Following the sound, Kael found himself stepping outside the house.

From the front, the home looked like a small cottage built for a single family. Its wooden walls were simple but well maintained, giving the place a warm and welcoming appearance.

The house was surrounded on all sides by gardens filled with various types of vegetation. Fruit-bearing plants, colorful flowers, and small shrubs grew in neat rows around the property.

The sound seemed to be coming from a nearby workshop located beside the house.

Curious, Kael walked over and peeked inside.

There, he found his mother, Amber, sitting on the ground beside a spinning wheel. As the wheel turned, she carefully shaped a lump of clay with her hands.

A soft golden-yellow glow surrounded her fingers.

Kael immediately realized that she was using magic.

The clay responded to her touch, gradually changing shape as if it had a will of its own. Under Amber’s guidance, the rough lump slowly transformed into a smooth and elegant vessel.

At the moment, she appeared to be crafting a water pot.

The process was clearly demanding. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, and her brows were furrowed with concentration. Every movement of her hands required precision, and the magical glow occasionally flickered whenever her focus wavered.

Kael watched in fascination.

This was the first time he had witnessed magic being used up close in this world, and unlike the flashy spells from movies and novels, it felt surprisingly practical.

Instead of casting fireballs or summoning storms, Amber was simply using her magic to make everyday life a little easier.

Sweat had soaked through her black blouse, leaving it damp and clinging to her skin. Kael could clearly see the silhouette of her erect nipples pressing against the fabric.

The sight sent a surge of heat through his body, and within moments, he felt his pulse quickening as he became visibly aroused. Fortunately, his mother hadn’t noticed yet, so he quickly shifted his stance to make himself more comfortable.

Since he had transmigrated into this body that morning, Kael had noticed his libido was unnaturally high; he felt an constant, heavy ache of desire.

Worse, he sometimes heard a faint, persistent voice in his head—urging him to do things he would never consider with a clear mind.

"Kael, do you need something?" his mother asked, breaking his concentration.

He hurriedly checked himself, relieved to see that the worst of the arousal had subsided.

He let out a soft breath and replied, "No, Mother. I just came to see you working. I wanted to see how you use your magic; I thought it might give me some tips for my awakening day."

Amber smiled, happy to see her son taking her advice and working toward his goal. She stopped her work and held out her arms. "My little baby, come here and give Mama a hug. It’s so good to have you back on your feet after the injury."

Kael grabbed a nearby towel, saying, "Let me dry you off first, Mother."

He began to dab at her skin with the towel, moving slowly from her face to her arms and legs. As he worked, he noticed the way her nipples pressed against the damp blouse again.

An idea formed—he wanted to see just how far he could push these boundaries. Until now, she hadn’t treated this level of intimacy as sexual; she had even washed him earlier with a completely straight face.

He tried to resist the inner voice urging him on, but his mouth seemed to move on its own.

"Hey, Mom, do you mind if I take off your blouse so I can dry you properly?"

Amber laughed softly. "No, silly, why would I mind? Go ahead." She turned around, and Kael found the hooks of her blouse at her back.

His hands trembled slightly as he undid the hooks, freeing her from the restrictive fabric.

When she turned back to face him, the sight of her chest made his breath hitch. He took hold of one breast, using the towel to gently dry the skin.

His arousal returned instantly, pressing firmly against his trousers, pointed toward her midsection.

He moved to the other side, repeating the motion. His mind raced with darker desires, and he couldn’t help himself; he pinched her nipple, pulling the breast upward to reach the skin beneath.

"Ahh, mmn," Amber let out an involuntary moan.

Kael felt a jolt of satisfaction at the sound.

"Wait, Kael," she murmured, her expression calm.

"Some parts of a woman’s body are very sensitive. You need to handle them with care, especially the nipples. Instead of pinching, try holding the weight of the breast while you dry."

Kael smirked inwardly, thinking, *Now you’re the one feeling the sensations.*

Finished with the drying, Kael pulled her into a firm hug. Amber felt his manhood pressing hard against her stomach. She recognized the reaction—she knew her son was coming of age, and such physical responses were common for young men his age.

Kael took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her skin mixed with the faint, musky odor of her sweat. It only made his pulse race faster. "Hey, Mother, why don’t you keep your chest bare while you work? It would be much easier."

Amber chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s a sweet thought, Kael, but the blouse helps absorb the sweat while I cast. It’s actually more practical than going without."

"Oh, I see. You’re so smart," Kael said, feigning the innocent admiration of a child.

Amber laughed it off, though Kael felt a flicker of frustration that his plan hadn’t fully worked.

He knew he just had to be patient; he would get his chance eventually.

"Okay, Kael, Let’s finish up here so I can start dinner," she said.

"Sure, Mom," he replied, helping her with the final tasks before they headed home together.

Kael and Amber were in the kitchen, preparing fruit and various fruit-based dishes for dinner.

As he worked, Kael couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of dread. He glanced at the limited selection of food—mostly raw fruits and a few dairy products—and wondered how he was expected to survive in this world on such a restrictive diet.