Chapter 157: A Reasonable Number of Times (R-18)

Yennefer lay on top of Max, her embarrassment still lingering from everything that had happened. Yet despite that embarrassment, her attitude had clearly changed. She pressed herself against his penis, then began kissing and sucking at his neck and ears, almost as though she were already trying to prepare him for another round.

For someone who had been so mortified only moments ago, she certainly wasn’t acting like she wanted things to end anytime soon.

Not that Max needed much encouragement to get in the mood. He was already ready, and Yennefer could feel his body responding almost immediately as she continued moving against him. She could feel the heat of his body beneath her, though the lingering stickiness from her own release and sweat still made her feel somewhat disgusted.

Yet, despite the discomfort and embarrassment, she still didn’t want to pull away from him.

Not that Max had asked her to. He was simply enjoying the attention, his hands moving slowly over her back as he caressed her and gently squeezed her curves and waist.

After a while, Yennefer lifted her head, pulling her face away from his neck. She looked at him for a moment before asking,

"You wanna do it again?"

Max wanted to tease her by asking if she wanted to do it again, but he was afraid she might actually say no. He didn’t want to take that chance, so instead he nodded enthusiastically.

"Then let’s just wash up a bit. I hate getting sticky..."

Max looked disappointed. He actually liked getting sticky with women. After everything he’d experienced with Yennefer, he might have even gotten a little addicted to it. During the earlier encounter, he’d ended up making quite a mess between her thighs, leaving both of them sweaty as she kept orgasming and squirting several times. Even then, neither of them had stopped, and they had simply kept going.

But Max figured he could get Yennefer used to it over the coming days. He nodded, though he couldn’t resist adding a little teasing before they left.

He smirked at her and said, "You should’ve thought about that before spraying all that squirt on me..."

The reminder immediately made Yennefer remember that, technically, this entire mess was her doing.

Yennefer blushed again, clearly growing impatient with Max’s teasing. She sat up while remaining on top of him and gave him an irritated look.

"Do you wanna do it or not?"

Max chuckled and grabbed her waist, clearly amused by how quickly her embarrassment was turning into impatience.

"I do. I just want to do it one more time like this first. Then we’ll wash up properly, and after that, we can do more."

Yennefer stared at him for a moment, realizing exactly what he was proposing. Somehow, she’d gone from trying to end the situation to impatiently asking him whether he wanted to continue.

Yennefer stared at him with a stunned, almost disbelieving expression, as if she genuinely couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

"What do you think I am? Some kind of one-hole? I can’t have that much sex in one day! If I did, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for two days..."

Her expression twisted into pure exasperation as she shook her head at him.

"Just once more is enough. And I still have to get back to work..."

With that, Yennefer carefully shifted her weight and moved away from Max, finally getting off the bed and putting some distance between them. She paused for a moment to steady herself and regain her composure before looking back at him.

For a brief moment, Yennefer hesitated. A part of her actually wanted to stay there a little longer, and that realization embarrassed her almost as much as everything that had already happened.

’What the hell am I doing?’ she thought, quickly pushing the temptation aside. If she stayed, she knew Max would immediately get ideas—although, judging by everything he’d already done, he probably had more than enough ideas already.

So she forced herself to get up and head toward the washroom before she could change her mind.

"Just wash up if you wanna do it. Otherwise, once I’m washed up, you can forget about it..."

Max hurried after her toward the washroom, a wide grin already spreading across his face.

"I do, I do..."

He caught up with her just as she reached the doorway, following her inside with the same shameless smile.

"And I understand you can’t have that much sex in one day," he continued, raising his hands as though making a perfectly reasonable argument. "But I at least want some every day, so I won’t be entertaining any excuses..."

Yennefer glanced back at him, already regretting giving him even that much encouragement.

Her expression grew increasingly annoyed as she listened to him.

"As long as you’re teaching me to make potions..." she said, clearly making sure he understood the condition.

She turned on the shower and gave him an exasperated look.

"You can have sex with me daily—as long as you keep it to a reasonable number of times."

For Max, a "reasonable number" of times to have sex in a day was a very flexible concept.

One or two times?

That was barely getting started.

A dozen times?

Now that sounded reasonable.

Anything beyond that?

Well... if he still had enough energy to stand afterward, surely it couldn’t be considered excessive.

Unfortunately, Yennefer had no idea that Max’s definition of "reasonable" was completely different from that of a normal human being.

So when he simply nodded in agreement, she looked satisfied, believing he had finally understood her limits.

Max, meanwhile, had already interpreted the agreement in his own way.

Reasonable. Got it.

For him, that basically meant as many as possible without technically dying.

Yennefer had no idea what she had just agreed to.

As they stood together beneath the shower, Yennefer faced Max, her hands moving over him and stroking his penis almost absentmindedly. But when she touched his stomach, her cheeks immediately grew warm.

The memory came rushing back.

She remembered how completely she’d lost control, how she’d ended up making a mess across his chest. At the time, the pleasure had been so overwhelming that it barely felt real. It had been like slipping into some ridiculous dream that she would wake from and pretend had never happened.

But now she was standing here, cleaning herself up and seeing the aftermath with her own eyes.

It had happened.

She had actually done all of that.

And somehow, realizing that made the memory even harder to dismiss.

Yennefer swallowed and looked away, annoyed with herself.

’Why am I thinking about it again?’

She should have been embarrassed. She should have wanted nothing more than to forget the whole thing.

Instead, beneath all that embarrassment, there was another feeling she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She wanted to feel it again.

And as she absentmindedly continued stroking him, her attention remained caught up in her own thoughts. Almost without realizing it, she began moving her hand along him and letting the motion drift toward her stomach, lingering around her navel.

The sensation felt strangely arousing, and the familiarity of it brought the earlier encounter rushing back to her mind. She remembered how close he had been to that same spot while moving inside her, making her cheeks grow warm all over again.

And somehow, that only made her want him even more. Her breath caught harder as the desire grew, making it increasingly difficult for her to care about cleaning either of them properly.

Max certainly didn’t seem concerned.

Instead of bothering with the shower, he simply leaned closer, paying attention to her neck and ear as though sweat and everything else were completely irrelevant.

’Is he a dog or what?’

Yennefer couldn’t help but wonder.

Yet despite the thought, she didn’t stop him.

She simply stood there, letting him do whatever he wanted around her ear and neck, her earlier determination to remain sensible slowly disappearing beneath the growing temptation.

Her body grew hot again as she moaned, her hand moving more insistently as she continued touching his penis. Even now, she found herself moving it away from her navel and lower along her body, the motion making her breathing grow heavier.

Yennefer tilted her face upward, her cheeks flushed as she silently leaned closer and puckered her lips, clearly inviting Max to kiss her.

At this point, she wasn’t even pretending that she was trying to resist him anymore.

And who could blame her?

Max had been teasing and playing with her body the entire time, leaving Yennefer far more affected than she wanted to admit. The memory of having him inside her—and the overwhelming sense of fullness she’d felt—had left a lasting impression.

She wanted to experience that feeling again.

Maybe not again and again...

But at least one more time.

She wanted to orgasm from it one more time.

During the last encounter, she’d been so overwhelmed that she’d barely been conscious of the progression. She had already reached one orgasm before everything became a blur, and because both experiences had lasted so long, she couldn’t even remember which one had happened first.

That bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

This time, she wanted to actually experience it from beginning to end—to remain aware of every moment instead of simply losing herself in the pleasure.

Just once, she wanted to know exactly what it felt like.