"Of course it’s her milk, but why did you waste so much of it? Was there something wrong with it?" Amber inquired, though she was clearly struggling to suppress the heartache she felt over the spilled, expensive ration.

Kael was beyond shocked; it was a gross understatement. He couldn’t decide whether to feel ecstatic that he had received a firsthand taste of Lyla’s "juicy jugs" or disgusted by the revelation of its source.

Looking at his mother’s face, he realized they must have bartered a significant amount of fruit just to afford this supposed delicacy.

Confused, Kael asked, "Pardon me, Mother, but I remember visiting the milk farms with... others, and I only ever saw animals being milked. When did breast milk start being circulated throughout the town?"

Amber sighed, wiping the spill. "It has been circulated throughout the town since long before you were born, Kael. It was simply that with our usual income, we couldn’t afford it."

"We had to trade fifteen *tura* fruits for five days’ worth of supplies. Because of your injury and your upcoming awakening ceremony, we decided to get you the best nourishment possible."

Listening to her explanation, the situation clicked into place. *So, Lyla’s breasts are essentially high-value commodities,* Kael thought with a smirk.

"But how can Miss Lyla produce enough milk for the whole town?"

"She certainly can’t do it alone," Amber explained. "The grandmother at the milk farm employs several ladies for the job. High-quality requirements for the town are met by the ladies, while lower-quality needs are satisfied by *Ratgas* raised on the farms."

Kael nodded, catching on. "And since there is only one milk farm in the whole town, this ’Granny’ must be incredibly wealthy?"

"Yes, you’re right. She is the wealthiest person in town. Some even rank her importance higher than the Chief himself,"

Amber said. "But considering her magic can enhance milk production many times over, the position is well deserved."

Kael thought. *It doesn’t matter how powerful the Chief is if he can’t feed his people.*

"That is quite enough talk for today," Amber said, standing up. "It’s time for your bath. Go to the bathroom; I will be there in a moment."

"Okay, Mother. And I am sorry about the spilled milk. I’ll be extra careful next time," Kael said, now fully aware of its value.

"I understand," she replied, turning to clean the floor.

Kael lingered for a moment, letting his gaze drift over the tight curve of Amber’s backside, feeling a familiar stir of excitement.

He was determined to test how far he could push his luck with her. He stripped off his clothes right there in the kitchen, making no attempt to hide his arousal; his manhood was already standing at attention, pointing unmistakably toward her.

Amber saw him, but she simply dismissed it as the hormonal imbalance of youth. *He seems to be in a constant state of excitement,* she thought with a frown.

*If this continues, he won’t be able to focus on his magical development. I may have to do something about it.*

Kael headed into the bathroom and began filling the bucket with water from the well. A few minutes later, he heard the door creak open as Amber entered.

This time, Kael didn’t even try to hide his erection. Amber took her seat, and Kael sat down in front of her.

Just like the previous day, she began to wash his back before asking him to turn around.

As Kael stood up, he pivoted with deliberate clumsiness, letting his stiffened member slap directly across Amber’s face.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mother! I didn’t realize," Kael said, feigning an expression of shock.

"No harm done, Kael. There is no need to apologize," Amber murmured, her voice steady and calm.

She took hold of his hardening length, her fingers tracing the veins with a focused, clinical intensity.

Kael felt a deep, scorching heat flare in his chest; he flushed a dark red, his heart hammering against his ribs.

*She has to realize what she is holding,* he thought, his breath catching. *She has to know the effect she’s having on me.*

"Kael, this is truly a magnificent sight," Amber giggled, her eyes twinkling as she observed his arousal. "It is so long and so thick."

Watching her luscious, full lips move so close to the head of his manhood, Kael felt his grip on reality begin to slip.

A dark, intrusive voice echoed in the back of his mind—a sinister alter-ego urging him to shove her down, to force himself into her throat and dominate her completely. The urge was violent, electric, and terrifyingly real.

He grit his teeth, forcing the dark impulses down, and offered her a strained, tight-lipped smile. "Yes, Mother. I suppose it was destined to be this way, especially since you take such care in cleaning it for me every day."

Amber let out a light, melodic laugh. "Who knows? Perhaps some pretty lady in town will find you handsome enough to trade her harvest of fruits just for a night in your bed."

Kael paused, his brow furrowing. The casual way she spoke about trading sex for fruit—as if it were a common market transaction—left him stunned. Was the morality of this world really so transactional? He shook the thought away, focusing instead on the immediate task at hand.

Amber began to wash him with meticulous, slow movements. Knowing what was coming, Kael leaned forward and braced himself against the wall, intentionally arching his back and exposing his hairless, sensitive rear to her.

As her finger slid into his tight opening, a jolt of agonizing, electric pleasure surged through his spine. It was sheer torture, and he had to clench his fists, forcing himself to imagine the most repulsive, disgusting things imaginable just to prevent an early release.

He held his ground, his body trembling, refusing to surrender to the sensation until he was ready.

Once she had finished, Kael saw his opportunity.

He turned to her, putting on his most innocent, pleading expression. "Mom? Please, today, let me wash you. I want to show you my appreciation for all the hard work you do for us."

Amber’s expression softened, a look of genuine pride and tenderness washing over her face. She reached out, patting his cheek. "Of course, Kael. I will let you wash Mommy up."

She sat down on the tiled floor, completely at ease, entirely unaware of the hunger burning in his eyes. She truly believed her son was simply growing up and learning to take on small responsibilities.

Kael, however, felt a surge of triumph. His confidence soared; her compliance was the final piece of his plan.

As she lowered her guard, Kael reached out, his hands finally free to explore the body he had been fixated on since the moment he arrived in this strange, intoxicating world.

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