Chapter 75: — Emily.

He walked up and stood right between Amber and Suna. They both stopped talking the moment he stepped in.

“Do you need something, little Kael?” Suna asked, her eyes flicking over him.

“No, Aunt. You two just keep talking, don’t mind me,” Kael said.

He reached out and planted his hands firmly on both their waists, feeling the soft, warm flesh under his palms.

He couldn’t help but be amazed. They were standing there acting like two polite housewives gossiping, but he could practically feel the hostility radiating between them.

They were constantly sizing each other up, competing over who looked more fuckable, yet they managed to keep their voices light and casual.

Kael enjoyed the tension, gripping their hips a little tighter, feeling the soft curve of their asses and the way they stiffened up as he let his fingers linger.

Slowly, Amber and Suna became engrossed in their own chatter, their voices dropping to low, intimate murmurs.

The ceremony was still a while away, and the crowd in the town hall square continued to swell, waiting for the event at the mansion to kick off. Kael was getting restless, the idle waiting grinding on his nerves.

Without a word, he slipped his hands deep inside their skirts, sliding his fingers right into their wet, slick bums.

Amber and Suna both froze, speechlessness flashing across their faces as they locked eyes.

“You still want to be this naughty, even when you could be called up to that stage at any second?”

Suna whispered, her voice tight with a mix of surprise and lingering arousal. She reached out and gave his cheeks a sharp, playful pinch.

Amber didn’t react with shock; she was already entirely used to her son’s brazen, perverted whims. She simply gave a soft, knowing smile, seemingly unbothered by his touch.

“Hey, Aunt,” Kael grinned, his fingers working rhythmically inside them, enjoying the way their breathing hitched. “What do you expect me to do when I’m this bored?”

Suna noticed her son had wandered off to find his friends, and seeing Kael standing there alone with them, she stopped resisting and let him keep playing with her Ass.

Kael took full advantage, working his fingers deep into both of them as much as he wanted, feeling them get stretched and tighten under his touch.

Just as he was really getting into it, a voice cut through the air. “Hey, Amber! And Suna, too! Why don’t you let me join the fun, hehe?”

It was none other than the Milk Lady herself. Her massive, heavy tits bounced and swayed with every step as she sashayed toward them, drawing eyes from half the crowd.

But she wasn’t alone. She was gripping the hand of a girl around Kael’s age who looked just like a younger version of her.

The girl had the same long, silky black hair and sharp, pointed nose, and even at her age, she possessed a bust that was already impressive—just a fraction smaller than the Lyla’s own.

Kael didn’t pull his hands away; he just watched with a smirk as the group of women closed in, clearly unfazed by his dirty hands.

Kael quickly dug through the mental archives of his memory to pin down the details on the girl. As he suspected, she was Lyla’s daughter, Kira.

“Hi, Aunt Amber! Hi, Aunt Suna!” Kira chirped, greeting the women with a polite nod.

“Hi, Aunt Lyla,” Kael said, offering a casual greeting of his own.

“Oh, you’re here too, Kael,” Lyla purred. Before he could react, she hauled him into a suffocating embrace, pressing him against the soft, massive weight of her chest.

“I would have asked Kira to accompany you earlier, but considering how damn shy she is, you’d have better conversation with a pile of rocks than with her, haha!”

Lyla laughed, clearly enjoying the chance to tease her daughter.

Kira’s face flushed a deep, embarrassed red, and she stayed silent, tucking her chin toward her chest.

Almost instantly, the women drifted back into their own world of gossip, effectively cutting Kael out of the conversation.

Even Kira started to find her footing, getting pulled into their shallow, endless chatter. Realizing he was being sidelined yet again, Kael didn’t bother trying to break in.

Instead, he decided to amuse himself in the only way he knew how—by reaching back into the folds of their skirts, his hands wandering over the soft, exposed skin of their thighs and buttocks, indifferent to whether the daughter was watching or not.

Kael slid his hands back inside both women’s garments, his fingers firm as he kneaded their soft, rounded buttocks.

Amber and Suna didn’t even blink; they were far too accustomed to his lecherous habits to offer so much as a flinch.

Emboldened by their silence, Kael decided to push the envelope. He lowered his hands, sliding his fingers past their folds and driving them deep into their slick, wet pussies.

Both women let out sharp, sudden gasps, their bodies jolting as he began to rhythmically finger them.

Lyla caught the motion out of the corner of her eye—she saw exactly what he was doing—but she just gave a knowing, dismissive smirk and turned back to her conversation, choosing to let the boy have his fun.

Encouraged by the lack of any real protest, Kael shifted his pace.

He started with slow, teasing probes to get them nice and soaked, then gradually increased his speed, driving his fingers in and out with a wet, slapping cadence that made their knees knock together and their breathing grow heavy and jagged.

“Mmmh,” Suna let out a low, strangled moan as her knees gave out, her body losing all tension. She leaned heavily into Kael for support, her limbs turning to jelly.

Lyla, watching the scene unfold with a sharp, observant eye, noticed the dark, wet patches forming on the ground beneath Suna’s skirts.

She offered Kael a knowing, good-natured smile, clearly amused by the sight. Kael flashed a smirk back, not missing a beat as he continued to rhythmically slide his fingers in and out of his mother, Amber’s, soaking wet slit.

Despite her body trembling from the pleasure, Suna somehow managed to keep murmuring along with the conversation, using Kael’s body as a pillar to keep from sliding to the dirt.

She didn’t fully understand why, but these illicit, public games with her nephew had become an addiction she couldn’t give up. Within minutes, Amber’s resistance shattered, too.

A sharp, rhythmic gasp escaped her, and she slumped forward against Kael, her own juices pooling beneath her on the dusty ground.

Kira stood there, completely bewildered, her eyes darting between the two women who were practically melting into Kael’s arms. She opened her mouth, about to ask if they were sick or in pain, but before she could get a word out, the entire square went deathly silent.

The deafening silence held for a heartbeat before a new figure stepped onto the venue. It was Emily, his Grandmother.

Her long hair, a striking shade of silver-white, cascaded gracefully over her shoulders, framing a face that possessed a dangerous, mature beauty.

Though age had left its mark upon her, it had only refined her charm, giving her an air of elegance and authority that few could withstand.

She carried herself with the effortless confidence of someone who had stood at the pinnacle for decades.

As she moved toward the Viewing platform, the effect was instantaneous.

Every noble, regardless of rank or status, immediately rose from their seats and bowed deeply. Even the proud village chief lost all semblance of composure.

Nearly tripping over his own robes in his haste, he rushed toward her, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he lowered himself into a respectful bow.

“L-Lady Emily… Welcome. Had I known you would personally grace us with your presence, I would have prepared a far grander reception.”

Emily paid him no mind.

She spared the chief nothing more than a cold, indifferent glance before her sharp eyes swept across the gathering, stopping the moment they landed on Kael.

A faint nod was offered to Amber, Suna, and Kyro in acknowledgment before her attention returned entirely to him.

“Kael dear, Come with me,”

Her gentle yet commanding voice left no room for refusal.

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked toward the mansion as though it were the most natural thing in the world, fully expecting him to follow.