I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 387: I am too possessive

She faked a gasp, placing a hand over her chest. ”Yours, is it?” she repeated, amused. ”Since when does a queen belong to her grandson?”

He leaned in, his breath brushing her lips as he whispered, ”Since last night—when she was moaning it into my ear.”

The Queenʼs cheeks flushed deeper, but her smirk never wavered. ”You really are insufferable.”

Turning away, she reached for the towel and began wrapping it around her damp hair. Her playful smirk faded and after a brief silence, she spoke—her tone serious. ”Can I ask you something?”

Julian, still standing shirtless near the window, turned his head with a half-smile. ”Sure,”

The Queen met his gaze, her fingers tightening slightly on the towel. ”About what you said before… the thing with Regina. Were you serious?”

Julianʼs eyes lit up with amusement, and he gave a low chuckle. ”Yes,” he said without hesitation. ”I was completely serious.”

She blinked, her brow furrowing. Silence settled between them for couple of seconds before Julian went on. ”Not just her, but grandmother, And my sisters too.”

The Queenʼs eyes widened in shock. ”What?” she gasped, staring at him like she wasnʼt sure if he was joking or insane. ”Gregoria as well?”

Julian tilted his head, that familiar cocky smirk returning. ”Your old love rival?” he said with a soft laugh. ”Yes, even Gregoria. Sheʼs mine now too.”

She stared at him, stunned. ”Youʼre unbelievable.”

Julian simply grinned. ”You say that like itʼs a bad thing.”

She lowered her head, her voice soft, laced with guilt. ”I donʼt think I have the right to say whatʼs wrong or right after what we did… but what about your family? Wonʼt they crumble if they find out?”

Julian didnʼt answer right away. He turned his gaze back toward the capital, his hair fluttering in the breeze. ”They sure will,” he admitted plainly. ”But this is the path Iʼve chosen.”

He paused, then spoke again. ”Iʼve always loved Regina more than a son should love his mother. Same with Grandmother… with Eleanor… and Eva. Maybe it started with lust, sure. Hormones. Power. But as I kept walking this road, I realized—it wasnʼt just about that. I was too invested. Too drawn to the women closest to me. It stopped being a game the moment I couldnʼt see them as just family anymore… but as women I wanted for myself.”

He glanced back at the Queen. ”I know what Iʼm doing is madness to everyone else. But to me.... Iʼve never felt more certain.”

The Queen could see it clearly—the fire in Julianʼs eyes. That raw, unwavering conviction. There was no hesitation, no shame, only the fierce determination that became clearer with every word he spoke.

”I might not have walked this path before,” he said, ”but I donʼt know why… fate just kept paving the way for me. I gained power. I gained influence. And maybe it makes me sound like some crazy dictator, but I took what I wanted. Because no one was ever going to hand it to me. And this... this was the only way.”

His gaze locked onto her, piercing, intimate.

”Iʼm possessive of what I claim. That includes you, Grandma. The moment you gave yourself to me, fully, without hesitation—you became mine. Not just in body, but in spirit. And I wonʼt share you. I wonʼt let you go.”

The Queenʼs breath caught. A strange mixture of emotions twisted in her chest—fear, wonder, desire. Her eyes lingered on his face, reading the truth behind his words, feeling the weight of the claim he had made.

Her voice came low, barely above a whisper. ”Julian…”

She reached out without realizing, brushing her fingers along his cheek. ”You speak like a tyrant, yes… but also like a man who loves too deeply for his own good.” She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his chest.

Julian wrapped his arms around the Queen, pulling her close. In an instant, the familiar stone walls of the castle faded into something new—something vast and bright, almost unreal.

The sky above was endless, the landscape too dreamy to be real and as far as ones eyes could manage to see, everything was majestic and beautiful.

The Queen pulled back slightly, overwhelmed by the sudden shift. ”Where... where are we?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Julian smiled with pride. ”My world,” he answered calmly. ”Everything here... itʼs mine. I created this, shaped it.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and called, ”Harem Manifestation,”

A figure began to form before them, her shape slowly materializing out of thin air. As the figure solidified, the Queenʼs heart skipped a beat. There, standing before them, was Regina—her daughter, whom she hadnʼt seen in years.

The silence between them lingered, but it wasnʼt heavy anymore. It was weary. Tired. Full of things left unsaid for far too long.

Regina stood tall, her gaze steadily meeting her motherʼs. The Queen—no longer the cold figure of rage and shame, looked back at her daughter not with bitterness, but with something softer.

”Regina,” she said finally. ”Youʼve grown.”

Regina raised an eyebrow. ”You didnʼt expect me to?” The words werenʼt harsh, but werenʼt warm either.

The Queen smiled. ”No. I knew you would. You were always stronger than me.” She exhaled slowly, as if the words had been buried deep in her chest for years. ”I just couldnʼt bear to see it.”

Reginaʼs guard cracked, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. This wasnʼt the mother she remembered. The one who spat venom when Aldenʼs name was mentioned. The one who banished her from the palace like she was nothing but a stain on royal pride.

”You were angry,” Regina said. ”At everything. At me.”

”Yes,” the Queen nodded. ”At Augustus. At Gregoria. At the way my life turned out. I hated her for taking him. I hated him for choosing her. And I hated you for choosing his son.”

The Queen paused. Her eyes, so often hard and cold, watered faintly, not with tears, but with regret.