Chapter 71: The Longest Two Percent (R-18)
**[Task Completed.]**
**[Reward will be calculated after the task’s time limit expires.]**
The main task had actually been completed several minutes ago.
Even so...
There was still time remaining before the act itself had to end.
And more importantly...
There was one optional objective Max still had his eyes on.
That was why his face remained firmly wedged between Zerena’s soft, generous thighs.
Well...
That, and because he was finding it alarmingly easy to become addicted to the feeling of having them squeeze gently around his head.
It was surprisingly comfortable.
If someone had asked him to move, there was a very real chance he’d have requested another five minutes first.
However, the arousal meter hovering above Zerena’s head seemed determined to test his patience.
Over the past several minutes, the stubborn thing had been crawling upward at the speed of a snail with an unfinished retirement plan.
Which explained why the rhythm of his tongue had gradually become a little more urgent, why each lingering suck lasted just a fraction longer than before.
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱98%]**
Only two percent remained.
Normally, two percent didn’t sound like much.
Unfortunately, the progress bar and common sense had apparently negotiated separate contracts.
At the exact same time...
The remaining timer wasn’t looking particularly generous either.
**[5 Minutes 6 Seconds Remaining]**
Rather than rushing, he paid closer attention to the places that had earned the strongest reactions so far, returning to them with careful, repeated movements instead of relying on blind enthusiasm alone.
The change was almost immediate.
"...Nnghh..."
Zerena was breathing hard now.
Both of her hands were buried in Max’s hair, gripping it tightly as her legs remained firmly crossed behind his neck, holding him between her thighs almost unconsciously.
Her eyes had grown watery, a thin layer of tears clinging to the corners as she looked down at him with an expression that came surprisingly close to pleading.
Even speaking had become difficult.
"...How much longer?" she managed to ask, her voice uneven.
Instead of answering, Max’s attention never wavered.
His tongue pressed a little deeper beneath the edge of her panties, following the familiar path he’d already traced several times, gliding upward toward the dense bush above her folds.
The movement drew another involuntary shiver through Zerena’s body.
"I... I can’t hold it much longer..." she gasped, her voice noticeably louder than before.
Her fingers tightened around his hair again, tugging just a little harder as another helpless moan escaped her lips, her thighs squeezing around his head with almost desperate force.
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱99%]**
Zerena was breathing hard now.
Both of her hands had buried themselves in Max’s hair, gripping it tightly as her legs remained locked around his neck.
She looked down at him through tear-blurred eyes, her usual composure nowhere to be found. For the first time since this ridiculous task had begun, there was something almost pleading in her expression.
"...How much longer?" she asked.
Even getting the words out had become difficult.
Max didn’t answer.
Instead, his tongue pressed a little deeper against the damp fabric, tracing the familiar path he’d been following from below, slowly working upward toward her dense bush once again.
The reaction was immediate.
"I... I can’t hold it any longer..." Zerena blurted out, her voice noticeably louder than before.
Her fingers tightened instinctively in his hair, pulling just a little harder as another helpless moan escaped her lips.
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰100%]**
And it worked.
First...
The arousal meter finally reached the very end.
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰100%]**
Then Zerena’s body reacted a heartbeat later.
Her chest jerked upward, followed by the rest of her body. Her hips lifted instinctively, bumping against Max’s face before pressing her folds firmly against him through the soaked panties. At the same time, her legs tightened around his head with surprising strength.
For one alarming second, Max briefly wondered whether she was trying to orgasm...
Or quietly test whether a human head could survive being used as a thigh press.
*’I’m... cumming...’*
The words never escaped Zerena’s lips.
They echoed only inside her head.
Her eyes squeezed shut as tears gathered at the corners, a long, broken breath leaving her mouth while the heat that had been building inside her rushed toward the exact place where Max’s mouth had stubbornly refused to leave.
From below, Max couldn’t help staring.
The angle was almost unfair.
Her stomach curved gently above him, faint natural lines shifting as her muscles tensed. His gaze followed the smooth slope down toward her navel before rising again over the soft hills of her body.
Beyond them...
Her breasts had lifted with the force of the climax, their weight rising just enough that the hardened nipples stood out prominently at their peaks.
For a brief moment, they completely hid her face from view.
Max didn’t stop.
From what little he’d picked up during his previous life—almost entirely from the sort of internet "research" nobody would ever admit to doing—women’s orgasms generally lasted longer than men’s.
Not that he possessed any firsthand experience.
His qualifications remained spectacularly theoretical.
So he simply stuck with what seemed like the safest strategy.
Don’t stop too early.
Keeping both hands firmly around Zerena’s wide hips, he held her steady while the last waves continued to pass through her body for several more seconds.
Her fingers remained tangled tightly in his hair, her legs still locked around his shoulders as she struggled to catch her breath.
Only after her body gradually began to relax did the strength in her grip slowly fade.
At that moment, the familiar system notification quietly rang inside Max’s mind.
He didn’t even look.
For once...
The system had managed to lose a competition for his attention.
For the moment...
Max simply enjoyed it.
Softness surrounded his head from every direction. Her thighs rested firmly against his cheeks, while at the front he could still feel the warmth of her folds through the damp fabric. Even his nose was buried against her hairy crotch.
Unfortunately...
Good things had a habit of ending.
The arousal meter hovering above Zerena’s head finally began to fall.
Apparently, even the system considered an orgasm a temporary buff.
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱98%]**
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱93%]**
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱90%]**
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱84%]**
It was dropping surprisingly fast.
Max wasn’t happy about that.
He wanted to keep watching her body tremble the way it had only moments ago.
So he stubbornly continued, lingering over her folds through the panties, hoping the meter would decide to cooperate.
It didn’t.
**[▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱71%]**
The bar continued slipping lower.
And when it was just about to fall halfway...
Max finally gave in to the temptation that had been quietly bothering him ever since he’d first started kissing her thighs.
With careful fingers, he hooked the edge of her panties aside.
At last...
He was finally going to see what had been hidden underneath all this time.
Zerena hadn’t realized what he’d done.
She remained exactly where she was, her body still trembling faintly from the lingering aftereffects, completely unaware that nothing now stood between Max and the view he’d spent days wondering about.
For a brief moment...
He simply stared.
Part of him worried this might be the only chance he’d ever get to see her like this.
The rest of him was far too distracted to think about anything beyond the sight in front of him.
Her bush was thick, yet the individual hairs were surprisingly fine, forming a natural V-shaped trail that followed the curve of her hips downward. The hair became noticeably denser lower down, framing her vagina rather than hiding it completely.
Beneath it, her folds were visible at last.
They carried a soft, darker pink hue, glistening with moisture, still slightly parted from everything that had happened only moments before.
Max’s gaze lingered there for only a heartbeat before curiosity pulled it a little lower.
There...
Beyond the entrance of her folds...
He noticed something else.
Below that was another entrance.
Rounder.
It, too, was bordered by the same fine strands of dark hair, the natural frame making it stand out even more.
For reasons Max didn’t particularly care to examine too closely, his eyes lingered there just as long.
The soft pink ring caught his attention immediately, relaxed slightly after everything that had happened only moments before. It was a sight he’d never expected to witness from this close, and for a brief moment his curiosity became almost painfully strong.
His fingers twitched.
A reckless part of his mind urged him to reach out.
Just one touch.
Just to know what it felt like.
Fortunately...
The slightly more sensible part of his brain won the argument.
Barely.
He kept both hands exactly where they were, silently reminding himself that curiosity was a terrible excuse to test Zerena’s patience.
One entrance at a time.
Max silently reminded himself of that before slowly extending his tongue toward the place he’d spent the last half hour exploring only through the barrier of her panties.
This time...
There was nothing in the way.
The first taste caught him by surprise.
It was softer than he’d imagined, the sensation completely different from the rough fabric that had separated them before. The familiar scent remained the same, only clearer now that there was nothing left to dull it.
For a brief moment, he simply paused, quietly taking it in.
His curiosity, which had been building ever since he’d first found himself between Zerena’s thighs, finally had its answer.