I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Yun Mei clenched her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm, but the sting of reality was hard to swallow.

“Besides,” Julian said, his eyes gleaming with mischief, you don’t even know how to pleasure a woman.”

Yun Mei stuttered immediately, her face burning red. “W-What are you talking about… Of course I know!” she snapped, crossing her arms defensively.

Julian laughed loudly, drawing glances from nearby maids who quickly averted their eyes with barely hidden smiles.

“Sure you do,” he teased, leaning forward. “Then tell me—have you ever even touched yourself before thinking about touching someone else?”

Yun Mei stared at him in disbelief, completely caught off guard. The “calm monk” had suddenly become a shameless devil.

“You… You shameless monk! How can you speak such things openly?” she whispered, looking around as if someone might overhear.

Julian’s smile widened, thoroughly enjoying her flustered reaction.

“Why not?” he said. “After all, back in my hometown, they used to call me Daddy Big Baldy.”

Yun Mei blinked in confusion. “Daddy Big Baldy…? What does that even mean?” she asked hesitantly.

Julian grinned even wider as he lowered his eyes to his lap. “Think about it.”

The moment her eyes followed his, she regretted it. She quickly turned her head away, pretending to focus on the auction below.

Meanwhile, Julian’s eyes drifted toward one of the maids standing quietly at the side.

Their gazes locked, and the maid immediately bowed respectfully.

He knew exactly what these “maids” really were — prostitutes, trained to serve high-level guests in all possible ways.

The one he was eyeing had a particularly fine figure — a busty chest, soft curves at her hips, and pretty, delicate features.

“Come here,” Julian said, his voice commanding but smooth.

The maid’s cheeks flushed faintly, but she quickly obeyed, stepping toward him with small, graceful steps. She stopped beside Julian’s chair, hands folded obediently before her, waiting for his next command.

Yun Mei glanced at the maid and then back at Julian, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Julian smiled, and without hesitation, he wrapped one hand around the maid’s slim waist and gently pulled her down onto his lap.

The maid gasped softly but didn’t resist.

“Please her…” Julian said, his fingers caressing the maid’s hip, And I’ll put in good words about you with Miss Luoshi.”

“What…?” Yun Mei froze, unsure if she had just heard what she had just heard.

Her heart pounded rapidly, a storm of emotions swirling inside her — anger, shame… and an undeniable flicker of hope.

She had seen it earlier.

The way the monk casually spoke to Luoshi, how Luoshi treated him with unusual warmth and respect. Yun Mei had wanted to talk to him privately, to ask for advice, to find a way — any way — to get closer to Luoshi.

But before she could gather her courage, Julian had cornered her like this.

It’s like he can read my mind… she thought bitterly.

Meanwhile, Julian didn’t rush her. His palm slid down the maid’s exposed thigh, caressing the smooth skin.

“Mmh…” the maid moaned, pressing herself closer to his body.

Yun Mei’s face flushed deeper as she watched the scene unfold, trapped between disgust, jealousy, and a strange curiosity she couldn’t suppress.

She imagined it was Luoshi instead. Sitting there. Moaning like that.

She bit her tongue.

The seconds dragged on like hours. And still, Julian said nothing — simply letting his actions speak louder, waiting patiently to see what Yun Mei would do.

“Are you sure…?” Yun Mei finally managed to ask, her voice trembling slightly.

Julian looked up, his smile wicked and knowing. His bulge pressed against the maid’s body, making her gasp quietly. Her cheeks blushed deep as she grinded on his lap, feeling the sheer size beneath her.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said, glancing at Yun Mei without a hint of shame. “Your unimaginable fantasy might just come true… if you give a nice show for me.”

Yun Mei’s heart raced uncontrollably.

A chance to get closer to Luoshi — to have the monk’s support — it hung in front of her like forbidden fruit.

But the price…

She gritted her teeth, her body frozen between shame and temptation.

She had faced harder trials before. Compared to those, what was this small humiliation?

If enduring this would bring her closer to Luoshi… If it gave her even the faintest chance to win Luoshi’s heart…

Then she would grit her teeth and bear it.

“Okay,” Yun Mei said at last, her voice low but determined.

Julian’s smile widened, pleased by her answer. He said nothing more, just leaned back in his seat, his arms wrapped around the moaning maid, eyes fixed on Yun Mei.

Her face was flushed, her hands trembled slightly, but she stepped closer — closing the small distance between herself and the maid who sat obediently on Julian’s lap.

The maid extended her hands, and Yun Mei’s breath caught in her throat.

She had always admired women from afar… but she had never dared to touch — never been invited this close.

And now, this maid, so delicate and beautiful, sat waiting for her.

Yun Mei’s hand trembled as it reached out, caressing the maid’s arm. A shiver shot through her, electric, and she glanced at Julian instinctively.

He said nothing. He just watched, one hand around the maid’s waist, the other resting beside him — giving her control.

Yun Mei turned back, her cheeks flushed, lips parted in anticipation. Her fingers moved again — this time moving up the maid’s arm, then down to her wrist, feeling her pulse.

She could feel her own heart beating just as fast.

“You’re… beautiful,” Yun Mei whispered.

The maid looked up at her in surprise, then a smile played on her lips. “So are you,” she said gently.

Yun Mei’s chest tightened.

The compliment. The moment. The way they were both under the monk’s gaze, yet completely lost in each other.

Her hands moved to the maid’s waist, then hesitated; however, the maid didn’t.

She leaned in, lips brushing Yun Mei’s cheek, making her gasp.

Yun Mei’s hands tightened around the maid’s hips, and suddenly, the gap between them disappeared.

Their mouths met.

Soft at first. Testing. Curious.

Then deeper — more urgent.

The kiss tasted like freedom—like something long confined that had finally been released.

Yun Mei moaned into her mouth, caught in the thrill of it — the softness, the wetness, the dizzying warmth blooming between her thighs.

She had never known this kind of touch before.

Never known the way a woman’s lips could feel so tender… and so wicked.