I AM A MAGE WITH A MILF SYSTEM
Are you serious?

Are you serious?

Julia leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued as she raised an eyebrow at Julian and asked, "So, who exactly are these mature women on your target list?"

Her tone was teasing yet serious, as she crossed her arms and regarded him with a mix of intrigue and amusement, clearly wanting to know if he had anyone specific in mind, while Isabel listened intently, her interest growing in the unexpected direction of their conversation.

Julian chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned back slightly and said,

"You wouldn't want to know; you might be too shocked!"

Julian grinned as he watched the shock wash over Julia and Isabel's faces, his teasing words hanging in the air like a spell.

"Duchess of Hans, Duchess of Norish, Duchess of Ethwer, and even the Queen of the Ares Kingdom," he declared with a playful tone, enjoying the way their expressions morphed from surprise to disbelief. 

Isabel's mind raced as she processed the names, her heart pounding in her chest when it hit her—Duchess of Hans was her mother.

The realization left her momentarily speechless, her thoughts swirling in confusion as she fought to reconcile the image of her mother with Julian's bold claims.

The very idea felt surreal, and she struggled to form a response, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Meanwhile, Julia's reaction mirrored Isabel's; her eyes widened in horror as the implications sunk in. The Duchess of Ethwer was not just a name to her; it was a woman she respected and admired.

The thought of Julian targeting her filled Julia with a strange mixture of shock but excitement, and she couldn't help but asy , "You can't be serious! Are you really after them?" Julian's playful demeanor only fueled her frustration, making it hard to replace the right words. 

Both women exchanged shocked glances, a silent conversation passing between them as they grappled with the absurdity of the situation.

"Do you even realize what you're saying?" Isabel finally managed to say, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

Julia added, "This isn't just a game, Julian! They're powerful women!" Julian leaned back, enjoying the spectacle, and replied with a mischievous smirk, "But that's what makes it exciting, doesn't it?"

Julian, clearly reveling in the moment, leaned back slightly, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he continued, "Oh, and let's not forget the Duchess of Easvil family and the Grand Duchess of Easvil family."

The air in the room grew heavy with disbelief as Julia and Isabel's expressions shifted from shock to sheer horror. Their hearts seemed to leap into their throats as the gravity of his words sank in. 

Isabel's mind raced, frantically piecing together the implications of what Julian had just said.

The Duchess of Easvil was not just any woman; she was his mother, Regina. Isabel's eyes widened, her breath catching as she processed the audacity of his statement.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mix of embarrassment and confusion swirling inside her as the thought of Julian's words hung in the air like a dark cloud.

Could he really be considering his own mother in such a manner? The idea was so far-fetched, yet here was Julian, casually dropping it into conversation as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Meanwhile, Julia was equally aghast, her mind racing to comprehend the reality of what he meant. The Grand Duchess of Easvil was his grandmother, a woman she had always regarded with reverence and admiration.

The thought of Julian including her in his playful list sent shivers down her spine, the chaos of innocence and scandal swirling chaotically in her thoughts.

"You can't be serious, Julian! Those are your family members!" she blurted out, her voice trembling.

The tension in the room was palpable as they exchanged glances, their minds struggling to reconcile Julian's bold claims with the gravity of their familial connections.

"Are you really suggesting that you want to pursue them? Your own mother and grandmother?"

Isabel finally found her voice, her words laced with disbelief. The realization that Julian had just nonchalantly mentioned the most important women in his life in such a context left her feeling dizzy, as if the ground beneath her had shifted. 

Julian, unfazed by their reactions, simply shrugged with a sly grin, enjoying the chaos he had unleashed.

"Well, why not? If I'm aiming high, I might as well shoot for the stars," he replied, clearly enjoying the spectacle of their reactions.

The disbelief on their faces only seemed to delight him further, adding fuel to his playful antics. 

Julian's laughter echoed in the banquet hall, a mix of amusement and mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention my lovely sisters, Eva and Eleanor," he said, his tone teasing as he leaned back slightly, reveling in the shock on Julia and Isabel's faces.

"Can you imagine? The Duchess of Easvil's daughters are also on my list!"

Julia's voice trembled as she attempted to replace her words. "Your own sisters, Julian? Seriously?"

The implications of what Julian was saying sank in deeper, the thought of him pursuing not just high-ranking duchesses but also his own family members made her stomach churn.

Isabel had her mind racing as she tried to reconcile the image of the charming Julian she knew with the reality of his statements. The very idea sent a shiver down her spine, and she found herself struggling to form a coherent thought.

Julian, sensing their discomfort, leaned closer, his grin widening.

"What's wrong? Aren't they lovely? They've grown up to be quite the catches in their own right," he said, his playful tone contrasting with the seriousness of the situation.

Julia finally managed to stammer out a response. "This isn't a joke, is it? You really... want to pursue them?" 

"Of course!" Julian exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock innocence.

 Isabel finally broke her silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "Julian, you can't be serious…"

"Oh, I assure you, my dear Isabel, I am quite serious," Julian said, enjoying the reaction he was getting. "Just imagine the legacy! The more, the merrier, right?"

The absurdity of the entire situation didn't escape him, but the thrill of pushing boundaries was far too enticing. 

Julian leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he casually dropped the bombshell.

"Oh, did I mention I get 100x bonus points for engaging with milfs that I'm blood-related to?"

Julia and Isabel exchanged glances, both feeling the thrill of the unexpected, wondering just how far Julian's antics would go and what adventures awaited them in this tangled web of relationships and desires.