I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“And we’re just following the example set by our mothers,” Cassandra added, moving to his other side. Her fingers trailed along his arm, feather-light. “They’ve been quite… educational… about the various ways to capture a man’s attention.”

Julian found himself flanked on three sides by his daughters, each one pressing their advantage with feminine weapons that had nothing to do with cultivation or combat techniques.

He laughed, acknowledging that yes, they had absolutely succeeded in distracting him.

“Fair enough,” he conceded. “You’ve made your point. Though if you think a little feminine charm is going to make me go easy on you—”

He moved.

One moment he was surrounded, the next he was behind Seraphine, tapping her shoulder gently. “You’re eliminated.”

Before she could react, he was beside Cassandra, doing the same. “Eliminated.”

Then he was in front of Lyanna, his hand on her wrist, preventing her from reaching for her sword. “Eliminated.”

All three women stood frozen, shocked by the speed of his movements.

“Lesson learned?” Julian asked, stepping back with a satisfied smile. “Never assume you have the advantage. Never get cocky. And definitely never try to seduce someone in the middle of combat unless you’re absolutely certain it will work.”

Seraphine was staring at him with new respect—and perhaps a bit of heat that wasn’t entirely related to combat. “That was… impressive, Father. Though you have to admit, we did succeed in distracting you.”

“You did,” Julian acknowledged with a grin. “Which is exactly why it’s a dangerous technique. It works right up until the moment it doesn’t, and then you’re vulnerable.”

“Noted,” Lyanna said, though she was smiling. “Though I still think it was effective.”

“Oh, it was very effective,” Julian assured her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “If I were a lesser man, I’d have been completely undone. As it is, you all gave me quite the… challenge.”

“Good to know we inherited something useful from our mothers besides cultivation talent,” Cassandra said dryly, refastening her gown.

“Now,” Julian said, his tone becoming more serious but still warm, “shall we continue with actual combat training? I promise to try very hard not to be distracted by any more seduction attempts.”

“No promises on our end,” Seraphine said with a wink, but she was already gathering her energy for another attack.

What followed was an extended training session that pushed all three women to their limits. Julian didn’t just defend—he taught, corrected, demonstrated, and occasionally counter-attacked to keep them on their toes.

As they fought, Julian’s senses were analyzing their cultivation levels.

Seraphine was at Mid-level Demi-God—impressive for someone her age. While, Lyanna and Cassandra were both at Early Demi-God level.

Julian felt a surge of pride. His daughters, born in this world, raised without him, had reached the realm that transcended mortality. They had accomplished in a few centuries what took most cultivators millennia—if they achieved it at all.

“You’re all incredible,” he said during a brief pause, genuine warmth in his voice. “Truly exceptional. Your mothers have done an outstanding job raising you.”

“We had good motivation,” Cassandra replied, slightly breathless from exertion. “We wanted to be strong enough to help protect this world.”

“You’ve more than succeeded,” Julian assured her.

“Though I notice,” Seraphine said, her mind clearly working, “that you haven’t actually attacked us seriously yet. You’ve been purely defensive this entire time.”

Julian’s smile turned mysterious. “Would you like me to attack seriously?”

All three women exchanged glances, and as one, they nodded.

“Alright then,” Julian said, and his entire demeanor shifted. The playful, teaching father disappeared, replaced by something far more dangerous. “Defend yourselves.”

He moved.

What followed was a masterclass in combat. Julian didn’t hurt them—he would never truly harm his daughters—but he pushed them to their absolute limits. His attacks came from impossible angles, his speed was beyond anything they could track, and his power was so overwhelming that their combined defenses barely held.

Within minutes, all three were breathing hard, their energy depleted, their bodies at their limits.

Julian stopped, his breathing still even, not a hair out of place.

“And that,” he said gently, “is the difference between Demi-God and God realm.” Though flawed Early-God.

Seraphine dropped to her knees, exhausted but excited. “You’re… you’re incredible, Father.”

“You’re all incredible too,” Julian replied, moving to help each of them up. “You’ll reach my level and beyond, given time. You have the talent, the determination, and now you have me to guide you.”

Lyanna accepted his hand, pulling herself up with a tired grin. “Best training session ever. Even if you did completely destroy us.”

“I went easy on you,” Julian admitted with a wink, making all three of them groan.

“That was going easy?” Cassandra asked.

“Very easy,” Julian confirmed. “But you all performed admirably. I’m genuinely proud of each of you.”

The words seemed to mean more to them than any amount of praise for their power. All three of his daughters smiled—tired, sweaty, but radiantly happy.

“Now,” Julian said, pulling them all into a group embrace despite their protests about being sweaty and disheveled, “let’s go back. Your mothers are probably wondering if I broke you.”

“Pretty sure it’s the other way around,” Seraphine muttered into his chest, making him laugh.

“We’ll train regularly from now on,” Julian promised as he prepared to teleport them back. “I’ll help you refine your techniques, strengthen your foundations, and push you to new heights. After all, I have centuries of fatherhood to make up for.”

“Deal,” all three said simultaneously, then looked at each other and laughed at the synchronization.

They teleported back, materializing not in the grand dining hall but in a more private courtyard where Lisa and Isabel had been waiting. The two women looked up from their conversation, their expressions immediately shifting to curiosity as they took in the sight of their daughters—sweaty, disheveled, and clearly exhausted.

“Well,” Lisa whispered, unable to quite hide her smile, “you all look thoroughly defeated.”

“Father is a monster,” Lyanna declared, collapsing dramatically onto a nearby bench. “A complete and utter monster.”