I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

After the conversation with Gregoria, Julian retreated to his room with a wide grin. Once inside, he jumped onto his luxurious bed and asked, “System, can I upgrade the Lightning MILF Technique?”

The system immediately responded, “Yes, Host. As long as you have enough points, you can upgrade any skill. And may I add, you have way more points than you seem to need.”

Julian chuckled at the system’s response. “Well, I have been having too much fun lately, haven’t I?”

“Alright then, upgrade it to the highest possible level!”

The system replied. “Yes Host.”

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Upgrading the skill Lightning MILF Technique…

Cost: 500,000 points…

Proceeding with the upgrade… Upgrade successful,

Lightning MILF Technique has now evolved to MILF Fucker Technique.

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Julian smirked as he felt a wave of energy coursing through him. “Show me its detail,” he murmured, his eyes shining with excitement.

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MILF Fucker Technique

Description: An evolved version of the Lightning MILF Technique. This skill allows the user to absorb mana from intimate interactions and store significantly more mana than before. The amount of mana absorbed increases with the pleasure experienced.

Additional Benefits:

The user can now choose to share the collected mana with their partner, enhancing their abilities or recovery.

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Julian chuckled. “Yes, this is exactly what I need for today,” he murmured. His eyes glowed with a cold determination as Regina’s image surfaced in his mind, vivid and tantalizing.

“Today,” he said, his tone firm and unwavering, “will be the day I conquer you mother.”

The hours soon passed by, and the lively atmosphere of the castle gradually gave way to a peaceful silence. The chatter of servants and footsteps had faded into the quiet hum of the night. The night sky was adorned by a radiant full moon. Its silver light bathed the castle below, casting a dreamlike glow over it.

Meanwhile, In the dimly lit room of Duke Alden and Duchess Regina, flickering candles casted soft shadows across the massive chamber.

Alden laid deeply asleep, his breathing slow and steady. Beside him, Regina’s eyes suddenly flickered open as a cold sweat formed on her brow.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as Julian’s words echoed in her mind.

“Keep the doors open tomorrow night.”

The phrase stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her; fear, curiosity, desire, and an unsettling thrill. Her heart raced uncontrollably as her eyes flicked to the door across the room.

She had managed to lock the door, gathering every ounce of resistance she could muster. But as the night continued, her mind kept willing her to open the door.

Her heart pounded faster with every passing moment. She clenched her fist, her breath steadying as determination flashed in her eyes.

“No,” she muttered. “I am the Duchess of Easvil. How could I ever fall to such temptation?”

She silently rose form the bed and moved towards the door. Her mind burned with a mix of pride and defiance.

Is my own son challenging me? She laughed inwardly. You are too young, my son. Too foolish.

Her hand reached for the door handle. I will never fall, she told herself. She unlocked the door just a little, a slight sound barely breaking the tension in the room.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and shyness as she quickly dashed back to her bed. She buried her face in the pillow, the remnants of defiance fading completely.

“I… just… opened it,” she stammered softly, her voice barely a whisper against the pillow’s fabric.

She cautiously peeked out from beneath the covers, her eyes locking onto the now slightly open door. Her breath hitched as her mind conjured the image of Julian standing there, his confident presence filling the room.

Her pulse quickened as anticipation surged through her. What will happen tonight? she wondered.

A wave of heat washed over her as her eyes remained fixed on the slightly opened door, hoping to see any sign of movement, any indication that Julian was standing there, ready to step into the room.

Just then, the door inched open slightly. Her heart pounded in a wild rhythm, each beat feeling as if it would explode. Panic and anticipation surged through her as she quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The sound of footsteps was low, almost inaudible, but to her, each step felt louder than anything she had ever heard. Her breath trembled as the footsteps drew closer, approaching the bed. The air in the room grew heavier as she finally felt Julian’s presence.

“Mother,” Julian whispered, his voice low and gentle, sending a chill down her spine.

Regina’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her gaze locking onto Julian’s figure standing tall beside the bed. His presence was a mix of both danger and allure that she struggled to resist.

“J-Julian, what… what are you doing here?” she murmured, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound composed.

Julian flashed a charming smile. “You know what I am here for, mother,” he said, his voice a blend of warmth and an unsettling intensity that sent another chill down her spine.

“We… we can’t,” Regina stammered, her voice barely audible.

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She swallowed hard trying to hold onto the last fragment of her fading sense of morality.

She sat up on the bed, her gaze locking with Julian’s. She searched his eyes, desperately hoping to find a trace of the son she once knew, the boy she had raised and loved. But all she found was a dark, overwhelming lust and an insatiable hunger that sent a tremor through her.

Her own breath quickened, a wave of heat rising in her chest as the realization sank in: there was nothing that would convince him now. No reason, no memory, no bond—only the unyielding presence of desire and dominance.

Her eyes flicked to Alden who was sleeping beside her, unaware of the storm unfolding in the room. A pang of guilt and shame twisted in her chest.

She whispered inwardly, a tremble in her voice, “Sorry, dear… it seems I am an unfaithful wife.”

The words were a painful acknowledgment of her surrender to her own lust and desire. The love she once had for Alden felt distant, replaced by the newfound presence of Julian, her own son.