Chapter 52 — An Angry Mother.

Kael walked home alone, the afternoon sun warm on his skin. He hadn’t expected his visit to Ruby’s to be so damn good.

The thrill of receiving a titjob for the first time in either of his lives had left him feeling powerful and exhilarated. I’ll definitely be trying that again, he mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he navigated the market streets.

As he neared his own neighborhood, a few houses away from his own, his attention was caught by a commotion coming from an open courtyard.

Curiosity piqued, Kael paused. Inside, a neighborhood woman was bent over in the doggy-style position, being drilled by the town chief—the most powerful elemental mage in Korua.

Eric, the chief, had that same vacant, soulless look in his eyes, as if the woman beneath him wasn’t even human. With his signature blonde hair and beard, he was tugging the woman’s hair back hard while thrusting deep and fast.

The woman was groaning and grunting, her face twisted in a mixture of pain and desperate compliance.

Kael watched for a moment, unimpressed. He knew the chief’s twisted personality well. Having already experienced the taste of true dominance himself, watching this felt like witnessing a crude, unrefined display.

The scene escalated. Eric shifted his grip, moving from her backside to her hair. He combed his fingers through her locks, gripped them in a tight fist, and gave a sharp tug that jerked the woman’s head backward.

Eric leaned in, his mouth hovering by her ear. "Cry like a Ratga, lady! I want to hear you scream while I fuck you!"

The woman’s expression flickered with immediate, sharp displeasure at the insult, but Eric seemed to sense the shift in the air. He caught himself, rephrasing instantly, "Cry like a Ratga, my dear! I want to hear you scream."

What happened next shocked Kael. The woman threw her head back and let out a series of long, rhythmic bellows: "Moooo! Moooo! Mooooooo!"

Kael felt his pulse spike, his own body reacting to the primal, demeaning nature of the display.

His cock tightened within his trousers, throbbing hard against the fabric.

Eric, clearly exhilarated by the performance, increased the intensity of his thrusts.

He wasn’t satisfied with just the hair-pulling; he moved his hand from her forehead to her face, inserted two fingers into her nose to hook it, and wrenched her head toward him with sadistic precision. Leaning in again, he growled, "Now, I want you to grunt like a Suaro."

The woman began to grunt and squeal like a pig, a sound that was both degrading and intensely arousing. "Oink! Oink... Grrr... ahh... Oink... hmmm..."

Kael’s control was slipping.

He surreptitiously adjusted his pants, giving himself a few quick, soothing strokes to keep his arousal from becoming painfully obvious. He had thought he was a man of the world, but this encounter proved how naive he had been.

The depth of depravity and the shameless pleasure on the woman’s face—pushed to the edge by the chief’s deep, rhythmic pounding—was something he had never imagined.

Kael turned away, losing interest, and continued down the path toward his own home. As he approached his doorstep, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Amber was standing right there on the threshold, her fists clenched at her sides. Her face was contorted in a mask of pure, vitriolic hatred, her eyes fixed like lasers on the neighbor’s house where the chief was currently occupied.

She looked livid, her chest heaving as she glared at the scene.

"Mom?" Kael called out, his voice cutting through the tense silence.

Amber flinched, her entire posture shifting instantly. The hatred in her eyes didn’t vanish, but she forced it behind a veil of composure as she turned to face him.

Her expression smoothed into a loving look, though the underlying tension remained in the set of her jaw.

"Oh... Kael," she breathed, her voice trembling. "You’re home early."

Kael looked at her, his voice low and curious. "Why are you so angry? What did he do to you?"

Amber didn’t look at him, her eyes still locked on the silhouette of the town chief inside the other home.

"He came to my door," she spat, her voice trembling with fury. "He had the audacity to approach me, acting as if we still had business to conduct. It has been years since I stopped trading with anyone—years since I ended all those arrangements."

She turned to Kael, her face pale with indignation. "He looked at me with those same eyes he uses on that poor woman. He expected to walk in here and treat me exactly the same way—to drag me around and make me perform like some kind of animal."

Kael felt a flicker of surprise, followed by a dark, possessive spark of amusement. "And what did you do?"

"I didn’t give him a single second," Amber said, her fists shaking.

"I threw him out of my house the moment he implied his intent. I was so disgusted, so enraged by his arrogance..." She paused, her breathing hitched, as a darker, more complex emotion crossed her face.

She looked at Kael, her expression shifting from raw anger to something more troubled, almost haunted.

The intensity of the chief’s intrusion had left her feeling vulnerable. Deep down, the sight of the chief had almost made her consider if perhaps, she was subconsciously waiting for someone else—someone like Kael—to claim her instead.

"He thought he could just take me," Amber whispered, her eyes softening as they landed on her son. "But he isn’t the one I want to see looking at me like that."

Kael felt the weight of her gaze. He stepped closer and embraced his mother. She returned it with intense desperation.

"I love you, my baby," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion after hearing him say the same. She pulled him inside, went to the kitchen with him, and gave him a plate of fruits to eat.

Kael sat on the floor of the hall, eating. As he began his meal, he found himself entirely unbothered by the sounds of the intense encounter still playing out just a few houses away. This world sure has a way of numbing one’s sense of morality, Kael mused.

He realized that while societal norms varied, human nature remained constant—the dark, hidden desires simply manifested differently based on power dynamics.

He focused on his food, his mind drifting to his own future.

He felt a flicker of annoyance, not out of empathy, but because he realized he had been beaten to the punch; the town chief had already explored levels of dominance Kael hadn’t even considered yet.

A cold resolve settled in his chest. He would make sure to experiment with every one of his own fantasies with Amber soon.

He wouldn’t let some arrogant, powerful shithead be the only one to indulge in such things—not when he intended to claim full authority over his own home.

Lost in his calculated planning, Kael finished his meal with a steady appetite. Once his plate was empty, he stood up and brushed off his clothes, walking toward the threshold where Amber still stood.

She was leaning against the doorframe, her chest heaving as she tried to compose herself.

Her face, which had been twisted in a mask of fury only moments ago, was now pale and strangely vacant, as if she were reeling from the intensity of the confrontation.

Kael stopped a few feet from her. He looked at her with a knowing, heavy gaze—the look of a predator who had just mapped out his territory.

"You should come inside, Mom," Kael said, his voice smooth and devoid of judgment. "The air out here is getting a bit cold."

Amber blinked, her eyes finally focusing on him. She looked at her son—really looked at him—and for a split second, the air between them felt thick, charged with an unspoken tension that had nothing to do with the town chief.

She smoothed her hair back with a trembling hand, her gaze lingering on his face with a mix of confusion and a strange, dawning submission.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Yes, I suppose I should."

She stepped inside the house, her eyes following him as he walked deeper into the house, leaving the shadows of the garden behind.

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