I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian’s hand reached beneath her, finding her clit.

“Then cum,” he said simply. “Cum for everyone watching. Show them what a well-fucked whore looks like.”

The orgasm that tore through Valeria was beyond anything she had experienced before.

She screamed as if she were pierced by multiple swords at same time. Her entire body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on Julian’s cock so hard it bordered on painful.

Distantly, through the fog of overwhelming sensation, she heard gasps from around the room.

“Did she just—”

“Holy shit, look at that—”

“I’ve never seen anyone—”

But Valeria couldn’t process any of it. She was lost, drowning, consumed entirely by pleasure.

Julian continued fucking her through it, prolonging the orgasm until Valeria’s screams became sobs, until her body went limp.

Only then did he finally allow his own release.

His grip tightened, his pace became erratic for the first time, and with a low groan, he came deep inside her, flooding her with his seed.

Valeria felt it—the warmth, the throbbing—and somehow managed one more weak moan despite her complete exhaustion.

When Julian finally withdrew and released her hips, Valeria collapsed completely onto the floor. Her body was covered in sweat, trembling uncontrollably, leaking his cum onto the carpet.

She had been thoroughly, completely, utterly destroyed.

And tomorrow, everyone in the Gilded Rose would know it.

After few minutes of catching his breath, Julian stood and casually adjusted his clothes.

“Keep the money,” he said calmly. “You earned it.”

Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the exit, leaving Valeria collapsed on the floor.

***

Meanwhile,

Julian continued walking his way back to the Silver Moon Inn. He took a deep breath and felt the tension in his body finally release.

“This is what I missed,” he said to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Fucking someone until they pass out.”

The night air added to the refreshment, clearing his mind as he walked through the now-quieter streets. After about five minutes, he found his way back to the Silver Moon Inn.

He entered through the main door, noting that the common room was much quieter now than it had been earlier. Only a few guests remained.

Julian’s eyes swept the room and landed on the bar, where a cute-looking young girl stood polishing glasses. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen or twenty.

She looked up as Julian approached, and her eyes widened slightly at his appearance before she calmed her expression back to professional mask.

Julian leaned on the bar, giving her his most charming smile.

“Good evening,” he said smoothly. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Julian. I’m staying in room thirty-three.”

The girl’s cheeks colored slightly, but she maintained her professional demeanor.

“Good evening, Mr. Julian. I’m Tessa. Can I get you something?”

“That depends,” Julian replied, his tone playful. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing working the late shift alone? Surely you should have admirers keeping you company.”

Tessa’s blush deepened, but she didn’t slip.

“The inn doesn’t pay me to have admirers, Mr. Julian. It pays me to serve drinks and keep the bar clean. So unless you’re ordering something, I should probably get back to work.”

Julian laughed—genuinely impressed by her response. “Professional and quick-witted. I like that.”

“I’m sure you do, sir,” Tessa replied, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips now. “But I’m also certain you know how I am going to reply, so perhaps we could skip ahead to the part where you either order a drink or go upstairs to your room?”

“Direct too,” Julian observed. “You’re full of surprises, Tessa.”

“And you’re full of compliments that I’m sure work wonderfully elsewhere, Mr. Julian,” she countered. “But I’ve been doing this job for three years, and I’ve learned that handsome travelers with smooth words usually want something other than my sparkling conversation.”

Julian raised his hands in surrender, grinning. “Guilty as charged. You’ve seen through my attempts at charm.”

“Was it meant to be subtle?” Tessa asked innocently, and Julian laughed again.

“Clearly not subtle enough. Very well, you win this round. What drinks do you have?”

Tessa’s expression shifted slightly.

“We have many options, Mr. Julian. But I should warn you—our premium selections cost quite a lot. Most guests prefer the house ale or the standard wine.”

Julian smiled. “Show me the premium selections anyway. I’m curious.”

Tessa hesitated, clearly uncertain whether he could actually afford what she was about to show him. She took out a key from her uniform pocket and opened the cabinet, revealing several luxury bottles arranged on the shelves.

“Well,” she said, pulling out three bottles and setting them carefully on the bar, “these are our finest offerings.”

She indicated the first bottle.

“This is Crimson Tears of the Eternal Vine. It’s a red wine from the southern valleys, aged for fifty years in enchanted barrels. The enchantment preserves it perfectly while enhancing the flavor. It costs three gold per bottle.”

Julian nodded, examining the bottle with interest.

Tessa moved to the second bottle.

“This is Moonlight Whisper. It’s a rare elven spirit distilled from flowers that only bloom during lunar eclipses. The elves claim it captures the essence of moonlight itself. It costs five gold per bottle.”

“Poetic,” Julian commented.

Finally, Tessa indicated the third bottle—the most luxury of all.

“And this,” she said nervously, “is Starfall Ambrosia. It’s the most expensive drink we stock. Nobody really knows exactly how it’s made but it’s said to be blessed by celestial beings. One bottle costs twelve gold.”

She paused, then added quickly, “Of course, if these are beyond your budget, we have excellent wines starting at just a few silver—”

“I’ll take the Starfall Ambrosia,” Julian interrupted casually.

Tessa froze, her mouth hanging open slightly. “I… what?”

“The Starfall Ambrosia,” Julian repeated, pulling out his coin pouch. “The twelve gold one. I’ll take a bottle.”

He counted out twelve gold coins and placed them on the bar with soft clinks.

Tessa stared at the coins, then at Julian, then back at the coins.