I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

The men roaming the streets were hungry, their eyes glazed with lust and excitement as they indulged in the temptations around them. The air itself felt heavy, thick with perfume and desire.

Raphael’s face turned red as he tried not to stare. “My lord,” he whispered, leaning toward Julian, “this place is… unbelievable. Are you certain we should be here?”

Julian, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, his grin widening as he took in the scene. “Relax, Raphael,” he said. “This is what heaven might look like.”

Raphael swallowed hard as a group of giggling women walked past, one of them brushing her hand against his arm. He flinched, earning a few laughs as Julian chuckled beside him.

“Trust me, Raphael,” Julian added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “you’ll thank me later.”

Raphael sighed heavily, whispering slowly, “This is madness…” as they continued deeper into the bustling heart of the district.

Suddenly, a woman approached them, her hips swaying in seductive rhythm. Her skirt was short, revealing glimpses of her smooth thighs.

Her top hugged her chest so tightly that her big breasts threatened to spill out, rising and falling with each teasing breath. She stopped before them as her lips curled into a seductive smile.

“Oh, young master,” she purred, “won’t you accompany me tonight?” She leaned forward slightly, her cleavage nearly grazing Raphael’s arm as her intoxicating perfume filled the air.

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Raphael froze, his face turning a deep shade of red as his gaze flickered downward before he snapped his eyes to the side. “I—I… I—”

Julian met her teasing gaze with a smirk. “You don’t waste time, do you?” he said, his eyes drifting to the swell of her chest before meeting her eyes again.

The woman let out a soft, lilting giggle, brushing a finger along Julian’s arm.

“Why wait, young master? The night is long… and I assure you, it can feel even longer in my company.”

She tilted her head to glance at Raphael, who still stood rooted to the spot like a statue. “And what about your friend? He looks… tense.”

Julian glanced at Raphael, whose face was now glowing red, his eyes darting anywhere but at the woman. “Ah, he’s a little shy,” Julian teased, his grin widening. “Be gentle with him.”

The woman smirked playfully, her fingers trailing down Julian’s arm. Her hand slipped to the growing bulge in his trousers, her touch bold and teasing as she gave it a slow, gentle squeeze.

“Mmm,” she purred, leaning closer to his ears, “Now this feels promising, young master. You seem like a man who knows how to enjoy himself… and who knows how to satisfy.”

Julian didn’t falter, his smirk turning predatory as he met her gaze. “Careful, darling,” he murmured. “You might find yourself biting off more than you can chew.”

The woman let out a soft, breathy laugh, her hand still firmly pressing his erection beneath his clothes.

She stroked him through the fabric. “Is that a promise, young master? I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.”

Julian leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers, their breaths mingling as he whispered, “Then perhaps it’s time you learned what true fuck feels like.”

Raphael, standing nearby, coughed loudly, his face redder than a ripe tomato. “M-My lord! Perhaps we should, uh… move along?”

Julian chuckled, not taking his eyes off the woman. “Relax, Raphael. You’re going to need to get used to this sooner or later.”

The woman giggled softly, her hand finally withdrawing, though not without one last squeeze.

“I’ll be waiting, young master,” she whispered, before she turned and walked away.

Julian watched her go. “Now that is how you make an entrance,” he said with a low chuckle, glancing at Raphael, who looked like he might pass out.

“Let’s go,” Julian said as they moved forward through the lively city.

Raphael followed closely, but his gaze soon fell on a woman standing alone, her figure calm and composed amidst the wild, busy atmosphere.

She wore traditional clothes that draped elegantly around her, and her expression was serene, unlike the lust-filled eyes and mischievous smiles that surrounded her.

Raphael nudged Julian, unable to suppress his curiosity. “My lord, who is she?”

Julian followed Raphael’s gaze, spotting the woman immediately. A smirk crept onto his face as he stifled a laugh. “Why? Do you like her?”

Raphael’s face flushed instantly, and he waved his hands defensively. “N-No! It’s not like that! It’s just… She feels different. Like she doesn’t belong here.”

Julian’s laughter filled the area. “Of course she’s different, Raphael!” he said, his grin widening wickedly. “She’s a fucking man, after all.”

Raphael blinked, his jaw open wide in shock. “W-What? What do you mean?”

Julian’s amusement only deepened as he leaned in slightly. “She is actually a he—a man who thinks he’s a woman. You wouldn’t be the first fool to get confused.”

Raphael’s eyes darted back to the “woman,” who stood gracefully under the lantern light, hands delicately folded in front of her.

His face was a mix of disbelief and awkwardness. “But… but she looks—”

“Convincing?” Julian finished for him with a smirk. “That’s the point. Some people like their pleasures with a twist, Raphael. You really have been living under a rock.”

They soon reached an impressive pagoda building with a brightly lit sign that read:

“Magical Brothel: Rent Anyone You Like, As Long As You Can Pay.”

Julian let out an amused whistle as he read the bold advertisement. “Now that’s what I call a nice invitation,” he said.

Raphael looked flustered again, glancing between the sign and Julian. “Are we really going in, my lord? Surely this isn’t…”

But Julian didn’t bother answering. With a confident smirk, he walked toward the entrance and pushed open the doors, leaving Raphael no choice but to follow.

The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by rows of women dressed as maids—but calling them “dressed” was generous. Their outfits were little more than thin strips of fabric barely covering their most intimate parts.

Their skirts were short enough to leave the curve of their asses exposed, and the tops did nothing to hide the soft swells of their breasts, nipples teasingly visible through the thin material.

“Welcome, young masters,” the maids said in unison, bowing low as their chests threatened to spill free.

Raphael froze mid-step, his gaze locking onto the sight before him. Meanwhile, Julian let out a low, approving chuckle.

“Now this is a proper welcome,” he mused aloud.

One of the maids, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously, approached Julian, swaying her hips with every step.

“We’re honored to have you here, young master,” she said, leaning forward so that her nearly bare breasts brushed his chest. “May we offer you the finest our establishment has to offer?”

Julian smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “You’re certainly off to a good start,” he replied, his gaze deliberately lingering on her exposed curves.

Another maid moved toward Raphael, her soft, playful voice teasing him as she tilted her head. “And what about you, handsome? First time here, isn’t it?”

Raphael’s gaze locked onto her chest, “N-No! I mean—yes!” he stammered.

Julian laughed, slapping Raphael lightly on the back. “Relax, Raphael. You’re acting like you’ve never seen a woman before.”

The maid giggled. “Don’t worry, young master,” she whispered, reaching out to trace a finger along Raphael’s arm. “We’ll make sure you feel right at home.”

Raphael swallowed hard, clearly overwhelmed, while Julian grinned wickedly, his gaze sweeping across the line of women.

“So,” he said, “shall we see what this place has to offer?”

***AUTHORS NOTE: SHOULD I ADD RAPHAELS POV? I MEAN RAPHEAL GETTING ….MANLY EXPERIENCES