Free Web NovelChapter 32: The Coward’s Route (R-18)
Somewhere along the way, Max completely forgot about using the rune.
At this point, though, it hardly mattered.
The arousal meter kept climbing anyway.
Apparently, all it took was him sucking on her breasts with a little more enthusiasm than before.
Zerena never told him to stop.
If anything, the opposite happened.
The soft sounds escaping her only grew louder, her breathing becoming less steady as the minutes dragged on. One of her hands had settled on the back of his head at some point, and instead of pushing him away, she occasionally applied just enough pressure to keep him where he was.
Not enough to openly encourage him.
Just enough to make leaving feel like the wrong decision.
And for someone like Max, whose brain already specialized in finding evidence for things it wanted to believe, that tiny detail was catastrophically dangerous.
By the time he pulled back again, her slightly faded pinkish nipples were practically shining, coated in enough saliva to catch the light whenever he moved.
From this close, Max was forced to acknowledge a very important scientific discovery.
They looked surprisingly similar to cherries.
Not normal cherries.
The expensive kind that showed up in advertisements and somehow always looked better than the ones you actually bought.
The cherries remained firm beneath the sheen of saliva, tiny ridges standing out clearly now. Every time his tongue brushed over them, he could feel the subtle texture, and his brain—rather than behaving like a functioning human brain—immediately decided this was fascinating research that deserved further investigation.
Naturally, this led to more licking. ƒrēewebnovel.com
For science.
Meanwhile, Max’s hands had hardly remained idle.
His attention wandered across the rest of her body whenever opportunity presented itself, exploring what he could without drawing too much attention to himself. He enjoyed caressing her thighs, occasionally giving them a squeeze, while his hands sometimes drifted toward her waist and stomach as well.
The buttocks, however?
Yeah... that was still classified as dangerous territory.
Not because he lacked curiosity.
Far from it.
he lacked courage.
So he settled for safer targets.
Relatively safer, anyway.
His mouth never really left its assignment, while Zerena had long since stopped pretending to focus on anything else. At some point both of her hands had found their way into his hair, fingers tightening occasionally as they rested there.
And then something strange started happening.
Without seeming to realize it herself, she kept subtly guiding him around whenever he shifted, her hands making tiny adjustments before settling again.
Max noticed.
Of course he noticed.
Max noticed everything.
Or at least everything his MC brain considered important.
Which, admittedly, was a very questionable filtering system.
Still, before he could spend too much time analyzing that particular development, reality delivered a surprise of its own.
Time. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Apparently, time had continued moving.
Rude, honestly.
Because when he finally glanced toward the system, he discovered that half an hour had already passed.
Actually—
more than half an hour.
The notifications had already appeared several moments ago.
[Forbidden Act Progress: Breast Sucking]
[Routine Exposure — Day 1 Complete]
For a moment, Max was tempted to keep going.
Honestly, stopping now felt almost criminal.
But then again, it wasn’t like this was some once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Barring sudden death, divine intervention, or Zerena finally deciding to throw him off the terrace, there would be tomorrow.
That thought alone made the decision slightly easier.
Only slightly.
So, with considerable reluctance, he finally pulled back and let go, taking a small breath as though he had just completed a particularly demanding research project.
"It’s done for now..." he said.
The words came out sounding calmer than he felt.
Internally, meanwhile, Max was already comforting himself with future scheduling.
Tomorrow exists.
Zerena nodded, a faint sheen of sweat visible along her neck as she brushed a few loose strands of hair aside.
"Then next—"
She didn’t even get to finish.
Max had already grabbed both of her wrists and started raising them.
"Stop."
The word came out so fast—and so loudly—that Max immediately let go like he’d just touched a live wire.
Zerena slowly turned her head toward him.
The glare that followed could’ve probably qualified as a low-grade offensive spell.
Max straightened instantly.
"Let’s do the kissing first," Zerena said flatly.
A pause.
Then she pointed at him.
"I am not kissing you after you’ve been licking my sweaty armpits."
"Does that system of yours explain what type of kiss it has to be, a simple French one or the disgusting way, you were sucking my breasts earlier?" she asked, sounding even more frustrated now.
Max opened his mouth.
Then closed it again.
A rare occurrence.
Because for once, he genuinely had no answer.
The system, in its infinite wisdom, had neglected to provide a detailed user manual.
And the bigger problem was that Max had absolutely no experience to draw from.
He had never kissed anyone before.
Not once.
He had never kissed before, so naturally he didn’t know what counted as normal kissing— let alone whatever category Zerena was currently worried about.
Still... considering how absurdly aroused he already was, the word disgusting less discouraging than it probably should have.
So after a brief pause, he said, "The last one."
That earned him another long, suffering sigh from Zerena.
At this point, Max was starting to grow genuinely curious.
’Do people sigh more as they get older...?’
Or did life simply annoy you enough that sighing evolved into a primary form of communication?
"Well, at least that makes things easier..." Zerena said with a sigh. "I don’t have to teach you anything. First kisses are usually gross enough on their own."
She sounded less embarrassed than annoyed—as if this entire situation had somehow become another item on a very unfortunate to-do list.
Resting a hand against her shoulder, she shook her head.
"Still, if you have questions..." she began, immediately looking like she regretted offering.
A look of visible repulsion crossed her face.
"Just do the same way you were sucking my breasts earlier." Closing her eyes, she let out a long sigh.
