I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Julian closed his eyes for a second, feeling the warmth of her touch.

“It’s manageable,” he lied. “The medicine Father gave me is helping. I just need rest.”

Olivia didn’t look convinced. She stayed seated beside him, her hand still resting lightly on his hair. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of his labored breathing.

After a long pause, she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“When I saw the light from the training ground… when I felt the clash of those two powers… I was terrified. For a moment, I thought something terrible had happened to you.”

She looked down at him, her eyes glistening with unspoken emotions.

“You’ve become so strong, Kraven. Stronger than I ever imagined. But strength like this… it comes with a price. I don’t want to see you destroy yourself trying to prove something.”

Julian opened his eyes and looked up at her.

“Father had hopes of me,”

He said quietly.

“I needed to do it. Father and Commander Aldric were already suspicious of me. If I had suddenly backed out and avoided the duel, it would have been even more suspicious.”

Olivia remained silent.

She knew he was right. Only she knew the truth behind her son’s sudden and terrifying rise in power.

To anyone else, especially to her husband, Kraven’s explosive growth from a mediocre mage to an Arch Mage in just a few months was nothing short of suspicious.

In fact, it was suspicious to her as well. That was exactly why she had come to interrogate him earlier that day.

After a few long moments, she looked down at Julian again, her expression softening with genuine worry.

“How are you feeling?” she asked gently.

“Cough… cough…” Julian coughed weakly, his face twisting in discomfort.

“I lost too much of my mana during the fight with the Commander.”

That excuse sounded very decent, and it seemed to do its job. Olivia’s concern deepened immediately. Her voice became softer.

“I know…” she whispered.

“You even used your mana to improve my cultivation and make me younger earlier today. You have drained too much of yourself.”

She took a deep breath.

“The fact that you did that for me… and still had enough strength left to fight against the Commander just a few hours later… it’s surprising. Almost frightening.”

Olivia looked at his pale face, the bandages wrapped around his chest and shoulder, and the faint bloodstains that had seeped through. Her heart tightened.

She hesitated for a long moment, clearly struggling with her next words. Then, quietly and with visible nervousness, she said:

“You can… take some of my mana.”

The offer came out of nowhere.

Julian, who had been carefully maintaining his weak and exhausted performance, was genuinely taken aback for a moment. His eyes widened slightly as he looked up at her.

Olivia quickly looked away and Julian could see a faint flush creeping up her neck and cheeks. She continued speaking but her voice had lowered in tone.

“You gave me so much today. You strengthened my foundation and even restored my youth. If my mana can help you recover even a little… then you should take it. I don’t want to see you suffer like this.”

She finally turned her gaze back to him.

“I know it might feel… strange. But right now, you are hurt because of me as well. Let me do something for you.”

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Julian stared at her, momentarily speechless. He could feel Kraven’s residual patterns stirring faintly in the back of his mind, excited by the intimate offer, but he kept them firmly suppressed.

Then he composed himself and intentionally coughed.

“Cough… cough…!”

This time, a few spurts of blood poured out from his mouth, splattering onto Olivia’s hand that was resting gently on his chest. The warm, dark red droplets stained her fair skin and the sleeve of her orange gown.

Olivia immediately tensed and her eyes widened in alarm.

“Kraven…! Are you okay?” she asked urgently, her voice laced with worry as she leaned closer.

Julian smiled weakly, his face pale and exhausted.

“Yes, Mother… I am. The near-empty core is making it hard to heal properly.”

He looked up at her face and smiled internally.

Its working.

He could clearly see the shift in her eyes. The hesitation melted away, replaced by a shining determination. The sight of his blood on her hand had pushed her over the edge.

Olivia took a deep breath.

“Kraven… take some of my mana,” she said firmly.

“I am a Peak Sovereign mage now. I can absorb it back easily afterward. Let me help you.”

Julian hesitated for a moment, playing his role perfectly.

“But Mother… are you sure?”

Olivia nodded without any doubt left in her expression. She brought both hands to gently cup his cheeks, her thumbs brushing softly against his pale skin.

“Yes, dear,” she said, her voice soft yet resolute.

“It’s just mana absorption. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Julian was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

“Okay, Mother… Help me sit upright.”

Olivia stood up from the edge of the bed and carefully leaned over him. She slid one arm behind his back and the other under his shoulder, gently helping him rise into a sitting position.

As she did so, her body moved close to his.

The neckline of her orange gown shifted, giving Julian a clear view of her full, mature cleavage. The soft, pale curves rose and fell with her slightly quickened breathing, only inches away from his face.

Julian’s eyes lingered for a brief second before he looked away.

As she helped him upright, a fresh wave of pain hit him. He coughed again, and another small spurt of blood escaped his lips. It landed on her collarbone and trickled slowly down into the space between her breasts.

Olivia didn’t flinch. Instead, her grip on him tightened protectively.

“Easy… easy,” she whispered, her voice filled with concern.

“Don’t push yourself.”