Chapter 84: — Prideful Nana

Kael was taken aback by this sudden, volatile shift in her demeanor. He shook his head, momentarily speechless at her reckless abandon.

“Okay, Lady Nana,” Kael said, his voice low and firm, “I think it’s best we move to one of the rooms in the manor. I have no intention of having sex with the Chief’s wife on a public stage in front of the entire town.”

He was trying to offer her a final shred of dignity. He knew that if he really let loose, things would get messy and humiliating for her, and he wanted to spare her that public ruin.

But to Nana, his hesitation looked like fear. She interpreted his caution as him backing down, and her pride, already bruised, demanded a victory.

“Haha! What are you talking about, brat?” she sneered, her eyes gleaming with a manic, insulted energy.

“We’re doing this right here, on the stage. Don’t be scared to show everyone just how much of a ‘man’ you really are!”

Without waiting for his response, she snapped her fingers at her maids.

They swarmed her, their hands moving quickly to strip away her elegant garments until she stood before the entire assembly in nothing but her undergarments, her heavy, pregnant belly bared for all to see.

Eric stood by, watching with a mixture of resignation and grim detachment.

He had seen this side of her before—a side that emerged whenever her aristocratic pride was pricked.

Nana wasn’t a girl from the village; she was a woman of high birth he had met in the capital years ago.

They had eloped against her parents’ wishes, a scandal that had led to her being completely disowned.

In the beginning, she had been a kind, virtuous partner.

But over the years, the glamour of their elopement had faded, replaced by a bitter, growing disgust for the “low-born” people surrounding her.

Eric realized now that she was likely mourning the life she had thrown away, regretting that she hadn’t fought harder to stay in the world she was born into.

She was a woman trapped by her own choices, and now, she was lashing out at this boy to prove that she was still the superior, untouchable noblewoman she once was.

The crowd watched in breathless, terrifying silence as Nana stood waiting, her skin pale and her eyes challenging Kael to prove he could handle her.

She had stripped away her own clothes, and now, the entire village was about to watch the Chief’s wife be taken.

Down in the crowd, Amber watched the stage with growing anxiety, her hands clenched at her sides.

“Why does the Chief’s wife want to have sex with my Kael?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“They’ve already caused us so much trouble. Why is she doing this now?”

Suna, standing beside her, leaned in to offer her best guess.

“It’s definitely because of his grudge against the Chief’s son. You know what kind of jerk Jim is—he’s been bullying our kids for years. Now that Mother has gotten involved, it looks like the Chief is terrified. He’s probably using his own wife to clean up the mess he and his son made.”

Amber frowned, feeling sick at the sight of Nana standing there half-naked.

“Don’t worry, Amber,” Suna said, trying to stay calm. “There are too many people watching for them to try anything dangerous. It’s just a public spectacle.”

Amber nodded slowly, though she didn’t feel much better. She hated that her son was caught in the middle of these powerful people’s dirty games, but she had no choice. All she could do was hope that Kael wouldn’t get hurt.

“Come here, you brat! Do you need an invitation to strip, or are you just going to stand there?” Nana scowled, her eyes burning with impatience.

Kael grinned, his eyes raking over her naked body with a desirous hunger. She was stunning—raven-black hair framing lips that were full and inviting, and cheeks flushed with heat.

Her breasts were massive, easily rivaling Lyla’s, and they sagged slightly under their own heavy weight.

Below, her pussy was buried under a thick, black bush. Her waist was thicker than the other women he had been with, but he knew that was only because of the life growing inside her.

He was already throbbing, his erection straining painfully against his pants, but he forced himself to hold back. He couldn’t just dive in; he had to set some ground rules first.

“Miss, are you sure you want to do this on the hard floor?” Kael asked, his voice dropping to a low chuckle. “Or should you at least ask someone to bring out a bed for you? I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable while I’m Inside you.”

The more Kael acted like she was just a common housewife who needed pampering, the more Nana’s face twisted into a scowl. She was clearly insulted by his “kindness.”

“No need, you little runt!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the heavy air.

“This mistress here has seen far worse than a cold floor. Now, are you going to keep running your mouth, or are you actually going to do something?”

With that, she dropped to her hands and knees right there on the stage.

She settled into a deep, submissive doggy-style position, her heavy breasts swaying as she arched her back and presented herself to him.

Jim watched from the side, his brow furrowed in deep discomfort. He hated seeing her like this, but he remained silent, too much of a coward to stop it.

Eric, however, watched with a strange, excited look in his eyes. He actually wanted Nana to lose.

He wanted this boy to dominate her completely, to bring her down a peg or two.

It was twisted for a husband to root against his own wife, but as Eric watched Kael, he saw a reflection of his own younger self—the hungry, ambitious commoner he used to be before he became a jaded, fearful leader.

He wanted to see if the boy had the strength to break his wife’s suffocating pride.

“Since you’re so eager,” Kael murmured, his voice cold and steady, “don’t blame me for what happens next.”

He stepped forward, his eyes locked on her exposed backside, ready to take full advantage of the display.

Kael stripped off his clothes with casual ease. When his pants hit the floor, his cock sprang out, thick and rock-hard.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd; the sight was unbelievable. Every man in the village was accustomed to average sizes, and what Kael revealed was nothing like they had ever seen.

It was massive 8 Inches—easily double the length and thickness of any other man in the room.

Nana, still on her hands and knees, couldn’t see what had everyone in such shock. She kept her head turned back.

“Try to at least get me wet before you come all over, you little virgin punk! Is that all you’ve got?”

Kael didn’t waste his breath on a comeback. He had already won; the crowd was stunned, the Chief was waiting, and now, he was about to give this arrogant noblewoman the experience of her life.

He stepped toward her, his cock twitching in the air. He felt a strange, detached calm—he had never imagined himself fucking someone in front of an entire town, yet it felt as natural as breathing.

Whether it was the influence of this world or a change within his own soul, he didn’t care. He had a task to finish.

He reached behind Nana, his large hands finding her folds. He began rubbing her lower lips, his fingers working to coat her in her own slick.