Chapter 73: Max: A Pleasure Prodigy (R-18)
Zerena had no idea what was happening to her.
The only thing she knew was that she’d made one catastrophic mistake.
Instead of pushing Max away...
She’d instinctively shoved his face even harder against her vagina. Max, meanwhile, accepted this promotion without the slightest complaint.
Whatever was happening, whatever fluids her body was suddenly producing, none of it seemed remotely capable of convincing him to stop sucking.
His priorities remained remarkably simple.
If it belonged to Zerena’s vagina...
It apparently deserved his full professional attention.
Meanwhile, tears gathered at the corners of Zerena’s eyes as another overwhelming wave crashed through her body. It felt as though years of tension had suddenly found the emergency exit and were now stampeding through it without any regard for dignity.
"...Haa... haa...!"
The broken moans escaping her only grew louder.
Her entire body shook so violently she looked less like someone lying on a bed and more like someone attempting an exercise she definitely hadn’t signed up for. Her breasts bounced helplessly with every tremor, completely ignoring the fact that their owner would’ve appreciated even a brief moment of composure.
Unfortunately...
Composure had resigned a orgasms ago.
Her body still trembled in the lingering aftershocks.
A thin stream continued leaking from her vagina, far weaker than the sudden rush from moments earlier, yet stubbornly refusing to stop altogether.
Only then did her thighs finally loosen around Max’s head.
Max lifted his face, wiping at it with the back of his hand almost absentmindedly before looking back between her legs.
Her damp folds remained parted slightly from the intensity of the orgasm.
Curiosity got the better of him.
Very carefully, he used two fingers to spread them just a little farther.
The reaction was immediate.
"...Ahhh...!"
Another broken moan escaped Zerena’s lips.
Her stomach tightened sharply as one final pulse forced out the last of it with surprising strength.
She instinctively clenched the bedsheet beneath her, her fingers digging into the fabric as another shudder raced through her body.
The sensation made her body burn all over again before, little by little, the last wave finally began to fade.
Only then did she truly notice the aftermath.
The sheets beneath her buttocks were damp.
Max’s face...
Was dripping.
Her eyes widened.
’...What have I done?’
The thought echoed through her mind as the final remnants of the orgasm continued passing through her body.
Her teeth remained clenched, small, uneven moans escaping despite her efforts to suppress them. Somehow, those last few seconds had felt even stronger than everything that had come before.
Embarrassment still burned across Zerena’s face, her cheeks glowing a deep shade of red that would’ve been impossible to hide even if she’d tried.
Surprisingly...
She didn’t.
Perhaps because she’d already crossed so many imaginary lines today that adding one more hardly seemed worth the effort.
Or perhaps because moving required energy.
Energy she currently didn’t possess.
Max, meanwhile, remained exactly where he was—still nestled comfortably between her thighs as though he’d signed a long-term lease and forgotten to mention it to the owner.
Nobody looking at Max right now would’ve guessed just how absurdly proud he was of himself.
After all...
He’d somehow managed to make a woman climax and squirt within the same hour.
Which, in his completely unbiased opinion, sounded like a remarkably impressive achievement for someone who was still a virgin.
Not only that—
It had also been his first time ever going down on someone.
And it had actually worked.
Max’s grin grew a little wider.
’...Yeah.’
’I really am the main character of this world.’
Completely ignoring the fact that she’d already finished, he continued sucking at her soft folds with an expression of pure, uncomplicated delight.
Like a child discovering his favorite dessert came with free refills.
"...Is it still not finished?" Zerena asked between uneven breaths, another quiet moan slipping out despite herself.
"Just another minute..." Max replied without looking up.
His tongue never paused, happily licking and sucking as her folds had become noticeably more slippery beneath it. Every gentle pull earned another unwilling little moan from Zerena, making her immediately regret opening her mouth in the first place.
She stubbornly refused to look down to embbarssed to see what she has done there.
She knew what squirting was.
Of course she did.
She’d simply never expected to become personally acquainted with the concept.
Especially not like this.
The experience had left her entire body strangely loose, every muscle feeling as though someone had quietly untied a knot she’d been carrying for years. Combined with Max’s surprisingly gentle sucking and slow licking, the lingering tension continued melting away despite how desperately her pride wanted to remain offended.
Unfortunately...
Her body had apparently submitted its resignation without consulting the rest of her.
Meanwhile, her thoughts continued spinning in frantic circles.
’This is ridiculous... absolutely ridiculous...’
A pause.
’...Why is he still sucking?’
Another soft moan escaped her before she could stop it.
’It was for the task... it was for the task...’
Zerena clung stubbornly to the thought, repeating it inside her head like a legal defense she’d already decided to believe.
’There’s nothing to be embarrassed about... you just came. That’s all. You’ve cum before. Cumming isn’t some impossible, once-in-a-lifetime event...’
It had happened because of the task.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And, to be fair...
That was actually true.
The problem wasn’t that she’d orgasmed.
It was who had made her orgasm.
That tiny detail refused to leave her alone.
It had also been years since the last time she’d come, and even back then, she’d never experienced one strong enough to make her squirt.
Curiosity, despite everything, quietly got the better of her.
Just a little.
She cautiously lowered her gaze.
Max was still between her thighs.
His face was thoroughly wet as he continued giving slow kisses along the inside of her thighs, stealing one last lingering suck every now and then with the unmistakable determination of someone trying to make absolutely certain there were no... unfinished responsibilities.
’He’s... ridiculously thorough...’
The thought appeared before she could stop it.
Her cheeks immediately flushed an even deeper shade of red.
"...Just be done with it," she said a little louder than intended, equal parts embarrassment and surrender.
Max was currently operating on a level of happiness where ordinary human emotions like irritation simply couldn’t gain admission.
If someone had tried arguing with him right now, they’d probably have needed to schedule an appointment several business days in advance.
He nodded obediently.
Well...
Mostly.
He still managed to sneak in one last quick kiss against her thigh before finally pulling back.
Zerena deliberately looked away from his face the moment he did.
That seemed considerably safer.
"Go wash your face," she muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.
After a brief pause, she added, her voice returning to its usual practical firmness,
"...Then you’re going to explain why you did all that without asking my permission first."
it made his smile lower down as she smeeed angery but he has the reason as for why he didn’t tell her he will make up some exuse while washing up his face.