I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

After just two minutes, Julian collapsed onto the floor, drenched in sweat, gasping like he had run a marathon.

He glared up at the wooden ceiling. "Fuck... this boy… did he never train? Not even basic stamina work?"

His fists clenched at his sides. Weak frame. Underdeveloped muscles. No stamina.

Whoever this Rael was, Julian was now stuck in his body—and it was clear he had a lot of work ahead if he was to make it usable.

"I'll fix it. Like I always do."

He took a little more time and examined his body further.

"So now I understand… Why the men in this village age so fast when they become adults."

His eyes narrowed as he stared blankly at the wall.

"It's not that their aging suddenly speeds up—it's that their bodies were already old. They just looked young."

He rolled onto his side, pressing his hand against the wooden floor to push himself up slowly.

"They age unnaturally slow in childhood because the curse stalls their outer growth," he continued, voice low and thoughtful. "But the inside… their organs, their life force… it keeps aging. So by the time they finally look like adults, they're already forty, maybe fifty. That's why they deteriorate so fast after that."

He scoffed, wiping sweat from his brow.

"It gives the illusion of rapid aging, but the damage has already been done years before."

His expression hardened. "This world really doesn't pull punches, does it?"

But then his gaze drifted lower.

"Now, for the most important part."

His fingers moved slowly, undoing the knot that held the rough village trousers around his waist. They slid down his hips, revealing pale thighs and a decent bulge beneath thin underwear.

Julian held his breath. "God, please let this be big," he muttered.

He peeled back the last barrier.

Silence.

Then… he tilted his head.

"Well… not bad," he said with a sly grin. "But we'll need to put this thing to use, get some real blood flowing before I judge."

He laid still for a moment, staring down at the exposed length between his thighs.

"Hmm...," he hummed, wrapping his fingers around his cock. "Let's see what we're really working with."

He began tentatively stroking it, noting how sensitive it was. The motion sent ripples of pleasure through his small body, and he could feel it swelling, throbbing faintly in his hand.

Inch by inch, it hardened.

Julian couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips.

"Not bad," he whispered, watching it grow. "Not bad at all."

When it finally stood, he let out a low whistle. A full six inches, maybe just a little more. Respectable for a village boy.

"Mmm… that's more like it," he muttered, eyes half-lidded. The quiet room around him disappeared. All that mattered was this new form, this rediscovered pleasure.

Just as Julian felt himself slipping deeper into the moment, the door slammed open.

Boom.

His heart skipped a violent beat.

In the doorway stood Annie—wide-eyed, frozen mid-step, her hand still on the handle. Her chest rose and fell quickly, more from shock than exhaustion.

Julian's entire body seized. His hand instinctively jerked away from his now fully erect length, which stood tall and glistening with pre-cum.

His mind caught up a heartbeat later.

Shit. Fuck. No way. That's—

"Mother…" he whispered. The word spilled from his lips without thought, a mix of muscle memory and instinct that wasn't his.

Rael's word.

Annie didn't move. She didn't speak. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, were fixed squarely on the exposed, twitching hardness he hadn't yet covered. A rush of cool air hit his skin, reminding him just how exposed he was.

Time stretched. The seconds were a roar in his ears.

Julian saw everything in those moments — her face caught between horror and something else. The way her lips parted, like she wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. The faint color rising in her cheeks. The subtle flick of her gaze downward again.

His cock twitched.

No. Don't.

But it did anyway.

A rush of blood surged through it.

Julian swallowed hard. Slowly, he moved to cover himself, but something in her eyes pinned him there.

"Mother…" he said again, softer now. "I didn't know anyone would come in."

She blinked—once, twice—and finally looked away. Her hand gripped the doorframe tightly. Her chest was still rising and falling, faster now, like she has just realized what she walked in on.

"I—I didn't know you were awake," she said, her voice shaky and trembling. "I heard noise… thought you were—hurt…"

Julian didn't answer immediately. He reached for the blanket near his legs and covered his crotch.

But his gaze didn't leave hers.

"I'm fine," he said softly. "Just… figuring things out."

Annie still wouldn't meet his eyes. She stared at the floor, then at the door, then back at him—but always carefully not at the shape barely hidden under the thin cover.

"I'll—bring you something to eat," she muttered and turned to leave.

Julian remained silent, eyes fixed on the door as it slowly swung shut. Annie had rushed out without another word, her footsteps echoing faintly down the corridor.

"Well… that was embarrassing," he muttered, dragging the blanket off his lap and tossing it aside.

His still-erect cock stood defiantly, throbbing with a need that hadn't yet been satisfied. He stared at it for a moment, then sighed.

"Let's try busting again."

Wrapping his fingers around himself once more, he began to pump again. He fell back on the floor, eyes half-lidded, letting his imagination run. He thought of Annie—her wide eyes, her parted lips, the way she hadn't looked away fast enough. The way she'd frozen. The tension in her chest.

But it didn't click.

Two minutes passed. His hand moved continuously, but the feeling… the build-up, the pressure—it wasn't there.

"Fuck…" he cursed, frustrated.

He stopped, his hands resting at his side.

"I still haven't gotten used to this body," he said. "It's not turning me on."

With a groan, he let go and reached for the trousers. Sliding them back up, the fabric brushed against his cock, barely dulling the ache still lingering in his groin.

The erection didn't go away.