Chapter 96: — Lewd Grandma.

He was about to ask her about his cultivation, but as they neared the doorway, she stopped and turned to him with a serene, motherly smile.

She began to idly twist a strand of her hair, the sunlight catching the silver-white strands.

“Come now,” she said, her voice dropping into a gentle, inviting tone. “Let’s take a bath together. I want to clear my mind and wash away the stench of those wretched men. We shall continue your training properly once I am refreshed.”

Kael felt his breath catch in his throat. He looked at her—the woman who had just shattered two men with a flick of her wrist—now standing in the threshold of her home, radiating a calm, domestic warmth that felt just as overwhelming as her power.

He swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs, and took a step toward her.

They stepped through the house, the heavy scent of herbs and aged wood grounding Kael after the chaos in the garden.

Emily led the way through the main living area, her steps light and silent, toward the back of the property.

The cool, polished stone floors beneath their feet transitioning into the soft, damp moss of the secluded backyard.

Tucked behind a thick screen of weeping willows and carefully maintained shrubbery lay a natural spring pond, the water clear and

steam rising gently from the surface into the cooling afternoon air.

Emily stopped at the edge of the water and began to undress. She untied the sash of her white gown, and the fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing skin that looked remarkably smooth and firm for her years.

She stepped out of the garment, leaving it in a heap on the flat stones, and then reached behind her to undo the clasp of her undergarments.

As they fell away, Kael watched her naked form—she was breathtaking, her body showing none of the frailty he associated with age.

Her breasts were modest, softer and slightly sagging compared to the firm fullness of his mother, but they were perfectly symmetrical and possessed a delicate, natural charm.

Her long, snow-white hair cascaded down her back like a silver curtain, partially obscuring the view, but as she moved, he saw the tuft of soft white hair between her legs.

She was trimmed, neat and groomed, and as she stepped into the water, the heat of the pond caused the lips of her sex to look even more flushed and tight.

She walked into the water, the ripples lapping against her breasts as she beckoned him to follow.

Kael followed, the warmth of the spring soaking into his tired muscles.

“Stop staring so hard, Kael,” she murmured with a soft, knowing chuckle, wading into the waist-deep water. “Come, wash my back for me.”

Kael waded in, the warm water swirling around his waist.

Kael moved behind her, the water lapping gently against their bodies. He picked up the cloth, soaping it until it was rich with lather.

Her skin felt smooth and cool, a stark contrast to the boiling heat of the mana she had displayed earlier.

He started with her breasts, gently circling his hands over the soft, sagging skin. Even with age, they were incredibly sensitive, and she let out a small, contented sigh as he cleaned the pink, puckered nipples.

“So, tell me,” she whispered, leaning her head back, her eyes closing. “How has your life been? Your mother is always so busy with the clan, I worry she leaves you to wander too much on your own.”

Kael spoke easily, his guard dropping in the tranquility of the steam. He told her about his days, the mundane frustrations of the village, and the pressure of his training.

“You’re very attentive, Kael,” she murmured, her head lolling back against his shoulder.

He moved his hands lower, washing the smooth, pale skin of her stomach before shifting his focus to the center of her thighs. She parted her legs for him, giving him full access.

He washed her wet, white-trimmed slit, his fingers lingering as he cleaned the tight lips.

Then, with a soft shift of his hand, he reached behind, cleaning the small, firm hole of her asshole. She hummed in appreciation, her body relaxing completely into his touch.

“That feels wonderful,” she whispered.

Kael set the sponge aside. He didn’t want to use it anymore; he wanted to feel her.

He slid two fingers into her wet, tight pussy, feeling the hot, pulsating walls squeeze around him.

She gasped, her eyes snapping open, and her hands gripped the stone edge of the pond.

“Oh~Kael~”

He began to move his fingers in a steady, rhythmic thrusting motion, his thumb rubbing against her clitoris.

She began to moan louder, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the courtyard. She leaned into him, her entire body trembling as he found her sweet spot.

“Haah~oh~Ahhn~!” she moaned, her voice losing its composure.

He increased the pace, his fingers working her rapidly. Her moans escalated into ragged, desperate cries as she neared her peak.

Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his fingers, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.

“Yee~ahhh~hnn~!”

She arched her back, her body locking up as she let out a loud, drawn-out moan that filled the small space.

She came hard, her juices gushing over his fingers as she collapsed against him, panting heavily, her legs still trembling from the intensity of the release.

Kael held her close, feeling her heartbeat slow down against his chest, the silence of the garden returning as the ripples in the pond finally settled.

Emily breathed heavily, her fingers gently grazing his arms and neck as she cleaned him in return.

It was intimate, but there was a strange, grounding comfort in her touch that made the chaotic events of the day feel miles away.

“Sit here, Kael,” she murmured, gesturing to a smooth stone ledge where the water reached their waists.

As he sat, she began to soap the cloth again, gently washing from his shoulders and back. Her touch was methodical and tender, far removed from the lethal precision she had displayed moments ago.

Emily moved calmly, her fingers massaging the knots in his neck, her presence providing a rare, anchored sense of safety.

She moved in front of him, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. She continued to wash him, her hands moving down his chest and over his stomach with a motherly intimacy that slowly shifted in tone. She didn’t stop at his waist.

She reached into the water, her warm, soft fingers wrapping around his hardening cock and cupping his balls. Kael gasped, his breath hitching.

“Oh, look at this,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she began to stroke him with slow, rhythmic motions.

“You’re all grown up, aren’t you, my little Kael? No need to be shy with your granny. A young man has needs, and there’s no shame in letting them out.”

She cleaned him with a steady, practiced rhythm, her touch both maternal and undeniably erotic.

“You know,” she murmured, leaning in close so her breath brushed his ear, “you’re going to learn a lot more than just magic under my care. You’ll learn how to master every part of yourself, inside and out. Now, just relax and let your granny take care of you.”

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[Emily]