"Haha," Suna laughed, the sound warm and indulgent as she turned her head to look at him once more.

"You certainly have become very interesting since your injury, Kael."

Kael felt his muscles unclench, a wave of relief washing over him.

The truth was, he had no backup plan if she had rejected his clumsy excuse; a scolding would have been the best-case scenario, and the worst would have been the immediate erection of emotional barriers between them, effectively killing his newfound leverage.

Instead, watching the expression on her face—delighted, amused, and utterly unbothered—he knew his gamble had paid off.

He stood there, buried deep within her, experiencing a strange sense of gratitude. He wasn’t entirely sure where to direct his thanks, though.

Was it simple, blind luck that had brought him to this moment? Was it the remnants of Kael’s youthful, handsome features that made her so willing to drop her guard?

Or perhaps, he mused, he should simply be thankful for the pervasive, almost dangerous naivety of this world, which seemed to view his deepest depravities as nothing more than a curious, growing-up phase.

"Anyway, I’ll figure that out later," Kael decided, pushing the philosophical questions to the back of his mind.

Today, his only focus was the woman arched before him. He leaned in, his voice dripping with practiced, wide-eyed innocence.

"Aunt, I’m going to push a little further. Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?"

Suna didn’t even look back, her focus entirely on the anticipation building in her own body. "It’s alright, Kael. You can push inside as much as you want; I don’t mind at all."

Kael had been waiting for that permission. He gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft, yielding flesh, and began to apply steady, driving force.

To his immense satisfaction, his length slid into her warmth without a single obstruction. Having seen the anatomy of other men in the village, Kael knew he possessed a significant advantage—his was undeniably larger than average.

It was nothing short of incredible that his aunt could accommodate half of his size without even a flicker of pain crossing her face, her expression remaining one of placid, expectant indulgence.

He felt the rhythmic, wet resistance of her internal walls, and the raw, unadulterated power of the moment surged through him.

"Is it all the way in, Kael?" Suna asked, unable to gauge the depth of his penetration from her current angle.

"Yes, Aunt, it is. You can go back to your work; don’t mind me," Kael replied, his voice strained with effort. He knew that with a slight shift in his posture, he could force the remaining two inches inside, but he exercised extreme restraint.

He was playing the long game; he envisioned a lasting, regular arrangement with his aunt, and he refused to jeopardize that potential for a fleeting moment of impulsive indulgence.

He began to move his hips, rhythmically pumping into her. Each thrust was measured, sliding in exactly four inches and then pulling back, leaving the rest of his length outside as he maintained a steady, hypnotic cadence.

It was a calculated, slow-burn initiation of their new dynamic.

Suna was in an exceptionally high mood. The morning had been lucrative, yielding a handsome payment for her gardening services, and the news of her nephew’s recovery had lifted a weight from her shoulders.

She found herself favoring this new, bolder version of Kael; the shy boy of the past was gone, replaced by a young man who was never short of intoxicating praise for her.

As the friction began to build, she reflected on his behavior. It was undeniable that he had developed an unusual fascination with her backside—first the fingers, and now this.

*He has certainly developed some interesting hobbies,* she mused to herself, her thoughts swirling as she continued her work.

She felt a surge of maternal generosity; she wanted to reward this new side of him, to nurture this blossoming confidence, all while enjoying the novel, illicit pleasure he was providing.

Suna finished the final rotation of the metal rod, the milk now perfectly churned, but before she could suggest they pause, a sudden, electric jolt tore through her.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had arced directly through her nervous system, causing her muscles to seize and her sphincter to contract violently around him.

The physical intensity of the sensation took her completely by surprise.

She had engaged in plenty of encounters in her youth, yet she had never associated the sensations in her backside with anything beyond simple physical pressure.

*What was that?* she wondered, her mind reeling. *Why would I feel such a distinct wave of pleasure from my bum hole?*

She twisted her neck, peering back at Kael. His brow was furrowed, his jaw set, and a thin sheen of perspiration coated his forehead as he focused intently on the rhythm of his humping.

He was laboring, his movements deliberate and consistent as he drove into her, clearly exerting a significant amount of effort to maintain the pace.

*It must be quite a feat for a boy his age to maintain such a steady rhythm,* she thought, her internal assessment shifting toward admiration. *How hardworking he is.*

The sight of him so focused and committed to their shared activity only added to her arousal.

She didn’t realize that his "hard work" was, in fact, a calculated effort to keep her hooked, nor did she realize that the pleasure she was feeling was the result of him hitting a specific, hidden nerve center—a piece of knowledge he had brought from his previous life that these villagers had yet to discover.

Instead, she simply felt a growing, indulgent fondness for her nephew, fully prepared to see where this "hardworking" new habit of his would lead.

Kael looked up to find Suna beaming at him, her expression soft and indulgent.

That wide, inviting smile was the final trigger; his control snapped. With a low groan, he drove his hips forward, burying his length as deep as he could and pulsing rhythmically as he released his seed, flooding her with a warm, heavy satisfaction.

As the frantic energy of the moment faded, the weight of his actions hit him. He quickly pulled back, his face dropping into a mask of carefully constructed misery.

"I’m so sorry, Aunt," he stammered, his voice trembling with a practiced, performative shame.

"I lost control for a moment... I’m so ashamed that I deposited my seed in you." He ducked his head, feigning a vulnerability so potent it looked as though he might break into tears at any second.

Suna’s reaction was exactly what he had hoped for. Far from being angry, her heart seemed to melt at the sight of his distress. She turned fully to face him, pulling him into a tight, smothering hug that pressed his face against her bare chest.

"No, my child, you need not worry about that," she whispered, stroking his hair with soothing, maternal strokes.

"It is a perfectly natural reaction of a male’s body. That hole doesn’t yield children, so it doesn’t matter in the slightest if you release inside. Everything is perfectly okay."

Kael buried his face in her warmth, a triumphant smirk ghosting across his lips, hidden safely against her skin.

"If you say so, Aunt," he mumbled into her chest, keeping his tone appropriately contrite.

"And listen to me," she continued, her voice dropping to an intimate, conspiratorial purr.

"If you ever want to do it again, you only need to ask. Your aunt will always allow it."

Kael let out a soft, submissive "hmmm," nodding against her. He kept his expression guarded, careful to mask the surge of pure, cold joy racing through him.

He had successfully secured a recurring, consequence-free arrangement, and his aunt—blissfully unaware of the implications—had just handed him the keys to his own pleasure.

Suna let out a long, contented sigh as she stepped away, her skin glowing with a lingering, flushed warmth. "Kael, why don’t you go talk with Kyro for a bit? I’ll bring the milk out once I’ve cleaned myself up."

"Okay, Aunt," Kael replied, keeping his voice steady. He quickly pulled his pants back on, masking his satisfaction, and stepped out of the kitchen.