I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 735: A game - r18

He found himself genuinely curious.

Had Vanessa changed her instructions. Or had Sera made this decision on her own.

Either way it was interesting.

Just then, Sera brought the fourth spoonful to his lips. Julian swallowed it. The warm herbal soup slid down his throat and brought another wave of soothing energy to his damaged meridians.

He smiled faintly.

”Let’s play a game,” he said to himself.

Julian remained silent for a few seconds, letting the tension build. Then, as Sera brought the fifth spoonful closer and was just about to lean in slightly to feed him, Julian leaned forward himself.

Before she could react, he gently took the spoon from her hand.

”Sera,” he said calmly. ”I want to eat it another way.”

Sera blinked, clearly surprised.

Before she could ask what he meant, Julian tilted the spoon and deliberately poured the warm soup directly into the deep valley of her cleavage.

The hot liquid spilled onto her soft skin, sliding down between her beautiful breasts in slow, glistening trails.

Sera gasped sharply.

”Ah—!”

Her eyes widened in shock. The sudden warmth of the soup made her flinch, and a visible shiver ran through her body. The liquid soaked into the fabric of her already tight uniform, making the material cling even more obscenely to her breasts. A few drops trickled further down, disappearing into the shadowed cleavage.

She sat there frozen, mouth slightly open, her cheeks flushing bright red.

”M-My lord...!” she stammered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. ”What are you—?”

Julian watched her reaction with calm amusement, the spoon still in his hand.

Sera’s hands instinctively moved toward her chest, but she stopped halfway, unsure whether to wipe the soup away or leave it. The warm liquid continued to slide down her skin, making her acutely aware of every inch it touched.

She looked up at him, flustered and uncertain.

”My lord... this is... this is not appropriate,” she whispered, though her voice lacked real conviction.

Her breathing had quickened, causing her chest to rise and fall, which only made more of the soup trickle deeper between her breasts.

Julian leaned back slightly against the pillows.

”You said you wanted to serve me properly,” he said, his tone casual but carrying that dangerous edge. ”So serve me.”

Sera’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. She bit her lower lip, clearly torn between her orders from Vanessa and the humiliating situation she now found herself in.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she lowered her gaze.

”...As you wish, my lord,” she murmured.

She didn’t wipe the soup away. Instead, she picked up another spoonful from the bowl, her hands trembling slightly. This time, when she brought it closer, she leaned forward more deliberately, offering her cleavage as the new ”bowl.”

Julian’s smile widened just a fraction.

He took the spoon from her again and slowly poured the next spoonful directly onto her chest, watching as the warm liquid pooled in her cleavage before slowly dripping down.

”Mmm...”

The soft, embarrassed sound had barely left Sera’s lips when Julian leaned forward again.

Without warning, he lowered his head toward her chest. His tongue flicked out, licking the warm trail of soup that had pooled in the deep valley of her cleavage.

Sera’s entire body jolted.

”Ah—!”

A sharp, startled moan escaped her before she could stop it. Her hands flew up instinctively, hovering in the air as if she didn’t know whether to push him away or hold him closer.

Julian didn’t stop.

His tongue moved slowly, savoring the taste of the herbal soup mixed with the warm, slightly salty flavor of her skin. The tip of his tongue dipped slightly deeper into her cleavage, brushing against the soft, sensitive skin.

”Nngh...! My lord...!” Sera whimpered, her voice trembling.

Her back arched involuntarily, pushing her chest forward. The sudden intimate contact sent a hot shiver racing through her body. She could feel every slow movement of his tongue, licking the soup from her cleavage like it was the most natural thing in the world.

”Ahh... haa...”

Sera’s hands trembled in the air. She wanted to stop him. She knew she should stop him. But the order from Vanessa still echoed in her mind: get close to him, gain his trust, do whatever it takes.

So she stayed still, biting her lower lip hard as Julian continued.

”Mmmph...!”

Julian pulled back just enough to look at her flushed face.

Sera’s cheeks were burning crimson. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. She looked utterly embarrassed, yet she hadn’t moved away even an inch.

”You’re trembling,” Julian observed quietly, his voice low and amused. ”Does it feel that bad?”

Sera shook her head quickly, too flustered to speak properly.

”N-no, my lord... it’s just... it’s embarrassing...” she whispered.

Julian smiled faintly.

”It seems the soup has finished,” he said calmly, his eyes never leaving her flushed face.

Sera knew exactly what he was saying.

Her cheeks burned even hotter. For a moment, she sat frozen, the spoon still in her hand. Then, with trembling fingers, she reached for the bowl on the bedside table, scooped another spoonful of the warm herbal soup, and slowly poured it directly over her own chest.

As if that was exactly what he wanted, Julian’s smile deepened with satisfaction.

He leaned forward again without hesitation.

His tongue flicked out again, licking the path up the center of her cleavage. The taste of the herbs mixed with the salty flavor of her body made him hum softly in approval.

Sera’s entire body shuddered.

”Ahh...!”

She tried to bite the moan back, but it was already too late. Her hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as another wave of heat flooded through her.

”Mmmph... haa...”

Julian didn’t rush. He licked slowly, thoroughly, collecting every drop of the soup that had pooled there.

After licking it clean, he pulled back and smiled again,

”You’re making such pretty sounds, Sera.”

Sera’s breath hitched. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore.

”I... I can’t help it, my lord...” she whispered, his voice hoarse and embarrassed. ”It feels... too much...”