SSS Ranked Taboo Student-Chapter 241: Shoot Licence acquired!

Briar watched with wide eyes. Not expecting things to turn out this way.

Valeria receiving back shots over the shooting counter and Max spilling his seeds over her ass.

Briar felt horny. Her whole being wanted to be subjected to such acts.

But she was a virgin, a secret she knew that would soon be exposed.

Contrary to her reserved self. Viktoria fingered herself to the sight of Max’s brutal back shots with her twin sister on the receiving end.

"Hmmmmmm!" She moaned loudly and came on her fingers.

Max saw this and felt his lust reignite. However, he managed to quickly subdue his emotions.

"Hmmmm-." Relishing the warmth of Max’s dick inside. Valeria inhaled before pulling up her pants.

She glanced at Max’s shrinking cock, and dove on her knees one more time. Sucking every cum from it.

"Such a big cock white boy. Too bad this has to end short."

Viktoria winked at him.

"We are most likely done here. I’ll make sure you fuck me too the next time we meet."

With that, the Russian girls left the range.

Left alone with Briar, Max glanced at her flushed face.

"I’m sorry. I also have to use the restroom." Briar avoided his gaze and hurriedly left.

"Just as I thought." Max smirked at her departing figure. Closing his eyes as he listened to the system reward him.

[x45 Rewards and stats.]

[7,5350/100,000]

With just 25,000 promotion Points to advance. Max grinned, wondering what it would be like to advance to the next rank and the reward for completing the quest.

To prevent any coincidental suspicion. Max didn’t head to the restroom.

Willing the Nexus Shop interface. A list of items appeared on the holographic screen.

To mask the heavy scent of sex on him. He bought a common grade item. A perfume that increased girls’ impression of him when inhaled.

Spraying some in the air. Max resumed his shooting practice.

30 minutes passed by.

Max’s palms were red and numb from the constant shooting and recoil. His arms weren’t less hurt in the process but he didn’t slack off, learning to zoom in and out with his clear vision.

If he could easily read his opponent’s movement while fighting. Why not learn to precisely hit the enemy.

Max never missed a shot since the last ten reloads. Not just that, every bullet hit where he intended.

’To think guns are this hard to handle. Movies are really a joke.’

Max stretched out his palms repeatedly, wanting to ease out the blood flow and return the colour back to normal.

However, just then. The door was pushed open and the Instructor walked in. Followed by the defeated group of Elites behind him.

At the sight of Max’s reddish palms and stacked cardboard papers at the other end of the counter. The Elites exchange looks, except for Briar who strangely stood at the back.

’Quite the devoted one you are.’ The Instructor gave an impressed nod as he walked past Max and picked up the piece of cardboard papers.

His attitude was nonchalant at first. Backed with the experience of someone who had seen the worst life had to offer.

But then as he swiped out another piece of cardboard paper. His skeptical eyes revealed doubt.

He swiped out another cardboard paper yet the same astonishing result.

Under the Elites’ stunned eyes, they saw their instructor drop the pile of stacked papers. Divided it into 3 stacks, and frantically slipped out the last paper buried under the stack.

’Just like I thought.’

Nonchalant of the Elites reaction, the man studied the first set of cardboard papers.

Each hole tore through it seemed like it was a work of luck rather than skill.

However as he began to glance at every cardboard paper. The difference became clear as day.

Meaning Max had advanced his shooting skills in such a rapid manner within an hour or so.

’This... this is insane. With this talent alone. The top security teams across the world will go crazy to acquire or kill him.’

Realizing this, he quickly controlled his emotions and glanced at Max.

"This is good. Next time we are challenging those Russian boys, you’ll be our ace."

The Elites were stunned, their eyes widened in Max’s direction.

’What did the instructor see in those papers?’ they thought.

Max merely gave it a thought. Feeling it was natural.

Meanwhile, Briar was confused.

Knowing fully that Max never really had the time to practice his shooting skills. No one receiving a blow job or fucking cold be so good.

’Did he do that in just thirty minutes?’ Briar wasn’t a dumb wit. She came to a quick conclusion through her combat strategist mind.

Max was a genius than they all thought or could imagine.

"Compared to John and the rest. They can’t even compare." A sudden idea struck her mind, further reinforcing her decision to give herself to Max when the time was right.

There was no doubt he would advance to SSS Rank soon if he didn’t hold.

And if she was known to be his girlfriend her status would outshine Sasha and Zara.

"Come let’s go get your licence."

Picking the Desert Eagle, the Instructor led them out.

The whole group was silent. No one said a word as they casually followed.

When they got to the counter. Max was surprised to see two certificates waiting for him to sign.

A shooting and gun licence.

More than that, Max saw that the procedures of the shooting licence were lax than public one. He could really kill someone as long as the person showed intent to do the same. Though after that he may be put to trial, as long as there was evidence and witnesses. He would be free.

’Damn.’ Max watched as the certificates were slipped into an envelope and handed down to him.

But just as he thought things couldn’t get better.

He saw the instructor clean the Desert Eagle with a white handkerchief and placed it in a box.

"Later, this will be mailed to your home address so be careful to use it."

The rest of the Elites didn’t seem surprised, making Aiden realize that they probably had one too.

’This is getting too fucked up.’ Keeping his thoughts to himself, Max followed.

The Sentinels already left.

After boarding the chopper, it took flight.

Surprisingly, Briar still chose to sit beside him.

"Home sweet home."