I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian's smirk deepened as he stood before the king's chamber. There were guards stationed outside, their expressions hard and disciplined. One stepped forward and blocked his path.

"Your Grace," the guard said, "you cannot enter without permission."

Julian's smile remained unwavering. "Yes, I know," he replied. "Go and inform His Majesty that Julian Easvil has come to talk."

The guard hesitated for a moment but then nodded, heading inside to relay the message. Moments later, the guard returned and bowed. "Your Grace, His Majesty has called for you," he said.

Julian entered the king's private chamber, where the king and queen were seated across from each other. They both were engaged in a game of Magni, a game similar to chess.

The king was in his night attire looking somewhat relaxed, while the queen wore a black nightgown, her posture royal and commanding even in the comfort of the night.

Julian approached them with a warm smile and bowed slightly before the king. "Grandfather, I have some matters to discuss with you," he said.

The king's eyes widened in surprise, momentarily taken aback by Julian's acknowledgment. A rush of emotion passed through his face, and for a brief moment, he seemed as if he might tear up.

The queen, however simply rolled her eyes. "What is he planning now?" she thought as she looked at Julian, waiting for him to reveal his intentions.

The king's voice softened with affection as he looked at Julian, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Julian, my grandson. Come, sit here with us. We must celebrate this moment." he said as he moved to fetch drinks.

Julian accepted the invitation and moved to sit beside the king.

His gaze shifted slowly to the queen—his grandmother. There was an undeniable allure about her that seemed to draw him in even when he tried to look away.

His eyes lingered on the way the nightgown flaunted her curves. Her breasts were barely held in place by the fabric and he could see the outline of her nipples beneath the fabric.

The gown was short, barely covering her thighs, and the slit in the side revealed her long, toned legs, in a way that felt inviting.

Her eyes suddenly met his, and Julian saw the shock that flared in her gaze. For a brief moment, she froze, her expression shifting to something less composed.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and her hand instinctively pulled the fabric of her gown to cover more of her body. She realized that she was practically nude in front of him, the thin fabric doing little to cover her.

A flash of anger surged through her, the weight of her fury clear in her eyes.

How dare he? The thought raced in her mind. The audacity of his boldness was enough to make her blood boil—especially in the presence of the king.

Her lips parted to speak, but Julian's voice cut through the tension like a knife.

"What are you going to do about it?" he whispered, his tone low and teasing.

His eyes remained fixed on her as he leaned slightly forward, enjoying the discomfort he had sparked. Your journey continues at empire

She inhaled deeply, her hand still clutching at the fabric of her gown. Her eyes narrowed, and she was visibly struggling to maintain control.

"Are you going to complain to the king?" Julian continued, his voice dripping with mocking tone. "Are you going to say that your grandson is looking at you like a slut?"

Her anger flared to its maximum. How dare he. The words twisted in her mind, and her body stiffened with outrage.

She sat up straighter, her regal composure returning in full force. "I am the queen of this kingdom," she snapped, her voice low but dangerous.

"No one dares to even meet my eyes, and you—"

Her chest heaved with rage, and her mind raced with the humiliation of his word. "Did you just call me a slut?" she demanded.

Julian leaned in slightly, his voice a taunting whisper. "Yes, I did. Look at you dressing like a slut, and I would want nothing more than to treat you like one."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, she couldn't comprehend what she had just heard and her mind struggled to catch up with the audacity of his words.

She stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she shouted, "You dare say that to me? Do you know who I am?" Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her entire body trembling with fury.

Before she could unleash more of her anger, the king's voice rang out, deep and commanding, "What do you think you're doing?" he shouted.

He was standing by the table selecting drinks, but his eyes were fixed on her with irritation. "Are you trying to disrupt our union after all these years of your childish acts?"

The queen opened her mouth to respond but before she could speak, the king snapped,. "Shut up and sit right there," he shouted in fury.

"I have already severed my connection with Alden and Regina because of you, and now you want to make me even more miserable by acting like this in front of my grandson?"

The queen froze, feeling the anger in his voice laced with both fury and authority, making her hesitate before speaking again.

She slowly sank back into her seat, her eyes darting between Julian and the king.

The king turned his attention back to selecting drinks, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the bottles. Soft curses continued to escape his lips, showing his bitterness.

A grin spread across Julian's face as he watched the exchange between the king and the queen.

"The older you get, the more you want to be surrounded by your family, and the more you push yourself to mend those broken relationships," he said, his voice thoughtful.

"Afterall, the more you live, the more you understand what it means to live. That's just what life is, isn't it?" he mused.

The queen listened in irritation, her lips tightening as she fought to control the rising tide of anger within her. Julian's words, though calm and reflective, only seemed to fuel her frustration.

She could hear the mocking tone in his voice, the way he spoke as if he knew something important.

Julian's gaze then explored her, taking in every curve of her body. She shifted uncomfortably as she tried to cover herself, but it was no use.

His eyes were locked onto her breasts with full of hunger and lust. She instinctively pressed her arms closer to shield herself, but the movement betrayed her. Her big breasts pushed together, creating an even more alluring display through the thin fabric of her gown.

Julian's lips curled into a mocking smile. "You are the mother of three princesses," he said. "It's too big for you to hide, isn't it?"

The queen's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Her voice came out low and cold with barely restrained fury.

"Do not test my patience, boy," she warned. "What more could I expect from a family of that man?" she said bitterly, her voice dripping with disdain.

Julian chuckled, "Do you want to see how low I can get?" he asked.

The queen's anger flared once more, "What will you do? Do you dare do anything to me, the queen?" she spat.

Julian's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and challenge. "I know I can't do anything to you," he said. "But I can definitely do something to me."

The queen's expression faltered as a flicker of confusion crossed her face. "What... do you mean?" she asked.

Without another word, Julian slowly lowered his pants. The queen watched him carefully, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make sense of his bold move.

"Do you think this will change anything?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and anger. She stood her ground, refusing to let him see her falter, though the situation was rapidly escalating beyond what she had anticipated.

Julian's smirk grew as he slowly lowered his underwear, revealing his thick, hardened cock.

The queen's gaze flickered downward, and she couldn't help a low gasp as her eyes widened in shock and disgust.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her mind racing as she tried to understand what was happening.

Julian's audacity was something she had never seen before, not even from her own husband.

Julian simply laughed at her response. "You're dressed like a slut, so I'll treat you like one." he taunted.

The queen's eyes flared, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She had never been spoken to like this. She was used to being the one in control, the one who played the games, not the one being toyed with.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The king, however, seemed oblivious to the exchange, his attention still fixed on the drinks. She couldn't tell if he had noticed Julian's boldness or if his age had finally caught up with him, making him blind to the tension in the room.

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