I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Meanwhile, at the peak of the sect’s mountains, hidden among clouds that shimmered with spiritual energy, stood a pavilion that seemed to be the part of heavens itself.

Its jade pillars glowed faintly and the structure exuded an aura of divinity, as if it belonged to gods rather than mortals.

Within a vast chamber, a throne of white jade dominated the space, and upon it sat the true Sect Leader of the Heavenly Moon Sect. Her golden hair cascaded like a river of sunlight and her golden eyes glowed faintly with violet gleam.

Her figure was that of perfection—curvy, with generous “mountains,” a thin waist, and wide hips accentuated by a golden gown. The dress had slit on both sides, revealing long, flawless legs that seemed to beckon and command at once.

In front of her knelt a familiar figure—Luoshi, her head bowed in reverence. Her usual sharpness had faded, replaced by complete submission under the presence of the Sect Leader.

“Who is this monk?” she asked, her golden eyes narrowing as she leaned forward, her gaze piercing the kneeling disciple.

Luoshi answered immediately. “Master, he is just a normal monk we stumbled upon while walking through the market at the mountain’s base.”

Her voice was steady, but a faint tension betrayed her unease. She had seen the monk’s charm, his unsettling presence, and the way he had captivated her fellow disciples. To call him “normal” felt like a lie, but she had no proof of anything more.

The Sect Leader tapped her slender finger against the armrest, her eyes glinting with something between curiosity and suspicion.

“A normal monk,” she repeated. “Yet he walks our sect as if he owns it, stirring whispers and challenging disciples with talk of ‘love under the moonlight.’”

She had flawlessly maintained her disguise as a male disciple earlier. It was an act to test her sect’s loyalty and observe newcomers like this monk. But Julian’s bold words had caught her off guard, hinting he might see through her facade.

Luoshi hesitated, her hands clenching to fists. “He… speaks with wisdom, Master,” she said carefully. “His words carry a strange power, and his presence draws eyes—especially the female disciples. But I sensed no malice. He claims to follow the ‘path of nature,’ whatever that means.”

She paused, then added, “When you faced him as Senior Brother, he seemed… too aware, as if he knew more than he let on.”

The Sect Leader’s lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes remained sharp. “Too aware, you say? Interesting.”

She rose from the throne, her golden dress shimmering as she stepped forward. The slits in her dress parted, revealing more of her legs, but her aura was pure dominance.

“A monk who speaks of love and walks with the confidence of a king is no ordinary wanderer. Luoshi, keep watch on him. If he is more than he seems, I want to know—before he disrupts the sect further.”

Luoshi bowed deeper. “Yes, Master.” She rose and retreated from the chamber, her mind racing with questions about the monk.

The Sect Leader remained standing, her golden eyes gazing into the distance, as if seeing beyond the pavilion’s walls.

“The path of nature,” she murmured, her curiosity piqued. “Let us see what nature has brought to my sect.”

Back in Mei’s room, Julian’s eyes opened, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His caught a ripple—a distant surge of power from the mountain’s peak.

She’s watching, he thought, his amusement growing.

Meanwhile, Mei opened her eyes and her face brightened upon seeing Julian lounging on the bed.

“Brother Monk, you’re back!” she beamed, lunging toward him on the bed.

Julian’s lips curved into a warm smile. “Yes, I am,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. His hands slid upward, boldly cupping her breast, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with a teasing glint. “It seems you like it very much,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper.

Julian’s smile deepened. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice low and magnetic. “The softness makes me connect with nature more.”

Inwardly, he cringed at the line but his delivery was flawless, making Mei’s blush deepen.

But their intimacy was cut short by a gentle knock at the door.

Mei’s eyes widened, and she hurriedly stepped back, smoothing her dress to regain composure. Julian’s smirk softened to a smile as he leaned back on the bed.

Mei glanced at him, then moved to the door, her hands still trembling slightly from their closeness. She opened it, revealing Luoshi standing in the corridor, her face adorned with a warm, welcoming smile that seemed almost too perfect.

Julian’s smirk widened, hidden behind his serene monk’s facade. So, she has come, he thought.

“Junior Sister Mei,” Luoshi said, her voice sweet as honey. “I hope I’m not intruding! I heard our esteemed monk was still with us, and I couldn’t resist stopping by to offer my greetings.”

Her gaze drifted to Julian, who sat up on the bed, a calm expression on his face.

“Brother Monk, it’s a pleasure to see you again. The sect is buzing with talk of your… inspiring presence.”

Mei blinked, caught off guard by Luoshi’s warmth. “Senior Sister Luoshi, that’s kind of you,” she said, stepping aside to let her enter. “Brother Monk has been… helping me with my cultivation.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she glanced at Julian. Luoshi’s smile didn’t falter, but her eyes flicked between them, noting the tension.

Julian stood, his smile as warm as Luoshi’s. “Amitabha, Young Miss,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Your hospitality honors the Heavenly Moon Sect. I am but a humble monk, grateful for the chance to share the path of nature with such dedicated disciples.”

Luoshi’s smile widened, her hands joining together as if in delight. “Oh, we’re the ones honored!” she said. “Your words at the courtyard—about love under the moonlight—have set hearts aflutter. Even our Senior Brother was intrigued, though he’s far too serious for such debates.”

She laughed softly, testing for a reaction. The mention of the “male” disciple—the Sect Leader’s disguise—hung in the air, a subtle probe to see if Julian would bite.

Julian’s gaze remained serene, his eyes meeting Luoshi’s with amusement.

“The path of nature is vast. It speaks to the heart, the spirit, and the flow of all things. I’m glad my words have impacted the young cultivators.”

Luoshi’s smile held, but her eyes glinted with something sharper—curiosity, perhaps, or the faintest trace of doubt.

“How wonderful,” she said, her tone still warm. “The sect could learn much from such wisdom. Perhaps you’ll share more at the upcoming disciple assembly? It would be a treat for us all.”

Her invitation was gracious, but her real intention was clear: she wanted him in the open, where her master—the Sect Leader—could observe him closely.

Mei brightened at the idea, oblivious to the undercurrent. “That would be amazing, Senior Sister!” she said, then turned to Julian, her eyes pleading. “Brother Monk, you’ll stay for it, won’t you?”

Julian bowed slightly, his smile unwavering. “Amitabha,” he chanted, his voice soothing. “If the heavens will it, I shall share what I can.”

The golden-haired queen on her throne, he thought, recalling the pavilion’s divine aura. She’s testing me through her disciple.

For now, he would play along, let Luoshi think she held the reins, and wait for the Sect Leader to show her hand.

Luoshi nodded, her smile as bright as ever. “Then I won’t keep you,” she said, stepping toward the door. “Rest well, Brother Monk, and do visit the lotus pavilion tomorrow—it’s lovely this time of year.”

She walked out, leaving a faint scent of jasmine in her wake.

Mei closed the door, her eyes were wide with excitement. “Brother Monk, sister Luoshi was so nice!” she said, unaware of the game at play. “Maybe the sect will embrace your path.”

Her voice was hopeful, her earlier intimacy stirring back up as she stepped closer.

“So, shall we start our next chapter, Mei’er?” Julian said, his eyes glinting with mischief as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Mei’er flushed. “Yes, Brother Monk,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Julian gestured to the open space beside him. “Sit,” he said, his tone gentle but commanding.

Mei’er obeyed, settling on lotus position beside him. “What now, Brother?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Julian’s smile deepened, his “sword” twitching beneath his robes.

“Mei’er, remember: a desire, when it drowns the spirit, turns to lust. But when guided, it becomes power.”

His hands moved to her arms, gripping them gently, his touch sending a shiver through her. Her eyes locked with his, wide and trusting, as he slowly guided her hands to his thighs.

Her heart raced, pounding in her chest, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming yet thrilling.

“Calm yourself,” Julian instructed, his voice soothing. “Take a deep breath.”

Mei’er nodded, doing as she was told, her chest rising and falling as she inhaled deeply.