I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 218 Cross roads

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"And I am here to ask for compensation," Julian said, his tone calm but unyielding. "That compensation is your wife."

The bandit leader's face paled further, his hands trembling as he processed Julian's demand. The two women beside him stiffened, clearly shocked by his audacity.

The leader glanced at his wives, a mixture of fear and disbelief crossing his face. His mind raced as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of what was being asked.

The leader swallowed hard, as he shot back, "You... you cannot be serious. What do you mean by that? They are my wife!"

Julian's gaze never wavered as a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips. "I don't think you understand," he replied, "I am not asking for permission. This is what I want, and your only option is to comply."

The leader clenched his fists, trying to summon some form of strength, but deep down he knew there was no fighting back against someone like Julian. The women at his side were visibly shaken, their expressions a mixture of fear, and humiliation.

"So," Julian said, his gaze flicking between the two women, "which one will it be? Choose—Raina's mother, or the younger one?"

The leader's face turned red, both in embarrassment and outrage, as he looked at his wives. His eyes darted from one to the other, his mind trying to come up with some response.

Raina's mother, the voluptuous woman, shifted uncomfortably, her face a mix of fear and disgust. She could feel the weight of Julian's words pressing down on her.

The younger one was visibly shaken, clearly not willing to be part of Julian's cruel game.

The leader's shoulders slumped in defeat, his pride crushed. He finally spoke, "Take... take the younger one," he said, his voice almost inaudible.

Raina's mother hesitated for a moment. She desperately sought comfort in her husband's eyes, but all she found was a lowered gaze, his face a mixture of shame and helplessness. He could do nothing.

The weight of his silence crushed her spirit, and with a heavy heart, she embraced her son. With a deep breath, Raina's mother let go of her son and stood.

She took one final, reluctant glance at the group behind her. And with that, she followed Julian into the tent, her steps slow and heavy.

As she entered the tent, she was met with a silence that felt suffocating. The only sound was the rustle of the fabric as Julian made himself comfortable, waiting with a smile that chilled her to the bone.

Her stomach twisted in knots as she knew there was no escaping the consequences of this moment.

Julian's eyes lingered on her body, "Strip," he said, sending a shiver down her spine, her skin crawling with disgust and fear. She could almost see the hunger in his eyes as they fed over her figure.

Her hands shook as she began to undo the strings of her garments. Julian's smile widened as he took in the sight of her, slowly revealing herself to him. Her clothes fell to the ground, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

Her breath caught as her body was revealed to him, her large breasts now visible in the flickering light of the candles. She couldn't stop herself from flinching as his gaze lingered on the dark circles of her areolas, the tightness of her nipples under the cool air.

Desperation twisted through her as she tried to shield herself with her arms, her hands trembling as they covered what little she could. However, a small patch of dark hair peeked out between her fingers.

Julian's eyes traced the line of her waist, down to her hips, and lingered on the patch of hair she tried so desperately to conceal. He could see the outline of her pussy, and his smile grew wider.

"Your husband has good taste," Julian said, his voice low and teasing,

Raina's mother felt a surge of anger mix with in her. She wanted nothing more than to slap that smug grin from his face, but she knew the futility of such an act. Instead, she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.