Strongest Mage with the Lust system

“What did you say?”

Max met her gaze, showing he wasn’t joking, and said, “I have a method that might completely heal you—your injuries, your foundation, everything.”

Granny blinked, stunned. Had he just really said he could heal her injured foundation?

Normally, if she had heard a Four Star say this, she would have scoffed and ignored him.

After all, healing an injured foundation—especially the dantian—was a challenging task even for monarchs and Quasi-Supreme mages who had many mystical methods and resources at their disposal. So, how could a mere Four Star mage heal it? It was ridiculous.

However…

The Four Star mage in question was Max, someone who she had always felt was strangely enigmatic. So, she was slightly inclined to believe his claim, especially because he had sent that mysterious drop of liquid that completely healed a crippled and almost dead person like Ashton.

Secondly… She was feeling hopeless and really desperate. Even if it wasn’t Max who had claimed to possess a method to heal her, she would have still tried her luck.

Silence lingered between them as they stared into each other’s eyes, which Granny broke after a few moments.

“You said you might be able to heal me, no? How sure are you?” She asked,

“I’m fairly confident, but there is still a chance it could go either way, because I haven’t tested this method on anyone stronger than me yet,” Max said honestly.

“This means you have tested it on weaker people?” She further inquired, her eyes glinting with a hopeful light.

“Indeed, and it worked,” Max nodded.

Granny went silent for a moment before asking, “What do I need to do?”

Seeing how he was trying to convince her, she knew there was a catch; otherwise, he would’ve already used his method. After all, it didn’t seem to have any negative effect from how he said it.

“Well…” Max explained the method without hiding anything.

When he told her how he could create an energy unique to him by having sex with women, she understood what she needed to do, and this realization made her uncomfortable. At the same time, she was shocked and couldn’t help but wonder aloud once he finished speaking.

“How could such a mystical bloodline exist? I have never heard of any with a similar ability.”

Max stayed silent, letting her think over and decide whether she was going to do it or not. He didn’t feel the need to tell her about the consequences in case she didn’t heal within a few days, because it was impossible she didn’t know her own condition.

Granny closed her eyes. She didn’t need to think too much because she already knew her answer—she didn’t want to die, not because she was afraid but because she hadn’t saved her family members yet.

Still, the fact that she had to do it with someone who was not her husband made her uncomfortable, and the fact that this someone was technically her grandson only made it worse for her.

In the end, she managed to control her emotions and said, while pulling the blanket off her body. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Max calmly nodded and started to undress while saying, “After we do this, our relationship will no longer be the same, which means I can’t keep calling you Granny.”

“You can call me Esme or Esmelda, whichever you prefer.” She said, her eyes closed and face flushed in embarrassment.

“I’ll call you Esme then.” Max said as he took off the final piece of his clothing. He then lay beside her and gently caressed her face.

“I am curious, why does your face look like that when you have such a… youthful and beautiful body?”

A shiver ran down her spine when she felt him touch her face so intimately. Then she heard his question, which she had already expected him to ask, and answered, “After my husband passed away two hundred years ago, I didn’t want anyone to pursue me. So, I used a mystical magic spell I had found in an ancient ruin and aged my face.”

“So, did it work?” Max asked while feeling a little curious to know how she looked before.

With a wry smile, Esme shook her head. “While some stopped bothering me, others were undeterred because they didn’t want me for my looks but for my strength—I was a peak King mage at that time with very high chances to break into the emperor realm.”

Max hummed in response as his fingers trailed from her cheek down her neck, then lower, sensually tracing the valley between her tantalizing, full breasts with small pink tips adorning them like jewels and making them look delectable to him.

Esme’s breath hitched, and she became stiff as she felt his sensual and provocative touch. She fought hard to stay still as he went down, reaching her flat but soft abdomen and her navel; she bit her lower lip while her fingers dug into the bedsheet.

Max looked at her, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes when he saw how she was trying so hard not to react to his touch.

After caressing the circumference of her navel, which he had already realized was her weak point, his fingers trailed down.

Already struggling to breathe properly because of her injuries, Esme’s breath hitched—and then completely halted when she felt his feathery fingers reach dangerously close to her sacred place, untouched for two hundred years.

As he went lower and lower, she shuddered in shame, embarrassment, and worst of all—an aching anticipation that she couldn’t suppress.

Then…

She almost let out a disappointed sigh when she felt Max stop just before he was about to reach the final destination and felt him move back up, leaving her body trembling and her heart aching for more.

But then she realized something.

A breath of relief escaped her lips—that he hadn’t gone any lower.

At the same time, her face flushed red in shame.

She was already wet.