I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

The garment floated closer, shimmering invitingly as if it were waiting to embrace Annie’s body.

“Well then,” Dina said with a knowing smile, “words are cheap. Let’s see how they fit.” Her eyes slid to Julia. “Go on. The trial chamber awaits. Step inside, and the cloth will do the rest.”

Julian arched a brow, amused at her tone, then glanced at Annie, who was already shifting uncomfortably under the stares of the other inhabitants. His smirk widened.

“Why not,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying that mix of mischief and confidence Annie had grown to fear and admire all at once.

He stepped towards the separate chambers that Dina had gestured to. As he entered, the space wrapped and distorted, folding around him until it was just him, the garment, and the amused whispers of the onlookers faintly audible outside.

Without hesitation, he stripped. His dress fell away soundlessly, leaving him entirely naked, his cock swinging freely in the warm, pulsing glow of the chamber.

The garment he had chosen hovered before him, waiting obediently. Julian smirked and spread his arms slightly, as if to say, Well then, get on with it.

Obeying, the cloth darted toward him and wrapped swiftly around his hips. The sensation was almost sensual—warm and soft, yet binding.

At first, it looked as though he was wearing nothing more than a strip, a skirt so short it barely covered the base of his cock. The fabric clung tightly, molding itself against his form until the outline of his bulge was impossible to ignore.

Julian glanced down and chuckled. “A little generous in display, aren’t we?” he murmured to himself.

Outside the room, muffled gasps and laughter reached his ears. Annie, though she could not see him yet, already knew from the sound of his voice that he was making a show of it, and she buried her face in her hands.

The fabric glowed again, as though responding to his confidence. It adjusted, thinning in some places and tightening in others, until his bulge was pressed so perfectly that it was less concealed and more framed.

Julian shifted his hips deliberately, watching how the fabric stretched. “Well,” he said, his smirk widening, “I’d say it fits.”

After a few moments inside, the space of the trial chamber rippled and opened. Julian emerged without hesitation, his chest puffed out, his confidence practically oozing out of him.

The strange garment clung tightly to his hips, leaving his thighs bare and outlining the bulge at his crotch so clearly that no one present could pretend not to notice.

The effect was immediate. The gathered inhabitants froze for a heartbeat, their eyes widening in collective shock. Then came the whispers—low, heated murmurs rippling through the crowd.

“By the heavens… look at him…””Even the material can’t contain it…”

“Look at the shape… I can see the veins through the cloth.”

“Forget the skirt, I want to try him on.”

A group of women giggled openly, hiding their mouths behind their hands but doing little to conceal their gazes. Some weren’t even bothering to hide their stares, their eyes glued to his groin as if nothing else existed.

Several men glanced down at themselves, then back at Julian, their expressions a mixture of envy and reluctant admiration.

Julian only smirked, perfectly at ease under the barrage of attention. He even shifted his hips slightly as he walked forward, the movement making the bulge more defined.

Dina was the first to recover, and she wasted no time. With a deliberate step forward, her smile widened into something openly seductive.

“Well, well…” she purred, circling him like a predator admiring prey. “”Mm… you wear it better than I imagined. That skirt might be too small for all of you, though.”

Her eyes lingered far too long on the shape beneath the fabric, and she let out a soft laugh.

Julian chuckled, glancing at her sideways. “You flatter me,” he said, though his tone made it clear he welcomed every bit of attention.

Meanwhile, Annie stood rooted to the spot, her face blazing red. Her hands twisted together at her waist as she stared, horrified by how everyone’s gazes devoured her son’s body.

“H-he’s my son,” she blurted out suddenly, her voice higher than she had intended.

Everything went silent for a moment before murmurs erupted again.

“A son?” one of the women whispered, clearly entertained.

“No wonder she’s so protective… she doesn’t want anyone else to taste that.”

“Lucky mother, having such a… gifted boy around every day.”

Annie froze, her throat tight as the whispers reached her ears. Each filthy suggestion made her chest tighten and her cheeks burn hotter.

“Bet she’s the only one who gets to see it swing around the house.”

“Wouldn’t blame her if she did more than just look…”

Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked anywhere but at Julian, but her humiliation only deepened when she realized he was watching her reaction with unmistakable amusement.

Dina, sensing the tension, only leaned closer to Julian, her hand grazing his bare arm. “Perhaps you should let me help you test how durable that little strip really is.”

Julian laughed, clearly enjoying both Dina’s forwardness and Annie’s embarrassment in equal measure.

Then, with a playful tilt of her head, Dina raised her voice again:

“Why don’t you try the couples’ fitting room next, hm? I’d be more than happy to… adjust the measurements for you.”

Julian’s smile never left his face as he turned his head slightly toward Dina, his hand finding her waist. The crowd’s murmurs grew sharper, bolder as they realized his fingers didn’t stop there. They traced lower, cupping the curve of her ass through the thin fabric. He gave it a firm squeeze, making Dina moan faintly.

“Why not?” he said, his voice smooth, confident. “I’d be mad to refuse such a gracious invitation.”

Annie’s chest tightened, her cheeks flaming as her gaze flicked between Julian’s bold hand and Dina’s sultry smile.

Dina, for her part, raised a brow, clearly not expecting him to be quite so forward. But instead of pulling away, her lips curved into something darker, more intrigued.

“Oh, so the newcomer has claws,” she murmured, her voice thick with approval. “You might actually be dangerous.”