I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Do his hand and fingers,” she suggested. “That’s where a lot of people carry tension without realizing it.”

Lyanna nodded and took Julian’s right hand, massaging his arms and fingers.

“You have very strong hands, Father,” she observed. “I can feel the calluses from weapon training.”

“Years of practice,” Julian agreed. “Though most of those calluses are from my first life.”

Cassandra, having finished with his left arm, hesitantly asked, “Should I… should I work on your hand too?”

“Please,” Julian encouraged.

She took his left hand with both of hers, her touch gentle and careful.

“Your approach is very different from your sister’s,” Julian observed.

“We’re different people,” Cassandra replied softly. “Lyanna is a warrior. She approaches everything with strength and directness. I’m more… more careful.”

“Both are valuable,” Julian assured her.

Meanwhile, Seraphine having worked her way down Julian’s back, suddenly shifted her position. She moved closer to the tub and leaned over the edge to reach his lower back more effectively. As she did, she intentionally pressed her breasts against his back, adding extra pressure.

“There,” she murmured, her voice carrying satisfaction. “This angle gives me much better position for the deep muscle work.”

Her hands continued working on his lower back, but the softness of her body was impossible to ignore.

“Father always loves when I do this,” Seraphine added casually, as if commenting on the weather. “The additional pressure helps release the really stubborn knots. Isn’t that right, Father?”

Julian’s lips curved into a slight smile, recognizing Seraphine’s game immediately. She was testing boundaries again, seeing how far she could push before someone reacted.

“It is effective,” he agreed neutrally. “The additional body weight does help with deeper muscle work.”

Seraphine pressed even more firmly against him, her hands working down his spine.

“Exactly,” she purred. “Sometimes you need full body contact to really help someone relax properly. Don’t you agree, sisters?”

Both Lyanna and Cassandra had frozen completely, their eyes wide as they witnessed Seraphine’s brazen behavior.

Lyanna’s face had turned crimson. “Seraphine, what are you—that’s not—you don’t need to—”

“Don’t need to what?” Seraphine asked innocently, though her body remained pressed intimately. “I’m just using proper massage technique. This is how you apply deep pressure. Unless you think there’s something inappropriate about it?”

She shifted her position and deliberately slid her breasts across his shoulders.

“Because if you think it’s inappropriate, sister, that says more about your thoughts than my actions. I’m simply helping Father. What could possibly be wrong with that?”

Cassandra’s mouth opened and closed several times, no words coming out. Her ice-blue eyes were fixed on where Seraphine’s body stuck against their father, her expression completely scandalized.

Lyanna found her voice first, though it came out strangled.

“You’re… you’re pressing your… your brea-chest against Father! That’s not massage technique, that’s… that’s…”

“Efficient use of body weight?” Seraphine replied casually.

Her hands slid further down Julian’s back, and she had to lean even more forward to reach. Julian could feel every soft curve, could feel her warmth through the thin, damp fabric of her gown.

“Besides,” Seraphine continued, her tone still maddeningly casual, “Father doesn’t mind. Do you, Father?”

Julian was completely amused by this entire situation.

“I have no complaints about your technique,” he said diplomatically. “Though I suspect your sisters might have some opinions.”

“Oh, they always have opinions,” Seraphine replied. “But if they think they can do better, they’re welcome to try. After all, we’re all here to help Father relax, aren’t we?”

She pulled back slightly, and Julian immediately felt the loss of her warmth. Seraphine then moved to his side, changing her position to work on his shoulder. Even as she positioned herself, she made sure to press her breast on his upper arm.

“See?” she said, looking directly at Lyanna and Cassandra. “Full body contact creates better pressure and more muscle relaxation. It’s not complicated. You two should try it.”

Lyanna’s eyes went wide. “We are NOT—that’s completely—Seraphine, stop trying to make us—”

“Make you what?” Seraphine interrupted. “Help Father properly? Use effective techniques? Or are you saying you’re not willing to do what’s necessary because you’re too embarrassed? Because that seems rather selfish.”

Cassandra’s voice was barely a whisper. “This isn’t… this isn’t normal massage technique, Seraphine. This is…”

“This is what?” Seraphine challenged. “Please, finish that sentence. What exactly do you think this is?”

Cassandra’s face flushed even deeper, but she couldn’t object without admitting she found something sexual about the contact—which would prove Seraphine’s point that the inappropriateness was in her own mind.

Seraphine’s smile was triumphant. “That’s what I thought.”

She shifted position again, this time moving fully in front of Julian. She placed her hands on his chest, massaging the pecs.

“The chest muscles connect to the shoulders and back,” Seraphine explained. “So working on them helps with overall tension relief.”

Every movement caused her breasts to sway slightly in front of him, and she made absolutely no effort to adjust her position or her clothing.

Lyanna made a strangled sound of protest. “Seraphine! You can’t just—Father can see right down your—”

“Father can see what?” Seraphine asked, not moving from her position. “My gown? My necklace? Please be specific, sister.”

She glanced down at herself, as if just noticing her position, then looked back up with complete innocence.

“Oh, you mean because I’m leaning forward? Well, yes, that’s necessary to reach properly. Should I wear something different? Though I’m not sure what would work better for this task.”

Julian remained perfectly still, keeping his expression neutral, though internally he was highly entertained by Seraphine’s performance. She was being absolutely outrageous while maintaining complete control.

“If you think there’s a problem with my position,” Seraphine said sweetly, “then perhaps you should show me the proper way to do it. Come here and demonstrate, sisters. Or are you too embarrassed?”

It was a direct challenge, and both Lyanna and Cassandra knew it.

Lyanna’s warrior pride flared. She hated backing down from challenges, hated the implication that she was too timid or weak to do something.

“Fine!” she declared, though her face was still burning. “If you can do it, so can I!”