I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 754: One question, One deal

"And yet here you are," he said, gesturing at her revealing outfit and the private room. "Dressed like this. Offering yourself so openly. If you truly believed seduction wouldn’t work, you wouldn’t have gone this far."

Louisa was quiet for a moment. Then she let out a soft, almost self-deprecating laugh.

"You’re right," she admitted. "I thought I could control the situation. I thought I could use my body and my status to draw you in, to make you lower your guard. But you... you turned it around on me so easily. It’s almost impressive."

She stared at him like a puzzle.

"So tell me..." she said, her voice low and laced with challenge, "do you even want to play this game with me? Or am I just making a fool out of myself here?"

Julian shrugged lightly.

"Depends on what you need, Aunty," he replied. "And besides..."

His gaze drifted down her body once more.

"You really haven’t turned around as I asked you to. So it seems you don’t want to play the game that you just suggested."

At this point Louisa already knew she could not win him over with words or subtle manipulation. She had tried both approaches with everything she possessed yet neither one had made the slightest difference.

So, somewhere along the course of this conversation she had quietly prepared herself to do whatever he wanted.

Yet even though her mind had already surrendered, there remained a small stubborn spark of defiance burning deep within her. That final flicker of resistance refused to die out immediately.

It lingered like the last stubborn ember in a dying fire pushing her to hold on just a little longer before she fully gave in to his terms.

She straightened up and for a moment, she simply looked at him.

"And like I asked before... what do I get for it?"

Julian smiled - the kind of smile that suggested he had been expecting this exact question.

"I will answer one question that you want to know," he said. "Truthfully. No lies. No half-answers."

Louisa’s eyes glittered at that. A spark of genuine excitement flashed across her face. She seemed to cheer up almost instantly and the tension in her shoulders eased as the promise of real information outweighed her pride.

"Keep your word," she said firmly, pointing a finger at him.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she turned around.

She placed both hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward, pushing her ass out toward him in a sensual arch of her back. The long emerald skirt hugged her hips and thighs tightly, but the high slit on the side parted dramatically, revealing the full length of her toned leg all the way up to the curve of her ass.

The fabric stretched taut over her round, firm backside, outlining every lush contour.

Louisa’s heart was pounding. She could feel his gaze burning into her from behind. The position made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and strangely curious on how this would all play out in the end.

She could feel the cool air of the room against the exposed skin of her thigh, and beneath the composure she was holding carefully in place, her heart was beating harder than she would have liked to admit.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her loose waves falling to one side, and spoke.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, and despite everything, her voice came out steady. "Me bent over like this... for you?"

Julian didn’t answer immediately. He simply drank in the sight — the elegant, powerful Louisa Astran, bent over a table in a private room, offering her body to him.

The curve of her ass was perfect - as expected of a woman that is a walking temptation.

He stood slowly, pushing back from his chair without hurry, and stepped behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him without the two of them making contact. His hand hovered near her hip, fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her skirt but now quite touching it completely.

"Yes," he said softly, his voice lower now and carrying a rougher quality beneath it. "This is exactly what I wanted."

Louisa’s breath hitched as she felt his presence behind her. She could sense how close he was — close enough that if he leaned forward even slightly, his body would press against hers.

The anticipation made her skin tingle.

She gripped the edge of the table tighter, her knuckles turning white.

"Then ask your question, Aunty," Julian murmured, his breath warm against the back of her neck, close enough that she could feel it stir the fine hairs at her nape.

"One truthful answer. That was the deal."

Louisa swallowed hard. She took one breath, then another, letting the steadiness return to her voice before she used it.

Even in this compromising position, her mind was still sharp. She had come here for information, and she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.

"What really happened in Ezakael? And who is the person who taught you to become an Arch Mage so quickly?"

Julian maintained the careful distance between them, refusing to close those final few inches that separated their bodies.

He let the silence stretch for several long heartbeats, letting the tension coil tighter in the air between them. The quiet amplified every small sound: the soft rustle of her dress, the steady rhythm of her breathing and even the faint creak of the table beneath her weight.

He savored it all, enjoying how her body remained perfectly obedient.

"Well, I already told you what happened in Ezakael," he said at last. "But since you want to know in detail..."

He paused again, letting the tension build.

"I happened to meet a certain girl in a brothel in the lower districts of Ezakael," he began.

"She was working there against her will. The moment I saw her, something about her caught my attention. She had this quiet fire in her eyes even while surrounded by filth and despair. Later, I came to know the full truth. She had been kidnapped from her family during a raid on their caravan months earlier and sold into that place. Since I took a strong liking to her, I decided to help her escape."