I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

She could feel each of his footsteps as if they were ringing inside her head. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders at first, the contact sending a small shiver down her spine. Then, slowly, he slid them down to her upper back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her gown.

The position was even more intimate than before.

Standing like this, their bodies were almost touching. She could sense the heat radiating from him, the solid presence at her back, the subtle tremble in her own frame as her breathing had already begun to quicken.

“Relax, Mother,” he whispered near her ear. “Let the mana flow naturally.”

Olivia closed her eyes tightly.

A soft blue glow appeared around Julian’s hands as he began sending a small amount of his mana into her. The energy was gentle at first, warm and soothing, like a slow tide washing over her consciousness.

In response, the reverse flow of her own mana into his body started naturally, creating a balanced circuit between them.

Her body flinched a little.

phew

A soft gasp escaped her mouth.

This session already felt different to Olivia than the previous ones. It was warm, gentle, and almost maternal — like a mother’s embrace wrapping around her soul. The mana did not rush or overwhelm her immediately.

Instead, it flowed smoothly, spreading through her shoulders, down her spine, and into her core with a comforting rhythm. Her tense muscles slowly relaxed. Her breathing, which had been shallow and nervous, gradually turned more normal.

“Mmm…” she hummed softly, almost involuntarily.

For the first few minutes, Olivia allowed herself to simply breathe and accept the flow. Her hands loosened their tight grip in front of her. Her shoulders dropped slightly. The fear and shame that had gripped her earlier began to ease, replaced by a quiet sense of trust.

Julian kept his hands steady on her upper back, his fingers making small, soothing circles. He was careful and held back the full intensity of the dual flow for now. He wanted her body to adjust first. He wanted her to lower her guard completely.

“You are doing well, Mother,” he murmured softly. “Just let it flow. There is no rush.”

Olivia nodded faintly. A small, relieved sigh escaped her lips.

“It feels… different this time,” she whispered. “Warmer. Gentler. Like… like you are truly helping me, not just taking.”

Julian smiled behind her, though she could not see it.

“That is the goal,” he replied.

As he spoke, he slowly began to increase the exchange. The blue glow around his hands brightened just a fraction. He started sending a little more of his own mana into her while drawing hers out in equal measure. The circuit became more active, more alive.

Olivia’s breath hitched again.

“Ah…”

A new wave of sensation spread through her. It was still gentle, but deeper now. The mana flowed through her chest, making her breasts feel warm and sensitive. It traveled down her spine, pooling in her lower abdomen and sending soft tingles between her thighs. Her nipples, already slightly hardened from nervousness, tightened further against the fabric of her gown.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stay composed.

But her body was responding.

Her breathing grew heavier once more. Soft, almost inaudible whimpers began slipping from her lips with every stronger pulse of the exchange. Her hands moved unconsciously to rest on the edge of the bed for support as her knees weakened slightly.

Her breathing grew heavier once more. Soft, almost inaudible whimpers began slipping from her lips with every stronger pulse of the exchange. Her hands moved unconsciously to rest on the edge of the bed for support as her knees weakened slightly. The warmth spreading through her body was becoming harder to ignore, sinking deeper into her core with every passing second.

And it was then his hands moved.

He slowly caressed the line of her spine and his fingers traced downward with deliberate care. The touch was light at first, almost teasing, before his palms slid forward around her sides. He wrapped them around the lower curves of her breasts, cupping the soft, heavy weight from beneath.

“Mhhh…”

A deep, throaty moan escaped her lips as she felt each and every movement of his hands.

But somehow… she felt weirdly calm.

Have I gotten used to this? she asked herself in a haze of confusion and shame.

However, there was no time for questions and answers.

The next moment, without any warning, his mana entered rapidly into her body.

This was different. She could feel it.

She could recognize the purity, the strength, and the overwhelming authority that this mana carried along with it. This was the mana of an Arch Mage. It surged through her like a river breaking its banks, flooding every meridian and vessel with breathtaking intensity.

Olivia bit her lip hard, bracing herself for pain. She expected the usual burning sensation – the tearing feeling that came when foreign mana forced its way through unrefined pathways. But surprisingly, there was no pain.

Kraven’s mana flowed through her vessels as if it were her own.

It moved with smooth, harmonious grace, depositing itself gently into her core before nourishing every part of her being one by one. Her core expanded slowly, like a flower blooming under sunlight. Her vessels strengthened, becoming wider, more resilient, and far more efficient. Her entire consciousness began warming, as if a gentle fire had been lit deep inside her soul, spreading comfort and power in equal measure.

If one were to hear such results, they would think that the process had to have been painful or exhausting. But this was weirdly gentle to Olivia.

She could feel his hands playing with her breasts. Sometimes he cupped them from below and lifted them slightly, as if appreciating their full weight and softness. Other times his fingers dug deeper, squeezing the plush flesh until it spilled between his fingers.

Her cheeks flushed slightly. However, there was no revulsion. Instead, she felt strangely calm, almost as if his hands were meant to be there.

Julian himself was aroused behind her.

Her breasts were truly a thing of beauty. He could feel her hardened nipples pressing against his palms through the gown, begging for attention.