Chapter 57 — Mother Got Taken In front Of her Son.

Kael watched, fascinated, as her mood pivoted from lethal irritation to pure, delighted vanity in the span of a few heartbeats.

"Did Amber really say that?" Suna asked, her voice light and feigned, as if she were deeply concerned by the supposed cattiness of her peer.

Kael knew better. He saw right through the mask; she wasn’t offended for his sake—she was fishing.

She wanted to hear exactly how he compared her to his mother, and she wanted him to confirm it again. Kael was more than happy to oblige.

"Of course she did," Kael lied smoothly, leaning forward with a conspiratorial look.

"To tell you the truth, Mom can hardly take it half as deep as you can, Aunt. She always complains about the pressure, while you... you just handle it like you were born for it."

Suna’s expression shifted instantly. Her eyes glittered with a hungry, arrogant triumph that screamed, Yes, praise me more. Keep those praises coming.

Seizing the momentum, Kael leaned into the role. He started spinning a web of elaborate, improvised tales, embellishing every detail of their previous encounters.

He spoke of her "unmatched endurance" and her "incredible capacity," framing his stories with just enough exaggeration to feed her ego.

He watched, satisfied, as Suna’s posture relaxed and her gaze softened, her need to be the best completely overshadowing her earlier anger. The trap was set, and she was walking right into it.

Sitting right beside Kael, Kyro felt a profound urge to bow down to his friend’s silver tongue.

Kael had pulled off something truly incredible. Only moments ago, Suna’s expression had radiated such lethal intent that Kyro was certain she was just waiting for Kael to leave before she dragged him outside to beat him to a pulp.

He still felt confused about where exactly he had gone wrong, but the sheer terror of her glare had paralyzed him.

Right when Kyro was scared shitless, Kael had stepped in and handled the situation like a seasoned veteran.

He had spouted a bit of calculated nonsense, and just like that, the storm clouds vanished, and his mother was back to her "normal," doting self.

He just praised her, and she’s already back to normal, Kyro thought, watching them with wide eyes. Should I try to do the same?

He opened his mouth, desperate to chime in with his own stream of practiced, flattering bullshit, but the moment he caught Suna’s gaze, he froze.

Her eyes were still fixed on Kael with a soft, enchanted smile, but when they flickered momentarily toward Kyro, the air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.

The contrast was too much; the sheer intensity of her focus on Kael made Kyro realize his own luck had completely run dry.

He felt his courage evaporate, leaving him sitting in a cold sweat, deciding it was far safer to keep his mouth shut and let the master at work keep the fire stoked.

I should let Kael handle this, Kyro thought, his heartbeat finally starting to slow back down. If I jump into the conversation and manage to annoy her again, who knows if Kael will be able to talk her down a second time?

He watched his friend continue the barrage of compliments with a mix of awe and envy. Kael was navigating the situation with a precision that Kyro could only dream of.

Deciding that he was better off staying silent and keeping his head down, Kyro let out a long, shaky breath of relief.

The idea crossed his mind that Kael should officially be declared the leader of their small, three-man group—he clearly had the social dexterity to handle these high-stakes, volatile situations.

However, he knew he couldn’t make that decision unilaterally. He would need to run it by Rico, the third member of their little pact, to see if he was on board with crowning Kael as the one in charge.

For now, he was content to stay in the background and watch the show.

"Yes, Aunt, and that’s exactly why I came here," Kael continued, his voice smooth and persuasive.

"I wanted to try it with you one more time, and then... well, I was hoping you’d visit our home someday so we could do it in front of my mom. She really needs to see what a true master of the craft looks like."

Suna’s laughter rang out, bright and uninhibited, as she brushed a stray hair from her face.

"Oh, sweetie, of course we’ll do it in front of your mother. Let the ceremony finish this year, and once that stress is off our shoulders, we’ll show Amber exactly how it’s done."

Kael watched a dark, competitive gleam sharpen in her eyes—the promise of a public exhibition was clearly all the motivation she needed.

The air in Suna’s living room was thick, heavy with the scent of musk. Her expression remained pleasant as she shifted slightly, her gaze flickering toward her son.

"If you want to use my body, Kael," Suna purred, her voice dripping with a dangerous, honeyed heat, "you don’t need to ask for permission. I’m tired of these ’duties’ anyway. You’re the only one who knows how to handle me properly."

She ignored Kyro completely, her focus locked entirely on the boy who had just dismantled her defenses with a few well-chosen words.

Across the room, Kyro sat in a state of awkwardness. The words stung, but the arrival of Elara offered him an immediate escape.

As the door creaked open and the girl stepped inside, her eyes—they lit up with a wild, infectious hunger. She saw Kyro, saw his hardened state, and immediately surged forward.

"Perfect," Kael muttered, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Kyro, why don’t you take Aunt Elara?"

Kyro didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet, pulling Elara into the corner.

"Lay down, Aunt Elara," he growled, his voice trembling with a mixture of pent-up frustration and sudden, explosive arousal.

Elara complied instantly, dropping to the floor and spreading her legs wide, her pussy already slick and waiting. Kyro didn’t waste a second, kneeling between her thighs and driving his cock home with a wet, squelching thwack that echoed against the floorboards.

"Oh, Kyro... yes! Right there, don’t stop!" Elara gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "fuck me hard, show me what you’re made of!"

He looked over at Kyro, who was pounding away at Elara with frantic, desperate energy.

"See, Kyro? Just push hard! Don’t worry about her—she’s yours for the hour!"

"I’m yours, Kyro! God, you feel so good!" Elara shrieked, her voice breathless and frantic, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. "Fill me up, don’t you dare stop!"