t want to keep doing this all..." Zerena muttered.
She reached back, grabbed one of her buttocks, and pulled it upward, creating space between them.
"Get to work..."
Max stared.
As she pulled herself open, her wet folds stretched with her, revealing the dampness between them, with pubes surrounding them. Even her anus was visible beneath the layer of pubic hair around it.
And then there was that command.
Get to work.
Honestly...
There were probably plenty of ways a woman could tell a man she wanted him to pound her senseless.
But hearing Zerena say it so casually, as though she were ordering him to finish a chore, had to be one of Max’s favorites.
Naturally, he intended to make sure she said plenty of the others eventually.
With Zerena keeping herself stretched open, Max didn’t make her wait.
He pressed his penis against her folds, earning a soft moan as it brushed against her exposed skin.
"Don’t go all monkey from the start," she warned, tightening her thighs around him and giving him a stern look. "I’m still sensitive..."
Only her expression remained stern.
One hand lifted toward Max, silently giving him permission to go back to her armpits whenever he wanted. Her other hand settled over his penis, guiding its head back against the bush as he began moving slowly.
"Auntie, I’ve been thinking..." Max said.
He slipped one hand beneath her neck, gently holding her face while his other rested against her waist.
"What if the system gives me a quest involving other women?"
Zerena’s stern expression remained, but her body was already betraying her as another quiet moan escaped when his penis brushed against her folds.
"nghh..." she moaned again, trying to keep her voice steady.
She was slightly worried he’d accidentally slip inside her, but that didn’t stop her hand from moving a little lower, guiding Max closer against her folds.
Even with that distraction, she could still make out his question.
"It gives you quests with specific people?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
"Yeah..." Max nodded.
His hand moved from her armpit toward the side of her breast as he continued.
"In the first few, I was free to do whatever I wanted with anyone. But after that, most of them started coming with specific targets."
He paused briefly.
"And a lot of them specifically mentioned you."
"Why me?"
This time, Zerena turned toward him, genuine shock crossing her face.
Max, however, kept going, answering the question only with another slow movement.
Zerena’s hands remained where they were, guiding him as best she could while her thighs stayed wrapped tightly around him.
Then her expression hardened.
"And why didn’t you tell me something this important?"
There was a clear edge of anger in her voice.
Apparently, finding out that the ridiculous system had been specifically targeting her was considerably less amusing than she would’ve liked.
"I didn’t think much of it until yesterday, when I actually stopped to think about it..." Max answered apologetically.
He could’ve made up an excuse.
It probably would’ve worked.
For a while, at least.
But sometimes telling the truth was simply easier. Otherwise, one lie needed another lie to keep the first one alive, and before long he’d have an entire family tree of bullshit to keep track of.
This way, he might get away with nothing more than a glare or two.
Though, considering the circumstances, even that seemed increasingly unlikely.
After all, they were currently lying together with his penis between her thighs.
If there was ever a terrible time to start an argument, this was probably somewhere near the top of the list.
The thought of Zerena yelling at him while he kept going made Max want to annoy her even more.
For some reason, he had a feeling she’d look even hotter when she was genuinely angry.
Of course, that plan depended on one important detail.
Zerena actually letting him continue.
Otherwise, he might end up losing something considerably more important than the argument.
As he’d expected, Zerena eventually let out a troubled sigh.
She’d apparently assumed Max could complete those quests with any woman, not realizing that the system had started attaching specific women to specific quests.
Part of her had actually liked the idea that he was choosing to involve only her.
Now that she knew the truth...
She found herself wishing for that even more.
Especially after realizing what some of the system quests could demand.
"And what if you don’t do those quests?" she asked, still looking worried.
Her fingers remained against his penis her thoughts wandered to the obvious question.
If even she was surprised by him...
How were other women supposed to react the first time they saw it?
And considering how long he could last, how quickly he could get hard again, and the fact that he could apparently keep going all day...
They’d probably be all over him.
Even if they didn’t actually love him, once they got a taste of what he could do, Zerena couldn’t imagine them willingly letting him go.
"There are a lot of possible punishments, but most of them involve losing the system entirely," Max explained. "And I’d probably forget all the knowledge I’ve gained through it too..."
As he spoke, his pace picked up slightly, his arms tightening around Zerena’s waist.
For Max, holding her like this was easily one of the better parts of the situation. Her soft stomach pressed against him as he pounded her from behind.
But the feeling of holding Zerena from behind wasn’t the real reason Max had started this conversation.
He wanted her to understand what was coming.
Eventually, he was going to have to deal with quests involving other women.
Zerena could either keep enjoying the benefits of the system with him...
Or stop him from completing those quests and risk losing the system entirely.
The realization left Zerena deep in thought.
But strangely, she wasn’t thinking much about the system anymore.
Her thoughts had settled on Max.
Other women.
She didn’t want someone else taking control of him the way she had.
And she certainly didn’t like the thought of him finding some younger, beautiful woman and suddenly forgetting about her.
She was already an old woman.
What if he found someone younger?
Someone prettier?
Someone who could offer him more than she could?
"Then how do we make the system keep giving you quests about just me?" she asked after thinking it over.
As she spoke, Zerena began moving with his rhythm, her hands shifting slightly as she adjusted their position.
The question was simple enough.
But the fact that she was already thinking about how to make the system keep choosing her made it clear she’d reached her own conclusion.
Max smirked when he heard her question.
He enjoyed the movement even more as Zerena pressed herself against his rhythm.
She’d walked straight into another trap.
And, once again, all he’d needed to do was dangle a system quest in front of her like bait.