Chapter 83: — Nana

At last, Kael was the only one left on the stage. The Milk Lady’s gaze drifted toward him, her expression warm and expectant as she initiated the conversation.

“Go ahead, child. Make your choice,” she urged, her voice steady and smooth.

“You had one of the best performances in the ceremony today, so don’t be shy about it. I truly believe that whoever you choose will not be able to refuse you.”

She gave him a knowing, ever-present smile that made the air around them feel thick with anticipation.

At this moment Eric leaned close to his wife, Nana, and whispered something into her ear that made her blood run cold.

Her eyes widened in genuine shock, and she stood frozen for a moment, torn by hesitation.

Then, she looked over at her son, Jim—shaking and defeated.

That sight of her own blood suffering broke the last of her resistance. She looked back at her husband, her expression lost and hollow, and gave a slow, shaky nod of agreement.

Kael was just about to reveal his choice, when a voice cut through the heavy silence of the square.

“Kael!”

It was Nana, standing firmly in front of her seat. The wife of the Village Chief, a woman of status and dignity, was now the center of everyone’s attention.

“I would like to apologize again for Jim’s behavior toward you,” she said, her voice trembling but surprisingly clear.

“What he did was very wrong. You deserve restitution.”

Kael turned his gaze toward her. He saw the sheer nervousness in her posture—the way her hands gripped her dress—but beneath it, he saw a hard, brittle edge of determination.

She had clearly been coached by her husband to save their family from whatever fate they feared was coming.

She took a shallow breath, straightened her back, and then, in front of the entire town she gestured to herself.

“If you would like,” Nana said, her voice dropping to a near-whisper that everyone could still hear, “you can choose me to have sex with.”

The crowd erupted into stunned gasps. The Village Chief’s wife, a woman known for being strictly devoted to her husband, was openly offering herself to a boy? It didn’t make any sense, unless you looked at the bigger picture.

“Look at the Chief,” one of the elders whispered, his lip curling in disgust. “It’s clearly his idea. He’s pushing her to do this.”

Everyone realized the truth: Eric was terrified. He had seen the cold, predatory way Kael looked at his son, and he knew his family’s days were numbered if he didn’t fix things.

He was perfectly willing to prostitute his own wife, sacrificing her body and her dignity to keep his head attached to his neck.

He didn’t care that Nana didn’t like the idea of sleeping with anyone else; to him, she was just a tool to buy Kael’s favor.

Jim, standing nearby, felt a burning, sick jealousy eat at him. He knew exactly why his father was doing this.

His father wanted to use Nana to “satisfy” Kael, hoping that letting the boy fuck his mother would make Kael less likely to destroy their lives later.

Jim felt a strange, twisted pain in his chest. He had wanted his mother for himself for years, but she had always acted like a saint, refusing even him.

Now, he was going to have to stand there and watch as Kael ripped her clothes off and fucked her right in front of everyone.

It was a pathetic, desperate trade, and Jim hated that Kael was the one getting the prize.

Jim’s pride was wounded, but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He told himself that Kael was just a low-level mortal mage, barely a 5th-level junior.

Jim was already planning his breakthrough to the Earthly level; in a fair fight, he thought he could crush Kael.

But it wasn’t a fair fight. Kael had a grandmother who could turn their entire family into a puddle of gore with a single flick of her wrist.

The Milk Farm Granny gave Kael a helpless, amused smile. “Looks like you didn’t even need my help to get laid like the others,” she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Well, you still have your chance. The offer stands—you can pick anyone else whenever you want, and I’ll pay the bill.”

Kael was caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Nana to step up and offer herself like that.

He looked at her, his eyes drifting down to her body. She was clearly pregnant, her belly round and firm—even larger than his sister’s, and his sister already had a hard enough time taking his cock.

He knew how he liked to fuck; he was rough, relentless, and deep. With her in this condition, he knew he wouldn’t be able to enjoy himself without constantly worrying about hurting her or the baby.

He hated Jim and his arrogant, sniveling attitude, but Kael wasn’t a monster. He had enough humanity left not to treat a pregnant woman like a piece of meat he could just fuck into the ground.

Kael kept his voice calm and polite, though his eyes remained cold.

“I appreciate the offer, Miss Nana, but I have to decline. You’re pregnant, and with the condition you’re in, having sex with me would be dangerous. You wouldn’t be able to handle me properly, and I have no desire to hurt you or the child.”

A ripple of shock went through the crowd. The Chief’s wife stood there, blushing a deep, humiliated red.

Kael paused, ready to announce his true choice, but Nana’s voice cut through the air like a whip.

Her face, usually so composed, was twisted in a mask of insulted pride. “What did you say, you little brat?” she spat out, her laughter sharp and jagged.

“You think I can’t take you on just because I’m pregnant? How laughable!”

She stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, reckless fire. “I could take on ten brats like you and I wouldn’t even break a sweat!”

Kael stood still, stunned by her outburst. He had been trying to show a shred of decency, but his caution had only bruised her ego.

She was so desperate to prove she wasn’t “broken” or “weak” that she had completely lost her filter.

Eric frowned deeply, his brow furrowing.

He had actually been relieved when Kael declined—it proved the boy wasn’t a total cruel monster—but now his wife was ruining everything by picking a fight with someone who could destroy their entire family.

Jim felt a cold sweat break out over his skin. He had been relieved that he wouldn’t have to watch his mother being Railed, but now she was actively digging their graves.

“Leave it, Mother! If he doesn’t want to, just let him pick someone else!”

Jim reached out to grab her arm, trying to hold her back.

But his interference was the final spark. Nana ripped her arm away, her expression hardening into pure, unadulterated defiance.

She didn’t care about the baby, the ceremony, or her husband’s plan anymore; she just wanted to prove she was still the mistress of this house.

She marched directly up to Kael, her large, rounded belly brushing against his torso.

She looked him dead in the eye, her voice low and challenging. “Okay, brat. Come on. This mistress is going to have sex with you, and let’s see who taps out first—you or me. Haha!”

The entire square went deathly silent. The Chief’s wife had just openly challenged the Archmage’s favorite to a fucking contest in front of the whole town.