Chapter 162: A Rather Erotic Makeover (R-18)

"I am cumming..." Max announced.

Yennefer hurriedly squeezed her breasts tighter, changing the space between them as Max continued moving.

Somehow, it almost felt like a physics problem.

If two elastic objects were squeezed together, wouldn’t the area between them become compressed and force whatever was caught between them to move somewhere else? And if that pressure was concentrated in one direction, then technically, the available space in that direction should increase.

Or something like that.

Max wasn’t exactly sure about the science.

But the results seemed to support his theory.

The space between her breasts somehow seemed to extend farther, allowing him to move more before the tip briefly peeked out again—only to disappear between them once more.

For a moment, Max felt like he’d suffered a genuine defeat against those enormous breasts.

He was so close, though, that giving up wasn’t an option.

He sped up, making the whole situation shake with the movement, while Yennefer let out a startled moan from the impact.

Max placed both hands beside her face, his expression turning intensely focused as a few rough grunts escaped him.

After everything he’d gone through to get this far, there was no way he was letting the Breast Barrier win now.

But unfortunately, Max was beaten in the end.

Despite Yennefer’s best attempt to contain the situation, Max’s final attempt ended in a completely unexpected direction.

His timing was so ridiculously unlucky that the aftermath ended up on her face.

For anyone else, that might have counted as an embarrassing defeat.

For Max?

Absolutely not.

This was a NovelPhoenix.

In this world, things like that somehow counted as a perfectly acceptable outcome—and judging by the huge grin spreading across Max’s face, he certainly wasn’t complaining.

If anything, he looked like he’d just discovered that losing could sometimes be another form of winning.

As she instinctively closed her eyes and leaned closer, Yennefer’s grip loosened slightly.

Max’s next attempt ended up between her breasts, but another unexpected result reached her face again.

Normally, any man would have been finished by that point.

Normally.

Max, however, had already used the System to upgrade himself.

Apparently, the upgrade had taken the concept of "finishing" as a personal challenge.

His body jerked again as the aftermath reached her face again, followed by another weaker movement that left more evidence across her upper chest.

Yennefer instinctively tilted her head back, no longer even bothering to dodge.

Max let out one final grunt, the last of his strength leaving him as he finally stopped.

He looked completely breathless, his vision slightly blurry as he looked down at Yennefer.

Despite the aftermath covering her face, Max could barely make out the details through his unfocused vision.

Yet somehow, he was still smirking.

Her face was already glistening with sweat, but now Max’s semen had left the aftermath looking even messier.

It streaked across her lips and one cheek, with splatters reaching farther up toward her temple and hairline. Small traces had begun slowly running down her flushed skin, following the curves of her cheeks before collecting around her jaw and nose.

A few thin trails continued downward from both sides of her nose, catching the light against her sweaty skin.

The whole sight was undeniably messy but erotic.

Yennefer stared daggers at him, her anger obvious even with her lips slightly parted and traces of semen still visible on her face.

The sight triggered another thought in Max’s mind—one that was probably better left unspoken.

He wanted to see her like this again.

There was something about the contrast between her furious expression and the undeniable evidence of what had just happened that caught his attention far more than it should have.

Part of him knew it was a ridiculous thought.

Another part of him was already imagining making a habit of leaving her face covered in his semen whenever he got the chance.

And, obviously, unbeknownst to Max, Yennefer was far from amused by his thinking.

"Can’t you release in between them? Why my face?" she complained, wiping at her cheek with an irritated expression. "Now I won’t be able to get the smell out of my nose."

She already couldn’t get the smell out of her nose, and the latest mess had only made it stronger.

Yennefer slowly opened her breasts, and surprisingly, she didn’t look nearly as angry as Max had expected.

A few thin strings of semen stretched between them for a moment before snapping apart, leaving small streaks across her skin. More of it had already gathered in the folds of her breasts, while the lingering warmth made the aftermath impossible for her to ignore.

Max’s penis was still resting between her breasts, surrounded by the unmistakable evidence of what had just happened.

Yennefer glanced down at the mess with an exhausted, almost defeated expression.

There was no outrage left in her face. No shocked reaction, either.

Just a long, silent look of resignation—as if she had finally accepted that arguing with Max about this ridiculous situation was simply not worth the effort anymore.

"I did that too..." Max said with a smirk.

His penis finally went limp much faster than before, and he could already feel his body growing heavy with exhaustion.

Yet somehow, he still wasn’t completely satisfied.

He glanced down at the messy aftermath on Yennefer’s breasts, then looked back at her with the same shameless expression.

A little of the semen was still visible on his face as well.

Max casually wiped at it, then grinned.

"Clean it up a bit?"

She glared at him again.

But instead of saying anything, Yennefer simply opened her mouth and took his limp penis into her mouth, leaving Max momentarily speechless.

She continued to suck on it, and the sudden sensation made her breathing noticeably heavier. Max’s reaction was immediate—a strained moan escaping him as he clenched his hands against her breasts.

Even after everything that had already happened, some stuck semen was still released, making Max’s eyes water from the intensity.

His hips shifted forward instinctively, as though his body had reacted before his brain could catch up.

Max’s hips remained close to her as Yennefer continued for a few more seconds before finally stopping.

She swallowed, and Max watched through his still-teary eyes, clearly surprised by how committed she was to cleaning up the aftermath.

Then Yennefer began carefully wiping away the remaining mess, making sure nothing was left behind.

Once she was done, Yennefer looked up at him with an exhausted expression.

"Happy?"

Max stared at her.

For a few seconds, he said nothing.

Then his expression collapsed into the unmistakable look of a man who had just been handed a disappointing reward after completing an absurdly difficult quest.

He slowly shook his head.

"Can you suck it a little longer?"

Yennefer’s eyes narrowed.

"Fuck off. Next you’re going to ask me to keep going until you cum again..."

Yennefer grabbed Max and pushed him away from her face.

"This is enough. Now get off me..."

But Max stayed there for a little longer, staring at her with the most pitiful puppy eyes he could manage.

Unfortunately for him, Yennefer wasn’t falling for it.

At least, she was trying not to.

To her, Max looked anything but cute right now. If anything, that ridiculous expression was making it harder to remember why she shouldn’t give in.

Because the truth was, a part of her did want to give in and do it again another time.

But she knew herself well enough to understand the problem. If she gave in now, saying no to him the next time would only become harder. And she absolutely couldn’t let that happen.

"No..."

Yennefer shook her head firmly, using both hands to push Max away.

"Enough is enough..."

This time, Max finally gave in and reluctantly got off her.

Yennefer immediately scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the washroom, looking thoroughly fed up.

"It’s so disgusting staying this long with your cum all over my face..."

She grumbled the complaint under her breath as she disappeared into the washroom, clearly in no mood to deal with Max anymore.

Max could only sigh.

But Max soon found himself smiling again.

He’d managed to cum three times today, and each time had happened in places he’d never experienced with Zerena.

As far as Max was concerned, he’d conquered some completely new territory.

And naturally, that only gave him another goal.

He wanted to conquer the same territory with Zerena someday too.

For now, Max was still smiling as he hurried after Yennefer, unwilling to miss even a moment of seeing her while she was changing and cleaning herself up.

She was already washing her face when he entered, and she had even started brushing her teeth, grumbling something under her breath.

Max couldn’t make out the words, but judging by her angry expression, he was fairly certain she was cursing him.

Naturally, he ignored that possibility.

He stepped closer and casually rested a hand at her waist before saying, "Well, try to make some more time tomorrow. I’ll be teaching you some potion making too..."

Yennefer finally looked at him.

There was no mistaking what he meant.

Max wasn’t asking her to spend all her time with him tomorrow.

He was simply making it very clear that potion making would be taking up only a small portion of whatever time she was willing to give him.