Chapter 133: I Keep Giving Him More

"Hehehehe..."

Yennefer laughed mockingly, exaggerating her expression as though she were imitating some ridiculously innocent young woman.

"Did you seriously picture me as some naïve little girl who’d smack your chest while pretending to be offended?"

She lightly tapped his chest with the back of her fingers, putting on an exaggeratedly sweet expression.

"’You meanie...’"

The fake sweetness lasted barely a second before her expression twisted into an amused smirk.

"fuck face."

Max chuckled again, amused by how closely she’d followed his instructions. Still, he couldn’t resist pointing out the irony.

Instead of saying anything, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few neatly folded sheets of paper.

"Though, our deal was that you’d get more notes whenever you helped me get what I wanted. But since this was your first time..."

He held the papers out to her.

There weren’t many—only six or seven pages of average length—but the moment Yennefer saw them, her entire attitude changed.

She took them almost immediately.

"You aren’t a complete bastard, you know," Yennefer said, flipping through the pages. "You actually know how to stop people from wanting to smack that stupid face of yours."

She started reading through a few of the notes, but Max was still standing close enough that his crotch remained pressed against her stomach. She could feel him getting hard again.

Of course, she hadn’t exactly expected anything different.

She’d practically invited him into the shop at this hour, when there was no one else around, handed him exactly what he’d wanted, and was now standing there with him pressed against her.

With Max, that was practically the equivalent of hanging a sign on the door saying:

Come in. Privacy guaranteed. Bad decisions encouraged.

Yennefer sighed and kept reading.

She already knew he was going to try something.

And that was when Max casually slipped one hand beneath her shirt while reaching into his own pocket with the other.

A moment later, he pulled out a small red-colored potion and held it up between them.

"Take this as payment for those herbs..." he said, handing it over with an easy grin.

Then he added in a quieter voice,

"Just don’t let Zerena hear about it..."

She caught the potion and immediately looked at it with a hint of surprise.

"This is worth far more than those herbs. You could probably buy seven or eight batches with this."

She had already slipped the potion into her pocket as she spoke. The gesture made her answer clear enough—she’d accepted it. Her question was less about refusing the payment and more about making sure Max wasn’t expecting something else in return.

"No. You can keep it," Max said casually.

His other hand slipped beneath her shirt, resting against the warmth of her back as he gave her an amused look.

"But if you really want to give me something in return..."

He paused, his grin widening.

"How about a few kisses?"

She smirked, clearly amused by how quickly he’d managed to get her into this situation again.

’He’s still an immature brat...’

Yet, despite the thought, she was already leaning closer. She opened her mouth and waited.

Max barely had time to react before he leaned in and offered his tongue.

Yennefer immediately caught it with her lips, sucking it in without hesitation.

To Max, that was surprisingly significant progress.

Usually, even when things had already gone far beyond simple kissing, the first step had still been an ordinary kiss—their lips meeting before anything more intimate followed.

Yennefer had just skipped that entirely.

She’d gone straight for his tongue.

Considering how long it had taken her to become this comfortable with him, Max couldn’t help feeling pleased.

If she was already willing to initiate something like this without needing an excuse or a reward first, then perhaps it wouldn’t be long before she treated kissing him the same way Zerena had begun to.

Max made sure she followed through, lifting her by the thighs and settling her onto the counter.

The sudden change caught her off guard, and the notes in her hand were quickly forgotten. Instead, Yennefer reached up, grabbed his face, and pulled him into another kiss.

This time, she didn’t seem interested in stopping anytime soon.

Her leg wrapped around him, drawing him closer as she continued kissing him. Max kept one hand on her thigh, occasionally giving it a playful squeeze, while his other hand rested against her breast.

Every so often, he caught her tongue between his lips, drawing it into the kiss before letting her take control again.

Yennefer’s hands remained around his face, her fingers shifting slightly as the kiss grew more intense. Her leg tightened around him as she pressed herself closer, and the longer they kissed, the harder it became for either of them to remember that she’d originally come here simply to get max his herbs.

A few minutes later, Yennefer finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

Max, however, seemed nowhere near finished. He simply shifted his attention to her neck, pressing a few lingering kisses along her skin.

Yennefer allowed him to continue, one hand settling in his hair as she looked slightly troubled.

She’d already made a plan for this.

If Max tried anything like this, she was supposed to make him work for it—make him beg, or at the very least suffer a little before giving in.

Instead, she’d surrendered far more easily than she’d expected.

Perhaps it couldn’t be helped. Max had gained far too much leverage over her, and he’d already proven remarkably good at using it.

Still, she hadn’t expected herself to give in this easily.

Then again...

It was hard to complain when he’d practically handed her the notes she needed along with an A-grade potion for almost nothing.

Once she’d caught her breath, Yennefer reached up, caught Max by the face, and pulled him back into another kiss.

This time, she was the one taking the initiative, meeting his tongue without hesitation.

By now, she knew perfectly well that the way they kissed was anything but graceful or romantic. It was messy, intense, and far more intimate than the kind of kissing she’d once considered normal.

And yet...

Max clearly preferred it that way.

Strangely enough, Yennefer was beginning to understand why.

Even an ordinary kiss meant sharing saliva and breath. Once she’d already crossed that particular line, the difference between a simple kiss and the much more intense way Max liked to kiss didn’t seem nearly as important anymore.