I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 604

Capítulo 604: Bathing with Seraphine – r18

The fabric parted slightly at her midsection, showing a thin strip of bare skin.

“It must be nice,” Seraphine continued, pulling at the tie more, the knot coming undone bit by bit, “to be so powerful. So completely without fear or vulnerability. To know that nothing in your own realm can harm you.”

The tie came completely undone, the ends falling away. It hung even more loosely, one good movement away from dropping to the floor entirely.

Seraphine finally let the tie fall from her hands, her arms now hanging loosely at her sides. She took a small step closer to the bath’s edge, and the movement caused the gown to shift dangerously. It slipped lower on her hips, revealing more of her stomach, more of her waist.

“I wonder,” she mused, her eyes locked on Julian’s, “what it’s like to have that kind of power. That kind of freedom. To be able to do whatever you want, take whatever you desire, without consequence or limitation.”

She reached up with one hand, almost lazily, and grasped the fabric at her chest where it clung to her breast. Her fingers curled into the crimson silk, and she paused, letting the anticipation build. Julian could see her chest rising and falling with slightly quickened breathing, could see the flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck toward her chest.

Then, with agonizing slowness, she pulled the fabric aside.

The left side of the gown fell away, revealing her breast completely. It was big and perfect, the skin pale and flawless, unmarked by time or blemish. Her nipple was dusky pink, already peaked and hard, the areola slightly darker than the surrounding skin. The breast swayed slightly with her breathing, the natural movement making everything even more sensual and enticing.

Seraphine held that position for a long moment, letting Julian see, letting him appreciate. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing the exposed breast to bounce slightly.

“This gown really is too restrictive,” she said, her voice slightly breathier now, affected by her own boldness or perhaps by the way Julian’s eyes tracked over her exposed skin. “It’s much more comfortable with some freedom.”

Then she reached for the other side, grasping the fabric covering her right breast. This time she pulled even more slowly than before, drawing out every second. The fabric began to slide aside, revealing more skin incrementally—first just the upper curve, then more, then the areola coming into view, and finally the nipple itself as the gown fell completely away.

Now both breasts were bare, exposed to the warm, humid air of the bathing chamber. They moved with her breathing, rising and falling in hypnotic rhythm. The steam from the bath caused a light bead of sweat to form on her skin, making her breasts glisten slightly in the soft light.

Seraphine made no move to close the gown or cover herself. Instead, she stood confidently, her blue eyes—so like Julian’s own—watched his face, reading his reactions, feeding off the attention and clear appreciation.

“Should I remove this as well, Father?” she asked, her fingers now touching the fabric at her hips where the gown still clung. Her voice was definitely breathier now, carrying unmistakable arousal.

Julian’s expression remained composed, though his eyes showed clear interest. They traveled over her exposed breasts, lingered on her nipples, traced the curve of her waist where it disappeared into the gown. Now they met her eyes again.

“If you’re planning to bathe,” Julian said, “it would be impractical to keep it on. Wet fabric clinging to your skin would be uncomfortable. Best to remove everything.”

“Such practical thinking,” Seraphine teased, her voice low and intimate. “Always so logical, Father. I suppose you’re right. It would be very impractical to bathe clothed.”

Her fingers pushed at the fabric clinging to her hips, and it gave way easily as it was no longer held by the tie or supported by her shoulders. The gown slipped lower, revealing the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her lower belly.

She turned slightly, presenting her side to Julian, and pushed the fabric down further. The curve of her hip came into full view, elegant and perfectly shaped. Then the beginning of her ass became visible.

She was taking her time, drawing out every reveal, clearly enjoying the power of having her father’s complete and undivided attention.

The gown slipped lower still, revealing more of her ass—perfectly rounded, the kind of shape that drew the eye.

She bent forward slightly, trying to push the gown lower but obviously also to present her ass more prominently to Julian’s view. The position caused her cheeks to spread slightly, revealing the darker shadows between them.

She pushed the gown down to her knees, then let gravity do the rest. The crimson fabric pooled around her ankles.

Seraphine straightened slowly, giving Julian plenty of time to appreciate the view of he ass as she rose. When she was fully upright again, she stood completely naked now, her back still partially to Julian. She looked back over her shoulder, catching his eyes, her smile confident and knowing.

“So here I am,” she said simply, presenting herself.

Julian’s eyes traveled over her appreciatively, taking in every detail without shame or pretense. There was clear desire in his gaze, but also something else—pride, perhaps, at her boldness.

Seraphine stepped to the edge of the bath, her toes curling slightly. She descended the first step slowly, testing the temperature. The water touched her foot, then her ankle, rising to her calf as she moved down another step.

“Mmhh…” A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips at the heat. “Perfect temperature,” she murmured.

She continued descending, step by step, the water rising up her body incrementally. It reached her knees, then her thighs. When it touched between her legs, she made a small moan, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

The water continued rising—over her hips, covering the intimate places that had been exposed moments ago, rising to her waist. She sank deeper, the water reaching her ribs, then her chest. Her breasts became partially submerged, the nipples still visible above the surface for a moment before she sank lower and they too disappeared beneath the steaming water.