I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Once they reached the castle, the sight was lively and joyful. The courtyard was filled with cheering voices, and the name "Easvil... Easvil... Easvil!" echoed like a thunderous chant.

Flags were raised, and the people of the duchy celebrated their victory with unrestrained joy. The soldiers walked with pride, their heads high, basking in the glory of their victory.

Julian's eyes scanned the crowd of people who looked at him with admiration and reverence. In their eyes, he could see that he was no longer just a young noble; he was their hero, their leader.

The moment took him back to the time he had gone to war alongside the four dukes and the king. He remembered vividly the awe he felt at the sight of their commanding presence, the way their speeches rallied entire armies, and the unwavering power in their aura.

Back then, he had thought to himself, "I want this kind of power."

Now, standing here, victorious in his first battle, he found himself reflecting on that moment. The thought crossed his mind, Have I progressed? Have I become what I once admired?

The cheers grew louder around him. The battlefield was his comfort zone, and this victory was a step closer to the vision he had always carried for himself.

The feast soon followed, with food and wine consumed everywhere as the entire duchy celebrated their victory late into the night.

Laughter, music, and cheers filled the air, and for a moment, all worries seemed to fade.

**

As the first light of morning passed through the window, Julian stirred awake in his room. He groaned, grabbing his head tightly.

"I drank too much," he muttered. "My head is spinning."

Still lying on the bed, he called out, "Emma, are you there?"

From outside the door, Emma's soft voice answered, "Yes, my lord, I am here."

"Then come inside," Julian said, his tone commanding but laced with playful warmth.

The door opened, and Emma stepped in. She bowed slightly, "Yes, my lord?"

Julian's gaze lingered on her for a moment and his smirk returned despite the ache in his head.

"My head is aching," he teased. "I need you to do something about it."

Emma raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

"Oh? And what would you like me to do, my lord? Shall I fetch some herbal tea? Or would you prefer something stronger?"

Julian chuckled and shook his head. "Don't play games, Emma. You already know how to take my pain away."

Emma sighed dramatically, though her smile only deepened. "Oh, you do know how to make a girl work, don't you, my lord?"

She stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I suppose I can help you. But you have to promise not to complain."

Julian leaned back on the bed, his grin widening. "I wouldn't dream of it. Just hurry up and make it better."

Emma shook her head and knelt beside him on the bed. She pressed his forehead gently and began to massage him.

Julian closed his eyes in relief as the pain slowly started to fade. "See? You are the only one who can do this."

Emma chuckled softly as her hand worked expertly on her massage.

"This is what men say to get what they want, isn't it?" she teased seductively. "Sweet talk, the promises, the charm..."

Julian's lips curled into a smirk. "Yes... and it seems it's working perfectly."

Emma's smile grew as she leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "It is. But tell me, what do you like in return, my lord? Perhaps a full-body massage?"

Julian's pulse quickened at the suggestion. He took a deep breath, then let out a low chuckle. "You know exactly what I want, Emma."

Emma raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

"Do I now? It's not just your head that aches, is it?"

Julian's grin widened. "Perhaps not. But I am certain you have the remedy for both," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Emma leaned in further, her breath warm against his ear, "And if I give you what you desire, my lord, what will you give me in return?"

Julian shifted slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes burning with desire. "Anything you wish," he replied.

Emma smiled as she slowly ran her fingers along the side of his face. "Anything? then perhaps… You will let me take the lead this time."

Julian's smirk deepened as his hands reached for her, pulling her closer. "You know I have no problem with that."

Emma smiled before pulling her hands away. "Then get rid of your clothes and make yourself comfortable, my lord. I will return in a minute."

Julian watched as she turned and left the room. She swayed her hips intentionally as if she knew his gaze wouldn't leave her. The door shut close, leaving him alone with his raw desire.

He sighed lazily and stretched before standing.

"Full-body massage, huh?" he murmured to himself. "I wonder how that will turn out."

With that thought, he got rid of all his clothing until he stood completely naked.

Julian stepped toward the ornate mirror near the corner of the room. He tilted his head, admiring his own reflection.

His fingers brushed over his jawline, trailing down to his toned chest.

He leaned closer, "I really am beautiful, aren't I?" he said. He turned slightly and examined every angle.

As Julian indulged in his narcissistic time alone, the faint sound of Emma's footsteps broke the silence, pulling him back to reality.

He smiled to himself and turned away from the mirror, making his way back to the bed.

He made himself comfortable on the bed, his hands resting lazily at his sides. The cool morning air caressed his bare skin, which only heightened the tension building inside him.

His cock hardened, eagerly waiting for Emma's return.

After some time, the door opened, and it sent a spark of excitement through him. His gaze remained fixed on it, ready for what was to come.