I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 695: Sera and her seduction

She turned back to the tray and began arranging everything with slow movements. Every reach, every bend was perfectly calculated. When she leaned across the tray, her breasts pressed together and nearly spilled out of the tight, low neckline. The fabric hugged them so snugly that he could see the soft, round shape of them bouncing gently with her motions.

Julian watched every second of it.

She reached farther for the folded napkin, and the hem of her skirt lifted even higher, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings. The uniform was doing exactly what it was designed to do.

"The cook prepared the usual morning plate," Sera said, turning back to him with a covered dish in her hands. Her breasts jiggled softly as she moved. "But I heard you like your eggs a certain way. I made them myself... just for you."

"That was very thoughtful," Julian replied.

She lifted the lid. The rich smell of the breakfast filled the room. Sera looked at him with that same warm, seductive smile. "Shall I pour your tea, my lord?"

"Please."

She leaned over him to pour, close enough that he could smell the light floral scent on her skin. Her cleavage was right in front of his face. When she handed him the cup, her fingers deliberately brushed his, lingering there for a long, warm second.

Julian took a sip. "It’s good."

Sera’s smile brightened, clearly pleased. She glanced at the plate, then back at him, tilting her head cutely.

"The plate is still very hot, my lord... and the morning is quiet. Would you like me to feed you?"

Julian looked straight into her eyes for a moment.

"Very well."

Sera sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, close enough that her thigh touched his. She picked up the fork, cut a small piece of egg, and leaned forward. Her breasts rested heavily on her arm as she brought the food to his lips. She fed him slowly, intimately, watching his mouth the entire time.

Between bites, she spoke in a soft, soothing voice. She asked about his journey, about how the duchy looked now that he was back, small easy questions that made her sound genuinely interested. All while feeding him like a lover instead of a servant.

Each time she offered another bite, she shifted closer. Her skirt had ridden dangerously high, exposing most of her smooth thighs. When she leaned in to wipe the corner of his mouth with the napkin, her breasts brushed against his chest for a brief, electric moment.

She was incredibly good at this.

Julian ate slowly, enjoying the view. But in the back of his mind, he was thinking clearly. The uniform was too perfectly seductive. Her arrival too convenient. Her sweetness too well-practiced.

Someone had sent her.

He looked at her as she offered him another bite, her full lips slightly parted.

"Sera," he said quietly.

"Yes, my lord?" She smiled, sweet and innocent, while her body screamed the opposite.

"How long have you been with the household?"

There was the tiniest pause. "Three weeks, my lord."

"And before that?"

"I served a noble family in the capital," she answered smoothly, offering him another piece of food, leaning in so close he could feel the heat of her breath on his lips. "They left the city... so I came here."

"Near the court?" Julian said.

"At times," she said. "The family had dealings there."

Near the court?" Julian asked calmly.

"At times," Sera replied softly, her voice like velvet. "The family had dealings there."

Julian nodded and accepted the next bite from her fingers without comment. She continued feeding him with that same slow, intimate care.

When the plate was finally empty, Sera set it aside and looked at him with dark, hungry eyes. The smile on her lips was no longer just polite.

She leaned back slightly on the edge of the bed, one hand resting dangerously close to his thigh.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, my lord?" she asked, her voice low and sweet. "Anything at all... that you need."

The question was simple and entirely not simple at the same time. Her eyes never left his.

Julian let his gaze drift slowly over her. "No," he said pleasantly. "That will be all for now, Sera. Thank you."

A tiny flicker of surprise crossed her face, but it disappeared in an instant. She recovered with a smooth, professional smile, but he had already seen it.

"Of course, my lord." She stood up slowly and smoothed the front of her uniform. "I’ll return at midday to take care of you again."

She walked toward the door with that graceful, swaying steps. Her ass looked incredible in the tight uniform and each step made her hips roll hypnotically.

At the doorway, she paused.

Sera looked back over her shoulder, one hand resting on the doorframe. The pose was pure temptation. She held the look for several long, heated seconds, her dark eyes locked on his with a sultry little smile.

Then she slipped out, closing the door softly behind her.

Julian sat alone in the quiet room, the faint scent of her perfume still lingering in the air.

He smiled.

Someone had planted her here. That much was certain.

But who?

The Duke. He considered this briefly and dismissed it just as quickly. His father was a man who operated through logic and control. He managed things directly and calculated things coldly.

Sending a walking wet dream in a short skirt and stockings to seduce information out of his own son? That wasn’t his style.

His mother.

He considered Olivia for a moment longer. She was intelligent enough. She understood people well enough.

But the way she had looked at him last night — flushed, embarrassed, genuinely off-balance — that wasn’t an act. No woman running a calculated seduction game would have let herself lose control like that.

No. Not Olivia.

He thought about the corridor outside his room. The composed figure standing at the window in the late afternoon light. The dark eyes that missed nothing and filed everything.

Vanessa.

His smile widened.

He looked at the closed door.

Of course, he thought.