I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 641: Bathing with three daughters - part 2

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

Lyanna nodded and took Julianʼs 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 sisterʼs,” Julian observed.

”Weʼre different people,” Cassandra replied softly. ”Lyanna is a warrior. She approaches everything with strength and directness. Iʼm more... more careful.”

”Both are valuable,” Julian assured her.

Meanwhile, Seraphine having worked her way down Julianʼs 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. Isnʼt that right, Father?”

Julianʼs lips curved into a slight smile, recognizing Seraphineʼs 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. Donʼt you agree, sisters?”

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

Lyannaʼs face had turned crimson. ”Seraphine, what are you—thatʼs not—you donʼt need to—”

”Donʼt need to what?” Seraphine asked innocently, though her body remained pressed intimately. ”Iʼm just using proper massage technique. This is how you apply deep pressure. Unless you think thereʼs something inappropriate about it?”

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

”Because if you think itʼs inappropriate, sister, that says more about your thoughts than my actions. Iʼm simply helping Father. What could possibly be wrong with that?”

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

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

”Youʼre... youʼre pressing your... your brea-chest against Father! Thatʼs not massage technique, thatʼs... thatʼs...”

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

Her hands slid further down Julianʼs 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 doesnʼt 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, theyʼre welcome to try. After all, weʼre all here to help Father relax, arenʼt 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. Itʼs not complicated. You two should try it.”

Lyannaʼs eyes went wide. ”We are NOT—thatʼs completely—Seraphine, stop trying to make us—”

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

Cassandraʼs voice was barely a whisper. ”This isnʼt... this isnʼt normal massage technique, Seraphine. This is...”

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

Cassandraʼs face flushed even deeper, but she couldnʼt object without admitting she found something sexual about the contact—which would prove Seraphineʼs point that the inappropriateness was in her own mind.

Seraphineʼs smile was triumphant. ”Thatʼs 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 canʼt 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 Iʼm leaning forward? Well, yes, thatʼs necessary to reach properly. Should I wear something different? Though Iʼm not sure what would work better for this task.”

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

”If you think thereʼs 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.

Lyannaʼs 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!”