Chapter 117: The Morning Appointment (R-18)
"This is the life..." Max whispered, hugging the sleepy Zerena against him.
His stomach was full, his balls were empty, and he had a beautiful woman lying beside him. What more could a man possibly want?
Even now, his hands hadn’t stopped wandering. He continued fondling her big breasts while Zerena lay against him, one leg draped lazily over his body. His other hand slipped lower, squeezing her wide thighs before moving toward her butt, which was somehow even bigger than her thighs.
Her whole body was so soft and erotic to hold that Max couldn’t help enjoying every second of it. And despite everything they’d already done...
He was still hard.
As Max checked the System again, he noticed a few additional status effects had appeared on Zerena’s profile—effects he’d already decided to give his own names.
[Zerena]
[Rewards are doubled due to her close relationship with the Host.]
[Withdrawal Meter: 0%]
[Palate Corruption: 7%]
Max was excited.
With all the Forbidden Acts the System had been giving them, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before Zerena started craving his semen on her own.
Just imagining her gradually crossing boundaries for just one drop of his semene was enough to put a grin on his face.
What would he eventually get her to do? That was something only the future max could answer. And it was better that way. As Knowing himself, if he started imagining every possibility now, he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep until he’d tried them all.
But then Max’s excitement quickly faded.
Zerena had decided to throw him into the laboratory for the entire day tomorrow, and Max had already led her to believe they had enough Forbidden Points for him to brew four full batches of potions.
Which meant no thigh jobs, No kissing her like he was trying to breathe oxygen straight into her lungs, No sucking on her breasts, No burying his face against her armpits.
None of it.
He’d have to wait until night.
’How the hell am I supposed to control myself for that long?’
It wasn’t as though Max had ever been particularly good at going without.
Until a few days ago, he’d barely managed to spend more than a few hours without relieving himself. The only reason he’d lasted longer recently was because he’d finally forced himself to stop and had even made a vow never to masturbate again.
That had been difficult enough.
Now that Zerena was constantly beside him, surrounded by temptation every waking moment, the idea of going without for an entire night seemed almost impossible.
Max sighed.
Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.
And Max was fairly certain Zerena wouldn’t let him touch her properly until he’d finished everything she had planned for tomorrow.
Of course, that didn’t mean he was completely helpless.
He’d probably still manage to steal a few fondles here and there—a quick squeeze of her breasts, a playful grab at her butt whenever she wasn’t paying attention.
But honestly...
That wouldn’t be nearly enough.
Then Max remembered Yennefer.
He still had a Forbidden Act waiting for him with her, and unlike Zerena, Yennefer had already agreed to the arrangement. She couldn’t simply brush him off whenever he felt like claiming what he’d earned.
With that thought in mind, Max had no trouble closing his eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.
He wrapped his arms around Zerena’s soft body, pulling her comfortably against him.
A moment later, Zerena instinctively tightened her hold around him as well.
Max smiled faintly as he breathed in her natural body scent, still mixed with the clean fragrance of soap from their earlier bath.
So, when morning came, Max had no trouble waking up before Zerena.
Naturally, he took advantage of the opportunity to steal a few more fondles before she woke up. He even spent a little time teasing her nipples before finally getting dressed and preparing to leave.
Unfortunately for him, Zerena woke up sooner than he’d expected.
The first thing she noticed was that Max wasn’t beside her.
Usually, she’d wake up with him wrapped around her like a koala, his arms securely around her body while one of her legs ended up draped over him. She’d never admit it openly, but she had actually grown rather fond of that habit. It gave her legs somewhere comfortable to rest, and there was something strangely reassuring about waking up with his warm body beside her.
Today, however, he wasn’t there.
Zerena looked around the room in confusion before finally spotting him near the door, already dressed and tying his shoes.
She blinked.
He’d never woken up before her.
"What are you doing up so early?" she asked, still sounding slightly sleepy. "Where are you going?"
He was already dressed in something resembling workout clothes as he turned toward her with a smile.
"Good morning, Aunt. Yesterday, I felt like my stamina was starting to drop a little, so I figured I’d go for a short run this morning."
’Stamina decreasing...?’
Zerena couldn’t help looking amused.
Considering how long Max could keep going before reaching his limit—and how quickly he seemed capable of recovering afterward—she was fairly certain that if she gave him the opportunity, he could spend the entire day at it without complaining.
There was no way his stamina was actually decreasing.
And although he’d woken up earlier than usual, it wasn’t exactly early morning anymore.
It was already late morning, only a few hours away from noon.
"Though, I’ve already prepared some of the herbs and left a few things ready to be processed. I’ll be back by the time they’re ready to use," he said.
He continued down the stairs without waiting for her to respond.
"I’ll be back in an hour or two. I also left some breakfast for you on the table."
Just as Max had expected, Zerena had several questions.
Why the sudden urge to go running?
She’d lived with him long enough that she couldn’t remember ever seeing him accidentally do something as simple as a sit-up, let alone voluntarily exercise.
Unfortunately, before she could ask any of them, Max was already out the door.
Zerena sighed and looked toward the table instead.
A cup of coffee was waiting for her, apparently bought from outside, along with a bowl of fresh fruit and a few steamed buns.
Max soon found himself on the well-sunlit streets surrounding the army post.
The area was already busy with activity. Merchants were making deliveries, shopkeepers were opening their stores, and workers hurried back and forth carrying groceries and other supplies.
Max looked slightly out of place.
Most people were already busy with their morning routines, while he was wandering through the streets dressed for a run.
He didn’t care.
A wide smile remained on his face as he made his way toward the Emyr household, his excitement barely contained beneath the tight underwear he’d chosen to wear.
After all...
He had a Forbidden Act to complete.
Just after waking up, Max had already informed Yennefer that he wanted to make use of her expertise that morning, asking her to stay home for the day.
Naturally, she was annoyed.
Even her usual morning selfies hadn’t escaped his attention. They were a little less revealing than the ones she’d been sending him at night. In one of them, she’d deliberately chosen an angle that hid her nipples while leaving almost everything else on display.
Max found the deliberate attempt to hide them strangely more enticing than simply showing them.
There was something about the way she’d clearly chosen the angle on purpose, leaving the rest of her breasts and areolas visible while keeping the nipples just out of sight, that made his imagination work even harder.
He was starting to feel a little sore around his crotch, and Max honestly had no idea how his underwear was managing to keep everything contained.
It was the first time he’d ever tried walking around for this long while fully hard, and with his size, it was proving considerably less comfortable than he’d expected.
By now, Max had reached a quieter part of the neighborhood.
The streets were less crowded, and the houses were noticeably larger. They weren’t the massive estates he’d seen in major cities, but they were still clearly homes belonging to people who were doing well for themselves.
Most had a spacious house sitting in the middle of the property, surrounded by gardens and enough open space to give the residents plenty of privacy.
As Max walked past them, his eyes occasionally wandered toward the properties.
He couldn’t help stealing a few glances inside whenever he had the chance, half curious to see whether any beautiful women happened to live in these well-off households.
And there were plenty of women.
Most of them, however, appeared to be married, which naturally made Max a little less interested in appreciating their assets. There were also plenty of mothers busy sending their children off to school, cleaning their homes, or handling the usual morning chores.
Still, a few of them were quite beautiful.
Seeing so many attractive women only made Max even more eager to meet the woman he was actually heading there to see.
With that thought in mind, he picked up his pace.
Another ten minutes of sprinting later, Max finally reached the front of the Emyr household.
The place was noticeably larger than even the houses he’d passed along the way. A proper security guard stood at the front gate, making it immediately obvious that this wasn’t simply another wealthy family’s home.
This was a genuinely large, well-guarded residence.
As Max approached, the security guard recognized him almost immediately as it’s seemes yennefer has told him to expect him. Without saying anything, he opened the gate and gestured for Max to enter.
Max gave him a small smirk.
"Thanks..."