Chapter 233: Aunt’s Appearance
Kai’s aunt walked over without hurry.
Up close she was even fuller than she had looked from across the field. Soft through the chest and hips, with a flat stomach that still sat firm under the tight athletic top, and strong thighs filling out the dark leggings.
Her bust was heavy enough that the fabric strained across it with every step. It reminded Kalon of Sky Queen Seraphina’s G-Cups.
She stopped in front of Kalon and looked him over openly, eyes moving from his face to his shoulders, then lower, before coming back up again.
"So you’re Manchester," she said. "You’re taller than you look on the clips."
"People say that a lot lately."
Thanks to formidable body...
Her mouth curved.
"I’m sure they do."
She circled him half a step, still examining him like she had every right to. The athletic top pulled tight across her breasts when she folded her arms under them.
"Your hands look solid. Stance is better than most of the boys Kai brings through here. You actually train, or do you just win on talent?"
"Both," Kalon said.
That got a short quiet laugh out of her.
"Honest. I like that."
She glanced over her shoulder at Kai.
"The fields is yours Nephew. I’m done training, I’ll just watch now."
Kai exhaled through his nose. "You always watch."
"Like a good auntie should." She waved him off without looking away from Kalon. "Go on. I want to see what the news keeps shouting about."
Kai muttered something under his breath and moved toward the centre of the field.
Kalon used the moment to open her detailed seduction screen before following.
「Elena Renn」
- Seduction Stage One: 5%
「Physical Highlights」
- F-Cup breasts
- Soft thick thighs
- Wide hips
- Mature face with sharp eyes
- Long dark hair
「Kinks & Enjoyments」
- Young, strong men
- Direct compliments on her body
「Sexual History」
- Orgasm Count: 214
- Previous Partners: 2
「Unique Information」
- Twice divorced
- Uses her nephew’s training field whenever she stays in the city
- Already decided Kalon is attractive enough to flirt with
Younger men. That explained the way she kept looking at him. Not only that, but her seduction towards him had already crept upwards.
Elena stepped back toward the edge of the field, arms still folded under her chest in a way that only pushed her breasts up further against the tight top.
"Well?" she called. "Are you two going to train, or stand there looking pretty?"
...
They trained hard for over an hour.
Kai was better than most people at their level. Clean footwork. Good timing. He could take a hit and stay composed.
Kalon kept most of his higher skills out of it and worked him through pressure, counters, and short exchanges until both of them were sweating through their gear.
Elena watched the whole time from the side. She called out corrections to Kai when his guard drifted, told him to stop dropping his right elbow, and more than once let her eyes stay on Kalon through whole sequences without any attempt to hide it.
During a water break Kai dropped onto the bench beside him and spoke quietly, still breathing hard.
"I think my aunt likes you."
Kalon glanced over. Elena was retying her hair at the edge of the field. The movement pulled her athletic top tight across her heavy chest, and she caught Kalon looking before she finished the knot. She did not look embarrassed about it.
"You think so," Kalon said.
"I’ve seen her watch fighters before. Not like that." Kai took a drink from his bottle and shrugged. "She’s always been like this. Says what she wants. Does what she wants. Doesn’t really do embarrassment. Even when I was younger she never pretended to be soft about men she found interesting."
Kalon found that stranger than Kai seemed to. Most men would have felt at least a little off about their aunt staring at a friend through a full training session. Kai said it the same way he might comment on the weather.
Kalon filed it away and ignored it.
"Come on," he said, standing. "One more round."
Kai grinned and pushed himself up. "Try not to show off too hard. She’ll only stare more."
...
By the time they finished, the light on the field had shifted toward late afternoon.
Kalon’s arms were warm from the work. Kai was bent over with his hands on his knees, sweating through his shirt. Elena had not left the field once. She walked over while Kalon was still wiping his face and packing his things into his bag.
"I’ll head out," Kalon said. "Thanks for the session."
Elena stopped in front of him and shook her head.
"No you won’t. Kai’s mother is away until tomorrow. I’m cooking. You’re eating here."
Kai raised his brows and straightened up. "You’re cooking?"
"I live here half the month, I can use the kitchen."
Elena looked back at Kalon. Her cheeks were lightly flushed from standing in the sun, and a thin line of sweat sat in the hollow of her throat above the tight neckline of her top.
"You did good work out there. Stay for food. Go have a bath while it starts. You both smell like a sparring yard."
Kalon considered refusing for half a second, then nodded once.
"Alright."
"Good." Elena pointed toward the side of the main house. "Guest bath is down that hall, second door. Towels are already in there. Don’t take an hour. I’m not making food for it to go cold."
Kai clapped Kalon once on the shoulder as he passed.
"She’s a great cook."
...
The guest bath was large and clean, with a deep tub already filling under hot water.
Kalon stripped off his training gear, left it folded by the wall, and stepped in.
The heat pulled the leftover strain out of his shoulders and back.
He sat against the edge and let the water rise around him, eyes closed for a short stretch while the house stayed quiet beyond the door.
He was halfway through washing the sweat off his arms when the door opened.
Elena stepped in and shut it behind her.
She was wearing nothing but a towel. The cloth sat low across her full breasts and stopped high on her strong thighs, leaving the soft outer curve of her hips bare. Her stomach showed between the edges of the towel, rounded and smooth. Water from the hall light caught on her collarbones and the upper swell of her chest. Her dark hair was down now, and she looked at him without any of the earlier public distance.
"Hope you don’t mind," she said. "The other bath’s being retiled."
Kalon met her eyes and did not look away.
Elena’s towel slipped a fraction as she adjusted it under her bust. Heavy soft flesh pressed against the cloth, and she smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing as she stepped further into the room.