I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Hallie lunged forward, closing the distance between them, the dagger clutched tight in her trembling hand. She thrust it toward him, but before she could fully register what was happening, Julian moved.

His hand shot out, seizing her wrist with an iron grip, and in one smooth motion, he shoved her back, slamming her against the stone wall. His other hand tightened around her throat, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.

Hallie struggled, desperately clawing at his arm, but Julian was a wall— unyielding. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear mixing with fury, but Julian only smiled, the corner of his lips curling into a wicked, almost cruel smirk.

Seeing the fear in her wide, furious stare, his voice dropped to a whisper, low and taunting. “Is that fear in your eyes, Aunt Hallie?” His breath brushed her face, his grip tightening slightly on her neck, just enough to make her gasp for air.

Her breathing turned ragged, but she locked eyes with him, defiance flaring through the panic. “As if I would fear you,” she shot back, her voice strained and hoarse under his pressure, yet still dripping with hate.

Julian chuckled softly, amusement flashing in his eyes. “Oh, you should,” he murmured, his tone mockingly soft. He squeezed his fingers just a bit tighter, making her choke on her breath.

Her hand twitched uselessly in his grip, her control slipping with every passing second.

Meanwhile, his smirk didn’t fade; it sharpened further, feeding off her struggle like a leech. “Look at you—Princess Hallie, all bark and no bite. Pathetic.”

Hallie’s face reddened, tears falling down the corners of her eyes, but she kept on glaring, unbroken even as she fought for air. “You’re… nothing,” she shot back. Her nails dug into his wrist, trying to tear away the stone-like grip he had on her, but it was no use—Julian didn’t even flinch.

He tilted his head, studying her like a pinned insect. “Nothing?” he repeated, his voice growing darker, more dangerous. “Tell me… when was the last time someone had you like this?” He loosened his grip just slightly, letting her inhale a desperate, gasping breath, before tightening it again.

Leaning in, his lips brushed against her ear, sending immediate shivers down her spine. His teeth grazed her earlobe, then bit down—not hard, just enough to sting, to prove his point.

Hallie jerked in his grip, her breath hitching as the pressure around her throat intensified, muffling the desperate gasp that tore from her. “Don’t touch me,” she muttered, her voice a strained, furious hiss.

“Shhhhhh,” he whispered, his lips curling into a slow, dark smile. The warmth of his breath on her skin was electrifying, sending another involuntary shudder through her. His hand slid from her throat to her lips, his fingers pressing gently, lingering there for far too long.

He traced the edge of her lips, lightly teasing them, all while savoring the discomfort he was causing.

Hallie’s chest rose and fell in rapid, ragged breaths, but she refused to show him weakness. She bit at his hand, teeth sinking into his skin, but he didn’t pull back—just chuckled, letting her taste his blood for a moment before pressing harder and silencing her.

“Feisty,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement, his face so close she could feel the heat of him. “But it’s no use, Aunt. You’re mine to toy with now.”

Her body shook, but she refused to back down, her eyes burning with hatred so intense that it felt like it might consume her. “You’re disgusting,” she spat, the words distorted by his grip, but they were no less venomous.

She struggled again, kicking at his legs, but he shifted, pinning her tighter, his knee pressing into her thigh to lock her in place.

Julian’s smirk turned cruel, his fingers sliding off her lips to grip her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was almost maddening, something unhinged and predatory burning behind them.

“Disgusting?” He repeated, his tone hurt (mockingly). “I’m just getting started, Princess. You came to me—don’t cry about the consequences.”

Hallie jerked her head away from him, turning her face to the side in an instinctual attempt to escape his suffocating closeness. But Julian’s hand shot out, fingers seizing her chin, tilting it back toward him with a firm, unyielding grip.

His deep blue eyes pinned her, glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker. “How deep do you love your son, Aunt?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing murmur, his other hand still playing with her lips—tracing them, pressing, lingering in a way that made her skin crawl.

Hallie froze, caught off guard, her rage momentarily shifting to surprise. Her eyes flickered, then lowered, his words piercing through the layers of hate and fury. Her voice was a strained whisper, barely audible over the sound of her ragged breaths.

“Too much,” she admitted, the words slipping from her lips like a painful confession.

There was a heaviness to them, a depth of a mother’s desperation, one that she had never allowed anyone to hear—until now. Ivan’s face, broken and lifeless, flashed before her eyes, and the pressure in her chest threatened to crush her.

“How much?” Julian pressed immediately, his tone sharpening. His fingers paused on her lips, as if savoring the vulnerability that now simmered beneath her fierce exterior.

Hallie’s gaze snapped up, her confusion quickly transforming into raw irritation. “How much does that wench love you?” She shot back, her voice trembling but biting.

Julian’s smirk widened, amused by the fire in her voice. “Oh, are you talking about Mother?” he asked, his tone light but edged with something sly. “Well, she does love me… hmm, in quite a special way.” His fingers slid from her lips to her cheek, caressing the skin there, his touch surprisingly gentle.

The words hung in the air, laced with a secret that only he understood, one that left her perplexed.