Chapter 134: Introducing Milfs for Better Magic (R-18)

It had only been a couple more minutes before Yennefer found herself lying beneath Max on the counter, and somehow, things had already gotten considerably more disheveled.

Half the buttons of her shirt had come undone, while the other half of the fabric had curled awkwardly around her sides.

Most of her upper body was now exposed, along with her stomach. The only thing still covering her chest was her bra, though even that hadn’t escaped Max’s attention. One side had been pulled aside, leaving part of her breast exposed beneath his wandering hand.

Her dark, glossy nipple stood out against the matching areola, catching the light as she shifted beneath him.

Max couldn’t help himself and leaned in to kiss her chest, despite Yennefer having agreed to nothing more than kissing.

She immediately tried to stop him.

"Aren’t you getting late?" she asked, though the question came out with a breathless moan as he continued teasing her.

When Yennefer had messaged him earlier, it had already been past ten. Between meeting Grace and everything else that had happened afterward, they’d finished around eleven. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but Max knew he still had to get back to the laboratory.

But with a half-naked woman beneath him, how was he supposed to worry about something as trivial as that?

Besides, he was in luck as when he left the lab, Zerena was already fast asleep.

Even if she caught him sneaking back in, he probably wouldn’t be in too much trouble.

The only thing Max really had to worry about was whether she’d notice the potions he’d taken with him.

"I can stay a little longer..." he said, leaning back and undoing the remaining two buttons of her shirt, exposing her stomach completely.

He leaned down again, pressing a lingering kiss against the exposed skin. Her brown complexion looked warm beneath the light, while the softness and curves of her stomach made him linger for another moment.

"What about the potion to give that bitch?" she asked.

She didn’t stop him. Instead, she spread her legs around him, letting him remain between them as he continued kissing her stomach.

"Let me worry about that..." he said.

He leaned down again, kissing her stomach before moving upward and pressing another kiss against the center of her chest, between her breasts.

"Besides, I won’t be able to meet you in the morning," he added, giving her a mischievous look. "So just a little more for now..."

"But you only said kissing?" Yennefer asked, sounding more amused than genuinely surprised.

Even as she questioned him, her hands slipped beneath his T-shirt, her fingers brushing against his back.

"Of course. It’s still only kissing... just with the clothes off," Max said casually.

He helped her sit up before adding with a grin, "Now let’s get you completely out of those."

Max pulled his own shirt off first, then reached for the waistband of her pants.

Yennefer immediately stopped him.

"Wait..."

Max had already undone the button, leaving the edge of her lace panties—matching her bra—visible above the loosened fabric.

Yennefer glanced toward the back of the shop before looking at him again.

"Let’s do it back there. There’s a sofa."

Max didn’t argue. He picked up both shirts and glanced back at her. "Why didn’t you say that earlier? My knees are killing me from crouching on that counter." He rubbed his knees with a grimace.

Yennefer’s expression grew troubled again. She wanted to stop this. That was the sensible thing to do. She knew it, and yet somehow, instead of telling him to fuck off, they were simply changing locations as though that solved the problem.

She’d stopped him before. She could’ve done it again. So why wasn’t she? That was the part she couldn’t quite understand.

Maybe because, despite everything, she didn’t actually mind continuing.

’As long as it stayed at kissing.’ That was the line she was still holding onto.

No sucking him off. No letting things turn into another one of Max’s ridiculous sessions. Just kissing, nothing more.

At least, that was what she kept telling herself.

Not wanting to think about it any further—and having already decided to keep going—Yennefer pushed the doubt aside and watched Max as he walked ahead of her.

She noticed something different about him.

He looked a little more muscular than before.

She wasn’t imagining it, either.

Max had quietly spent some of his accumulated System Points earlier that evening to strengthen his body. Not by much, but enough to make the difference noticeable. Even a relatively minor increase had cost him around 2,600 points, but after spending the day exhausted from potion making, then running around town, and somehow still finding the energy to finish several times, he’d decided his body could use the upgrade.

Yennefer narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Do you work out?"

She moved ahead of him and led him toward the back of the shop, stopping in front of one of three doors.

Then she opened it and gestured for him to follow.

"Yeah, sometimes..." Max said, glancing down at himself.

Even he was a little surprised by how well the System’s upgrade had worked. Before, his body had been almost completely plain—skinny, with barely any visible muscle. Now, there were clear lines along his arms, chest, and stomach, giving him a noticeably more defined appearance.

It wasn’t some dramatic transformation. He was still naturally lean, with very little body fat to hide the muscle he’d gained. But the difference was obvious enough that even he couldn’t help noticing it.

"Why do you ask?" Max said as he placed both their clothes on a table in front of the sofa.

He then glanced around the room.

It was considerably more luxurious than he’d expected. A comfortable sofa occupied most of the space, while a small bar and several other furnishings gave the room the feel of a private lounge.

Judging by the setup, it was probably meant for entertaining wealthy guests rather than serving as an ordinary back room.

"Just making conversation..." she said, settling back against the sofa.

She slipped her pants off herself before continuing, "Can you take Alfie with you too? That boy spends half the day lazing around."

She glanced at Max.

"And maybe give him some advice on mana control while you’re at it. I’ve been teaching him from those notes, and he is making progress, but it’s painfully slow."

Her expression tightened slightly.

Max was too busy staring at the brown thighs she’d just uncovered beneath the light to properly process her question.

Still, he knew better than to let the silence become awkward. If they were going to keep doing increasingly perverted things together, a little ordinary conversation helped make the whole situation feel less strange.

"It’s only been a few days. Give him some time," Max said casually. "You haven’t learned everything from those notes yet either, right?"

"Of course I haven’t. Those runes and techniques may be basic, but they approach runes and mana differently from the way we normally understand or use them," she said.

As she spoke, Max gave her thighs another playful squeeze. Yennefer shifted beneath him, spreading her legs to make room as he moved back over her.

"Though they’re still much better. If I’d learned magic with explanations like these from the beginning, I probably would’ve become a much better mage," she said.

Her fingers slowly traced across Max’s chest and stomach as she studied him, her brown eyes lingering on him with a thoughtful expression.

Max could’ve asked what was going through her mind, but he decided to leave that for later.

He didn’t want this whole thing turning into some kind of therapy session.

"You could still get better..." Max said with a smirk.

He caught her hands and pinned them above her head before adding with a mischievous grin, "Just keep introducing me to more women like Grace. And if I manage to get them into bed, I’ll teach you everything myself..."

He leaned toward her exposed armpit, earning an immediate groan of protest from Yennefer.

"You just have to be naked while we do it..." he added casually, as though that were the most reasonable condition in the world.

"Stop that... That’s disgusting..."

She tried to pull her hands free, but Max ignored the complaint and continued teasing her with shameless determination.

"You really are a disgusting bastard..." Yennefer muttered, her legs tightening around his waist as she tried once more to free her hands.

Max moved from one side to the other, clearly far too amused by how easily he could get a reaction out of her.

With sucking yennefer’s armpits now he had tasted the difference between two women, and neither had been quite the same.

Zerena’s had carried a lighter, almost floral scent and taste, with a faintly intoxicating musky quality that suited her softer presence.

Yennefer’s was noticeably heavier. There was a stronger salty edge from the warmth and sweat gathered against her skin, along with a deeper, muskier note that made her smell distinctly different from Zerena.

Max found the contrast surprisingly noticeable as he lingered against her warm, milky-brown skin.