I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Do enlighten me, then. How does that work?” Julian asked, his curiosity deepening with every passing moment.

Katsuna stretched lazily. “When someone fucks lazily,” she began, “it means they are either a commoner with no real ambition or someone already in power—like a viscount, count, or the head of a family.”

Julian tilted his head in amusement. “And what might be the reasoning behind that, darling?” he asked.

She tried to push herself up but fell back onto the mattress with a groan. Julian chuckled, watching her struggle.

“Keep resting, dear,” he said with a smirk. “You might not be able to move for a couple of days.”

“Whatever,” Katsuna chuckled at his teasing. “If it’s a commoner, they are just using the little money they had painfully saved to have fun. They don’t care about skill or boldness; they just want a quick little adventure before going back to the same old wife waiting for them at home.”

Julian thought for a moment, his hand cupping his chin in a silent contemplation. After some time, he nodded with a smile.

“True,” he said, admiring her reasoning. “But what about the head of a family?” he asked.

Katsuna chuckled, flashing a knowing smile. “Oh, that’s even simpler,” she replied, her tone dripping with confidence.

“They are already someone in power. Why would they feel the need to prove themselves in bed? They think their name and status do all the work for them.”

Julian let out a low laugh, amused by her bluntness. “An interesting perspective,” he said.

Katsuna leaned forward, her hand slipping down to grab his now-soft cock. She smirked as she began to stroke him slowly.

“And do you know,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, “who acts with such boldness and dominance in bed?”

Julian raised his brow, intrigued by the sudden shift in her demeanor.

“Hot, young-blooded heirs of noble families,” she purred, her grip tightening just enough to make him shiver. “The ones who still have something to prove, both in the bed and the world.”

Julian laughed, clearly impressed by her insight. “You sure have everything figured out,” he said in admiration.

Katsuna continued to stroke him. “I run a brothel, young master,” she replied with a sly smile. “I observe how people interact. It’s my job to understand them.”

“And how many guests have you served?” Julian asked with genuine curiosity.

Her smile widened, a hint of pride in her voice as she answered. “How lucky you are. You’re the second guest I have ever served.”

“Ohhh, Who might the first one be?” Julian asked as he studied her expression.

Katsuna paused, her hand stilling on his cock for the first time, her body seeming to tremble ever so slightly. Her gaze drifted, as though looking at something far away.

“Hm… I don’t know,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of unease. “But he… was something, alright.”

She hesitated before continuing, her tone dropping to a whisper. “His eyes were deeper than an abyss. They seemed to hold unexplainable depth, like they could swallow you whole.”

Julian’s brow furrowed in intrigue. “And?”

She swallowed hard, her lips parting slightly as if unsure how to put it into words. “The air surrounding him… it was corrupted. His aura twisted everything around him, like nothing good could exist in his presence.”

Julian’s mind raced at her words, as he could feel the fear and uncertainty that accompanied each of them. “How did you manage to get in bed with someone like that?” he asked.

Katsuna looked momentarily confused, her brow furrowing as she thought back to that moment.

“I… I don’t know,” she replied softly, her tone distant, as if reliving the memory. “His presence was so overwhelming, like he was above everything. Every part of my body… it felt like it needed to worship him, to please him, to do whatever he wanted.”

Her voice trailed off as she seemed to shudder slightly, a mix of awe and hesitation in her eyes.

“That sounds a lot like hypnosis… and mind control,” Julian said, his gaze sharpening as he studied her expression more intently, sensing the shift in her demeanor.

Katsuna immediately cut him off, her voice quick and defensive. “No, no, it’s not like that,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “I’m confident he didn’t do anything… it was just me. I felt like that… subconsciously.”

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he considered her words. Who was this person? He couldn’t help but wonder.

Was his presence truly so overwhelmingly powerful that it could make someone like Katsuna, so self-assured and self confident, subconsciously defend him?

The thought lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of curiosity and unease. He had seen many powerful figures before, but the way Katsuna described him—like he could command anyone’s will without lifting a finger—was unlike anything Julian had encountered.

Katsuna gestured for Julian to come closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“I heard someone gossip,” she said, her eyes scanning the room as if ensuring no one else could hear. “He’s the very one, the new king of the Apollo.

Julian’s heartbeat quickened at the revelation. The sudden fall of the previous King of Apollo and the rise of the new one had been something that everyone throughout the kingdom knew.

But hearing it from Katsuna, now knowing how powerful this rumored king truly was, sent a shiver down his spine. Goosebumps formed all over his skin as he tried to process the implications.

Even I don’t think I could do what he did, he thought as Katsuna’s explanation of how she had subconsciously felt to worship him echoed in his mind.

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What is his motive? Julian wondered, the weight of the question pressing heavily on his chest. If the rumors were true, and this king truly had such power, what does he want?

His gaze darkened as he thought of his own kingdom. If he wants to rush in and attack… The thought made his stomach tighten. I highly doubt we have the power to defend against him.