I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Time soon passed, and Julian remained seated in his chair, writing his grand plans for his world. His mind was racing with ideas but his concentration kept wavering, waiting for Gregoria.

“Is she not coming?” Julian chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his chair.

Just then, The system joined in, “Host, I think she is way tougher than you think.”

Julian laughed lightly. “Hmm… no. I mean, she was, but not anymore.”

The system paused for a moment, as if to reconsider his words. “How so—”

Before it could finish, the sound of the door creaking open filled the room, and Julian’s eyes immediately flicked to the entrance. His smirk widened, transforming into a more predatory grin as his gaze locked on the figure standing in the doorway.

Gregoria.

She was there. Finally.

Julian’s heartbeat raced, but it was not out of excitement—rather, anticipation. The game had begun.

“Well, Grandmother,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly. “I was starting to think you’d leave poor grandfather hanging. Glad you didn’t disappoint.

Gregoria stood silent for a moment, before she stepped into the room, the door closing softly behind her. She portrayed a calm demeanor, but beneath that, Julian could feel the faintest tremble in her frame.

She walked towards him, gracefully. “Do not think you’ve won anything yet,” she said, her voice calm. “You may have power, Julian, but there are some things that even you cannot bend to your will.”

Julian chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. “Oh, I beg to differ. You’re here, aren’t you?” His eyes locked onto hers again, smirking as if he controlled everything. “I think that speaks volumes.”

Gregoria stopped in front of him, her gaze unwavering. The atmosphere was heavy, and Julian’s heart raced realizing that this was it, this was what he had hoped for.

He stood slowly, closing the space between them. His hand reached out, touching her arm just lightly, but enough to send a wave of heat across her skin.

She tensed but didn’t pull away. Her breathing quickened just slightly, and her composure began slipping.

“Tell me, Grandmother,” he whispered. “how long do you think you can keep resisting?”

Her gaze flickered, but she didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her expression softened. Julian knew she felt it too. The pull, the undeniable attraction—no matter how much she tried to fight it.

“I don’t want to do this, Julian,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Julian’s grin only widened, and he stepped closer, his hand moving to cup her chin gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. “But you will. I’ll make sure of it.”

Julian’s hands lingered on her cheeks, his thumbs brushing her lips with that slow, taunting rhythm.

Gregoria’s glare deepened, but she couldn’t stop herself from trembling under his touch.

“You’ve always thought you were above everyone, haven’t you, Grandma?” he said, voice dark and silky. “Queen of the family. But look at you now—shaking for your own grandson. How’s it feel to fall so low?”

Her lips parted under his thumbs and she spat her words like venom. “You forced me here, Julian—you, my own flesh, twisting me into this. What kind of grandson torments his grandmother like some cheap whore?”

Julian laughed, pressing closer until his robe brushed against her breasts. “Torment? Oh, Grandma, I’m just giving you what you’ve always wanted—someone to break that icy throne.”

He parted her lips even more. “And who better than your own blood? You raised me—guess I’m your dirty little legacy.”

Gregoria’s eyes burned with defiance as she jerked her head, but his grip was unyielding.

“You’re sick,” she hissed. “A grandson shouldn’t touch me like this—shouldn’t want me like this. You’ve poisoned everything we are.”

He grinned, sliding a hand to her neck. “Poisoned? Nah, I perfected it. “Tell me it’s wrong all you want, but you’re wet for it, aren’t you? My own grandma, melting under me.”

Her glare wavered, a flush creeping up her neck. “You’re a disgrace—a filthy boy. I’m your elder, your kin, and you dare talk to me like that?” she snapped back.

Julian chuckled as he leaned in, his lips barely an inch away from hers. “Elder? Kin? That just makes it sweeter, doesn’t it, Grandma? Go ahead, curse me all you want. But you’re still here, letting your grandson ruin you.”

Gregoria’s eyes widened, her hands twitching like she might strike. “Ruin me?” she whispered, voice raw. “You’re the one ruined, Julian—my own grandson, hard on his grandmother. What kind of monster did I raise?”

Julian’s thumb teased her lip again, his smirk unwavering. “You raised a king,” he whispered. “And you’re aching. Say it, Grandma—say your grandson’s got you begging without even trying.”

Gregoria’s expression shifted her chest rising fast as the flush deepened on her cheeks. She leaned forward, just enough to close the gap between their lips.

“Begging? No, Julian—I could have you on your knees, grandson or not. I’m still the one who made you, and I could break you just as easy—make you crawl for your own grandmother’s mercy.”

The words hit like a spark, and Julian’s grin twisted, wild and hungry. In one swift move, he grabbed her wrists, spinning her back and pinned her hard against the wall.

His hands locked hers above her head, his breath hot against her cheek. “Break me?” he growled. “You’re the one pinned, Grandma—my own flesh, squirming under me. Still think you’re the one in charge?”

Her eyes blazed with defiance as her body tensed beneath him. “You’re a beast,” she spat, but her voice wavered, laced with something she couldn’t name.

“A grandson caging his grandmother like some prize—what’s next, Julian? Going to fuck me against this wall?”

He laughed, pressing himself closer, his cock brushing her hip. “Tempting, isn’t it, Grandma?” He whispered, lips grazing her ear.

“You daring me like that—my own grandma, talking filth. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll make you scream for the boy you raised.”

His free hand slid to her waist, fingers digging in, sensual and possessive. “Say it again—tell me to break. Let’s see who cracks first.”