Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Max waited patiently while Zerena stood beneath the shower, letting the warm water fall over her head and body.

Her black hair, streaked here and there with strands of gray, quickly became soaked, clinging to her back and shoulders. Somehow, it suited her even more than when it was dry, softening her already striking features. Her fair skin carried a faint rosy tint across her cheeks, while the slight darkness beneath her eyes only made her look more mature rather than tired.

Even the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed less like signs of age and more like details that simply belonged there.

His gaze drifted lower.

Water rolled down the smooth curve of her neck before tracing over her shoulders, leaving her pale skin glistening beneath the light. Time had been surprisingly kind to her. Aside from her face, very little about the rest of her body openly admitted how old she actually was.

His eyes lingered on her breasts.

They were undeniably saggy, but only because of their sheer size. Gravity had pulled them lower over the years, giving them a heavy, natural softness that somehow looked more attractive than if they’d remained perfectly firm. Their generous weight made every small movement gentle and unhurried, while the water running over them only emphasized their fullness.

Against her exceptionally fair skin, a few faint blue veins could be seen beneath the surface, subtle enough that they looked less like imperfections and more like delicate lines painted beneath white porcelain.

Max quietly reached a conclusion.

Whoever claimed saggy breasts couldn’t be beautiful had clearly never seen ones like Zerena’s.

As for her stomach, there was a gentle layer of softness around her lower belly.

Not much.

Just enough to give it a natural curve.

Max was already very familiar with it.

More than once, he’d absentmindedly used it as a pillow while sleeping, discovering that it was almost as soft as her breasts.

Despite that softness, her figure still narrowed noticeably at the sides. Her waist dipped inward before widening again into broad hips, giving her body a naturally curvy shape that age had done surprisingly little to erase.

His gaze drifted lower.

Her bubbly, still shapely butt remained impressively full, the generous weight of it blending naturally into her wide, meaty thighs—the very same thighs he’d spent far more time around today than any reasonable person should’ve been allowed.

Then his attention wandered to her back.

Her shoulders were broad, carrying enough healthy flesh to make them look strong rather than delicate. Water slid smoothly over her skin, which remained remarkably free of lines despite everything else time had managed to leave behind.

Lower down, however, a deep groove gradually formed along her spine, running cleanly toward her waist before ending just above her butt.

Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, Max stepped forward and grabbed her butt with both hands.

Zerena let out a tired sigh.

"Can you at least let me rinse the sweat off first...?"

"I’ll help," Max replied immediately.

Before she could object, he pressed his hard length lightly between her buttocks from behind, his hands slowly sliding upward from her butt to her stomach.

She merely looked annoyed.

Considering what they’d been doing all afternoon, stopping him over a pair of wandering hands felt strangely inconsistent.

Besides...

If this helped him finish sooner, it benefited her too.

With another resigned sigh, she simply let him continue.

His hands wandered freely over her body before settling beneath her breasts, slowly gliding along the damp skin as the shower washed away the sweat neither of them had gotten around to dealing with until now.

He lifted her breasts one after the other, giving them a firm squeeze until they slipped from his hands under the running water, dropping back into place with a heavy jiggle.

His hands wandered upward toward her armpits instead.

Without needing to be asked, Zerena raised both arms, letting the shower rinse them clean.

Max, naturally, treated the movement as an opportunity.

Stepping closer, he slowly rubbed his hard length between her buttocks, sliding it from below upward while the warm water ran over both of them.

Zerena felt it immediately.

She simply didn’t react.

At some point over the past several days, Max had developed the habit of rubbing himself against her whenever the system gave him even the slightest excuse.

Somehow...

It had quietly become another one of those things she’d stopped wasting energy complaining about.

Without a word, she reached down, wrapped her hand around his penis, and began stroking it with the same practical expression she’d wear while cleaning laboratory equipment.

Then, almost out of nowhere, she looked him in the eye.

"You know..." she said as her wet breasts pressed lightly against his chest, "I really wanted to beat you for what you did back there..."

Max had honestly expected that she would hit him.

Looking at her now, though...

It didn’t really feel like that was where this conversation was heading.

Especially not while his penis was still firmly in her hand.

He gave a small shake of his head.

"No..."

"Well..." Zerena said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "I just didn’t show it."

Her hand continued its slow rhythm, occasionally pressing the head of his penis lightly against her stomach before sliding back down. The next moment, her fingers shifted lower, idly rolling his balls for a second before her palm glided back along his length again.

From Max’s perspective...

This felt surprisingly different.

When he did it himself, there was really only one way to move.

Zerena, meanwhile, kept speaking as though the topic deserved her full attention.

"I was angry," she admitted. "Very angry."

Her hand never stopped moving. "But I also knew why you did it." She looked up at him. "You were trying to complete the task."

A brief pause followed before she added in the same matter-of-fact tone, "Otherwise... you wouldn’t have dared put your mouth directly on my vagina." She let out a quiet sigh. "At least... that’s what I chose to believe."

Max didn’t interrupt.

Right now, disagreeing with the woman who was holding his penis seemed like a bad decision.

Max hurriedly nodded.

Seeing that she hadn’t actually hit him, he quietly relaxed a little.

At the same time, Zerena changed the way she was stroking his penis. Instead of the usual up-and-down motion, she rotated her hand in a slow, churning movement, almost as though she were absentmindedly mixing something in a bowl.

From Max’s perspective...

There were apparently far more techniques than he’d ever considered. His education continued. "So next time," Zerena said calmly, "ask first." She glanced up at him.

"Thank the gods the system only wanted you to use your tongue this time." A faint smile appeared on her face.

Max nodded repeatedly.

After a few seconds, he looked at her a little nervously.

"But... you know the system, Aunt," he said carefully. "Maybe not tomorrow... maybe not next week... but sooner or later it’s probably going to ask for something like that again."

"So... what are we going to do then?" The words left his mouth. Almost immediately, he regretted them.