I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 510: Devilish boy

Julianʼs own smirk answered her. ”It seems Grandma is already carrying the proof of my… service.” His tone dripped with cocky amusement. ”A symbol the entire village might envy.”

Her fingers moved in circles over her stomach. ”Envy? ”Oh, they sure will, Julian,” she murmured, patting the space beside her. ”Come closer. I want you to feel the life youʼve planted.”

Julian stepped towards her, his presence towering over the bed. His hands slid to her belly, feeling the soft pulse beneath them. It was true; there really was life blooming inside her.

”Youʼve only just begun, boy,” she whispered. ”The night will repeat; there will be many. And you will give them all what you gave me.”

Julianʼs grin deepened. ”Then I hope the village is ready,” he said, his hand lingering over her, ”because I donʼt plan to hold back.”

”But remember…” Raelʼs grandmother cut him off, leaning closer, ”No matter how much you enjoy yourself tonight, no matter how deep you lose yourself in the pleasure…”

She paused, her hand sliding down his chest.

”…your duty remains.”

Julianʼs breath hitched, his eyes locking intently with hers.

”Your seed…” she continued, her voice low and sultry, ”must be left inside Annie. Your mother.”

Julianʼs cock throbbed with renewed hunger, the image of Annie flashing tantalizingly in his mind. He leaned closer, a sly grin curling his lips.

”But… you know she wonʼt agree easily,” he murmured, eyes trailing shamelessly down her curves.

Raelʼs grandma smiled knowingly, her eyes gleaming with an old, dangerous wisdom. ”Well, nothing is easy in this world, is it now? You must find a way. If Annie resists, then you will have to bend her will… or break it.”

Julianʼs hand reached for her shoulders, slowly caressing his way down. ”Well. I do have a plan, Grandma.”

Her brow arched with interest, her voice soft but tinged with hunger. ”Oh? Let me hear it.”

Julian tilted his head, his eyes narrowing just slightly as though savoring the mischief running behind them. His fingers began caressing her wrist, circling it teasingly before trailing back up her arm.

”Mother is stubborn, yes… But sheʼs also fragile. Her emotions betray her more than she realizes. I only need to push her in the right places.”

His smirk sharpened. ”She avoids me now, tries to hide behind her dignity. But the more she resists, the more cracks I see forming.”

Raelʼs grandmaʼs lips curved into a sly smile of her own. ”Mmm… I see. So youʼll chip away at her pride until it collapses on its own.”

Julian chuckled softly, his hand now resting boldly at the side of her hip. ”That would be boring, Grandma,” he whispered with a sly grin. ”Iʼm thinking of something else… something big.”

Her eyes glimmered as she finally sat up, excitement bubbling behind them. She took his hands and guided them slowly to rest upon her thighs.

”Donʼt leave me hanging,” she murmured, lowering her voice into a seductive hush. ”What is it, boy?”

Julian leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek. ”Well,” he said smoothly, ”Iʼm thinking of using Father... Kain.”

Her smile faltered instantly, the anticipation in her eyes flickering into suspicion. She tilted her head, studying him with a calculating gaze.

”What do you mean?” she asked carefully, not sure what he was getting at.

Julianʼs hands stilled on her thighs, his thumbs circling around as he spoke. ”Think about it,” he began. ”Father is devoted to the village, blindly so. His entire life is about duty, honor, and legacy. That makes him predictable… and usable. Heʼs already one of the chosen breeders, carrying the weight of expectation. If you convince him that my role is necessary for the prophecy—”

Julianʼs smirk deepened. ”Then we can pull him into our plan.”

His grandmotherʼs brows furrowed. ”Convince him…?” she repeated.

Julian nodded, his voice wicked. ”Yes. He respects you more than anyone alive. If you whisper that the mother must carry my seed… if you tell him itʼs the true path to saving the village… heʼll do it. And the best part, Grandma—” he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, ”—he wonʼt even realize heʼs being used.”

Her breath froze, her body stiffening for only a moment before a slow, dangerous smile curled on her lips.

”You devious boy,” she whispered. ”You would turn even your own father into a pawn…”

Julianʼs grin widened, his hands squeezing her thighs. ”Why not? Pawns exist to be moved. And in the end, whether itʼs through duty, lust, or lies… Mother will be mine.”

Just as she was about to speak, a sudden knock on the door snapped their attention.

”Mother, itʼs me… Kain,” came the soft, worried voice from the other side.

Julianʼs lips curved into a devilish grin. ”Well, well… it seems he has walked straight to us.”

Rising from the bed, he walked toward the corner where a table stood, covered with a cloth that touched the floor. Without another word, he crouched low and slipped beneath the cover.

Raelʼs grandmother didnʼt need instruction. She knew the boyʼs cunning by now, and she adapted without hesitation. Facing her back to the door, she coughed. ”Come in, Kain,” she called faintly, as if she were weak and simply resting.

The latch clicked, and the wooden door rattled before swinging open. Kain stepped inside, his tall frame filling the doorway.

”Mother,” he said quietly, eyes moving immediately to her resting form. ”Are you well? Itʼs been days since you spoke to any of us.”

From under the table, Julian peeked through the narrow slit of the fabric, covering his mouth to stifle the chuckle bubbling in his throat.

Raelʼs grandma let out a weary sigh, not turning to face him fully. ”I am well enough, Kain. Just tired. The ceremonies take more from me these days than they used to.”

Kain stepped closer to her and then knelt beside the bed. ”You shouldnʼt overexert yourself. If you fall ill…” His voice trailed off, full of worry.

Her lips curled faintly where Kain couldnʼt see. ”And if I do, my son-in-law will save me, wonʼt he?”