As Max took a short break from licking her armpits, his gaze drifted upward.

With one arm still raised above her head, her armpit remained completely exposed—and so did far more of her breasts than before.

Despite having seen them twice already, their size still managed to surprise him.

Somehow, they looked even fuller from this angle.

His eyes lingered on the dark pink nipples, surrounded by areolae of the same muted shade, spread across the generous, elongated curves of her breasts. They covered just a little less than a quarter of each breast, standing out vividly against the rest of her skin.

Max found himself staring again.

Honestly, he was beginning to think he’d been right from the start.

Some things simply refused to become less impressive no matter how many times you saw them.

These were definitely one of them.

And now, with both of her arms raised, the soft pinkish skin of her armpits framed her chest almost like accessories that somehow made her already impressive breasts look even more striking.

Max honestly hadn’t expected armpits to contribute this much to someone’s overall appearance.

Life continued proving that reality possessed a disturbingly large collection of things nobody had ever bothered putting in biology textbooks.

His gaze wandered higher.

She barely wore any makeup, yet what little she had subtly darkened her eyes, making them stand out even more. Years of smoking had left her lips with a naturally deeper shade as well, adding to the mature charm she carried so effortlessly.

It all came together surprisingly well.

The faint wrinkles near her eyes.

The occasional strand of gray hidden among her hair.

Instead of drawing attention to her age, they somehow blended into the overall picture, becoming details his eyes simply skipped over.

"What are you looking at? Just get it over with," Zerena said.

She lowered her arms, earning a small look of disappointment from Max.

Still... if lowering them meant the whole thing lasted a little longer, he wasn’t exactly going to argue.

She shifted closer without really thinking about it. At this point she was practically sitting on top of him, her hips resting against his thighs while her legs loosely hugged his sides. Resting one arm over his shoulder, she rolled it slightly before muttering,

"My arms were starting to get heavy."

Max gave a distracted nod.

Truthfully, he barely processed the words.

This was the closest he’d ever been to a woman in either of his lives.

His previous self would’ve probably short-circuited several minutes ago.

As Max watched Zerena lower her arms, she instinctively reached behind herself, squeezing one shoulder before rolling it slowly.

Honestly, he wasn’t surprised.

Carrying those enormous mounds around all day had to qualify as a full-time upper-body workout.

Gravity had clearly declared war on her years ago, and her shoulders were the ones paying the tax.

Now that her arms were lowered again, her breasts settled naturally against her body, their weight pulling them down until her nipples rested close to her thighs.

Max genuinely had no idea how she’d lived with them for so many years.

His eyes eventually wandered back up to her face.

Normally, a pair of glasses hid much of her expression, but without them there was nothing soft about her appearance.

Her eyes carried that permanently uninterested, faintly lazy look that somehow managed to make her seem like she was silently judging everyone around her. The sort of woman most people would probably label a bitch within five minutes of meeting her—whether she actually deserved it or not.

Of course...

Max didn’t mind in the slightest.

If anything, it somehow made the whole situation even more exciting.

There was something strangely satisfying about the fact that a woman who looked so completely unimpressed with the world was still sitting here, reluctantly allowing him to carry out one ridiculous system task after another.

There was something about that cold, perpetually unimpressed look she wore that made Max’s brain want to see it break.

Not disappear.

Just crack.

To see her actually writhe with pleasure.

To give her so much pleasure that she started craving him instead of merely tolerating his ridiculous system tasks.

In other words...

He wanted to make her genuinely interested.

Yeah.

That probably sounded like something a hopeless simp would think.

Which was unfortunate.

Because Max had spent practically his entire previous life being exactly that.

Sure, he’d transmigrated into another world, awakened a miraculous system, and even gained a front-row seat to the lives of people who would’ve been main characters back on Earth.

But old habits died hard.

His hands rested around her waist.

It was still slim, but with such generous breasts and big, wide thighs, it was only natural that there were a few soft folds of flesh along the front of her stomach. Not nearly deep enough to trap food or anything ridiculous like that—just enough to frame her deep navel and make it appear even deeper than it actually was. One gentle fold stretched from one side of her waist to the other, subtly following the curve of her abdomen.

As his eyes returned to her face.

Despite the glare she was giving him, he didn’t bother looking away this time.

"That’s why I stopped..." he said simply.

For the first time in a while, Zerena looked genuinely surprised.

"...You don’t have to," Zerena said. "My shoulders hurting still ranks below everything you’ve already talked me into today."

That answer made Max’s bright expression wilt slightly.

Without another word, Zerena raised both arms again, crossing them behind her head.

’Suit yourself...’

Max shrugged inwardly before leaning back into the task. His mouth returned to her armpit while his hands, having apparently concluded they had no better place to be, settled lower.

They naturally found her butt.

It was every bit as generous as her breasts, and with her wide thighs there was simply... a lot of her to hold onto.

Not that Max considered this a problem.

Quite the opposite.

His hands had never complained about having too much work before, and today wasn’t about to become their first formal grievance.

Technically, today’s task had already been completed several minutes ago.

The system wasn’t asking for any more.

This part?

This was entirely Max.

He was simply enjoying the extra time he’d very thoughtfully—and, in hindsight, brilliantly—added for himself earlier.

[Forbidden Act Progress: Armpit licking]

[Routine Exposure — Day 1 Complete]