I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

"Did you enjoy it, my lord?" she teased, a sly smile on her lips as she looked up at him.

Julian chuckled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes and you can see how much, can't you?" he replied as he smirked down at her.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His fingers moved lazily over his chest, where his cum had spilled, and he smeared it across her skin, enjoying the way her body tensed beneath his touch.

"Ahhh," she moaned softly as Julian smeared his release across her skin, the sensation making her shiver with pleasure.

She stood slowly and without any word, she walked to a nearby towel and cleaned herself. Once she was done, she straightened her maid dress, smoothing out the fabric.

"I have to go now," she said softly, but her smile lingered, mischievous and satisfied.

Julian smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Take care, Emma" he said.

She gave him one last, lingering look before turning to leave.

After Emma left, Julian remained seated, his gaze shifting to the window as he took a deep breath. He chuckled softly to himself, his lips curling into a satisfied grin.

"Tit-fucking really is the best thing in the world,"

His mind wandered as it flashed the image of his mother, Regina. He leaned forward, his fingers tightening around the armrest as he imagined her breasts, big and perfect, wrapped around his cock, moving up and down. Her hands guiding her ample breasts, squeezing them against him.

"How would it feel… titfucking the breasts that fed me?" he muttered to himself. His cock twitched as the thought took root.

He could almost feel her lips grazing the tip of his cock as her breasts tightened around him, enveloping him completely.

"Would it be different than any other feeling?" he asked himself, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"How would you feel… with me between your breasts, mother?" he said as he pictured her eyes locked on his, filled with that mix of love and something darker, something forbidden

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" he whispered, a sly grin creeping across his face.

She would give in—he knew she would. And even if she would not, he would make sure she would anyway.

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The days soon passed, and the tension gradually settled. Julian spent his time focusing on his cultivation, and he could feel the changes within himself.

The strain in his eyes had reduced, and he could now observe the pixels more clearly. His progress was steady and it seemed to fuel his determination.

He was already nearing the Late Sovereign Realm and his progress was overwhelmingly fast with the help of his system. His speed was unmatched, especially compared to Julia, who had started at the same time as him but was still in the Mage Realm.

Isabel, on the other hand, was nearing the Mid Sacred Realm, while Lisa and Eleanor had both reached the Mid Sovereign Realm. The three women enjoyed additional benefits from being part of Julian's harem.

The days flew by, and it was finally time for Julian to depart for the royal palace. He dressed in an exceptionally magnificent blue kimono adorned with subtle white accents. There was an intricate design of birds soaring freely across the fabric.

As he stood before the mirror, the elegance of his attire reflected the power and confidence he exuded, marking the beginning of another important chapter in his journey.

Among the nobility, there were two distinct styles of attire that symbolized their status and values.

The first was the armor-inspired noble outfit that was heavily adorned with jewels and badges that represented authority, power, and command. It was the favored choice of kings, dukes, and all those who wielded influence.

The second was the kimono, a garment embodying serenity, elegance, and a sense of detachment from these traditional displays of power.

Over time, because of the influence of the kingdom's powerhouses, the culture of kimono started to fade. It became a rarity and was often seen as unfit for those in power.

Yet, Julian's choice of the kimono was interesting—it was a silent declaration of detachment from traditional rules.

His figure was nothing short of divine. His golden hair shimmered, cascading perfectly against the elegant blue and white hues of his kimono. The intricate design of birds in flight seemed almost alive, as if they danced in harmony with the calm, radiant aura he exuded.

He moved gracefully through the grand hallways, making his way towards the outer castle.

When he finally emerged into the courtyard, where the entire Easvil family, along with servants and guards, had gathered to bid him farewell, a profound silence swept over the assembly.

It was as if time itself halted, and the wind dared not whisper in his presence.

Every gaze was fixed on him, hearts stilled and breaths stolen by his unparalleled beauty and divine aura. The crowd stood frozen, their awe so overwhelming that words or even a murmur felt sacrilegious.

The effect of Julian's presence was even more profound on the women of his family, especially those he had already influenced and corrupted.

Eleanor's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she whispered to herself, "I can't believe I get to call such a man my husband."

Eva, on the other hand, dared not even entertain a single impure thought. To her, Julian's current presence was akin to divine purity—a state she feared would be tarnished by even the faintest shadow of her desires.

Regina stood at the center of a whirlwind of emotions. One part of her was utterly captivated by the grace and magnificence of the man before her, the very man she called her son.

Yet, another part of her, the motherly side was filled with concern about the journey he was about to embark on.

Gregoria, Augustus, and Alden, meanwhile, were stunned as their gazes locked on Julian's attire. The choice of a kimono was so uncommon, so unorthodox for a man of his status.

It was a bold and defiant move, one that broke away from the traditional displays of authority and they could not help worry about the path he was trying to walk on.

Julian's presence and choice of dress stirred everyone deeply, leaving an unerasable mark on the hearts and minds of all gathered.