I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 632 - 632: You are not in control - r18

Valeria smiled.

“Of course,” she replied smoothly. “This body wasn’t trained to seduce horny men like you for free. The Gilded Rose has a reputation to maintain, and that reputation comes with certain… costs.”

She leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear.

“Everything here has a price, handsome. The question is, can you afford what you want?”

But even as she spoke, Julian forced his way past her restraint. His hands broke free and closed over her breasts, squeezing them gently.

Valeria’s eyebrow raised, surprise flickering across her features. Most men, when stopped, either became apologetic or aggressive in an unattractive way. But this one simply… proceeded anyway.

He squeezed harder, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh pushed up by her corset, his thumbs finding her nipples and applying firm pressure.

For a moment, Valeria’s professional composure slipped. Her breath hitched slightly, and she felt genuine arousal stirring rather than the performance she usually gave customers.

“My, my,” she managed, her voice slightly breathier than intended. “Aggressive, aren’t we?”

Julian’s smile widened slightly, his hands continuing their exploration. His thumbs circled her nipples, which had hardened noticeably under his attention.

“You said everything has a price,” he replied, his voice low and intimate. “You didn’t say I had to pay before sampling the merchandise.”

His left hand released her breast and slid down to her thigh, where her dress had ridden up. His fingers caressed the exposed skin before moving gradually higher.

Valeria’s professional instincts fought with her genuine physical response. She should stop this and should establish the transaction properly before allowing any real intimacy. But gods, it had been a long time since a customer had actually aroused her rather than just being another job to perform.

“You’re very confident,” she breathed, her hips shifting slightly on his lap—and there, she could feel it, his hardness poking her ass. “Some might say arrogant.”

Julian’s hand on her thigh reached her pussy, and he pressed it lightly.

“Some might,” he agreed, his fingers feeling the heat. “But I suspect you prefer confidence?”

His finger pressed more firmly, finding the outline of her pussy lips through the thin material, feeling moisture beginning to gather there.

“Mmmhhh~~~~ ” Valeria gasped softly, her professional facade cracking further.

“I…” she started, then had to pause as his finger traced along her slit. “I should… we should establish… AHH ~~ payment first…”

Julian’s right hand returned to her breast, this time slipping beneath the fabric of her corset. He found her bare nipple and rolled it between his fingers. His left hand pushed the thin fabric covering her pussy aside, his fingers making direct contact with her wet heat.

“We will,” he assured her, his voice maddeningly calm while she was becoming increasingly flustered. “But first, let’s establish what exactly I’m purchasing.”

He slid one finger inside her, and Valeria’s gasp was louder this time, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“You’re already wet,” Julian whispered. “Your body seems very interested in what I’m offering, regardless of what your professional protocols say.”

He added a second finger and pressed her clit with his thumbs, creating maddening pressure and rhythm.

“Mmhh… stop…”

Valeria bit her lip, trying to maintain some form of control. This was not how transactions were supposed to go. She was supposed to be the seductress, the one in control.

“How much?” Julian asked, his fingers continuing their work, building a rhythm that was starting to make Valeria’s thighs tremble. “For the whole night. Private room. Just you and me. Name your price.”

Valeria’s mind was foggy with arousal.

“Two… two gold,” she managed to say. “For the whole night… with me… private suite…”

Julian’s fingers curled inside her, finding a spot that made her cry out softly.

“Done,” he said simply. “Now, shall we move to somewhere more private? Or do you prefer an audience?”

He gestured toward the rest of the lounge, where several other guests and workers had definitely noticed their interaction.

Valeria’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“Private,” she gasped. “Definitely… private…”

Julian’s smile widened.

“Wrong answer.”

Valeria’s eyes widened in confusion, then shock as his meaning registered.

“What? No, we can’t—not here—there are people—”

But Julian was already moving. His hands gripped her waist firmly, and with a smooth motion, he turned her around on his lap, positioning her so she faced away from him.

“Wait, please, this isn’t—” Valeria tried to twist around, but Julian’s strength was far beyond what she’d anticipated.

He stood, then bent her forward over the sofa they had been sitting on. Her hands shot out instinctively to catch herself, palms digging into the plush velvet as her upper body was forced down.

“Stop! “Valeria,” hissed, trying to keep her voice low despite her panic. “Not here! People are watching! My reputation—”

Julian’s hand remained on her shoulder, keeping her bent over the sofa. His other hand gathered the silk of her dress, pulling it up slowly, exposing her legs inch by inch.

“You misunderstand something,” Julian said, his voice calm despite the intensity of the situation. “You brought me here. You sat on my lap. You pressed yourself against me. You let me touch you, let me feel how wet you were.”

The dress continued rising, revealing her thighs and the curve of her ass.

Valeria’s face burned with humiliation and unwanted arousal. She could feel every eye in the lounge on her and could imagine what they were seeing—her bent over submissively, this stranger dominating her completely and publicly.

“Please,” she tried again. “Upstairs—we can go upstairs—I’ll do anything you want, just not here, not in front of everyone—”

Julian’s hand slid along her exposed thigh, his touch sending involuntary shivers through her body.

“You said everything runs on money,” he reminded her, his fingers hooking into the thin fabric covering her pussy. “You wanted to establish the price before anything happened.”

With a smooth motion, he tore the flimsy underwear away completely, leaving her lower half fully exposed to anyone who cared to look.