Chapter 234: Aunt Elena’s Handjob
Is that so?
Kalon found himself not fully believing the aunts reasoning, but he wasn’t going to complain.
“I don’t mind,” Kalon said.
Elena’s smile widened a fraction. She walked to the edge of the tub, dropped the towel without ceremony, and stepped into the hot water.
Her body was even fuller when naked than it had looked under the athletic top. Heavy breasts sat soft and high on her chest, nipples already tight from the air. Her stomach was flat and smooth, hips wide, thighs thick enough that they pressed together as she sank down opposite him.
She gathered water in her hands and poured it over her shoulders first, then her chest, watching him while she did it.
“You’re not shy about looking,” she said.
“You’re not shy about being looked at.”
“True.”
Elena took the soap from the side ledge and worked it between her palms until it lathered. She started at her neck with slow circles, then moved down over her collarbones and across the full weight of her breasts.
She lifted each one as she washed underneath, unhurried, fingers sliding over soft wet skin while the water lapped at her waist. Soap ran down the centre of her chest and over the curve of her stomach. She spent longer on her breasts than she needed to, thumbs passing over her nipples until they were fully hard, eyes still on him.
Kalon stayed where he was and watched.
He wondered if he should feel guilty because of Kai, but then remembered that Kai was the one that pointed out his aunt’s interest in his in the first place.
It was the reason Kalon had started to see Kai a little differently. The guy was clearly weird…
…
She washed her arms next, then her sides, then reached lower under the water with no attempt to angle herself away. When she brought her hands back up and rinsed the soap from her breasts, they swayed heavily with the movement. Water sheeted off them.
She caught him still looking and did not cover herself.
“You’re awfully quiet, young man.”
“I’m enjoying the show.”
Elena let out a soft breath that was almost a laugh. She shifted closer along the bench seating inside the tub until the water moved between them.
Her thigh brushed his under the surface. Then she held up the soap.
“Want me to wash you?”
“I can manage.”
“I’m sure you can.” She tilted her head, dark wet hair sticking to her neck and the tops of her breasts. “I’m offering anyway. You’ve been training for over an hour. Your back will be tight.”
Kalon almost refused a second time. The offer was clear enough, and so was the interest behind it.
Then he decided to do something.
He activated Arcane Sight on her.
…
What?
Dream affinity sat clear in her core. Fully awakened. No secondary elements around it. Just dream, settled and stable, the kind of rare affinity people talked about more than they ever saw.
Most fighters went their whole careers without meeting someone who had it.
That changed his interest immediately. He could learn something from the woman, perhaps.
“Alright,” he said.
Elena’s eyes sharpened with satisfaction.
“Turn around.”
Kalon turned on the submerged bench and presented his back. Elena moved in behind him, knees bracketing his hips under the water, and put soapy hands on his shoulders.
She washed him with firm pressure, working down the muscles of his back, thumbs digging in along his spine.
Her heavy breasts brushed against him every time she leaned forward, soft and hot and impossible to ignore. When she reached lower along his sides, they pressed fully against him for a second before she eased off again.
“You’re built better than the footage shows,” she murmured near his ear. “Cameras don’t get the weight of a person right.”
“You seem to have watched a lot of my footage.”
“Of course I have. Kai wouldn’t shut up about the readiness test, and then the rest of the country put you on every screen available.” Her hands moved lower along his waist. “I wanted to see if the real thing matched.”
“And?”
“It does.”
Her hands moved around to his stomach. She washed there too, slow and deliberate, fingers spreading soap across his abs before one soapy hand finally dropped under the water and wrapped around his cock.
Kalon exhaled through his nose.
Elena stroked him once, testing the length of him, then again with a proper grip. Soap and water made the slide easy from the start.
“There we go. No point pretending this wasn’t going to happen after the way you’ve been staring at me.”
She pressed her chest fully against his back and started working him with a steady, confident rhythm.
Her hand was strong and experienced, twisting slightly over the head on every upward stroke. Her other arm stayed around his waist, holding him in place while she pumped him under the surface. Every movement of her arm made her heavy breasts shift and drag against his back.
“Elena—”
“Shh. Let me.”
She sped up. The wet sound of her hand on his cock filled the space between their breathing. Kalon gripped the edge of the tub as the pressure built under her grip. She clearly knew what she was doing.
There was no awkwardness or hesitation. Just a tight, relentless stroke that pulled him straight toward the edge. When his hips tensed, she tightened her fist and kept the same pace instead of backing off.
“You’re close,” she said against his shoulder. “Don’t hold it. I want to feel it.”
Her hand stroked him through the last stretch without mercy, soapy fingers milking up the full length of him again and again.
Kalon came hard under the water, cock pulsing in her grip as thick ropes shot out into the hot bath.
Elena kept pumping him through every spurt, slower only at the very end, drawing it out of him until his thighs tensed against the bench and his breath turned rough against the steam.
Only when he finished did she give him two softer strokes and finally let go.
She rested her chin on his shoulder from behind, full wet breasts still pressed to his back, and smiled where he could not see it.
“There,” Elena said quietly. “Much better. Now you can sit through dinner without looking so wound up.”