I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

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

“We’ll wait for you in the other room,” Seraphine said, ushering her sisters toward the door. “Try not to drown while finishing your bath, Father.”

“I’ll do my best,” Julian replied dryly.

As they fled out, Julian heard Lyanna’s voice from the hallway:

“I still can’t believe you talked us into that.”

“You’re welcome,” Seraphine replied smugly. “See how much closer we all feel now? That’s the power of shared embarrassing experiences.”

“That’s the power of your manipulation,” Cassandra corrected, but there was no blame in her voice.

Their voices faded as they returned to their room, leaving Julian alone in the cooling bathwater.

He smiled to himself and began finishing his bath properly.

Whatever challenges lay ahead, at least he had his daughters.

**

Julian finished dressing in fresh clothes and took a moment to ensure everything was properly arranged. The bath had indeed left him feeling refreshed and relaxed, his muscles loose, his mind clearer than it had been in days.

He opened the connecting door to his daughters’ room, expecting to find them waiting, but the room was empty. Both beds were made but there were no sign of Seraphine, Lyanna, or Cassandra.

They’re probably out exploring, Julian thought. Or perhaps they went down for breakfast already.

He made his way out of the room and headed toward the stairs. The third-floor hallway was quiet at this hour—most guests were either still sleeping or already downstairs for the morning meal.

As Julian walked, he heard something.

A noise.

It was faint at first, barely audible, but as he continued walking, the sound slowly began rising in volume.

Julian’s interest piqued immediately. It wasn’t the sound of pain or trouble—these were definitely moans of pleasure, followed by occasional gasps and what might have been words but were too muffled to make out clearly.

The sounds were coming from somewhere ahead, deeper into the hallway.

Julian followed the corridor, his footsteps silent. The moaning grew slightly more pronounced as he walked, leading him away from the guest rooms and towards what appeared to be a service area of the third floor.

He walked past storage closets, past what looked like maintenance room, following the sounds until he reached what appeared to be a dead end.

Yet the moaning was definitely coming from beyond that wall.

Interesting, Julian thought, placing his hand against the wall.

To any normal observer, this would simply be the end of the hallway. But Julian’s senses told him otherwise—there was space beyond this wall, and people occupying it.

He closed his eyes and slowly extended his mana outward in a gentle probe. Immediately, he felt it—a locking mechanism built into the wall itself.

Clever, Julian acknowledged. Most people wouldn’t even know this was here, let alone be able to detect the mechanism.

He channeled his mana carefully, not trying to break the seal—which would be crude and likely trigger alarms—but rather to understand its structure. The mechanism used some kind of magic seal and was built in a way that only the one that knew the pattern would be able to unlock it.

But for someone at God Realm, this was trivial.

And just as expected, Julian found the pattern. He adjusted his mana output to match it and immediately there was a soft click.

The seal released.

The wall before him shimmered slightly, before dissolving completely. Behind it, the moaning had continued uninterrupted, the occupants apparently unaware that their privacy had just been compromised.

Julian hesitated for just a moment, considering whether he should proceed. But curiosity won out. He wanted to know what warranted such complex security mechanism in an otherwise ordinary inn.

Julian gently pushed the wall-door, and it swung inward silently, revealing a narrow passageway beyond. Soft light glowed from somewhere ahead, and the sounds of pleasure were now crystal clear.

He stepped through the doorway, which closed automatically behind him with another soft click.

The passageway was short—perhaps twenty feet—ending in another door.

The moaning was coming from beyond that door, along with other sounds that were now audible—the splash of water, the creak of wood, breathless gasps and words finally distinct enough to make out.

“Oh gods… right there… don’t stop…”

“More… please… harder…”

“Yes… yes… just like that…”

Julian approached the door silently, his curiosity thoroughly engaged now. He pushed it open slightly wider, just enough to see inside without making his presence obvious.

What lay beyond was not what he’d expected.

**

The hidden room was actually quite large—perhaps thirty feet long, with a high ceiling and walls lined with expensive-looking tile. In the center was a massive bathing pool, easily large enough for a dozen people, filled with steaming water that created a hazy atmosphere throughout the space.

But what truly caught Julian’s attention was who occupied that pool.

The boy and girl from before. Thomas and Sarah. The very same siblings who had brought hot water and claimed to be brother and sister working together at the inn.

Except right now, they were engaged in activities that were not so brotherly or sisterly.

“Oh gods… Thomas… right there… don’t stop…” she moaned, her voice breathless and desperate.

Thomas had his hands gripped firmly on her hips, guiding her movements. His face was twisted with pleasure, his breathing ragged as he thrust into her from below.

“Sarah… you feel so good… so tight…” he gasped between thrusts.

They were completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to anything outside their shared pleasure. The water around them splashed with each movement.

Julian’s eyebrows rose. So much for being siblings, he thought dryly.

His eyes wandered further through the room, taking in more details now that the initial shock had passed.

The space was clearly designed for luxury and privacy. This wasn’t just a hidden bath. This was a private pleasure chamber, built with decent cost and care.

Then his gaze fell on one of the chairs positioned along the wall—an ornate piece of furniture that looked out of place in a bathing room but clearly served a purpose here.

Someone was sitting in that chair, watching the scene in the pool.