I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 350: Gregoria and Julian back and forth

Time soon passed, and Julian remained seated in his chair, writing his grand plans for his world. His mind was racing with ideas but his concentration kept wavering, waiting for Gregoria.

”Is she not coming?” Julian chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his chair.

Just then, The system joined in, ”Host, I think she is way tougher than you think.”

Julian laughed lightly. ”Hmm... no. I mean, she was, but not anymore.”

The system paused for a moment, as if to reconsider his words. ”How so—”

Before it could finish, the sound of the door creaking open filled the room, and Julianʼs eyes immediately flicked to the entrance. His smirk widened, transforming into a more predatory grin as his gaze locked on the figure standing in the doorway.

Gregoria.

She was there. Finally.

Julianʼs heartbeat raced, but it was not out of excitement—rather, anticipation. The game had begun.

”Well, Grandmother,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly. ”I was starting to think youʼd leave poor grandfather hanging. Glad you didnʼt disappoint.

Gregoria stood silent for a moment, before she stepped into the room, the door closing softly behind her. She portrayed a calm demeanor, but beneath that, Julian could feel the faintest tremble in her frame.

She walked towards him, gracefully. ”Do not think youʼve won anything yet,” she said, her voice calm. ”You may have power, Julian, but there are some things that even you cannot bend to your will.”

Julian chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. ”Oh, I beg to differ. Youʼre here, arenʼt you?” His eyes locked onto hers again, smirking as if he controlled everything. ”I think that speaks volumes.”

Gregoria stopped in front of him, her gaze unwavering. The atmosphere was heavy, and Julianʼs heart raced realizing that this was it, this was what he had hoped for.

He stood slowly, closing the space between them. His hand reached out, touching her arm just lightly, but enough to send a wave of heat across her skin.

She tensed but didnʼt pull away. Her breathing quickened just slightly, and her composure began slipping.

”Tell me, Grandmother,” he whispered. ”how long do you think you can keep resisting?”

Her gaze flickered, but she didnʼt answer immediately. Instead, her expression softened. Julian knew she felt it too. The pull, the undeniable attraction—no matter how much she tried to fight it.

”I donʼt want to do this, Julian,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Julianʼs grin only widened, and he stepped closer, his hand moving to cup her chin gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. ”But you will. Iʼll make sure of it.”

Julianʼs hands lingered on her cheeks, his thumbs brushing her lips with that slow, taunting rhythm.

Gregoriaʼs glare deepened, but she couldnʼt stop herself from trembling under his touch.

”Youʼve always thought you were above everyone, havenʼt you, Grandma?” he said, voice dark and silky. ”Queen of the family. But look at you now—shaking for your own grandson. Howʼs it feel to fall so low?”

Her lips parted under his thumbs and she spat her words like venom. ”You forced me here, Julian—you, my own flesh, twisting me into this. What kind of grandson torments his grandmother like some cheap whore?”

Julian laughed, pressing closer until his robe brushed against her breasts. ”Torment? Oh, Grandma, Iʼm just giving you what youʼve always wanted—someone to break that icy throne.”

He parted her lips even more. ”And who better than your own blood? You raised me—guess Iʼm your dirty little legacy.”

Gregoriaʼs eyes burned with defiance as she jerked her head, but his grip was unyielding.

”Youʼre sick,” she hissed. ”A grandson shouldnʼt touch me like this—shouldnʼt want me like this. Youʼve poisoned everything we are.”

He grinned, sliding a hand to her neck. ”Poisoned? Nah, I perfected it. ”Tell me itʼs wrong all you want, but youʼre wet for it, arenʼt you? My own grandma, melting under me.”

Her glare wavered, a flush creeping up her neck. ”Youʼre a disgrace—a filthy boy. Iʼm your elder, your kin, and you dare talk to me like that?” she snapped back.

Julian chuckled as he leaned in, his lips barely an inch away from hers. ”Elder? Kin? That just makes it sweeter, doesnʼt it, Grandma? Go ahead, curse me all you want. But youʼre still here, letting your grandson ruin you.”

Gregoriaʼs eyes widened, her hands twitching like she might strike. ”Ruin me?” she whispered, voice raw. ”Youʼre the one ruined, Julian—my own grandson, hard on his grandmother. What kind of monster did I raise?”

Julianʼs thumb teased her lip again, his smirk unwavering. ”You raised a king,” he whispered. ”And youʼre aching. Say it, Grandma—say your grandsonʼs got you begging without even trying.”

Gregoriaʼs expression shifted her chest rising fast as the flush deepened on her cheeks. She leaned forward, just enough to close the gap between their lips.

”Begging? No, Julian—I could have you on your knees, grandson or not. Iʼm still the one who made you, and I could break you just as easy—make you crawl for your own grandmotherʼs mercy.”

The words hit like a spark, and Julianʼs grin twisted, wild and hungry. In one swift move, he grabbed her wrists, spinning her back and pinned her hard against the wall.

His hands locked hers above her head, his breath hot against her cheek. ”Break me?” he growled. ”Youʼre the one pinned, Grandma—my own flesh, squirming under me. Still think youʼre the one in charge?”

Her eyes blazed with defiance as her body tensed beneath him. ”Youʼre a beast,” she spat, but her voice wavered, laced with something she couldnʼt name.

”A grandson caging his grandmother like some prize—whatʼs next, Julian? Going to fuck me against this wall?”

He laughed, pressing himself closer, his cock brushing her hip. ”Tempting, isnʼt it, Grandma?” He whispered, lips grazing her ear.

”You daring me like that—my own grandma, talking filth. Maybe I will. Maybe Iʼll make you scream for the boy you raised.”

His free hand slid to her waist, fingers digging in, sensual and possessive. ”Say it again—tell me to break. Letʼs see who cracks first.”