I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

It had been ages since she had felt such touch—so gentle, so hungry… so consuming.

His eyes darkened, watching the effect he had on her. Her body arched toward him, craving more, desperate to drown in this fierce, forbidden fire.

He pulled at the neckline of her gown, the dress loosening down her shoulders before sliding aside completely—revealing the full swell of her breasts.

Julian exhaled slowly, his eyes dark with hunger as he took her in. “So big,” he murmured with a smirk. “No wonder you hide them like a secret.”

Her face flushed a deeper red, both from the compliment and the filth of the moment.

“D-Don’t say things like that…” She whispered, trying to avert her gaze—but he was already cupping one of the massive jewels in his hand, playing with her hardened nipple with a featherlight touch that made her hips twitch.

“I’m just admiring what’s mine,” he said lowly, before lowering his head and closing his lips around her nipple.

She cried out, sharp and breathless.

“Ahn…!”

Her fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue circled and teased, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her moans came freely now, shame drowned by the raw, unbearable heat building between them.

As his mouth worked hungrily, Julian’s other hand claimed her free breast with equal ferocity. His fingers rolled the sensitive peak, then gave it a sharp twist that made her back arch with a gasp.

“Ahn! F-fuck!” Heavenly Moon cried out, the sudden sting slicing through her haze.

Her breath hitched sharply as he pinched harder, then released just to do it again.

“These tits… You were hiding them from me?” He murmured, licking over the soft flesh before biting down gently.

He’s so rough—I shouldn’t like this. I’m the Saint—I shouldn’t…

The wet sucking of his mouth combined with the rough squeeze of his fingers sent shivers of heat surging straight between her legs.

She moaned louder, completely unable to suppress it—”Nnh—ahhh!”

With a sly smile, he slapped her other breast, making the flesh bounce, then leaned back and spat onto it. The thick string of saliva glistened on her flushed skin, making her heart freeze for a moment.

She gasped, watching with wide, dazed eyes as he rubbed around, making a mess out of her.

Did he just… spit on me?

He did. And I moaned. Gods—I’m moaning for more.

Her thighs squeezed together reflexively.

“O-oh gods…” she whimpered, her voice barely a breath. “Why does that feel so… good?”

Julian chuckled, dark and low. “Because you were meant for this. For being touched like this. Played with like this.”

His mouth latched over her nipple again, rougher now—his teeth grazing, tongue flicking rapidly. The sensation was too much. She grabbed his arms, fingers clawing at his back as her body trembled.

Every suck made her moan louder.

But Julian wasn’t done yet.

He twisted both nipples at once—hard—pinching and pulling them like he was punishing her for a crime. Her back arched violently, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as her vision blurred.

“Ahhh—f-fuck!”

The pain surged through her chest like fire… but it lit her up instead of dimming her down. Her arousal spiked, her pussy already wet and soaking the gown.

He’s playing with me like I’m his toy… like my body was made to be handled this way.

Julian leaned close, lips brushing her ear as he pulled again, harder this time.

“You feel that?” he growled. “That filthy ache in your chest? That’s mine now.”

Yes. Gods, yes.

She hated how her body trembled under him, how her moans had become desperate and high.

I should be ashamed. I should be running. But all I want is more.

Twist them again… Don’t stop… Fuck, ruin me if you want to—just don’t stop.

Julian smirked as he finally pulled back, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he watched the red marks blooming across her breasts.

She really has one of the best tits I’ve ever seen, he thought, hunger flaring hot and fast through his veins.

Leaning closer, his voice dropped to a low whisper.

“Such fuckable tits you have,” he murmured, lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath her collarbone. “Perfect, soft… begging to be used.”

His hand cupped one breast again, squeezing it possessively as his fingers danced over the swollen nipple.

“I want to fuck these tits—make you scream my name as I bury my cock between them.”

Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly as his words dug deep, stirring a fierce ache that twisted in her belly.

He talks like I’m already his—like these tits aren’t mine to hide anymore. Gods, does that make me a whore?

Or is this the only way to feel alive after all this pretending?

The shame tangled with a dark, desperate desire she couldn’t deny.

“Monk…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His grin widened, wicked and sure.

“Shh,” he said, his finger pressing gently to her lips. “I’m just getting started.”

Pulling back just enough to savor the moment, Julian’s hands slid to his robe. With a slow tug, he pulled his trousers down—revealing his cock, hard and hungry, springing free like a predator ready to claim its prize.

The sight sent a shiver through her, a mix of fear and craving twisting in her gut.

Well, she had only ever seen one cock before—centuries ago, before she became a saint. It was just a fleeting memory that had faded with time and duty.

That one… it was… weak. Nothing like this.

Meanwhile,

This—this—was a beast.

Her breath hitched as her eyes drank it in, every vein, the sheer size, the thick, wet tip. Her fingers curled at her sides, nails digging into her palms as a rush of shame and need coiled in her chest.

I want to feel it inside me.

The thought made her cheeks flush deeper, and her eyes locked on Julian’s, raw desire flickering in them.

She wasn’t just a Saint anymore.

Not here.

Not now.

She was a woman—hungry, desperate, filthy—and she needed this.