Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Max was once again left alone in the lab after Zerena left, heading off to do who knew what. Max had no idea what she was planning to do, and honestly, he didn’t really care. All he knew was that she was using the money he’d earned to handle whatever business she had in mind.

And he didn’t mind that at all.

After all, she had just given him a blowjob, and it wasn’t like he actually needed the money. If he wanted to earn some for himself, he could always do that later. So there was no reason for him to worry about what Zerena was spending it on.

That reminded Max that he should probably call Yennefer. So, after finishing up what he was doing, he called her. Half an hour later, she was already waiting outside the lab.

"You came fast?" Max asked as he climbed into her car and took a seat.

"I was nearby. Besides, that mafia bitch has been calling me since early morning..." Yennefer said, looking annoyed as she started the car.

"Ruined my sleep, for fuck’s sake..."

Max looked a little guilty. After all, he was also one of the reasons she hadn’t gotten much sleep.

"So, the potions are ready?" Yennefer asked. The annoyance on her face immediately disappeared, replaced by clear excitement. "Did that person make them?"

Max nodded with a small smile.

"They did."

"All of them?"

"Every single one."

Her eyes lit up.

"They’re all A-grade, right?"

Max nodded again with the same smile before pulling the potions out of his bag and holding them up for her to see. Yennefer’s eyes immediately locked onto them, the greed in her expression becoming almost impossible to hide.

"And he made a few extra ones..." Max added as he pulled out three more potions. Each full batch produced around twelve potions, and since Grace had only asked for twenty—and Max had taken one for himself the previous night—there were three left over.

"If you want, you can sell these at your shop," Max said casually. "Take whatever margin you want, just get me five hundred unit for each."

"I won’t say no to that..." Yennefer said with a wide smile. "Though, you should probably sell them to her. From how desperate she sounded for them, I doubt she’ll mind buying the extras."

"So you don’t want them?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I want them!" she replied, her voice rising slightly.

Max couldn’t help smirking at her reaction as he put the three extra potions into the car’s glove box.

"Then keep them. If she wants more, she can wait for that person to make another batch..." He paused for a moment before adding with a grin, "Though I’m not sure they’ll do it again."

That made Yennefer raise an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Why...?" Max repeated, looking at her as though she’d just asked the most obvious question in the world. A faintly amused smile appeared on his face. "Well, if you were a potion maker capable of producing two batches of potions in a single night, and every one of them came out at A-grade quality, would you really want to keep making potions using such a low-grade recipe?"

Yennefer stared at him for a moment before letting out a chuckle.

"Of course not."

She shook her head slightly, then asked, "So, what are you going to say if she asks for more potions?"

Max reached over and gave her thighs a playful squeeze. When Yennefer didn’t stop him, he smirked.

"I could make some more for her myself," he said casually. "Of course, she’d have to pay me with something more than just money."

Yennefer’s expression immediately soured.

"Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that."

"What?" Max asked innocently.

"Using the potions to get her into bed."

Max shrugged, his grin widening. "I’m just saying, if she wants more potions, we could work something out."

"You idiot." Yennefer shook her head. "Didn’t I already warn you? She isn’t going to fall for something like that."

"So you think she’ll refuse?"

"I think you’ll be lucky if she only refuses." Yennefer gave him a disgusted look. "And not end up swimming aimlessly in some gutter."

Max knew she wasn’t exaggerating.

He’d already searched into the Melmarc family after Zerena had told him about them. Their name had appeared in plenty of news reports involving crimes and all sorts of shady activities—fraud, theft, kidnapping, and who knew what else.

And despite knowing he was the main character of this world, Max was still sane enough to understand one simple thing:

He couldn’t exactly play casting couch with Grace by using the potions as leverage.

Even if he was confident in himself, Grace Melmarc wasn’t someone he could casually push around just because he happened to have something she wanted.

"Don’t worry. I won’t..." Max said as he squeezed her thighs again.

He still couldn’t seem to get enough of them. They were soft, shapely, and had plenty of weight to them, which made it difficult for him to keep his hands to himself.

Her short office skirt made it easy for him to slide his hand higher, while the white shirt she wore, decorated with Victorian-style frills around the sleeves and neck, only added to the oddly formal look.

"I’ll just use the potions as an excuse to get closer to her and look for other opportunities," Max added as his hand moved toward her inner thigh.

He gave her thigh another squeeze, making her spread her legs a little wider.

"So... the long game?" Yennefer asked.

max nodded with dispointed experssion, "unforuntaly yes, have too.."

"It’s not that bad. Knowing a woman a little before shoving your dick down her throat..." Yennefer said with a snarky expression.

Max chuckled.

"You’re still angry about that?"

He leaned closer as he continued squeezing her thighs.

"It’s been days. Besides, because of that, I got to know you a little better too..."

"Oh, really?" Yennefer asked, giving him a skeptical look. "What exactly have you found out about me by putting your penis in my throat?"

Max couldn’t help but grin widely.

For some reason, every time Yennefer emphasized the fact that he’d put his penis in her throat, she made it sound so matter-of-fact that Max found it rather provocative.

There was something oddly erotic about hearing it from her.

"Well, I found out that you give quite amazing blowjobs..." he said, making her glare at him.

She knew it herself, of course, but she couldn’t take pride in it the way Max had expected her to.

"And that you actually love giving them too..." he added.

"I love giving what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow while keeping her attention on the road.

"The blowjobs. I found out last night that you actually love giving them."

Max grinned as he continued.

"When you were sucking me on the couch, you had this expression on your face... I can only describe it as looking like you were eating the tastiest food in the world."

He let out a small chuckle before correcting himself.

"Well... sucking, not eating."

Zerena glared at him when she heard that.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. Max had left her speechless.