I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 336: I won

Gregoria laughed in amusement. ”Yeah, you can dream about it,” she said with a smirk, shaking her head.

But Julian only grinned. ”Dreams have a way of becoming real, Grandmother,” he teased back.

Without another word, he turned away and moved toward Regina, who was speaking with a few nobles.

She stood gracefully, her gown only amplifying her beauty. Julian stepped up behind her, and before she could react, he pressed his body against hers.

Reginaʼs breath hitched and her entire body tensed, though she kept her face unreadable. She was used to his boldness in private, but this—this—was something else.

She turned her head slightly, her voice just above a whisper. ”Julian, what are you doing?”

His lips leaned in closer to her ear, ”Nothing, mother. Just act calm,” he murmured.

Reginaʼs fingers clenched at her sides. ”Calm?” she whispered, her voice barely audile. ”Somebody might see us.”

Julian smirked, his hands slipping to her waist. He wrapped his hands around her possessively before pressing her back against him even tighter.

He began moving his hips, grind against the soft flesh of her ass. The sudden movement sent a shiver through her, and her composure nearly faltered.

Meanwhile, Gregoriaʼs gaze sharpened and the amused smirk faded from her lips. Her fingers tightened around the glass of her wine as she watched the interaction unfold before her.

At first, she had assumed Julian was merely pushing boundaries for challenge—but now, as she took in the way he touched Regina, how effortlessly she allowed it, something about the scene unsettled her.

Julian didnʼt have to look at Gregoria to know she had caught on. His smirk deepened as he continued grinding slowly, his hands gripping her hips firmly.

”You should move away,” Regina uttered, her voice a little breathless than before.

”Hmm...” Julian whispered, ”But you havenʼt pushed me away.”

Regina took a deep breath, but she remained composed, unwilling to give anything away. Despite her strong commitment, her body betrayed her in smallest of ways, the faint arch of her back, the way her breath grew ragged, the faint blush.

Gregoriaʼs expression shifted and her grip on her glass tightened.

Julian tilted his head, his lips brushing against Reginaʼs ear. ”I think Grandmother is starting to realize something about us.”

Regina stiffened slightly at his words, and Gregoria, who had been watching in silent, finally set her glass down. Her sharp eyes flicked between them, scanning every movement.

Realization crashed over Gregoria like a truck, and for the first time that evening, Julian saw something in her expression he hadnʼt expected.

Surprise.

It was brief, quickly masked by her usual cold composure, but he saw it.

Julianʼs smirk widened as his hands reached for her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. His hips moved forward, grinding his hard cock on her ass.

”Just act calm, mother,” he whispered, the heat of his breath caressing her ears.

Reginaʼs breath stopped for a moment, her fingers her gown tightly. She could feel him—thick, hard gliding between her ass.

”Julian—” she whispered.

But he didnʼt give her a chance to finish. His other hand moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He didnʼt care who was watching. He didnʼt care that his cock was pressed against her in open view of prying eyes.

Because one pair of eyes mattered most.

Gregoria.

Julian glanced up, meeting his grandmotherʼs gaze. She was watching, and that only made him bolder.

He kept his gaze locked with hers and squeezed Reginaʼs ass again, harder this time. His cock moved slowly, his grip unyielding as he let her feel everything.

Regina trembled, her body betraying her with each passing moment, but she didnʼt pull away.

Julian smirked.

Gregoriaʼs fingers curled slightly at her sides, but she said nothing.

Julian leaned in even closer, his tongue flicking Reginaʼs earlobe before he murmured, ”You are letting me do this, mother... You know that, donʼt you?”

”Standing here, feeling my cock against you, knowing you should stop me... but you wonʼt.”

Reginaʼs nails dug into her dress, but still, she didnʼt move.

Julian grinned. ”Thatʼs my good girl.”

He knew Gregoria was still watching, still absorbing every second of it.

So, he pushed further.

His fingers trailed up Reginaʼs side, teasing the curve of her breast before he pulled her closer again. His cock strained his pants, threatening to escape free.

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above her neck. ”You are so fucking warm, mother...”

Regina trembled, her breathing uneven.

And Gregoria?

Still watching.

Still silent.

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Julian finally turned his head, meeting her eyes once more. A slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips as he winked at her.

Gregoriaʼs expression didnʼt change, but her silence was everything.

Julian had won.

Just then, Alden voice shattered the ongoing intimacy, ”So Regina, what do you think?”

Both Regina and Julian jolted awake, their heart pounding rapidly in their chest. Regina quickly stepped forward, putting distance between them. He could still feel the warmth of her body against his.

She straightened herself, smoothing the fabric of her gown as if it could erase what had just happened.

Alden, oblivious to the silent tension, simply smiled. ”Sheʼs a little clumsy,” he joked ”I asked what you think about the suggestion of Marquis Hireon.”

Regina let out a small, awkward laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. ”Hmm... I think we should accept it. Besides, Julian is the new Duke now.”

Julian, who was still enjoying what had just happened, let out a small laugh. ”Yes, itʼs okay,” he agreed.

Marquis Hireon stepped forward ”Your Grace, Julian, what have you thought about marriage?” He offered a polite smile. ”You are single, it seems, and a duke must have a duchess to help him manage his household.”

Alden chuckled, clapping Julianʼs shoulder. ”Yes, he sure does. Someone as pretty and capable as his mother, wouldnʼt you say?”

Regina blushed at the remark, lowering her gaze for a moment as a soft, embarrassed smile formed on her lips.

Julian barely held back his laughter. I already have taken Mother as my wife in every way that matters.

Marquis Hireon cleared his throat, drawing Julianʼs attention back. ”Yes… in fact, I have a daughter,” he continued. ”She is quite fond of you, Your Grace. A great admirer, I should say. I would be honored if you would meet her.”

Julian smiled smoothly, flashing a charming smile. ”Of course, Marquis,” he said with a polite nod. ”It would be my pleasure.”

Julian tilted his head slightly, faking interest. ”And what does she do?” he asked.

Marquis Hireon straightened with pride. ”She is a fashion expert, Your Grace,” he said. ”Ever since she was young, she has had this peculiar ambition—an obsession, really—with creating new and appealing dresses. She believes that clothing is more than just fabric; it is an art form, a statement of power and beauty.”

Julian hummed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ”Hmm... that is quite a unique dream,” he mused. ”It seems the lady is quite ambitious.”

Marquis Hireon nodded eagerly. ”Oh, indeed! She is always ahead of the trends, Your Grace. You will find no woman more devoted to her craft. If you were to meet her, I am certain she would be thrilled.”

Julian smiled smoothly, offering a polite nod to the Marquis. ”I sure would love to meet her,” he said, his voice dripping with charm.

With that, he turned slightly, shifting his attention back to Gregoria. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he leaned in just enough for only her to hear.

”Seems like Iʼve won the deal, Grandmother,” he whispered. ”So tell me, when are you going to spread your legs for me?”

Gregoria glared at him, her eyes burning in defiance. Yet, she knew that she had lost. There was no more room for clever retorts, no chance to twist her way out of this. And that realization made his blood burn.

Julian caught her glare and that only sever to fuel his arousal. ”Oh, donʼt give me that look, Grandmother. We both knew this would happen.”

His fingers trailed down her wrist, featherlight, teasing the delicate skin. ”You made this deal with me. And now that you have lost...”

”Itʼs time for you to get on your knees.”

Gregoria flinched slightly but she didnʼt speak. Just stared at him. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her hands clenching into fist.

Julian chuckled, tilting his head. ”Whatʼs wrong? No clever remark?” His hands reasted on her hip, caressing her in easing circles. ”Youʼve already accepted it, havenʼt you?”

Gregoria swallowed hard. She was barely holding herself together, but she could not stop her body from trembling.