Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Zerena found herself smiling before she even realized it.

The realization caught her slightly off guard.

A week ago, the idea of smiling because Max had received another batch of absurdly perverted system tasks would’ve sounded completely insane.

Those ridiculous tasks had quietly turned into a surprisingly reliable source of income.

Considering how much money they’d been making lately, perhaps her reaction wasn’t quite as unreasonable as it first seemed.

Keeping the smile, she looked at Max.

"So," she asked, "how many points can you earn from these ones?"

"Not as many as the previous tasks," Max admitted. "But they can be repeated more than once a day. Though the old tasks disappeared. So, we won’t be gettiing any more Forbidden Points from doing those."

A faint look of disappointment crossed Zerena’s face.

She’d been hoping they could keep collecting points from both.

After a brief pause, she asked,

"Can you still keep up our potion production with these?"

"That depends on how many times we do them," Max said.

He walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of water, absentmindedly tucking his penis back beneath the waistband of his pants before taking a drink.

"They’re..." He paused for a moment before continuing. "A bit more perverted."

Zerena raised an eyebrow.

"How much more?"

Max glanced toward her.

His eyes instinctively drifted to her chest. Even after everything that had happened over the past week, her nipples still hadn’t completely relaxed.

"They both involve one of us having an orgasm," he admitted.

He no longer bothered pretending to act embarrassed whenever the system assigned another ridiculous task. The only evidence of his lingering awkwardness was the faint blush that still colored his cheeks whenever he actually had to say the words out loud.

Zerena looked mildly surprised.

Then she sighed.

Honestly...

She’d expected something along those lines.

After everything the system had already demanded over the past several days, the tasks escalating again felt less like a shock and more like an inevitability.

"Fine," she said with another tired sigh. "What else?"

She looked at him knowingly.

"I know that perverted system of yours isn’t going to stop at just that."

Max looked away from her face as he answered.

Standing beside the refrigerator, he slid the half-filled bottle back onto one of the shelves before closing the door. His gaze drifted downward for just a moment.

A broad grin immediately spread across his face.

Even through the black lace, he could spot the faint damp patch on her panties.

"They’re..." he began, scratching the back of his neck. "A little more extreme."

He cleared his throat.

"The first task says Aunt has to orgasm while masturbating in front of me... and I have to help you for the reward to count."

He paused for only a heartbeat before continuing.

"And for the second one..." His eyes briefly flickered toward her panties again. "I have to orgasm using your panties."

Silence.

Zerena simply stared at him.

Then, very slowly, her expression twisted into exactly the look he’d expected.

Shock, disgust and the weary resignation of someone whose expectations had somehow been met in the worst possible way.

The system, true to form, hadn’t disappointed.

It had once again managed to produce tasks that no reasonably functioning person would’ve ever imagined assigning.

Zerena closed her eyes for a moment before letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

"...Of course it did."

When she opened them again, her expression had settled into reluctant practicality.

"How many Forbidden Points do they give?" she asked.

"Roughly..." Max said, rubbing the back of his neck. "If we only did the panties task, we’d have to complete it about three times to earn enough Forbidden Points for one batch of Minor Healing Potions."

As he spoke, his eyes wandered downward almost on instinct.

His gaze lingered on the black lace covering her hips.

For one dangerously hopeful second, he wondered if the fabric might reveal something it had absolutely no intention of revealing.

It didn’t.

Life, as usual, remained stubbornly opposed to free previews.

"The other task works about the same," he continued. "If Aunt masturbates and has an orgasm while I help you, it’ll also give enough points after around three times."

He paused.

"There is one difference, though."

Max frowned thoughtfully.

"The reward gets cut in half after the third time in a day."

He glanced back at her.

"So if we only relied on that task, we’d need to do it around nine times before I’d have enough points to make two batches of potions."

Even saying the number out loud sounded a little absurd.

Nine.

His imagination immediately supplied an image of Zerena glaring at him somewhere around the seventh round while questioning every terrible decision that had led her to this point in life.

Max wisely kept that particular vision to himself.

"But..." he added, "if we do both tasks every day, I should still be able to make two batches without any problems."

"What about the one where you have to orgasm?" Zerena asked.

She sounded genuinely thoughtful.

By the time the discussion resumed, the two of them had already settled back onto the bed. Max’s hands had once again wandered to their now customary resting place, absentmindedly fondling her breasts while they talked.

Remarkably...

She didn’t even seem to notice anymore.

"There’s no daily limit on that one," Max answered. "The reward stays the same no matter how many times we do it."

He paused.

"The only restriction is that your panties have to be worn for at least a few hours first before they count."

Zerena slowly lowered a hand over her face.

"...Who comes up with these things?"

She sounded less angry than genuinely baffled now.

"And why specifically used panties?" she muttered. "Why not just... any pair?"

She looked at Max as though expecting him to somehow possess the secret wisdom behind deranged systems.

Max looked right back.

Then shrugged.

He was the poor idiot following the instructions, not the lunatic writing them.

Instead of trying to answer, he simply continued absentmindedly fondling her breasts, his hands moving almost automatically while his attention drifted toward the familiar arousal meter hovering above her head.

Even after the conversation had wandered this far away from the actual tasks, the bar remained comfortably over halfway full.

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