I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Two days earlier,

Julian found himself with nothing to occupy his time. His lips curled into a wicked smile as the thought hit him: Let's stir some shit up.

He made his way to his grandparents' room and found the door wide open. He stepped inside, his wicked smile fading into a neutral expression.

His eyes landed first on Gregoria, sitting there like a queen on her chair, not acknowledging him or his presence.

"How is he?" Julian asked, his tone casual.

Gregoria didn't look at him. "The same," she replied, not interested.

Julian chuckled, stepping closer. "You seem tense, Grandmother," he teased, tilting his head. "Is something on your mind?"

She finally turned to him, her sharp eyes narrowing. "If you're here to mock, then leave."

Julian smirked, his gaze flickering to her body for a brief second before meeting her eyes again. "Oh, come now, Grandmother. I came to check on my dear grandfather... and perhaps, to entertain myself a little."

Gregoria exhaled sharply but remained silent, refusing to give him any reaction.

Julian's smirk deepened. Without paying Gregoria any attention, he turned to Augustus and closed his eyes. His vision narrowed until the world around him shifted into tiny, flickering pixels.

Surrounding Augustus were fire pixels that were slowly being absorbed into his body, recovering him with each process.

A chuckle escaped Julian's lips. Not bad…but not enough.

Summoning a trace of his creation energy, he let it flow into Augustus. The energy mixed with the fire pixels, smoothly and strengthening them. The dull red glow reignited into powerful flames, pulsing with new vigor.

Augustus's entire body glowed as his mana surged. His recovery increased—not too much, just enough to mark a clear change. The once ragged mana circulation became smoother, his breathing less strained, and a faint color returned to his aged face.

Gregoria gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "T-This…"

Julian merely smirked, watching as the old man's complexion regained color. "Now, now, Grandmother," he mused. "Did you doubt me?"

Gregoria rushed toward him, her breath quickening. "How did you do it?" she demanded, eyes locked onto his face.

Julian chuckled but said nothing. He could sense her growing frustration, the way her fingers twitched as if she wanted to grab him and shake out the answers. But he wasn't about to give in so easily.

I can play that game too, Grandma.

Flashing her a slow, knowing smile, he turned away and walked out of the room without a word.

Gregoria stood frozen, staring after him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Shock, curiosity, and something else tangled in her chest. She clenched her hands, her lips parting as if to call him back—but he was already gone, leaving her dazed and unsettled.

***

Back in the present, Julian walked confidently with Gregoria following silently behind him.

Her heart pounded with each step, the weight of anticipation pressing heavily down on her. She wasn't sure if it was worry, hope, or something else entirely—but whatever it was, it unsettled her.

The thought of seeing Augustus truly recover after all this time felt almost unreal.

They arrived at the door. Julian pushed it open and stepped inside, not hesitating for a moment. Gregoria followed, and her eyes immediately locked onto Augustus, who lay unconscious on the bed.

His breathing was steady, but his body still carried the hint of weakness.

Julian approached the bedside, giving Gregoria a brief glance before closing his eyes. He didn't need words—he knew exactly what to do. The silence grew heavy as he channeled his creative energy, letting it flow through him.

The same process as before—but this time, the change was even more noticeable.

Gregoria's sharp eyes caught the immediate difference. Unlike before, when the improvement had been barely noticeable, this time it was undeniable.

Augustus's breathing became more even, his complexion brightened, and the fire within him—his very life force—burned just a little brighter.

Gregoria took a deep breath, unable to tear her gaze away.

Julian's smirk grew, leaning back slightly. "Satisfied, Grandma?" he whispered.

Gregoria parted her lips, but no words came out. She stood there, frozen, a storm of emotions playing through her.

Julian chuckled, tilting his head in amusement. "You look surprised. Did you not expect me to keep my word?"

Gregoria swallowed, regaining some composure. "It's not that…" she murmured, her voice softer than usual.

Julian laughed in his mind, clearly enjoying the rare sight of his proud, commanding grandmother at a loss for words. He had done what even the best healers in the kingdom couldn't. And now, she owed him.

He stood from the bedside, his smirk still lingering as he turned toward Gregoria. He took a slow step toward her, his eyes never leaving hers as if searching for some sign of her reaction.

She didn't flinch, didn't speak, but he could feel the tension radiating from her like an invisible mana field. Her eyes remained locked on him, studying him with an unreadable gaze.

He stopped just in front of her, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body. His smirk deepened, sensing that she was trying her best to keep her composure.

He slowly raised his hand, lightly brushing her cheek, the touch almost tender—like he was savoring the moment. Gregoria's breath quickened, but she didn't pull away.

His fingers lingered on her skin for just a moment longer before sliding downward. Slowly, almost teasingly, his fingers traced her collarbone, following it as if exploring the forbidden territory of her body.

Gregoria's shoulders stiffened, but she didn't step back. Her eyes were locked onto his, but her gaze had shifted—slightly—into something raw.

The silence between them deepened, and Julian felt the power in the room shift. Her chest rose and fell faster now, the defiance she always carried slowly cracking with each passing moment.

His hand dipped lower, brushing the soft curve of her breast. Gregoria's eyes raged, a storm of emotions playing behind them, but her body didn't react as he had expected. She stood there, unyielding, as if daring him to go further.