Chapter 53 — A Degraded Mother.

Eric stood up from the floor, pulling away from the woman with a wet, sharp sound. He didn’t bother with pleasantries, quickly pulling his robes back on while she lay panting on the ground, still reeling from the intense encounter.

"Thank you, as always," Eric said, his voice cold and detached. He tossed a small cloth bag toward her. She accepted it with a grateful nod, her body still trembling from the residual pleasure.

Standing in the doorway, Eric’s gaze drifted across the street. Through an open window, he noticed a young boy—Kael—sitting in his own home, eating calmly while watching the entire scene unfold.

Eric squinted, reaching out with his senses to brush against the boy’s aura. He paused, his brow furrowing.

As a powerful mage, Eric knew that mana flowed through everything, and he could usually trace a child’s lineage by the way their energy mirrored their parents.

But Kael’s aura was a complete anomaly; it was incredibly dense, unlike anything he had sensed from Kael’s mother, Amber, or the man who had supposedly fathered him.

A total mystery, Eric thought, turning away. I’ll know his true capacity after the awakening ceremony. If he’s a genius, the reward for sending him to the capital will be worth more than a hundred of these sessions.

He glanced back at the boy with the unique green hair. As one of the most powerful mages in the region, Eric didn’t just see the boy; he felt the mana vibrating in the air around him.

It was thick—incomparably so.

A freak of nature, or perhaps something far more potent, he mused.

However, his ambition cooled instantly as he remembered the boy’s grandmother.

If I push this boy too hard, his grandmother will have my head. That woman could wipe my entire lineage off the map without breaking a sweat. I’d be a fool to treat his family with anything but calculated respect.

This was the brutal reality of this world—where humans were constantly hunted by beastmen and monsters—It weighed on him.

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Kael remembered the day the original soul inhabiting this body had perished—the day Jim’s bullying went too far, pushing the original boy into a desperate situation that ended in his death, allowing Kael to take his place.

Kael kept the memory of that trauma tucked away, a cold reminder of why he could never afford to be weak.

He didn’t care about village politics. He knew the harsh reality: outside these walls, humans were nothing more than prey. He thought of the mysterious, all-powerful dragon from his dreams.

If I’m going to survive, I can’t rely on luck or someone else’s mercy. I need power of my own.

Amber watched him, her breath hitching. The day’s events—the intrusion, the anger, the sight of the woman next door—had left her feeling raw and vulnerable.

A strange, aching need for comfort swirled within her, a desperate longing to feel secure.

Earlier, Kael had finished dinner with his mother, during which he informed her of Mira’s situation.

She had listened, seemingly unbothered by the news. After the meal, Kael went for his usual evening walk, intending to meditate one last time before bed.

However, as he turned to leave, Amber caught his arm. She pulled him toward her room, closing the door firmly behind them, intent on sleeping together that night.

Kael sighed.

He knew that tomorrow he would visit his aunt, confident that she would do anything he asked.

But tonight, he had intended to focus on his discipline. Because of the interruption, he just decided to rest for the night.

The next day, Kael woke up sluggish, as he often did after his intense meditation sessions.

Although the act of meditating left his mind feeling sharp and rejuvenated, the physical toll always manifested as a heavy, lingering lethargy upon waking.

After finally shaking off the grogginess, he went to the kitchen to find his mother.

She was busy preparing the morning meal, her back turned to him. Kael stepped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist to pull her close.

He pressed his body firmly against her back, letting her feel the unmistakable hardness of his morning arousal.

As he nuzzled into the curve of her neck, he took a breath of her scent and nipped playfully at her skin, his hands moving upward to firmly cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Although he had originally planned to visit Suna that day, the intrusive thoughts of his mother flooded his mind.

The contrast between his own burgeoning power and her vulnerability only fueled his desires, and his erection grew more pronounced.

A morning blowjob wouldn’t hurt, he thought, his gaze fixed on her.

"Kael, here is your food," Amber said, turning to hand him the plate.

Kael took it from her hands, setting it aside before placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Mom. Can you get into the ratga position? I want to try something."

Amber hummed in acknowledgment, setting down her own utensils and dropping down to her hands and knees.

She knew that Kael had begun making increasingly strange demands, but she had already made the decision to grant him one request every day.

She didn’t mind the submissive role; she believed that as long as she stayed within the boundaries of these daily agreements, she could keep the situation manageable and maintain a sense of control over their volatile home life.

Watching his mother drop to her knees without a single word of protest made Kael’s pulse quicken, his arousal straining against his clothes.

The sight of her submissive posture, coupled with his frustration over his own powers, was rapidly eroding the boundaries he had previously set in his mind.

"Now, come with me to the garden," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "I want to eat my breakfast out there."

He reached down, gripping the ends of her long hair, and gave a sharp, jerking pull. Amber understood the intent immediately; she was to move while remaining on all fours.

As he tugged, she began to crawl forward, obediently following his lead.

Watching her move in such a vulnerable state, Kael felt his internal image of her shifting.

The lingering memory of the scene he had witnessed the day prior—watching the neighbour woman perform degrading acts for the chief—had left an indelible mark on his psyche.

That raw, visceral display of power had shattered his previous sense of decorum, and as he watched his mother crawl before him, the respect he had once held for her as a maternal figure began to dissolve, replaced by a darker, more possessive urge.

The drive to dominate her began to outweigh everything else. Kael now had a clear understanding of what provoked her, noting that Amber responded intensely to rough, forceful treatment.

He recalled how she had reached an explosive, unconscious climax two days prior during a particularly aggressive encounter, and he had seen the way she responded—squirting and trembling—while being degraded by him.

From these observations, he deduced that Amber possessed a deep-seated, perhaps unconscious, craving to be treated with utter lack of restraint.

Even if she hadn’t fully acknowledged it to herself yet, the way she withered and bloomed under such treatment made it clear to him.

She didn’t want the gentle kindness of a son; she responded to the raw, carnal authority that had been forced upon her by others.

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