I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 755: You

”She was working there against her will. The moment I saw her, something about her caught my attention. She had this quiet fire in her eyes even while surrounded by filth and despair. Later, I came to know the full truth. She had been kidnapped from her family during a raid on their caravan months earlier and sold into that place. Since I took a strong liking to her, I decided to help her escape.”

Although Julian could not properly see Louisa’s face, he could feel every subtle reaction in her body. She was trembling now. Her breathing had grown noticeably shallower, her back rising and falling with quicker, uneven breaths.

He let the silence linger for a heartbeat before continuing.

”That girl turned out to be far more important than I initially realized. She was the granddaughter of a reclusive and extraordinarily powerful mage. The old man had withdrawn from the world decades ago, hiding his knowledge from the great academies and noble houses. When I returned his granddaughter to him, he saw it as a life debt. In gratitude, he took me under his wing and imparted knowledge that deviates completely from the normal understanding of mana. Methods that most Arch Mages in the capital would kill to possess. Under his brutal and relentless mentorship, I rose to the level of Arch Mage in mere months.”

The lie flowed smoothly from his lips and Julian could sense it was doing its work.

Louisa’s trembling increased for a moment.

The story painted a vivid and believable picture: a mysterious, shadowy mentor operating outside the rules of the magical world, someone powerful enough to transform a disgraced noble into one of the strongest mages alive in such a short time.

It explained everything without leaving any room for questions and doubt.

Julian smiled faintly.

”So now you have your answers, Aunt. The real story behind Ezakael and my sudden rise. Was it everything you hoped for?”

Louisa was silent for a long moment after Julian had finished speaking.

To be honest, what could she even say?

It was such a cliché story that she wanted to not believe it. This young boy meant to say that he saved a girl from a brothel, and then this girl turned out to be the granddaughter of some unknown extraordinarily powerful master.

Furthermore,

This master, overcome with gratitude, taught him secret magic that was beyond normal mages’ comprehension.

It sounded like something her mother used to sing to her when she was a little girl and cried to stay up late at night — a story about a knight in shining armor rescuing a damsel and receiving a great reward.

A fairy tale.

But that being said, the proof was right in front of her eyes.

This disgraced son of the Duke had really turned into a powerful mage.

As much as she wanted to deny the story, there were enough facts to force her to believe it. Or at least, to accept it as the most plausible explanation.

Louisa slowly straightened up from the table. Her hands lingered on the edge for a second longer before she turned around to face him. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, her breathing not yet fully steady.

She looked at Julian with a complex expression.

”A fairy tale,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of dry humor. ”You expect me to believe you played the hero in some back-alley brothel, rescued a damsel in distress, and then her mysterious grandfather decided to turn you into an Arch Mage out of gratitude?”

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

”It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud,” she continued. ”Like something from a cheap bard’s song. The fallen noble finds true love and power in the slums. Happily ever after.”

Julian remained silent, watching her with calm, unreadable eyes.

sigh...

”But...” Louisa admitted, ”the results are undeniable. So no matter how fairy-tale-like your story sounds... I have no choice but to believe there is truth in it.”

She stepped a bit closer.

Now there was almost no distance between them. Her full, soft breasts pressed firmly against his chest and the corset did nothing to hide the warmth and weight of them. The contact was hot, intimate, and unmistakably intentional.

Her eyes glinted with a sharp light as she looked up at him, her voice dropping into a low, husky whisper.

”What really is your goal, my nephew?” she asked, her breath warm against his collarbone. ”What do you want at the end?”

Julian looked at her with a slow smile.

The game had stretched for long enough. This back and forth, the careful words, the teasing — it was starting to bore him. He finally closed the last bit of space between them.

His body pressed fully against hers, her breasts flattening completely against his chest. A sharp gasp escaped her lips at the sudden contact, but she did not flinch away.

Instead, she stayed exactly where she was.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke.

”I only want you on my bed.”

Louisa’s breathing quickened instantly.

”But...” Julian continued, his hand sliding slowly down her side, resting possessively on her hip, ”I want more than just you.”

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze burning with raw, unfiltered desire.

”You... Olivia... Vanessa... everyone. I want you all on my bed. I want to taste every inch of you. That is what I want.”

The confession hung heavy in the air between them.

Louisa’s eyes widened, her lips parting in genuine shock.

For a few heartbeats, she simply stared at him. Her breathing had turned shallow and fast, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. The words had clearly hit her harder than she expected.

Julian didn’t move. He held her there, one hand on her hip, the other resting lightly on the small of her back, keeping her close.

”So...” he said, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl, ”what are you going to do with this?”

Louisa remained frozen for a long moment. Her mind was clearly racing.

”You... you’re serious,” she whispered, almost to herself. ”You really want... all of us?”