I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 764: A new ambition

Olivia’s breath caught slightly. That was not the sentence that she thought she would have heard after all that had happened.

And the implication behind his words were clear.

Another session meant repeating what had just happened. More intimacy. More of his hands on her body. More of those overwhelming sensations she had barely survived the first time.

She pulled her hands back from his face slowly, though she remained sitting close to him on the bed. Her fingers fidgeted with the fabric of her gown as she tried to regain some composure.

The shame from earlier was still burning inside her, but so was the relief that he was safe and even stronger now.

”I’m... glad,” she whispered, lowering her gaze for a moment. ”I was so scared. I thought something had gone wrong.”

She looked back up at him.

”You really broke through to mid-level Arch Mage... just from my mana?”

There was awe in her voice now, mixed with lingering disbelief.

”That’s... incredible. Terrifying, but incredible.”

She shifted slightly on the bed, wincing a little as her sensitive body reminded her of what had transpired. Her breasts still felt tender and heavy, her nipples occasionally brushing against the damp fabric with every movement. She crossed her arms loosely over her chest, trying to hide how obvious her arousal still was.

”Kraven...” she said softly, almost hesitantly. ”If you need another session... I won’t refuse. As long as you’re careful.”

She paused, biting her lower lip.

”But... we need to be more careful next time. What happened today... it went too far. I... I lost control of myself. That can’t happen again.”

Even as she said the words, a small, traitorous part of her wondered if she truly meant them. And Julian as cunning as ever, could see the conflict within her far too clearly. He gave her a small, reassuring nod.

”I understand, Mother,” he said gently. ”We’ll be more careful. But thank you... for everything you gave me today. I wouldn’t have been able to break through without you.”

Olivia’s heart fluttered strangely at his words. She looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

The room fell into a heavy silence once more. No one dared talk.

Finally, about few moments later, Olivia stood up slowly.

Her movements were careful and slightly unsteady, as though her legs were still recovering. She smoothed down the front of her red gown with both hands, trying to restore some semblance of dignity. Her cheeks remained flushed, and she avoided looking directly at him for more than a second at a time.

”I’ll be leaving now,” she said quietly. ”Take rest and do not overexert your body.”

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked toward the door.

Julian watched her go in silence.

Her figure was graceful even now and the red gown swayed gently behind her with each step. He followed her with his eyes until she reached the door, opened it, and slipped quietly into the corridor.

click

The soft click of the latch echoed in the room as she closed it behind her. Her footsteps faded gradually down the hallway until they disappeared completely.

Once she had fully left, Julian let out a long breath and fell back onto the bed.

”Phew.”

He exhaled sharply and stared up at the ceiling with a rare expression of satisfaction on his face.

”That went way better than I had expected,” he whispered to himself.

The room was quiet now. Julian laid there for a long moment, letting his body fully relax as the breakthrough stabilized inside him. His mind, however, was anything but calm. It raced with thoughts of the two women who had occupied his attention recently.

Olivia and Louisa.

Both of them were extremely beautiful and alluring in their own distinct ways.

Olivia carried a graceful, mature elegance. Her body had aged like fine wine, full and soft in all the right places, yet still firm and well maintained. She was the perfect blend of maternal warmth and suppressed sensuality. Breaking her completely would be immensely satisfying.

Louisa, on the other hand, was sharper, more calculated, and dangerously seductive. She had come to him with clear political intentions, yet she had still offered her body in exchange for power. The memory of her bent over the table sent a fresh wave of heat through his body.

At first, when he had taken over Kraven’s body, he had dismissed these women. His only focus had been investigating the Servant of Death and finding the truth behind his own death.

Romance and conquest had been secondary concerns. But now, with his desire flaring up strongly, he wanted both of them.

He wanted them badly.

Louisa had basically given herself to him, but she was extremely cunning. He could not rule out the possibility that she might try to reject or manipulate the deal later if it no longer suited her.

She was a woman who played the long game. He would need to be careful with her.

Olivia, however, was a completely different subject.

She was softer, more emotional, and far more vulnerable. It was only a matter of time before she gave in completely. The mana transfers had already cracked her defenses and each session pushed her further into forbidden territory.

Even if she tried to resist, he would make sure she surrendered.

Talking about that...

He had not heard from Kraven’s sister, Vanessa, in quite some time.

A slow, predatory smile spread across Julian’s face as he thought about her. Vanessa was a beautiful woman in her own right.

Adding her to his list of conquests was something he had already decided on.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the fantasies play out in his mind.

Olivia moaning beneath him.

Louisa on her knees, trying to maintain her pride even as she submitted.

Vanessa, perhaps the most resistant of them all, eventually breaking under his touch.

The thought made his body stir with fresh desire. Kraven’s residual patterns stirred as well, feeding on the images, but Julian kept them under control. He was the one in charge here. These women would be his, but on his terms and in his time.

He opened his eyes again and stared at the ceiling.

Of course, he had not forgotten his original purpose. He needed information, power, and allies. But these women could serve multiple purposes. They could warm his bed, feed his ambitions, and perhaps even become useful tools in the larger game.