"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."
As she spoke, Mira turned Eren toward her, slipping her fingers into his waistband. Before he could react—
Schkk—
His pants slid down in one swift motion. The moment the fabric dropped past his thighs, something large and heavy swung forward, smacking Mira right in the face. She recoiled, hand flying to her cheek.
"What was that?!" she gasped, cupping the spot where it had hit her before looking back at Eren.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern etched across his face.
With a sigh, Mira nodded. "Yes, I am…" But when she looked at him again, something was different.
The thing that had struck her stood there—right in front of her face—proud, rigid… and twitching.
Mira froze for a moment, unable to comprehend what had just happened—until Eren hastily covered it with his hand.
But it was already too late.
"Haa…" Mira gasped. "Eren… what's this?"
Her gaze dropped to the thick shape barely concealed by his palm.
Eren's eyes darted sideways, his heart pounding.The first day… and this… he thought, sweat prickling his neck as embarrassment burned through him. He turned, intending to flee, but Mira caught his wrist.
"Wait, Eren. Did you hurt it?" she asked with genuine concern.
Before he could stop her, she moved his hands aside—and the heavy, twitching thing was once again right before her face.
Eren's instinct screamed to cover himself, but Mira held firm, brushing his hands away completely. Slowly, she brought her fingers toward his shaft.
Mira's fingers crept forward, the tips tracing along his shaft until one nail grazed the sensitive skin. A sharp twitch ran through him, and she immediately drew her hand back in surprise.
"Did that hurt?" she asked softly, genuine concern shadowing her features.
Eren could barely think, much less speak. The heat rushing through him made his pulse pound in his ears. Mira's eyes searched his face, then, without hesitation, her hand returned—firmer this time—wrapping around the thick base. She felt the weight of it, the heat radiating against her palm. Another twitch, but she didn't release him.
Her gaze lingered, studying every inch. "Eren… all the times I've washed you before…" She paused, brow furrowing. "It was never like this."
Her other hand slid to his hip, fingers pressing into him as she pulled him closer. The closeness made him swallow hard; her warm breath ghosted against him as she inspected him from up close.
Moments passed—her expression shifting from worried to something more resolute.
"We need to see a doctor," she announced, suddenly letting go. The abrupt loss of her grip made Eren flinch.
She turned toward the door, but his voice broke out before he could stop himself. "Wait, Aunt Mira!"
"Mmm?" Mira turned back to him, her eyes curious.
What do I even say now? Eren's thoughts raced, but before he could speak, Mira's voice cut through.
"Don't hide it from me, Eren. You always keep things to yourself, never letting me help you." She paused, her gaze flicking downward. "But this time… it's serious. It's so full it looks like it's about to explode. We have to get out whatever's in it."
She turned as if to leave. Panic stirred in Eren's chest—he had to stop her before she made a spectacle of this in a doctor's ward.
His mind churned frantically until a single, desperate thought struck him.
I don't want to do this… he grimaced inwardly. But there's no other way.
"Aunt Mira… there is a way," he said, his voice low.
She stopped and glanced back. "Oh?"
"But…" His gaze flickered, hesitation warring with urgency. "You'd… need to help me with it."
Mira stilled for a moment, studying him. Then, a slow smile curved her lips. She stepped forward, closing the distance until she stood right in front of him.
"Gladly," she murmured.