The soft light of dawn filled Kael's room, announcing the start of another day. He lay in his small bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as his mind wandered in reflections about his current life. He let out a long sigh and crossed his arms behind his head, starting an internal monologue that had beco a morning tradition.
"So... this is what they call progress? Wake up, study, eat, repeat." He frowned and turned his face to the side.
"It was so much easier when all I needed to start the day was... well... breakfast straight from mom's chest." He chuckled quietly. "No work, no effort... just comfort and instant satisfaction." ... "Except for her boobs being ridiculously beautiful and big."
He sat up, his eyes half-closed from sleep as he scratched his head.
"Now? Now I have to sit at the table like a good boy, eat toast and porridge while everyone pretends they're not treating like a baby prince." He looked at his own hands.
"But the worst part is... I eat more now. Like, way more. My body demands it, but no one understands how much I miss the simplicity of before."
After stretching lazily, Kael got out of bed and walked to the small table where his magic books were stacked. He picked one up and began flipping through the pages, his eyes dancing between the lines of text and the complex diagrams.
"Magic..." he murmured, turning a page with his finger. "This thing is so simple in theory, but when I try to put it into practice... it's like the universe looks at and says, 'Haha, not so fast, champ.'" He tapped his finger on a diagram of a magic circle.
"I know what this ans. I know how it works. But making it happen? It's like trying to teach a fish to fly." Kael huffed and closed the book with a light thud.
"At least I can control the wind now. I an, most of the ti." He gave a half-proud smile.
"That's progress, right? But then my mom cos along and says, 'You're too young to learn magic! Wait a few more years!' Like I'm so normal child." He laughed to himself.
"They hardly know... that I'm already a genius in the making... Who am I kidding, I can't cast a single spell or create anything from scratch, I can only manipulate the wind around ."
He looked out the window, watching the sunlight bathe the garden. Sothing inside him pulsed with determination, an insatiable desire to understand, to grow. He knew life was different now, more complicated, but also full of possibilities. And he was determined to seize every one of them, even if he had to uncover the secrets of magic on his own.
"Well, ti to face another day." He gave his own cheek a light slap, as if to wake himself up for good. "The world won't bend to my will while I'm lying in bed. Let's go, Kael, ti to do magic... or at least try not to blow anything up today."
Kael descended the stairs, still adjusting the sleeves of his shirt. His steps were light, but not enough to muffle the sound of what seed like organized chaos coming from the living room. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped and raised an eyebrow, observing the almost surreal scene unfolding before him.
Elion was in the middle of the room, moving like a whirlwind of efficiency. Her long red hair swayed as she cast spells here and there, rearranging the furniture and apparently transforming the entire decor. The simple chairs in the room now glead with golden details and elegant carvings. The modest couch had beco sothing worthy of a royal hall, with embroidered cushions and a magical tapestry covering the backrest. Even the rug seed to have been replaced with sothing that could have co straight from an epic tale.
"What... is going on here?" Kael asked, crossing his arms as he watched his mother conjure a floating shelf full of luxurious books that, he was sure, hadn't existed until minutes ago.
Elion quickly turned, looking surprised to see him there. But she quickly composed herself, smoothing down the impeccably formal dress she was wearing, now more formal than usual.
"Oh, Kael! Good morning, dear." Her voice was sweeter than usual, which only raised his suspicion.
Kael narrowed his eyes. "Right... soone... is coming?"
Elion blinked, her expression softening for a mont before returning to her busy posture. She began adjusting a flower vase that glowed faintly with magic.
"Nobody important. Just a routine visit." She said, as if that were enough to end the conversation.
Kael scoffed, unbelieving.
"Routine visit? Mom, you're remodeling the entire house with luxury magic. That doesn't scream 'routine.' It screams more like 'soone important is coming and I want to impress' or 'I can't look humble!'" Kael mimicked his mother.
Elion stopped, turning to him with a forced smile. "You're very observant for soone so young."
"Bla your upbringing," Kael replied with a mischievous grin. "Now, who are you?"
Elion shot him a puzzled look, a crooked smile forming as she scratched her cheek, trying to think quickly. "So... uh..." She murmured, as if trying to stall for ti.
"No one Speci-" She didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. The air around her suddenly shifted, and then...
KNOCK! KNOCK!
'Oh crap!' Elion thought, her smile turning into an expression of pure apprehension. She quickly turned and walked to the door, already knowing what awaited her. When she opened it, she ca face to face with a woman.
She was practically identical to Elion, but with an aura of maturity that made her appear at least ten years older. If Elion looked about 25, this woman was definitely around 35. A true "milf." Her red hair, more intense than Elion's, cascaded in silky waves around her face, while her red eyes with golden flecks seed to pierce right through to the soul. The dress she wore was, without a doubt, an invitation for trouble—tight and revealing, exposing more skin than it should. Long stockings completed the bold look. Her posture and gaze told of a powerful, experienced woman.
"M-Mom..." Elion murmured, his voice low and embarrassed, ducking his head like a child about to be scolded.
"I'm glad you still rember that you have a mother." The woman said with an amused smile, but with a sharp look that made anyone feel a little uncomfortable. She watched Elion with a disapproving expression before turning her gaze to Kael, the three-year-old boy who was standing a little behind Elion, watching everything with innocent curiosity. His reddish eyes shone for a mont, perhaps recognizing sothing in the little boy.
"You really wanted to keep it a secret, huh?" she asked in a sweet voice, but her tone was clearly laden with ulterior motives. She wasn't being rude, but the way she looked at Kael let anyone know that she was a woman of few words but many intentions.
Elion swallowed dryly, "Mother -". Before he could finish, she had disappeared and was already holding her grandson in her lap, her full breasts drowning him in irresistible softness.
"Why didn't you tell I'd beco a grandmother?" She quarreled with her daughter as Kael felt his grandmother pressing his small body even harder against hers. Her full breasts enveloped him completely, like a soft, warm pillow.
"Another hot redhead! I'm going to die!" Kael thought imdiately as he slled the fragrant scent of his grandmother's breasts. The sensation was delicious, a mixture of softness and firmness that left him breathless. He could feel her stiff nipples pressed against his face, begging for attention.
Grandma smiled mischievously at her grandson, sensing his growing arousal. "You're so cute! Darling, look how he feels in my arms!" She squeezed the little boy even tighter against her body, rubbing his face against her breasts.
"M-mom, I really think you should stop-" Elion tried to interrupt, but before he could finish, he felt his body being lifted by a powerful magic.
The next thing she knew, both she and her little boy were being squeezed even tighter in the embrace of the older woman who insisted on drowning them with her breasts, as if they were being consud by her very presence.
"Idiot!" Her voice rang out, full of frustration. "If only you had told you wanted a child, I would have helped you raise it! Rember, I'm the Witch Queen!" She exclaid with affectionate fury, and Kael's countenance crumbled into a broken expression of disbelief.
[The Charm trait has been activated in "Eleonor Scarlet"]
'M-my grandmother is the QUEEN OF THE WITCHES?!!!'
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