I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Playing with Eva
Julian’s lips curled into a sly grin. His voice dropped lower, in a more commanding tone, “Lean in and show it to me,” he said.

Eva was caught completely off guard, and her eyes widened in shock. The words were so vulgar, and for a moment, she just sat there frozen, unable to process anything.

“Julian… what…?” she managed to ask.

As soon as her words escaped, something inside her flipped, and her body moved on its own. Before she could stop, she found herself leaning forward slightly.

Her breasts were exposed more than she ever intended, and she felt an unfamiliar heat spread through her.

Julian chuckled, enjoying the flash of desire and confusion running through her pretty face.

“That’s it,” he said. “You don’t have to hide it. Show me more, Eva. I know you want to.” His voice was smooth and seductive, urging her to fall deeper into the abyss.

Eva’s heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him.

She hated how much his words affected her, how they made her body react despite the resistance in her mind.

Her breath became more ragged as she found herself leaning in even further, giving him more of what he wanted. His gaze was like a twisted game, one that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to win or lose. But Julian was relentless, and with every word, he pulled her deeper into his trap.

“Good girl,” Julian murmured. “You are learning exactly how to please me.”

Eva felt her face blush with shame and desire all at once.

The tension in the room was unbearable, and the only sound she could hear was the rapid beat of her heart.

Eva’s hand trembled slightly as she reached for the glass of wine. She forced herself to focus on her food, trying to clear her mind.

Eliot, who was beside her, noticed her unease, and she glanced at him curiously. “Mother, what happened? Why are you trembling?”

Eva’s heart skipped a beat for a moment before she quickly tried composing herself.

“No… nothing,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky. “Just eat your breakfast silently, Eliot.”

Eliot pouted and turned her head away. “Geezzz… I was just asking you.”

Across the table, Julian’s lips curled into a faint smile as he watched the exchange.

Eva composed herself and took a sip from the wine. A single drop dripped from the corner of her mouth, falling slowly down to her chest and finally landing just above her breasts.

She instinctively tried to wipe it away. But her hurried movement only served to reveal more of her curves. As she wiped the droplet, her breast swayed in motion, the sight alluring and tempting.

She froze mid-motion as she realized her mistake. Slowly, she looked up, meeting Julian’s gaze.

His eyes were darker now. He didn’t even bother to hide his desire that was playing wildly on his expression. He licked his lips as though he was already doing the unthinkable in his mind.

“That’s quite the mess,” Julian teased.

Eva’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. She covered herself, but the damage was done. She could feel her nipples harden beneath the thin gown. She crossed her arms, trying to hide what was already impossible to conceal.

“I… It wasn’t intentional,” she fumbled.

Julian grabbed his own glass of wine. “That does not matter, Eva,” he said. “And now, I wonder—what else might you show me if given the chance?”

Her fingers tightened around her glass, and she took another sip. She then reached for the wine bottle and filled her glass fully. Without hesitation, she drank it all in one go.

Once finished, she set the glass down and locked onto Julian with a piercing gaze.

“When did you turn out to be like this, little brother?” she asked in genuine curiosity.

Julian took his time, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a slow sip. He met her gaze and smirked.

“Maybe,” he began, setting the glass down gently, “it happened after I started getting stronger.”

Eva leaned back slightly, trying to gauge the meaning behind his words. “Why after getting stronger?” she asked.

Julian rested his elbows on the table, his eyes glowing with mischief and something darker.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe it made me greedy… Or would possessive be the better word?”

“Greedy… possessive… Those aren’t exactly admirable traits,” Eva muttered, though the flush on her cheeks deepened under his unwavering gaze.

Julian chuckled softly. “Depends on how you look at it, sister,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Some things are worth being possessive over, wouldn’t you agree?”

Eva smiled faintly, but she remained silent. She poured another glass of wine and brought it to her lips, savoring the taste. Each sip seemed to loosen her restraints, opening her up to the tension that hung freely in the air.

Julian’s smile widened, realizing that the wine was doing its job.

“You seem to be drinking too much,” he said, swirling the wine in his own glass. “What do you plan on doing, sister?”

Eva placed her glass down slowly before leaning forward. The motion was intentional that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

Her gaze met his, but this she was accepting the changes between them.

“Nothing… dear brother,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

Julian’s smile deepened as he took another sip of his wine. The boundaries between them felt like threads—fragile and ready to snap at any moment.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Eva,” Julian murmured, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her.

“And what if I am?” Eva replied, her smile not faltering.

The wine had stripped away her resistance, leaving her with nothing but the thrill of the moment.

With a wicked smile, Eva tugged her gown and slowly pulled the fabric lower. As the dress slipped, she made sure to reveal just her soft, pink areola.

She met Julian’s gaze, her eyes flickering with challenge and something more—a daring invitation.

“Is this not what you wanted?” she purred.

Julian’s gaze feasted on her exposed skin, and his body immediately responded. He could feel his cock twitching and throbbing almost painfully.

His body tensed as he fought the urge to close the space between them. He felt the hardness of his erection pressing against his pants, making it impossible to compose himself.

“You always know how to push boundaries,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire, the words barely escaping past the growing tension in his throat.

Eva’s lips curled into a knowing smile. She intentionally shifted her position, tugging her gown down just a little more. As she did, her nipple slowly came into view, hard and pink.

She watched his face with a sly smile as she revealed more of herself to him. With each small movement, she exposed just a little more.

Julian’s body reacted immediately, the pressure in his pants becoming unbearable. He leaned forward, his hands clenched tightly into fists as he tried to hold back from reaching out and claiming her.

“You are killing me, Eva,” he muttered, the words breathless.

Eva leaned closer, her breasts now fully exposed. “You are welcome to try…” she whispered.

The words hung in the air like a challenge, daring him to act if he could.

Julian’s heart raced, his gaze drinking her in, savoring every inch of her exposed skin. “You have such big breasts… so fucking mature…” he murmured, his voice laced with pure lust.

Eva’s eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned forward just a bit more. “Does my little brother like them so much?” she purred.

Julian could feel his control slipping with the weight of her words. “Yes, I fucking do,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “You have got my full attention now, Eva….”

Eva felt a shiver of excitement run through her, the boldness of his response only adding to the fire inside her.

“You want me like this, don’t you?” She asked, “Want to see more, little brother?”

Even seconds seemed unusually longer in anticipation as Julian nodded.

Just as the tension between Eva and Julian reached its peak, a loud, painful cry suddenly shattered the charged silence.

“Ahhh… ahhhhhhh!” Eleanor screamed as she clutched her stomach.

Both Eva and Julian jolted awake, fear flashing in their eyes.

Eva’s hand reached for her gown, quickly covering herself. Meanwhile, Julian leaned back in his chair, his heart pounding furiously.

Their breaths were ragged as they both tried to compose themselves.

All eyes shifted towards Eleanor in a mixture of both concern and confusion. The peaceful atmosphere of the breakfast shattered in an instant.

“Eleanor, what happened?” Regina’s voice wavered as she pushed back her chair and moved to her daughter’s side. She knelt beside Eleanor, gently holding her shoulders.

Alden stood as well, hurrying to her side. “Eleanor! Speak to me! What happened?”

Eleanor’s eyes watered, and she gripped the edge of the table tightly.

“It’s… it’s my stomach… I—something’s wrong…” she said, the words barely leaving her mouth.