I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

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

Isabel laughed, moving to her daughter’s side. “Did he push you too hard?”

“Not hard enough, apparently,” Seraphine said, though she was grinning. “He said he went easy on us.”

Lisa moved to Cassandra and Seraphine as well. “You’ll get stronger,” she assured her. “Your father has always had impossibly high standards. But he wouldn’t push you if he didn’t believe you could rise to meet them.”

“We tried everything,” Lyanna said, accepting water from Isabel. “Combat techniques, tactical formations, even…” She paused, glancing at Julian with a mischievous glint, “other methods.”

Isabel’s eyebrow rose. “Other methods?”

“We may have attempted to use seduction as a distraction technique,” Seraphine admitted, not looking remotely ashamed. “It almost worked.”

“Almost?” Julian interjected with a laugh. “It was quite effective, actually. Your daughters are dangerously skilled in more than just cultivation.”

Lisa’s lips twitched with amusement as she looked between her daughter and Julian. “I see. And where, pray tell, did they learn such techniques?”

“From watching you, apparently,” Julian said, his tone warm with teasing affection. “They made that quite clear.”

“Did they now?” Lisa’s expression was perfectly neutral, but her eyes sparkled with humor.

“Mother!” Cassandra’s composure cracked as a blush spread across her cheeks. “Don’t encourage him!”

Isabel was outright grinning now. “Oh, I think this is wonderful. My daughter, using her feminine charm in combat. I’m so proud.”

“Mother!” Now it was Lyanna’s turn to blush, which only made Isabel laugh harder.

Seraphine was the only one who seemed unrepentant. “Well, you all did teach us that a warrior should use every weapon in their arsenal. We were simply being… creative.”

Julian watched the interaction with warmth, seeing the playful banter between mothers and daughters.

Then he turned his attention fully to Lisa and Isabel, his expression shifting to mischief.

“You know,” he said, his voice dropping to a tone that made both women’s attention snap to him immediately, “I’ve noticed something.”

“Oh?” Lisa’s composure remained perfect, but there was a slight tension in her shoulders.

“Lisa, Isabel,” Julian continued, moving closer to them, “you haven’t properly welcomed me back yet.”

“Father!” Seraphine’s blush deepened. “We’re right here!”

“I’m aware,” Julian replied without taking his eyes off Lisa and Isabel. “But facts are facts. Mother welcomed me. Eleanor welcomed me. But you two…” he smiled, “have been very patient.”

Lisa’s mask finally cracked, a faint flush coloring her pale skin. “We were giving you time to reunite with the others.”

“And to meet your daughters,” Isabel added, though her voice had roughened slightly.

“Both very considerate,” Julian acknowledged. “But now I’ve met our daughters. I’ve trained with them. And I’m very much looking forward to… reconnecting… with their mothers.”

Lyanna made a strangled sound. “Oh gods, this is happening right in front of us.”

“We should probably leave,” Cassandra suggested, though she seemed frozen in place.

“Yes, we should definitely leave,” Seraphine agreed, but she too wasn’t moving, fascinated despite her embarrassment.

Lisa and Isabel exchanged a glance. Then, as one, they turned back to Julian.

“You’re right,” Lisa said, her voice taking on a quality that made all three daughters’ eyes widen. “We haven’t properly welcomed you home.”

Isabel’s smile turned predatory. “And we’ve waited more than enough.”

She moved first, closing the distance to Julian and taking his hand. Lisa followed, taking his other hand, and together they began leading him toward the castles.

“Wait, where are you going?” Lyanna asked, though the answer was obvious.

“To properly welcome your father home,” Isabel said over her shoulder, her tone leaving absolutely no doubt about what that entailed.

“We’ll see you all at dinner,” Lisa added, as if she hadn’t just announced her intention to spend the afternoon in bed with Julian.

The three daughters stood frozen, watching their mothers lead their father away.

“Did that just…” Lyanna couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Yes,” Seraphine confirmed, her face still flushed. “Yes, it did.”

“Our mothers just…” Cassandra trailed off.

“Yes,” both her sisters said in unison.

There was a long moment of silence.

Then Lyanna started laughing. “This family is absolutely insane.”

“We established that at breakfast,” Seraphine reminded her, though she was smiling despite her embarrassment.

“I suppose we should get used to it,” Cassandra said with as much dignity as she could muster. “This is apparently just how things are here.”

“Welcome to the family,” Seraphine said dryly.

Meanwhile, Lisa and Isabel led Julian to Lisa’s castle. They moved through the entrance and up the sweeping staircase toward the private chambers.

The moment they reached Lisa’s bedroom and the door closed behind them, the careful restraint both women had been maintaining shattered completely.

Isabel moved first. She pulled Julian toward her, her lips crashing onto his in a kiss that was hungry and desperate.

Lisa pressed against his back, her hands sliding around his waist, her lips finding his neck. “We’ve waited so long,” she breathed. “So unbearably long.”

Julian’s arms came around Isabel, pulling her closer as he returned her kiss with equal fervor. When he finally broke the kiss with Isabel, leaving her panting and flushed, he immediately turned to Lisa. He captured her mouth with the same intensity, his tongue delving deep, claiming her thoroughly.

Lisa’s response was immediate and passionate, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back.

“I’m here now,” he murmured between kisses. “And I’m going to make up for every moment I was gone.”

Isabel used the moment to work on removing Julian’s clothing. She quickly pushed the fabric aside, revealing his bare skin beneath. Her lips followed her hands, pressing hot kisses to his chest and his abdomen, working steadily lower.

Julian groaned into Lisa’s mouth as Isabel’s kisses trailed down his stomach. He pulled back from Lisa just enough to look down and watch as Isabel sank to her knees before him, her eyes locked on his as she freed his cock completely from his remaining clothing.