I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 454: You can call me Alina

”Aww, heʼs sitting all alone,” she purred. ”Maybe I should go keep him company. He looks like he could use a little... entertainment.”

Her words drew chuckles from a few others, though Aryl gave her a sideways glance. But the girl was already rising to her feet, smoothing down her elegant dress as she prepared to make her approach.

”Donʼt say I didnʼt warn you,” Aryl murmured under her breath, eyes still on Julian.

The pink-haired girlʼs smile deepened, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as she waved her hand in the air. Her hips swayed seductively, each step dripping with confidence and allure.

The slit of her gown shifted just enough to reveal smooth, toned thighs, while the neckline showcased a teasing hint of her cleavage, accentuated by the soft glow of the gem adorned between her breasts.

She moved like a temptress, every eye on her—but her gaze stayed fixed on one man.

Julian noticed her approach immediately. His golden eyes narrowed slightly, watching her with interest as he leaned back in his chair.

A faint smirk played on his lips, the kind that knew exactly what was coming but still welcomed it.

”Interesting,” he murmured. ”Pretty face… solid curves… sexy body… bold and confident too. Sheʼs one of a kind.”

She approached Julianʼs table with grace, then paused just beside him. Bowing elegantly, one hand resting on the folds of her gown, she spoke with a smooth, inviting voice.

”My lord, you seem alone. May I join you?”

Julianʼs lips curved into a warm smile as he gestured toward the nearest chair.

”Please, my lady. It would be my pleasure to be joined by someone as beautiful as you.”

A soft blush colored her cheeks, and she smiled shyly. ”Youʼre quite charming, my lord,” she said, lowering herself gracefully into the seat beside him.

She turned her gaze back to him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. ”My lord, I have never seen you around before. Are you new to these parts?”

Julian nodded. ”I am from a branch family of the nearby viscounty, recently arrived to oversee some affairs.”

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to a gentle, almost conspiratorial tone. ”But my lady, if I may ask…”

He paused.

The girl nodded, encouraging him to continue with a playful smile. ”Feel free.”

Julianʼs gaze lingered on her as he spoke. ”Judging by how you present yourself—the grace, the confidence—you must be of noble birth. Perhaps even a princess?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, a delicate warmth spreading across her face. She laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

”Oh, my lord, you do flatter me,” she said, her voice light but sincere. ”I am but the daughter of Marquis Nephlem, a noble close to Ravenswood. Not quite a princess, but I suppose close enough.”

She glanced around the bustling restaurant before returning her gaze to Julian.

”And you, my lord, what brings you to these parts? Surely a man of your bearing has more pressing matters than dining alone among us.”

Her eyes sparkled with genuine interest, a subtle challenge hidden beneath her teasing tone.

Julian gave a slow, teasing shrug. ”Hmm… what could possibly be more pressing than the company of a lady as enchanting as yourself?”

His eyes flicked down just enough to make her heart skip. ”Surely, not even kingdom affairs could compete with this kind of distraction.”

She blinked, momentarily taken aback by Julianʼs audacity, then laughed in amusement.

”Well… you sure are bold, my lord,” she said, her eyes glinting with interest. ”But I like bold men. Thereʼs something… thrilling about them.”

Julian leaned in slightly. ”Oh?” he said, a faint smirk on his lips. ”And what might your kind of bold be, my lady?

His eyes locked onto hers, sharp and challenging.

”Bold isnʼt the same for everyone. Some call it courage, some call it arrogance… And some,” he paused, letting his gaze wander briefly over her lips, ”call it knowing exactly what you want and not being afraid to reach for it.”

The girl flushed deeper, her breath catching for just a moment.

Julian leaned back, still holding her eyes. ”So tell me… Which kind of bold do you enjoy?”

The girl quickly regained her composure, her playful smirk returning. Her eyes sparkled with challenge, refusing to let Julian take the lead so easily.

”A wild one, if I have to say,” she replied smoothly.

Julian raised his brow, genuinely surprised by her bold responses. He didnʼt expect her to be so forward—not in this setting, not with him.

Most women hesitated, tested the waters, unsure of how far to go. But not her. This girl didnʼt just flirt—she provoked, pushed, and danced like she was used to it.

He studied her closely now.

She knew she was beautiful. And more importantly, she knew how to use it.

Sheʼs just like me, he thought, a rare flicker of admiration passing through him.

The girl leaned in slightly. ”My lord,” she said, her tone soft yet tempting, ”would you like to meet my friends? Theyʼre just over there.”

She gestured elegantly toward the table where Vigg, Arya, and the rest of the noble youths sat, already watching them with curiosity.

Julian followed her hand with his eyes and met the distant gazes of the gathered nobles. His smile deepened, effortlessly charming.

”Sure,” he said with a light chuckle. ”It would be a nice time to socialize.”

He wasnʼt really interested in making connections, but something about the girl piqued his interest.

”Great! Letʼs go,” she said enthusiastically, wasting no time.

Without hesitation, she reached for his hand and gently took it. She didnʼt just lead him—she guided him like they were already a couple.

As they began walking, her body pressed close to his side. With each step, her soft breasts subtly bounced and brushed against his arm, clearly intentional.

”By the way,” she said, glancing up at him with a mischievous smile, ”you can call me Alina.”