I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 903: The acceptance – r18

For the first time in weeks, Julian could examine his own consciousness without feeling another presence lingering somewhere within it.

He remained still, keeping his expression unchanged as he tried to understand what had happened.

What exactly caused this?

He considered the possibilities one by one.

Maybe Olivia’s memories had triggered something within Kraven’s imprint?

After all, she had been speaking about his childhood – a period of his life that might have carried powerful emotions. It was possible that hearing those memories caused the remaining imprint to react for one final time.

But that alone did not explain why it disappeared so suddenly.

Unfortunately, Julian had no way of knowing what actually happened.

He had too little information, and he had learned long ago that guessing was rarely useful when dealing with matters involving the soul. (thanks to servant of death.)

For now, he would have to wait and observe.

Still, one thing was certain.

Something had changed.

Julian took a slow breath and allowed his mana to settle. He carefully checked the boundaries of his consciousness one last time before finally relaxing. The familiar tension that had followed him since entering Kraven’s body was gone, leaving behind a sense of clarity he had almost forgotten.

It was a strange feeling.

For the first time, Julian felt as though he could finally call his consciousness entirely his own.

The difference might have seemed insignificant to anyone who had never experienced such a thing. But to Julian, who had spent weeks carefully guarding the boundaries of his soul, the relief was undeniable.

He could finally stop worrying about the possibility of Kraven’s imprint interfering with his thoughts or actions.

At least, that was what he hoped.

He would still need to examine the situation more carefully when he had the opportunity. There was no guarantee that the imprint had been completely destroyed, and he had no intention of becoming careless simply because things had taken a favorable turn.

For now, however, there was no reason to dwell on it.

He could investigate the matter later, when he was alone and had enough time to focus on it properly.

**

Julian returned his attention to Olivia.

The smile on Olivia’s face had begun to fade, and she seemed to have become aware of the silence that had settled between them. She glanced at him briefly before looking away, her fingers moving restlessly as though she were searching for something to say.

Her eyes then lowered.

First they fell on her own breast, still faintly leaking with her milk. Then her gaze shifted lower to the hand still wrapped filthily around his cock. Some of his precum had leaked over her fingers and shone there in the low light.

The sight made her face heat all over again.

“Kraven…” she said, her voice quieter now. “What should we do about this?”

Julian smiled.

“What else?” His expression turned sly at the edges. “You said you missed me being a child, right?”

Olivia’s breath caught.

“Then it is time to treat me as a child.”

She knew what he meant at once.

And honestly, after the talk they had shared, she was adjusting to the situation faster than she wanted to confess.

She was still worried. Of course she was. A part of her would always ask whether any of this could be called good. Whether a mother had the right to sit in a locked room and offer her body to her son under any emotional justification.

That question would not vanish simply because desire made it quieter.

But the man in front of her was, without any remaining doubt, her own blood.

She had already crossed the line with him. She had already let him inside her. She also had already come apart around him and then returned again, knowing full well what she was returning to.

If that threshold had been passed, what cleaner boundary remained? What virtue was she protecting by stopping halfway through a corruption she had already allowed to rewrite her?

And beneath all the shame, another thought rose with dangerous softness.

What else could a mother hope for, in a world this twisted, if the one she pleasured was her own?

Olivia swallowed.

Her thumb moved once over the head of his cock, smearing the wetness there almost absently. The motion made Julian’s breath shift.

She noticed.

“You are using my own words against me,” she said.

“I am using them with you,” Julian replied. “There is a difference.”

Olivia gave a weak breath that was almost a laugh. “Only you would make that distinction while looking at me like this.”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you already know I am going to give in.”

Julian’s eyes lowered to her breast, then to her hand, then returned to her face. “Because you already are.”

The truth of it left her with little room to maneuver. Her gown was still open. Her body was still half-arranged for him. Her fingers were still performing the very act she was pretending to debate.

All that remained was whether she would continue consciously or keep pretending the next movement was accidental.

She chose consciousness.

Slowly, Olivia lifted her free hand and cupped her breast again, supporting its soft weight from below. A fresh bead of milk gathered at the tip under the pressure of her fingers. Her face burned as she guided it forward, closer to his mouth, the same way she had once guided a far smaller child for a far more innocent reason.

“Come here,” she whispered.

Julian leaned in without hesitation.

When his mouth sealed over her nipple, Olivia’s eyes fluttered shut. The pull of his suction drew another soft sound from her throat. Milk left her in a warm flow, and the sensation was still new enough to unsettle her.

Her other hand resumed its motion on his cock.

This time the rhythm was steadier. She stroked him from base to tip, twisted lightly when her palm reached the head, and used the precum spreading over her fingers to make the movement smoother.

Each time Julian sucked more firmly at her breast, her hand tightened in answer.

“Ahh… slow,” she breathed. “If you pull that hard, it comes too fast.”