Chapter 124: The Deal Keeps Getting Worse (R-18)
Yennefer finished brushing her teeth, rinsed her mouth, and gargled before finally setting the toothbrush aside.
She glanced toward the side of the washroom.
Max was still standing there, watching her.
"Don’t you have somewhere to be?" she asked, giving him an unimpressed look.
"Not for another hour..." Max replied.
He walked over with an easy grin before adding, "But if you let me wash up with you, I’ll get out of your hair as soon as we’re done."
Yennefer narrowed her eyes.
She glanced back at him, an amused look creeping across her face.
"Didn’t you just say I’m just a cum dump for you?" she asked. "Do you wash up with dumps too?"
Max let out a quiet chuckle.
He’d only been trying to make her feel a little useless, but apparently, his mouth had once again betrayed him.
The problem was that Yennefer was simply too beautiful to insult with a straight face for long. Her mature features, confident presence, and curvy figure made that considerably harder than he’d expected.
And as for her body...
It was erotic as hell.
Even after her blowjob had left him thoroughly emptied out, his body had already decided it was time to ignore basic logic and get hard again.
Yennefer noticed.
Her eyes dropped toward him for a brief moment before slowly returning to his face.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously?"
How could she not be amazed?
It almost looked as though the thing didn’t belong to his body at all.
Max was certainly taller than her, but his overall build was surprisingly ordinary—slightly lean, without the kind of massive physique that would make someone expect anything particularly unusual.
And yet, he was carrying something so disproportionately large that it immediately stood out.
It wasn’t even some strange-looking or monstrous thing. It was smooth, well-shaped, and naturally veined enough to look completely normal at first glance.
That was what made the contrast so ridiculous.
Everything about him suggested an ordinary, slightly skinny young man.
Everything below his waist apparently disagreed.
And the fact that he’d already become hard again after her blowjob only made Yennefer stare at him with even greater disbelief.
"Fine, but don’t ask me to suck it again. I don’t want to brush my teeth all over again..." she said.
She stepped into the shower and turned the water on, letting the steady stream quickly fill the room with warm mist.
As she removed her panties, she noticed the dampness they had picked up.
For a brief moment, she froze.
’...Great.’
She’d been hoping Max hadn’t noticed.
Fortunately, with the shower already running, the water quickly washed everything away, giving her an easy excuse to pretend she’d never seen it in the first place.
"I didn’t know you were willing to give me another one..." he said as he stepped into the shower with her.
His eyes dropped toward the area she’d just uncovered, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
"Well, if I’d known that, I wouldn’t have let you clean up so quickly."
"Fuck you. I didn’t do anything willingly. You forced me by offering me those notes..." she said, clearly annoyed.
Max only grinned.
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him as his hands settled over her breasts, his penis between her buttocks.
While trying to get a better look at the area she’d just uncovered, Max noticed the neatly maintained patch of hair.
Unlike Zerena’s, Yennefer’s was well-kept and only slightly overgrown toward the sides. It still looked carefully maintained rather than neglected.
Aside from that, there was barely any other body hair visible—at least none that stood out against her skin.
The warm brown sheen of Yennefer’s skin caught the light beneath the shower, while the fullness of her stomach and thighs made her figure look even more striking.
Max leaned closer, brushing his lips against her ear as he spoke.
"You accepted them, didn’t you? So it isn’t forced. You could’ve rejected the deal if you didn’t want to do it..."
Yennefer arched her neck slightly as he moved from her ear toward her neck.
His hands drifted lower from her breasts to her stomach, gently tracing the soft curves there.
"I accepted them before I knew what kind of perverted bastard you actually were," she said, clearly annoyed. "I didn’t realize you wouldn’t even care about my age, or that you’d be this obsessed with an old woman’s body."
She gave him a pointed look.
"Hell, if I were some young milf, I could at least understand it. But I’m well past even the cougar age."
She wasn’t entirely wrong.
There really was something strange about Max’s preferences. Who in their right mind would be this interested in a woman her age, especially after repeatedly calling her an old hag and insisting that her body was nothing more than a convenient cum dump?
"And now you want to use my body like a canvas painting using your cum." she added with a tired glare.
Max smirked. She wasn’t exactly wrong, and he wasn’t about to pretend otherwise.
He leaned in and captured her lips in another deep kiss, his tongue slipping against hers.
Yennefer reluctantly responded, her hesitation obvious.
She didn’t particularly want to encourage him, but she was afraid that if she rejected even this, Max would simply find something else to demand from her later.
Max’s hand drifted lower across her stomach until it reached the neatly groomed patch of hair.
His fingers brushed through it, ruffling the carefully maintained strands and earning a soft moan from Yennefer.
She instinctively caught his wrist, but with his lips still holding hers in the kiss, she couldn’t do much more than grip him tightly and try to regain some control over the situation.
She couldn’t voice a protest as he kept his hand there, gently massaging the area above her thighs. He seemed fascinated by how soft her skin felt beneath his touch.
Still, her grip around his wrist kept him from moving any lower.
Max didn’t push it.
Instead, his hand shifted upward, catching the small amount of softness at the bottom of her stomach and giving it a playful squeeze.
The touch made her moan softly against his lips.
A moment later, Yennefer finally managed to free her tongue and pull back from the kiss. She immediately glanced down at Max’s hands, her expression turning stern.
"Don’t touch me there..."