I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 506 - 506: The man of the prophecy

“W-We’re just—um—testing the seed!” Lisa blurted, rubbing cum off her cheek with her hand.

There was a long pause behind the door.

“…And that requires screaming and moaning like you’re about to get killed?!” the elder screamed.

Mara and Lira exchanged panicked glances, their mouth unable to blurt any excuses.

“You were supposed to collect his seed and test it first. Everyone is waiting!”

Julian smirked. “Well that’s sad. It’s… all over their faces.”

The door rattled as the elder struck it with her staff. “Open this door. Now.”

Lira quickly slid off Julian, her thighs trembling from how close she had been to having him inside her. Mara stood with her, stumbling slightly as a thick line of Julian’s cum trailed down her inner thigh.

She looked around, her eyes falling on the robes discarded nearby. Snatching them quickly, she got in one of them and handed the other to Lira.

Their eyes met—both glazed, both breathing heavily.

Lira’s hands shook as she pulled the robe around her, the thin fabric clinging to her sweaty skin. Her nipples pressed tightly against it, clearly visible beneath the white silk. Mara’s robe didn’t help her either—it stuck to her thighs, the outline of her wet pussy impossible to hide.

Julian watched them from the floor, his body limp but very much aware. His cock had finally begun to soften but even then, the sight of them struggling to cover their cum-drenched bodies had it twitching again.

Fuck.

There was no time to waste.

Mara’s legs wobbled as she approached the door, the cum still dripping faintly from her pussy. She tried to wipe it with the edge of her robe, but it only made it worse.

“You… are still leaking…” Julian teased, a wicked smiled playing on his lips.

Mara shot him a glare. “Quiet.”

She took one last breath, trying her best to steady her racing heart. Her fingers trembled, the fear of elder and the unfinished business with Julian burning fiercely inside her.

Just a few more seconds and he would’ve been inside her. Stretching her. Filling her. That ache hadn’t faded—it had only intensified.

As her hand gripped the handle, she whispered faintly, “You still owe me, Julian.”

Before Julian could process her words, the latch creaked and the door finally opened.

Silence.

The Elder stepped into the room, her eyes immediately sweeping across the chamber. After few heartbeat, it finally rested on Mara.

She stiffened, her legs still wobbling from before. Julian’s seed continued to slide down the inside of her thigh, and when the Elder’s gaze locked onto it, she instinctively moved her hand between her legs.

The Elder’s brow lifted slightly, but she said nothing.

Then her gaze flicked to Lira.

Lira didn’t even meet her eyes. She turned away, pretending to adjust a bowl that had long been knocked over in the chaos.

She didn’t speak. Neither did Mara.

Finally, the Elder’s gaze settled on Julian. She paused, her eyes widening just for a moment as her gaze traveled over his exhausted body.

Julian’s eyes met hers as well, and he offered a weak, lazy smile. He was in no condition to move but he still lifted one arm and gave a small wave.

“Hello, Elder,” he said casually. As his hand moved, so did his cock.

The Elder’s eyes didn’t follow the hand. They stayed on the cock. Locked.

Few seconds passed. Then another.

And then she blinked, coughing into her hand and finally snapping her gaze away.

“Ahem… Hello, Rael.” Her voice came out awkward, trying hard to recover her authority. “It seems you’re… enjoying yourself.”

Julian didn’t answer. His smirk was enough.

Her eyes then turned sharply toward Lira and Mara, who both stood frozen in their robe. Mara’s hands dropped from her thighs while Lira turned her back to the Elder, pretending to adjust something on a shelf that didn’t need adjusting.

The Elder raised an eyebrow.

“You two. I understand that you’re excited… and yes, starved. But do try to remember—the entire village is waiting. We are in the middle of an important ceremony. The testing of the Seed is not just a ritual, it is vital.”

Her eyes flicked again to Julian, then back to the girls.

“…But apparently, riding a cock is more important to you than the future of the village.”

No one dared speak.

“You were just meant to test him,” the Elder snapped, her anger flaring by their silence. “Not fuck the poor boy senseless.”

She stepped further into the room. “Look at him. You two didn’t just sample him. You drained him. Every drop.”

Lira lowered her head, her robe barely clinging to one shoulder. Mara simply listened, holding her hands behind her back like a child caught stealing sweets.

“If Annie even gets wisp of what you did,” the Elder continued, her tone now laced with warning, “she’ll hang you.”

Julian gave a small, tired laugh from the floor, still grinning despite the seriousness of the moment. “To be fair, I can’t complain.”

The Elder spun back towards him, her eyes narrowing, though it flicked—just briefly—once more to his spent cock.

“And you,” she said, stepping closer. “You are the son of Kain. How can you melt the moment they got their tits around you.”

Julian shrugged weakly. “What can I say? I’m weak for tits.”

Lira stifled a laugh behind her hand. Mara didn’t even try—she snorted outright, biting her lip as she quickly composed herself.

The Elder, however, didn’t flinch. Her gaze cold as ice.

“Clearly… you were a virgin just moments ago.”

The words made Mara and Lira freeze.

They exchanged startled glances—half disbelief, half awe—each reading the same question in the other’s eyes: How the fuck did he cum so much?

It was impossible. A boy, untouched until recently, yet able to flood them all with so much?

As time passed, the thought burned in their mind, digging deep into their being. Their eyes began flickering—not just with surprise, but with a newfound reverence.

Rael was no mere man.

He was the Savior.

The one the village had been quietly praying for, the man of the prophecy.