I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Just then, Eleanor approached him, her black gown mesmerizing in its elegance. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves and highlighting her breasts, with a hint of cleavage peeking out, drawing Julian's gaze.

Her presence was captivating, and the air seemed to shimmer around her as she smiled softly, creating an alluring contrast to the intensity of his training. Julian felt a surge of excitement and desire as he took in her beauty, momentarily distracted from his thoughts of honing his skills.

Eleanor looked at Julian with curiosity, her brow slightly furrowed.

"How did you gain such power?" she asked, genuinely intrigued.

"You were just in the Mage Realm not long ago, and now you've reached the Supreme Realm. It's almost unbelievable."

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and concern, as if she was trying to grasp the magnitude of his transformation.

Julian chuckled lightly, a playful glint in his eye.

"Oh, I've just had a few lucky encounters," he replied with a grin, brushing off the enormity of his achievement. "Nothing too dramatic, really. Just a little hard work and some interesting experiences along the way."

His tone was casual, but the underlying excitement was evident, hinting at the adventures that had led him to this moment.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his nonchalant demeanor.

"Lucky encounters, huh? It must be nice to have such luck on your side. Most people work their whole lives for a fraction of that power," she said, her curiosity piqued.

Julian leaned against a training dummy, crossing his arms with a smirk.

"Well, sometimes you just have to seize the moment when it presents itself," he replied, the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"You never know what opportunities might come your way if you're willing to take a risk."

Eleanor stepped a bit closer, her gaze unwavering.

"Do you think luck can be replicated? Or is it all just chance?" she asked, her voice softening as she studied him.

Julian shrugged, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

"I think it's a mix of both, being in the right place at the right time and knowing how to make the most of it. Plus, sometimes a little charm goes a long way," he added, flashing her a confident smile.

Eleanor couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes sparkling with interest.

"You certainly have the charm part down. It's just a shame I'm not quite as lucky," she teased, her playful tone drawing him in closer.

Eleanor furrowed her brow, intrigued by his connection to lightning. "But seriously, what is it about you and lightning? It's like you're one with the element now," she said, genuinely curious.

Julian chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why don't you find out for yourself? Attack me with your spell," he challenged, his tone playful yet daring.

Eleanor focused intently, channeling her energy to summon a bolt of lightning aimed at Julian.

However, to her surprise, the element seemed to hesitate, flickering and dissipating before it could take form. "What the...?" she exclaimed, confused as she sensed the lightning wavering as if it were reluctant to harm him.

Julian watched her with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Looks like the lightning doesn't want to hurt me. I guess it recognizes who I am now," he teased, a confident grin spreading across his face.

Eleanor stared at him, a mix of admiration and disbelief in her eyes.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "So, can nobody attack you with lightning?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Julian chuckled, leaning back slightly.

"Well, in my normal state, anyone in the Archmage or Grand Mage realm could easily target me with lightning. But in my authority form? It's quite different."

He paused, the grin still on his face as he gauged her reaction. "The lightning recognizes me now, almost as if it sees me as a part of itself. It's like having a personal shield of respect from the element."

Eleanor's eyes widened in amazement, her admiration for Julian growing. "That's incredible! So, in a way, the lightning is... loyal to you?"

"Exactly," he replied, his tone light and playful.

Julian leaned closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "So, you must be loyal to me too now," he teased, raising an eyebrow as he watched Eleanor's reaction.

Eleanor blushed slightly, caught off guard by his sudden flirtation. "Loyalty is a strong word," she replied with a teasing smile of her own. "But I suppose I can be loyal to the strongest in the family."

Julian's gaze sparkled with mischief. "Well, then, I guess that makes me your number one, doesn't it?"

Eleanor chuckled, enjoying the playful exchange. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Julian. You still have to prove yourself worthy of such loyalty."

Julian leaned back slightly, his playful grin widening. "You can enjoy many benefits of such loyalty," he teased, his tone light and mischievous.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. "What benefits are we talking about?"

With a teasing glint in his eyes, Julian replied, "Being my woman, of course."

Eleanor's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she realized the implications of his words. "Oh," she stammered, caught off guard. "You certainly know how to make a proposal."

Julian chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "Yes, I cannot ignore such beauty, can I?"

Eleanor felt her cheeks heat up further. "But I am your sister!" she protested, trying to maintain her composure. Stay tuned to m-v l|e'm,p y r

Julian grinned, leaning in slightly. "That just makes you even more beautiful," he teased, enjoying the way her embarrassment added to the atmosphere.

Eleanor could only shake her head, a mix of flustered amusement and disbelief crossing her face.

Eleanor rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. "You really are a pervert," she remarked, crossing her arms in an attempt to cover herself.

Julian glanced at her cleavage, unable to resist the temptation. "Well, if you present yourself like this to me," he replied playfully, "how can I control myself?"

Eleanor's face flushed again, caught between annoyance and amusement.

"You could at least try to be a little more respectful!" she shot back, though her tone lacked any real seriousness.