Daniel narrowed his eyes, gaze fixed on Anthony while he walked toward the stable.
Surprisingly, the elderly man didn't ask for any coin, instead giving him the hay as a gift.
"Thanks, sir. I won't forget your kindness," he said with a polite expression.
Then, he walked away and made it home just before sunset turned to dusk.
…
*Knock-Knock*
"Coming…" Jessica called from inside the house.
*creeek*
"Oh my… you arrived at the perfect time," she said, grinning:
"What? Did I?" Daniel asked softly.
"Yes, I just set the stew pot on the trivet," she said, smiling. "Come in…"
Daniel stepped inside and walked beside her toward the kitchen. The aroma of the frinto fish stew filled the air with warm, pleasant and inviting.
*Snifff~*
"Ah… this smell… It's so wonderful," he said with a satisfied expression.
She noticed his reaction.
Jessica calmly picked up a ladle and poured a good amount of boiling soup into a small bowl.
"Mm… why don't you taste it and tell me, how is it…" she said with a smile on her face.
Daniel carefully took the bowl and gently blew across the surface for a second, before taking a sip.
*hoo~ hoo~*
*shlurrrp~*
"Yum!"
Jessica smiled warmly with pride when she saw the satisfied look on Daniel's face. She was happy deep inside.
"Shall we eat, Daniel?" she said, smiling.
He looked down at his satchel. "Um… I was thinking of bathing first before eating. I'm kind of sweaty right now."
She laughed lightly. "Oh, that's even better. Come… let me show you your room."
Jessica walked out of the kitchen, and Daniel followed her hypnotic, heavy ass. They climbed the stairs and turned left into a small room.
*creeek*
The room was simple and modest, a single bed with a white pillow, a table with a chair by the window, and a dusty wardrobe for clothes.
She explained to Daniel, that it had once been her son's room, but after he got admission to the finest school in the kingdom, this room had been left unused for years.
"Make yourself at home. I'll be right back," Jessica said with a smile as she left the room.
*Thud*
As soon as she left, Daniel slid his satchel under the bed, safe and secure. Then, he peeled off his shirt and dropped it onto the bed.
A minute later, Jessica returned with two white towels.
"Here is your towel, Daniel. And the well is in the backyard," she said softly.
"I know, Aunt," he lied, heading out.
She let out a quiet laugh. "Heh… That inner-kid of his, hasn't forget the place yet."
Daniel washed himself quickly. The backyard was calm, plain and almost dark, two ropes stretched between four wooden poles on the corner, swaying gently where drying clothes had once hung.
Clean but slightly damp, he returned to his room, got dressed, and toweled his hair into a deliberate messy style.
Then he walked downstairs.
"Aunt…" he called.
Jessica emerged from her room on the left side of the stairs. "Yes, Daniel?"
"I need some oil and a comb for my hair," he said with a neutral face.
She looked at him and noticed his hair—dry, messy, and tangled. "Come inside, Daniel."
Daniel stepped into her room. The first thing that made his eye's wide was a huge bed, spacious enough for three to sleep comfortably without crowding.
The walls of the room were walnut colour, with a wardrobe at one edge and a tall wooden mirror on the right standing beside the cupboard.
Jessica pulled open a drawer, fetched a comb, a palm-sized glass bottle of coconut oil, and handed them to him.
He began moisturising his hair in front of the mirror, while Jessica stood beside him, watching quietly.
"Aunt, who is that lady we met at the market?" he asked. "Is she well-known or something?"
Jessica chuckled softly. "Yes… she's the Mayor's wife."
"Oh… I see. No wonder why people were greeting her."
Daniel calmly asked about her friendship with Tressa. She shared nostalgic stories, her voice warming with memory.
…
"Oh… that's interesting," he said, gaze drifting to her hair. "Umm… Aunt, your hair looks actually dry for some reason?"
She ran her fingers through her hair, rubbing it back and forth and felt just how dry and rough it was.
"Oh, yes… you're right, my hair looks so… dry right now."
Daniel smiled inwardly.
"Aunt, how about I moisturize it for you," he said, already pouring a small dollop into his palm.
She smiled softly. "Aww… That's sweet, Daniel. But your aunt can do it herself,"
But Daniel wasn't the type of person to give up that easily when it comes to seizing an opportunity.
He insisted quiet and stubborn in his own way, again and again, keeping his tone low, steady and innocent.
"Please, Aunt. Please… It's the least I can do."
'Before I fuck your depressed pussy.'
"Okay… if you want to help your aunt that much," she replied, sitting at the edge of the bed, her hands resting in her lap.
Daniel climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged behind her.
'Damn, this ass is covering most of the edge. Fuck… calm down, my little brother… not now, just hold for a few hours."
Then he began moisturizing her hair with coconut oil.
"Aunt, what happened next… after you slapped that boy?" he said, trying to distract her.
Jessica smiled. "Oh, then the boy got angry and tried to punch me with his bare fist. But suddenly, Tressa appeared out of nowhere and kicked him between the thighs—"
"Ouch… Agh… that must've hurt..."
"Yes… in a second, he was on the ground, crying in pain. Hehe..."
As she spoke, Daniel gently rub her scalp and started massaging it, slow and deliberate.
*rub-rub-scritch-scritch*
"Mm… ah… that feels so… relaxing, Daniel" she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Anything for you, Aunt Jess…" he replied softly.
'Hehe… it's just a trailer, Aunt. I can give you more pleasure than this… just let me pull some strings first.'
In the end, Daniel plucked three long strands of her freshly moisturised hair right between his fingers, and she didn't notice a thing.
"Daniel, let's eat before it gets cold," she said with a relaxed smile on her face.
"Hehe… Aunt. You just said what I was about to say."
They were both smiling, chatting as they walked toward the kitchen, when suddenly a loud knock echoed from the door.
*Knock!-Knock!*
They froze and turned, eyes fixed on the entrance.
*Knock!-Knock!*
Jessica cracked the door open, her eyes went wide. In front of her stood Gary, her husband, half slumped, between his two friends.
"Hey, Mrs. Gary. Umm… sorry, your husband's a little drunk. Heh…" Levin said, flashing a nervous grin.