With a newfound determination burning in his chest, Kael pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway.
As he turned a corner, the soft echo of a familiar voice reached him.
"Miss Lisa, please play safely—you'll fall again," Ellie's gentle scolding drifted through the corridor.
Kael paused mid-step. A smirk slowly crept onto his face. Bingo. He recognized the sweet, soothing tone of Ellie, the ever-dutiful maid who watched over the household like a shadow. But her voice wasn't what had him turning. It was the idea she just gave him.
Lust demanded indulgence. And Ellie, ever-so-sweet, always near, always vulnerable… was the perfect beginning.
"I know exactly who my first target is," Kael muttered with a low chuckle.
He stepped out of the house and into the backyard. The air was warm, lit by the golden hues of the setting sun. The scent of blooming flowers drifted lazily in the wind.
In the garden, Lisa ran in circles, laughing freely.
But it was Ellie who caught his eyes.
She stood a little farther, hands folded in front of her, silently watching over Lisa like a guardian. She wore a plain brown gown as always, nothing flashy or fitted.
But Kael's eyes had changed. He could now see beyond what others ignored.
Her figure, though hidden under dress, was unmistakable.
Her waist curved inward, making her ass stick out just right like they were made to be grabbed and held hard. Her breasts were pressed tight against that thin fabric, rising and falling slow like she was teasing without even trying.
Her neck was pale and soft-looking, just begging for someone to wrap their hands around it or bury their mouth there. Loose strands of her dark hair fell messily around her face, only making her look more tempting
Aunt Ellie... you have been hiding all this behind that uniform?
Kael licked his lips unconsciously. The system had awakened a hunger in him—not just for strength, but for the pleasures that would bring it.
He walked towards her, his steps confident, measured.
Just then, as if the world conspired with his thoughts, Ellie leaned forward to tend to a flower. Her gown stretched tight over her ass, daring him to look closer.
That dress, once plain and simple, now showcased every curve it so desperately tried to hide. Kael's fists clenched at his sides, fighting the flood of filthy thoughts crashing through his mind.
She doesn't even know what she's doing to me...
Every motion she made fed the storm of lust energy beginning to wild out inside his core.
He closed the gap between them, until he stood directly behind her—close enough to feel the heat radiating off her back.
Ellie, unaware, was still focused on adjusting a bent stalk.
Then she straightened up and her body pressed hard against his.
Her hips slammed against his cock, pressing him sharply through his clothes. Kael didn't move away.
The sudden contact sent a jolt through both of them.
Ellie gasped, freezing like she had seen a ghost. Her hands shot to her sides, trembling as she registered the presence of him behind her.
"Kael?!" she stammered, turning her head slightly. "W-What are you—?!"
Kael didn't let her finish.
He pushed forward, slow but firm, grinding the bulge of his cock against the soft curve of her ass.
His hands slid around her arms, holding her steady, making sure she felt every inch of him. He leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear.
"Sorry," he whispered, his tone anything but apologetic. "You startled me."
Ellie shivered. "Y-You were behind me the whole time?"
"I couldn't help myself," he murmured, caressing her arms playfully. "You looked... too beautiful bent over like that."
She didn't answer.
His touch sent another wave of shivers down her spine. Ellie's breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively shifted forward, desperate to create space. Her eyes opened wide with disbelief, cheeks burning hot.
"Y-Young master... what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
There was fear in it—not the kind born from danger, but the kind that came from uncertainty.
She had known Kael since he was a child. She had bathed him, fed him, scolded him, and comforted him. He was family in all but blood.
She was used to his teasing, his occasional flirtatious jabs, but this... this wasn't that.