I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

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

She moved around to Julian’s other side, positioning herself similarly to how Seraphine was. But unlike Seraphine’s confident movements, Lyanna was stiff and awkward, clearly hyper-aware of where her body was touching his.

“Like this?” she asked, her voice slightly higher than normal.

“More contact,” Seraphine instructed. “You need to actually press not just hover near him. Use your body weight.”

Lyanna took a deep breath and pressed herself more strongly against Julian’s right arm and shoulder. Her breasts, confined in her own fitted top, rubbed against his bicep and shoulder, their softness and warmth immediately apparent through the thin fabric.

“There,” Seraphine said approvingly. “Now work on his shoulder muscles from that position. Feel how much more control you have?”

Lyanna’s hands trembled slightly as she began working on Julian’s shoulder. Every breath she took felt hot and intimate, and she was acutely aware of the contact.

“This is… this is ridiculous,” she muttered, but she didn’t pull away, her pride refusing to let her admit defeat.

Cassandra watched this with wide eyes, slowly realizing that if both her sisters were doing this, she would look cowardly if she refused.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she immediately said to Seraphine.

“I haven’t said anything,” Seraphine replied innocently. “Though I notice Father’s left side is currently unattended.”

Cassandra bit her lip, her internal struggle visible on her face. Finally, with visible reluctance, she moved to Julian’s left side.

Unlike Lyanna’s stiff approach, Cassandra was incredibly tentative. She positioned herself near Julian but didn’t immediately make full contact, her body hovering inches away from his.

“Closer,” Seraphine instructed. “Remember, body weight creates pressure. You’re not helping if you’re not actually touching him properly.”

Cassandra closed her eyes, took a deep breath as if gathering courage, and pressed herself against Julian’s left side.

The contact was immediate and unmistakable. Her soft breasts rubbed against his upper arm and side, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her clothing. She was smaller than Seraphine and Lyanna, more delicate, but the intimate contact was no less intoxicating.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered, though her hands began working on Julian’s shoulder and neck as instructed.

Julian now found himself in the extraordinary position of having all three of his daughters pressed closed to him simultaneously—Seraphine in front working on his chest, Lyanna on his right side working on his shoulder, and Cassandra on his left doing the same.

The physical sensation was overwhelming.

“There,” Seraphine said with satisfaction. “Now we’re being useful. See how much more effective this is? Father’s getting perfect treatment from all angles.”

Lyanna was still stiff and uncomfortable, but her warrior’s determination kept her in place. Her hands diligently worked Julian’s right shoulder, even as she tried very hard not to think about how close they were.

“This is helping, right Father?” she asked, needing some kind of validation that this embarrassment was worthwhile.

“Very much,” Julian assured her. “All three of you are doing excellent work.”

“I still think Seraphine manipulated us into this,” Cassandra said quietly.

“I absolutely did,” Seraphine agreed cheerfully. “But you’re here anyway, so does it matter? And admit it—don’t you feel closer to Father now? More connected?”

There was a pause as both Lyanna and Cassandra considered that question.

“I… I suppose,” Cassandra admitted reluctantly. “This is… intimate. In a way that’s different from normal interaction.”

“Exactly,” Seraphine said. “Intimacy isn’t inherently sexual. It’s about closeness, trust, vulnerability. Right now, we’re all being vulnerable—Father by allowing us to care for him, and us by pushing past our embarrassment to actually help.”

She leaned even further forward to reach a spot on Julian’s lower chest, and her breasts nearly brushed against his face before she pulled back slightly.

“Whoops,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “Got a little too enthusiastic there.”

Lyanna shot her a look. “You did that on purpose.”

“Did I?” Seraphine’s expression was pure innocence. “I was just trying to be thorough. Perhaps you’re reading intentions into innocent actions, sister.”

“There is nothing innocent about your actions,” Lyanna muttered, but there was less heat in it now. She was getting used to the situation.

The three daughters worked in silence for several minutes, their hands moving all over Julian’s body. Despite the intimate nature of the contact, there was something genuinely caring about it.

Julian allowed himself to simply experience it—the warmth of his daughters, their skilled (and not-so-skilled) hands working his muscles, the steam from the bath creating an intimate, closed-off atmosphere.

“Father,” Seraphine said eventually, her voice softer now, less teasing. “Do you really feel better? Or are we just making fools of ourselves?”

“I genuinely feel much better,” Julian assured her. “The physical relief is real. But more than that… this matters. Having you three here, caring enough to push past your comfort zones to help me. That means more than the massage itself.”

All three daughters paused in their work, absorbing his words.

“We love you, Father,” Cassandra said quietly, her voice sincere. “Even when Seraphine manipulates us into ridiculous situations, we do it because we care.”

“I love you too,” Lyanna added, her voice gruff with emotion. “All of us do. We’d do anything for you.”

“Even rub our chests against you while giving massages, apparently,” Seraphine added with a grin, breaking the sentimental moment. “Who knew that would be on the list of filial duties?”

Julian laughed, and his daughters joined in—even Cassandra giggled despite her embarrassment.

“All right,” Julian said finally. “I think I’m sufficiently relaxed now. The water’s getting cold anyway, and we should probably have breakfast before it’s all gone.”

The three pulled back, and Julian immediately felt the loss of their warmth and contact. They all looked slightly disheveled—their clothes damp from steam, their hair slightly messy, their faces still flushed.

But they also looked satisfied, as if they’d accomplished something meaningful.