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"You're up? You never rose this late. You must've been feeling some real exhaustion welled up within you from all those work over the last five years."
Her voice stirred him before his senses did.
A soft voice. Hoarse from sleep. Familiar.
Eren blinked groggily as warmth poured down his cheek. The sunlight, bold and bright, had crept through the window slats and now landed directly on both of them. The wooden shutters were half-open above their heads, and the light kissed his skin in thick, golden lines.
He still couldn't believe it.
A new life. A new body. Far from his old, overworked existence and endless shifts.
He squinted.
The ceiling was made of roughly hewn wood planks. He was lying on something soft, but close to the floor—a mattress-pallet laid directly over woven mats. The room smelled faintly of oiled timber, clean linens, and lavender.
Last night.
His heart skipped.
His Aunt. Her tits. That slow grope under the blanket. The weight. The softness. The heat.
Eren's eyes shifted to his side.
His step-aunt—Mira Voss—was already sitting upright on a small stool, back toward him, naked inside the bathroom attached to the room. The doors were fully open.
Her nightgown lay outside, tossed casually to the side. The warmth where her body had lain still lingered in the air.
"Come on," she called. "You've got morning smell. Get in here before it gets cold."
He blinked.
"...With you?"
"What, you afraid of soap?" she teased from behind the doorway. "I'll wash your back. It's not like we haven't bathed before, you big shy mule."
Eren paused. His heart jumped again—but he followed.
He stepped into the bathroom without looking directly at her.
The bath was a simple affair. A deep, square wooden tub was already steaming in the corner, its water warm and filled with fresh herbs and soap foam. A bar of hard lye-soap rested in a basin nearby. A small, handled scrub-cloth lay beside it.
Mira was already pouring warm water over her shoulders with a ladle, water streaming down her naked body.
She was completely bare.
Eren immediately looked away—but not before catching the sway of her massive tits as she turned, barely concealed by her long hair.
She didn't flinch. "Back," she said, motioning for him to sit in front of her on a small stool.
He nodded.
He removed his top and slid it toward the doorway.
He still had his trousers on—because there was nothing beneath. Just a thin piece of cloth to hide his embarrassment from his aunt.
"You'll bathe with trousers on? There's a separate space for them to get cleaned. Remove them."
She said it plainly—and before he could even give his opinion, he felt her hands at his waist. She was sitting behind him now, her fingers tugging at his pants.
She slid them down before he could even say a word.
"Now you go. Toss them aside and sit. I'll wash your back."
Eren was flushed. His face was red, ear to ear. He obeyed, covering his dick with both hands as he lowered himself onto the seat.
"You know," she said casually, lathering the soap into the cloth, "this is the first time since you came here that I've seen you sleep past the roosters. I'm not mad, though. You finally looked peaceful."
She smiled.
"I'm glad."
Eren swallowed.
Her hand touched his back.
He twitched. Hard.
"Is something wrong, Eren?"
"No—nothing. It's fine."
She began scrubbing his back—slow and firm. Her strong hands moved across his shoulders, then down the ridges of his muscles. Her knuckles brushed occasionally along his ribs.
He nudged at every touch. This was the first time in his life—after his mother—that someone had rubbed his back. And that too, a seductive and lucrative woman like this one—his aunt—a MILF.
The heat. The steam. Her touch—
It was too much.
He bit his lip.
His dick was fully hard now, standing upright, bobbing slightly with each breath. He angled his legs inward, tried to cover it with his hands—anything.
He thought he was doing a good job.
But Mira's eyes dipped from the side.
Just once.
She saw it.
The full size. The veiny thickness. The desperate twitch, standing proud and throbbing.
She had never seen it like this.
She had seen his dick on multiple occasions in the past—but never like this. Not this big, this muscular, this alive.
And something about seeing it now… stirred something inside her.
Her heart skipped a beat.
An itch, deep inside her thighs.
But she didn't voice it.
Only a small hum left her throat as she rinsed the cloth again.
"Your turn?" Eren offered weakly.
Author's Note:
Updates may be a bit slow. I'll do my best to speed things up, but I can't make any promises—I'm also working on my other novels.
If you'd like to check them out, here they are:
Cultivating with My Busty Landlady: MILF System Activated
My New System Helps Me Get MILFs
MILFs & Masterplans: My Overpowered Life in Another World
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the ride!