I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 899: The magical science of lactation – r18

Silence stretched between them.

Olivia’s fingers curled against her own thighs. Outside the locked door, the castle continued its night as if nothing in this room were rewriting the meaning of mother and son.

Inside, she was the only one who could choose the next step.

At last, her voice came out low and unsteady.

“…All right.”

Julian’s eyes darkened with open satisfaction. “Say it clearly.”

Olivia’s flush deepened. “I will try. I will try to bring milk. And… while you drink, I will touch you.”

The words cost her. That much was obvious. But once spoken, they settled into the room with irreversible weight.

Julian kissed her cheeks in return. “Good.”

He shifted back just enough to give her space while remaining close.

Olivia closed her eyes. For a few breaths she only sat there, gathering herself, as if the decision needed one final internal sealing before her magic would obey it.

Then she began.

At first there was no visible change. Her brow furrowed in concentration and mana stirred deep within her core. It was not same as the wild surge of combat or breakthrough, but more like a slower, more intimate circulation.

Julian could feel it even from outside her body – a warm pressure gathering low in her abdomen and then rising.

Olivia inhaled through her nose.

She guided the flow upward along the established vessels of her torso, past the ribs, then into the denser pathways that led to her chest.

The logic behind it was simple.

Under normal circumstances, a woman’s body only activated lactation during pregnancy, when the necessary vessels developed to support milk production. Similarly, a powerful woman could forcefully establish the pathways required for lactation by guiding mana through the vessels leading to her breasts.

Without either of these conditions, lactation remained impossible, as the vessels responsible for it stayed dormant.

There had been numerous cases of women achieving breakthroughs through lactation. The process was more than a biological function in this world. Once awakened through mana, lactation could become an additional source of power, allowing women to draw energy from a pathway that would otherwise remain inactive.

However, after childbirth, lactation gradually became less frequent as the need to produce milk diminished. Because of that, the vessels associated with lactation would weaken and eventually fall dormant again. As their flow of energy declined, women could lose access to a valuable source of power, making breakthroughs more difficult.

Yet the body never truly forgot the pathway.

Once mana had awakened the vessels responsible for lactation, the body retained a faint imprint of that process. Even if those vessels gradually weakened or became inactive, the path itself remained.

By nurturing the dormant vessels with mana, a woman could gradually reactivate lactation without having to forge the entire pathway from the beginning.

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“Mmhhh…”

A soft sound escaped Olivia.

“It is moving,” she whispered.

“Do not force it,” Julian said quietly. “Lead it.”

She nodded without opening her eyes.

The glow of her mana remained mostly internal, but a faint warmth spread beneath the skin of her breasts.

Julian watched them with open hunger as the change began to show.

The soft flesh in his memory just minutes earlier already looked fuller, slightly tighter at the surface, as if pressure were building from within. Her nipples, still wet and swollen from his mouth, seemed to harden further under the influence of both arousal and the circulating power.

Olivia’s hands lifted almost unconsciously to support herself. She cupped her own breasts from below, not in display, but in instinct. She had already experienced this before.

“Kraven… it feels strange.”

“Strange how?”

“Heavy.” Her throat worked. “Warm. As if something is opening that should have remained closed.”

Julian’s palms covered her hands, then slid beneath them so that he held her instead. The heat in her flesh was unmistakable now.

“Keep going,” he said.

Olivia bit down on her lower lip and obeyed.

She narrowed the flow and concentrated it into the densest region of each breast. She then circulated more and more mana, again and again through the same circuit.

Core to chest. Chest back toward core.

Each pass made the sensation sharper. Her breathing turned uneven. A fine tremor moved through her shoulders. The shame on her face had not disappeared, but it was now tangled with something closer to overwhelmed focus.

Then she gasped.

A bead of white formed at the tip of her right nipple.

For a second neither of them spoke.

The droplet swelled, trembled, and then slipped downward over the flushed peak, leaving a thin shining trail across her skin.

Olivia’s eyes flew open.

“No…” she breathed, horrified and transfixed at once. “It actually…”

Another bead gathered, then another. On the left breast, the same change followed. Milk welled at the tightened tip and oozed free.

The sight was so intimate it bordered on unreal: her mature body answering an old function for a thoroughly forbidden reason.

Her face burned.

“Do not look so directly,” she said, though the protest was weak and already failing. “It is embarrassing.”

Julian looked nowhere else.

“It is beautiful,” he said, his voice roughened by desire. “You did it, Mother.”

Olivia turned her face aside, but there was no hiding the evidence on her chest.

Milk continued to gather and spill – wetting her nipples, trailing over the lower curves of her breasts and making her look lewd in a way that pure nudity alone had not managed.

Her hands twitched as if she wanted to cover herself. However, she did not complete the motion. Perhaps because Julian still held her. Perhaps because part of her already knew covering would change nothing.

“I cannot believe this is happening,” she whispered.

“Believe it.”

Julian leaned in and kissed the outer curve of one breast, carefully avoiding the milk at first. It was the way for him to let the anticipation buildup.

“You circulated your mana, opened what your body still knew how to do, and now you are leaking for me.”

“That language is—”

“Accurate.”

Her thighs tightened on either side of him. The embarrassment was intense enough to make her eyes shine, yet beneath it her breathing had gone shallow with arousal. The very fact that this all worked had become erotic.