Max traced back the path his fingers had taken and stopped at her cheek. Gently turning her face toward him, he looked into her blue eyes and asked,
"Can you recover your face now?"
He had tried to inject some Nascent Energy into her face to make the wrinkles go away, but it didn't work, and he had thought that if she agreed to have sex with him, he would use some of the produced energy to revitalize her face.
But hearing it was the result of a spell, he wondered whether she could undo it.
Esme's already red face flushed even more when she met his gaze and saw his naked upper body. Biting her lower lip in a bid to control her roiling emotions, she nodded, "I can, but not entirely."
Max felt his cock throb when he saw her seductively bite her plump lip and came to a realization.
'No wonder those people pursued her despite the fact she is a widow… She is quite charming.'
"That's alright. Recover as much as you can." He said,
