I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 585

Chapter 585: You are one of my woman now
Sera’s legs were shaking so violently she couldn’t support her own weight. Julian had to hold her up, supporting much of her mass to keep her from collapsing completely.

“I… I…” Sera tried to speak but couldn’t form coherent words. Her mind was shattered, unable to process what had just happened, what she’d just felt.

Julian held her gently despite his own exhaustion, his hands soothing now rather than demanding. “Shh,” he murmured against her back. “Just breathe. You did beautifully.”

When he finally pulled out, Sera made a sound of loss that was almost heartbreaking. The emptiness felt wrong somehow, like losing a part of herself. She felt his seed immediately begin to leak from her, running down her hind legs in thick streams.

The sensation made her shudder—shame and satisfaction mixing into something she had no words for.

Julian stepped back, his eyes examining his handiwork with clear satisfaction.

“So,” Julian said eventually, his voice carrying to all the watching servants who stood frozen, “interspecies intercourse is definitely possible.”

Sera made a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob.

Emma, still watching from the table, felt her own arousal rekindling despite her exhaustion. Julian’s stamina, his complete dominance, his casual claiming of yet another woman—it was intoxicating to witness.

Julian settled back into his chair, his breathing gradually returning to normal. He looked at Sera, who still stood trembling on unsteady legs.

“Sera,” he said, his tone becoming more softer. “I’ve left my seed inside you, so there is a chance that you might become pregnant, although I highly doubt it given the differences in our species. Still, the possibility exists in a realm like this.”

Sera’s eyes widened even further, one hand moving instinctively to her lower abdomen. “Pregnant?” she whispered, the word carrying a mixture of wonder and terror.

“It’s unlikely,” Julian reassured her. “But you should tend to yourself carefully over the next few weeks. Pay attention to any changes in your body. If anything unusual occurs, report it immediately.”

“Y-yes, Master,” Sera managed to say, though her voice was shaky.

Julian turned his attention to the gathered servants, all of whom immediately bowed low, their faces pressing toward the floor.

“You two,” Julian said, pointing to two female servants near the front. “Come forward.”

Both servants approached nervously, their eyes downcast. They knelt before Julian, awaiting his command.

“From this moment forward,” Julian announced, his voice carrying authority that made it clear this was not a suggestion but a decree, “you two are assigned to serve Sera exclusively. You will help her with whatever she needs.”

The two servants’ eyes widened in surprise, but they bowed even lower. “Yes, Master Julian. It will be our honor.”

Julian’s gaze swept across all the gathered servants. “Furthermore, everyone will address her as Lady Sera from now on. She is to be treated with the respect befitting someone who has been claimed by your creator. Is this understood?”

“Yes, Master Julian!” the servants chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the hall.

Sera looked absolutely stunned, her mouth hanging open in shock. “Master, I… I don’t deserve such…”

“I decide what you deserve,” Julian interrupted gently. “You submitted to me beautifully, Sera. You trusted me with something precious and you are my woman now.”

Sera’s eyes filled with tears and slowly she lowered herself into a bow. “Thank you, Master Julian. I… I will strive to be worthy of this honor.”

“You already are,” Julian assured her. He gestured to her two new attendants. “Help Lady Sera to her quarters. Make sure she’s comfortable and has everything she needs to recover.”

The two servants immediately moved to Sera’s sides, offering support. Sera leaned on them gratefully, her legs still too weak to carry her weight reliably. As they began to guide her toward the exit, she looked back over her shoulder at Julian.

Julian watched them leave, then turned his attention to Emma.

“Come here,” he said gently, holding out his hand.

Emma slid carefully off the table, her legs barely supporting her. Julian caught her immediately, one arm around her waist. “I’ve got you,” he murmured.

With barely a thought, Julian teleported them both.

They materialized in Emma’s castle—specifically, in her private chambers. The room was exactly as Julian remembered it, decorated in warm serene tones with touches of green. A large, comfortable bed dominated the space, covered in soft linens and piled with pillows.

Julian carried Emma to the bed and laid her down gently. Emma looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Rest,” Julian said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’ve earned it. I’ll come back to you later.”

“Promise?” Emma asked, her voice drowsy.

“Promise,” Julian confirmed, leaning down to kiss her forehead tenderly. “Sleep now.”

Emma’s eyes drifted closed, a happy smile on her lips. Within moments, her breathing had evened out into sleep.

Julian straightened and used heavens energy to clean himself and restore his clothing to perfect order. Within seconds, he looked completely presentable—as if the morning’s activities had never happened.

With another thought, he teleported again.

He materialized outside one of the castles he didn’t immediately recognize—it was smaller than the others.

The Castle of Administration. It was originally designed for one of his harem members, but since it had remained empty, Seraphine had clearly converted it to serve a different purpose.

Rather than teleporting directly inside—which might startle his daughters if they were working—Julian approached the front entrance on foot. The massive wooden doors were propped open, suggesting active use during daytime hours.

He stepped through the entrance and was immediately struck by the atmosphere.

The interior had been completely transformed from residential space into a administrative center. The grand entrance hall had been converted into a reception area, with several desks arranged efficiently where various creatures worked on paperwork and records. The walls were lined with shelves containing countless scrolls, bound documents, and filing systems that spoke of meticulous organization.

Several of the workers looked up as Julian entered, their eyes widening in recognition. They immediately stood, bowing deeply.

“Master Julian!” one of them gasped.

“Continue your work,” Julian said with a gentle wave of his hand. “Don’t let me interrupt.”