Chapter 225: Cat Mommy Milkers

"Hey, Rony, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

Kaisen asked, his fingers idly stroking the kid's hair, dangerously close to brushing against Rodalina's breasts. His touch was like a lazy snake, slowly slithering towards forbidden territory.

Rony's answer was muffled, his face pressed into his mom's boobs like he was using them as his personal marshmallow pillows.

"Uhhh... I want to be a hero..."

"A hero, huh? What kind of hero?"

Kaisen asked, his lips curling into a sly smile.

He shifted, sitting on the floor, pretending to look out the window at the pouring rain. The way he positioned himself, you'd think butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

But the way his eyes kept darting back, it was clear he was waiting for some action—waiting for that "accidental" moment when things would get hot.

Rodalina, meanwhile, was having a crisis of her own. This damn breeding season was hitting her hard.

Her body was burning up, a throbbing ache pulsing through her that was more urgent than a fire alarm.

She could feel her pussy practically dripping with need, and the casual touch of Kaisen's hand so close to her boobs was like a match teasing the edge of gasoline.

Her nipples were stiffening under her dress, practically begging to be sucked, and she felt a familiar, treacherous wetness pooling between her thighs.

Roland hadn't given her any attention for years, the bastard. Ignored her needs while she practically begged for a fuck.

She'd taken to using her fingers to get off, sometimes her tail, imagining it was a cock filling her up.

Even when other guys would leer at her, Rodalina had always kept her cool. Her body was reserved for Roland and Roland alone.

And if he wasn't in the mood, then her trusty toys or even her tail would have to do the job.

But now, looking at this boy in front of her, temptation was knocking at her door like a goddamn debt collector.

His touch from earlier had sent a spark through her body, and the way he had strolled into her hut, acting like he owned the place, was almost admirable in its cockiness.

And that thing he did to calm Roland down—it wasn't just impressive, it was practically magic.

Actually, it was magic. She could smell the mana rolling off him like the scent of rain before a storm. This guy was a mage, and a powerful one at that.

But unlike other mages, whose power felt oppressive and dark, his magic was... comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Her nipples had been rock hard ever since he walked in, poking through her simple tunic like they were trying to make an escape.

Her tail was swishing back and forth, a sure sign of her agitation. And, damn it all, she could feel her pussy getting wetter with every passing second, her breaths coming in short, needy gasps.

'Oh no, oh fuck, this is bad. Really, really bad. I need to get out of here, or think about something else. Anything else other than this feeling.'

She had been in the middle of a solo session, furiously masturbating, just before Kaisen had barged in. And she hadn't finished—hadn't even come close.

Maybe if she'd gotten off, she wouldn't be reacting this way, ready to jump his bones just because his hand had brushed up against her boobs.

She managed to say, her voice a little shaky. Then she caught Kaisen looking at her, a wicked glint in his eyes that made her stomach do flips.

His gaze was hot, like he could see right through her clothes to the skin beneath. There was a hunger in his eyes, a kind of raw, primal hunger.

She felt her pussy throb as she caught the predatory gleam in the man's eyes. God, she knew that look. It was the look of a man who was ready to breed her senseless.

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry as she watched him lick his lips, slow and deliberate.

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of those lips wrapping around her nipples, his teeth gently teasing them while his hands explored every inch of her body.

"Mom, you're breathing really hard. Are you okay?"

Rony's innocent voice yanked her back from the edge of her dirty daydream.

"Y-yes, dear, I'm fine."

She stammered, trying to compose herself while feeling like her whole body was on fire.

She glanced at Kaisen, who now wore a grin as innocent as a saint, like he hadn't been the center of her wild fantasies just seconds ago.

'Fuck, what is wrong with me?!'

Rodalina thought, her face burning hotter than a midsummer sun. How could she be imagining such filthy things about a stranger? A

nd yet, looking at him, with that cocky grin and that devil-may-care attitude, he was all she could think about. It didn't help that his touch had felt like a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

"Rony, listen," Kaisen said casually, still watching the rain. "

Being a hero isn't about swinging the biggest sword or knowing the flashiest spells. It's about how you use what you've got. Sometimes, a hero doesn't need magic at all. Sometimes, he just needs his hands."

He smirked, his eyes flickering to Rodalina for a split second before returning to the downpour outside.

Rony nodded, his head bobbing up and down under Kaisen's hand, almost like the man was trying to pat the poor kid's brains out through his skull.

Rodalina's eyes locked onto Kaisen's hand, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of it. The way his pale skin contrasted with her son's dark hair made her imagination run wild.

All she could think about was that hand roaming over her body, pushing her down, caressing her in places that had been neglected for too long.

She imagined those fingers slipping inside her, and his mouth, oh god, his mouth on her nipples, sucking and teasing.

'Get yourself together, Rodalina!'

She mentally slapped herself. This was nuts. What were the chances a stunningly handsome young man would show up at her hut right when she was at her most desperate?

It felt like the universe was playing a cruel prank.

"But I thought heroes knew thousands of magic spells and combat arts?"

Rony's voice pulled her from her dirty thoughts, his head shifting from her left breast to her right. Rodalina watched in slow motion, every movement accentuated.

Kaisen's hand, which had been resting on Rony's head, did not follow the little boy's movement and it came crashing straight to her...