Chapter 97: — Magic Practice.

Kael closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation of her hand.

She began to stroke him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her touch firm enough to be stimulating but gentle enough to remain grounded.

She used the soapy water to glide her hand up and down his shaft, her thumb tracing the sensitive underside, while her other hand cupped his balls and squeezed them softly.

“You have been carrying a great deal of tension, my sweet boy,” she said, her eyes locked onto his, her expression calm and unblinking. “I am here to wash it all away.”

Kael felt his breath hitch as she continued to stroke him, her touch steady and rhythmic.

The friction of the water and her touch had Kael’s arousal climbing toward a fever pitch. He was already hard, his cock throbbing in the warm water as he pressed himself against her.

She didn’t pull back or shy away; she focused entirely on the pleasure and release, her fingers expert and persistent as she cleaned him thoroughly, turning the bath into a deep, intense relief of all the physical stress he had been holding inside.

She kept stroking him, her rhythm hypnotic and demanding. Every pass of her hand dragged a low groan from his throat.

The tension coiled tight in his gut, reaching a breaking point as her fingers worked him with practiced ease.

With a final, sharp thrust of his hips, Kael lost the battle for control. He arched his back, a guttural cry escaping his lips as he began to erupt.

He shot thick, hot ropes of cum directly onto her chest and face. Some of it plastered to her chin and lips, while the rest ran down the soft skin of her breasts, mixing with the water.

Emily didn’t wipe it away. Instead, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick a glob of his seed from her lower lip. She paused, her eyes widening in genuine surprise.

She tasted it, then began to meticulously lick the creamy trails from her breasts, her expression turning from satisfied to intensely curious.

She collected every bit of it, savoring the flavor as if it were a rare delicacy, watching him the entire time with a look of insatiable interest.

“So rich,” she whispered, her voice raspy. “It tastes incredible, Kael.”

Kael’s heart was hammering, his skin flushed. “Grandma… I… I need to go,” he stammered, feeling the familiar, urgent pressure of his bladder.

She looked at him, a wicked, playful light dancing in her eyes. “Oh, do you? If your seed tastes this sweet, I wonder about the rest.”

She reached out, her fingers closing firmly around the base of his shaft. “Don’t go anywhere. Give it to me instead.”

She leaned in, her warm, wet mouth closing around the sensitive tip of his member. She sucked on it gently, her tongue flicking over the slit as she teased him, waiting for the release.

The sensation was electric. Kael couldn’t hold it back any longer; he groaned, his body shuddering as he began to piss directly into her mouth.

Emily didn’t shy away. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful, her throat working rhythmically to swallow him.

Her hand kept moving, deep, sweeping strokes up and down his shaft to squeeze out every last drop, while her other hand cupped and massaged his balls.

Overcome by the sensation, Kael reached down, his fingers tangling in her long white hair.

He pulled her head firmly toward him, wanting to be closer, wanting to fill her completely.

She obliged, taking his cock deeper down her throat until her face was buried against his crotch.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes upturned and glassy, watching him with an expression of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As the last of his pee vanished into her, Kael finally relaxed, his breathing ragged.

He pulled his hands back, his face burning with a mix of shame and adrenaline. “I… I’m so sorry, Grandma,” he whispered, his voice shaking.

Emily pulled back, wiping a stray drop from her chin. She looked up at him, her lips curved into a soft, intoxicatingly sweet smile.

She reached out, brushing a damp lock of hair from his forehead, and let out a playful, teasing laugh.

“Don’t be sorry, my dear,” she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. “Thank you for the drink. It was quite delicious.”

Kael blinked, shaking the lingering haze from his mind. Half an hour of focused cultivation under the afternoon sun had passed, but his body felt heavy and overstimulated.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Emily standing a few paces away. She looked completely pristine again, her white attire perfectly arranged, though a telltale, healthy flush remained on her cheeks.

To Kael, the way her fabric clung to her breasts was agonizingly seductive.

The image of the stern, untouchable grandmother he’d known for years was shattered; in her place stood a woman he desperately wanted to bend over and fuck like a common slut.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white, forcing those filthy, degrading thoughts into a dark corner of his mind.

He took a deep, shuddering breath to steady his racing heart and looked up at her.

“So, do I need to do something in particular, Grandma?” Kael asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

“Yes,” Emily replied, her tone perfectly cool and professional, betraying none of the events that had just unfolded in the water.

“Since you have the affinity to command plant life, focus your energy on these. I want to see how much you can make them grow before your mana runs dry. We need a baseline to understand the drain for tasks like this.”

She gestured toward a cluster of three saplings that looked like they’d been freshly transplanted into the garden. Kael stood up, his legs feeling a little weak.

He approached the first sapling, extended his hand, and funneled his mana into the roots and stem.

He visualized the wood expanding, the leaves unfurling, and the branches stretching toward the sun.

He pushed hard, feeling the rush of energy leave his core, but the drain was far more aggressive than he had anticipated.

By the time the sapling had stretched just to the height of his own shoulder, his mana core felt hollow and drained.

“Damn,” Kael cursed under his breath, his chest heaving as he stared at the sapling that had barely reached his shoulder.

“All that power and it’s only grown this much?”

The reality of his limitation stung. He had thought his mana control was decent, but he was starting to realize that forcing a plant to accelerate its biological clock was leagues beyond simply sprouting grass. It was a massive drain on his reserves.

He had realized how much of his mana was bleeding out into the soil and the air instead of being funneled directly into the plant’s cellular structure.

He sat down, forcing himself to breathe rhythmically, letting his core slowly replenish.

After fifteen minutes, the shaking in his limbs subsided. He stood up and approached the second sapling, his eyes narrowing.

He didn’t just dump his energy into it this time; he visualized the mana as a precise, concentrated thread.

He reached out, his hand hovering over the stem. Slow. Constant. Precise.

He pushed, feeling the surge of his mana traveling not as a flood, but as a controlled stream.

He kept his focus locked entirely on the sapling, shutting out everything else—even the distracting, vivid memory of the woman standing just a few feet away, her body still damp from their time together.

He forced himself to guide every drop of energy into the plant’s core, ensuring not a single bit was wasted.

Under his steady guidance, the sapling began to pulse with a faint, green light, stretching and thickening with a much cleaner, more efficient growth pattern.

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[Emily]