I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

As soon as those words ended, Julian coughed again.

“Cough… cough… Okay, Mother… if you say so.”

Olivia smiled gently, though the worry never fully left her eyes. She shifted on the bed, turning her body so she was sitting with her back partially toward him, ready to offer herself once more.

“So tell me,” she whispered, her voice soft and slightly nervous. “How should we start?”

Julian’s voice came out tired but clear.

“As before, Mother. Face away from me. Your back to me.”

Olivia obeyed without hesitation, turning fully to present her back to him. The red gown clung to her mature figure, tracing the elegant line of her spine and the gentle curve of her hips. Her dark hair, pinned up with a bow, left the nape of her neck exposed—an intimate and vulnerable detail.

Julian raised his hands and placed them gently on her shoulders.

Unlike the previous time, this time she did not flinch. Instead, she remained still, almost expectant, as if she had already accepted the intimacy of the process.

He started by sending a small flow of his mana into her system through her shoulders. The blue light bloomed softly around his palms, glowing warm and gentle as it slipped into her body.

“Ahh…”

A soft, breathy sound of pleasure escaped Olivia’s lips before she could stop it.

Her back arched slightly and the movement pressed her shoulders more firmly against his hands.

swishhh

The mana flowed through her like liquid warmth, spreading from her shoulders down her spine and into her core. It felt soothing at first, then deeper — a pleasant, tingling sensation that made her toes curl inside her shoes.

Julian watched the back of her neck, noting the way a faint shiver ran through her. He kept the initial flow light, letting her body adjust, before slowly reversing the direction.

Suddenly, her rich Peak Sovereign mana began flowing into his body through their contact point.

“Mmmh…”

Another moan slipped from Olivia’s lips, lower and more drawn out this time. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly as the sensation intensified. She could feel her own power being drawn out of her. It moved through her chest, making her breasts feel heavy and sensitive, then lower, spreading a deep, throbbing heat through her abdomen and thighs.

“Haa… Kraven…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It feels… even stronger than last time…”

Julian remained focused, his hands steady on her shoulders. He could feel her mana pouring into him. It soothed his damaged vessels, repairing the micro-tears and replenishing what he had lost.

The relief was immediate and profound. Kraven’s patterns stirred faintly, feeding on the closeness and her soft sounds, but he kept them suppressed.

Olivia’s breathing grew heavier.

“Nngh… ahh…”

She tried to stay quiet by biting her lower lip, but the pleasure-like warmth spreading through her body made it nearly impossible. Every pulse of mana leaving her core sent ripples of sensation through her, making her thighs press together and her nipples harden against the fabric of her gown.

Julian kept the flow controlled, careful not to take too much at once.

“Mother,” he said softly. “If it becomes too much, tell me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Olivia shook her head slightly.

“No… it’s alright. Take what you need. I can handle it… for you.”

She leaned back slightly and pressed her back more firmly against his hands. The movement caused her gown to shift, the fabric pulling tighter across her breasts. Another soft moan escaped her as a particularly strong wave of mana left her body.

“Mmmph… haa…”

The room was filled with the quiet sounds of her breathing and the occasional helpless moan she couldn’t fully suppress.

However, the next moment, the flow of the mana weakened considerably.

What had been a powerful, surging river of energy just seconds ago slowed to a mere trickle, until Julian was absorbing barely five percent of the initial transfer.

Olivia noticed it immediately. Her chest was still heaving from the exertion, but despite the lingering haze of fatigue clouding her mind, the fierce, protective instinct to help her son overrode every other thought.

She couldn’t allow this to fail… not when Kraven’s recovery hung in the balance.

“Kraven…” she said, her voice breathy but urgent. “It’s weakening again, just like the previous session. You can do it more comfortably from the back. It worked better that way before.”

She remembered it clearly. During their last session, when Kraven had shifted his hands from her shoulders to her spine, the connection had deepened dramatically. The mana had surged with renewed intensity, flowing more smoothly and powerfully through her body into Julian.

She glanced back at Kraven with soft, determined eyes, silently conveying her resolve.

Julian couldn’t help but smile faintly at her obedience and selflessness. She really was deeply concerned for her son’s health—to the point that she was ready to set aside every personal boundary and offer even more intimate contact without being asked.

His hands slowly slid down her back.

No matter how prepared Olivia thought she was, she could not stop the slight tremor that ran through her at his touch. The red gown shifted beneath his palms, its smooth fabric gliding softly over her skin as his fingers traced their way downward.

He did not rush.

His fingers followed the elegant line of her spine in slow, careful motions, lingering just enough to feel each subtle reaction. At first, her body tensed beneath his hands – a natural instinct she could not control. But little by little, that tension faded, replaced by a gradual softness, as if she were giving in to the closeness of the moment.

With every inch his hands traveled, the space between them seemed to grow heavier.

His hands finally came to a stop.

His fingertips rested along the side curve of her breast, the contact light yet unmistakable. From his angle, with her back slightly arched toward him, the position carried a quiet, magnetic allure.