Chapter 101: Self-Taught Professional (R-18)
Zerena knew when to give credit where it was due.
Even if the thing deserving credit happened to be unbelievably stupid, deeply perverted, and morally bankrupt.
Because as Max buried his face against her crotch with the same unwavering determination he’d previously devoted to her breasts and armpits, one completely unwanted thought kept surfacing.
’...Why is he so good at everything?’
It was honestly infuriating.
He was making those same slow, obnoxious sucking noises he’d made while paying far too much attention to her breasts and armpits earlier.
Back then, she’d reluctantly accepted that maybe he simply didn’t find those things disgusting.
Fine.
People had strange tastes.
But this?
There was a thick bush down there, and he hadn’t shown the slightest bit of hesitation. He’d simply buried his face into it and continued as though absolutely nothing about the situation deserved a second thought.
His upper lip stayed pressed against her while his tongue worked with surprising patience, tracing slow, deliberate paths before dipping lower and gliding back up again. Every now and then it lingered just long enough to draw another sharp reaction from her, only for him to repeat the same maddening rhythm as though he had all the time in the world.
Zerena found that particularly irritating.
Not because he was being reckless.
Quite the opposite.
The idiot was being competent.
That somehow made the entire experience worse. Max, meanwhile, was operating on what could generously be described as self-taught qualifications. Back in his previous world, he’d never gotten anywhere remotely close to the real thing.
His romantic résumé was so empty it could’ve fit on a sticky note. But the internet? The internet had apparently considered it a personal mission to ensure no lonely man remained academically unprepared.
Somewhere, buried beneath years of questionable search history and increasingly suspicious recommendation algorithms, he’d stumbled across more than one article with titles along the lines of:
"How to Eat Pussy Like a God."
At the time, he’d read them purely out of curiosity. Or at least, that had been the excuse he gave himself. Now, much to Zerena’s growing annoyance...
He seemed determined to find out whether anonymous strangers on the internet had actually known what they were talking about.
By this point, he knew where everything was.
Well...
Almost everything.
The one part he was still having trouble finding was the G-spot.
As he pushed his tongue deeper, changing the angle little by little instead of moving around randomly, he suddenly seemed to brush against it.
Zerena’s thighs twitched around his head.
Then her whole body followed.
He felt the reaction immediately.
His hands were still on her breasts, absentmindedly fondling them while her legs hung over his shoulders, making even the slightest tremor impossible to miss.
’...That has to be it.’
The reaction had been
As he continued pressing against the G-spot with his tongue, Zerena’s reactions grew noticeably stronger. Quiet, restrained moans began slipping from her lips despite her obvious attempts to keep them in.
The problem was...
Her G-spot sat just a little deeper than his tongue could comfortably reach.
Reluctantly, he took one hand away from her breast and slid it lower. Letting one of her legs slip from his shoulder while keeping her spread with his body between them, he looked down at her folds again.
They were wetter than before, glistening beneath the light after everything he’d already done.
His finger slowly traced between her folds, feeling them slide smoothly against it before moving upward and lightly flicking her clit, while his mouth continued working without pause.
"...Ngh..."
Another moan slipped out, louder than the last.
Zerena still didn’t open her eyes.
’I want to strangle him with my thighs...’
She genuinely did.
Unfortunately, after getting to know Max, she was fairly certain he’d interpret that as encouragement rather than attempted murder.
That alone was enough to stop her.
Still...
Why hadn’t she stopped him?
She wasn’t timid.
She wasn’t someone who worried about looking embarrassed.
If she wanted this to end, she could’ve opened her eyes at any moment, shoved him away, and been done with it.
So why hadn’t she?
The answer, she realized, wasn’t particularly flattering.
The A-grade potions.
They had changed everything.
Before that, she’d believed she could always keep Max nearby through intimidation, manipulation, and dangling just enough temptation in front of him to keep him cooperative.
Now...
She wasn’t nearly as certain.
If she pushed too hard, if she crossed whatever invisible line he had in his head, there was always the chance he’d simply leave the moment a better opportunity appeared.
Max had already proven himself to be the sort of genius people spent entire lifetimes searching for and still never found.
Even if Max himself wanted to stay, someone else would eventually recognize what he was worth. And when that happened, convincing him that Zerena was the villain in his story wouldn’t exactly be difficult. If indulging his ridiculous perversions was what kept someone like him willingly working beside her...
Then she’d endure them. It wasn’t as though he was asking for anything they hadn’t already done because of those absurd system quests. The only thing truly irritating tonight...
Was that she wanted to sleep. That was also why she refused to open her eyes. The moment Max realized she was awake, he’d start talking.
Negotiating.
Bargaining.
Probably asking for "just one more thing."
She had already learned that lesson. At least like this, there was a pattern to his stupidity. Sooner or later, he’d satisfy himself and finally stop.
She knew because he’d done almost the same thing the previous night, rubbing himself against her thighs until he’d finished before leaving her alone. As for why he’d somehow gathered the courage to move from her thighs to sucking her vagina.
’...I have to think of a way to stop him.’
The thought surfaced through the haze.
’At this rate, it won’t be long before he...’
She never finished it.
The possibility alone made her stop.
That absolutely could not happen.
Ever.
The only reason she couldn’t dwell on it for long was the steadily rising arousal bar hovering above her head.
His finger continued rubbing against her G-spot, leaving her thoughts increasingly muddled. After nearly half an hour of enduring Max’s relentless attention, her entire body had grown frustratingly sensitive. Every movement made it harder to decide which thoughts deserved her attention and which ones were simply getting drowned out by the growing sensations.
Meanwhile, Max’s eyes remained fixed on the floating bar above her.
It had climbed almost all the way to the end.
[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱95%]
"..."
Without another word, Max stopped.