By the time Kyle reached the edge of the village, night had fully settled in. The heavy sack thudded against his back with every step.
His body ached from head to toe, muscles sore and stiff after hours spent in the forest—yet his mind remained calm, quietly satisfied.
The mayor's house stood where it always had, modest and familiar, a faint glow spilling from its windows into the dark.
Kyle slowed his pace as he approached, then raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.
A moment passed. Then the door creaked open.
Eleanor was standing there, worry clearly visible on her face.
"Kyle!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been? You're so late."
Her worry for Kyle outweighed her lust at that moment. Given the high level of affection she had for him, it was only natural.
"I'm sorry," Kyle said, offering her a faint smile. "I got held up longer than I expected."
Her shoulders relaxed just a little as she looked him over, her worry easing when she found nothing out of place.
"...You should've said something," she muttered, stepping aside. "Come in."
Kyle entered the house, the familiar warmth wrapping around him. Alden was seated at the dining table, papers spread out before him—documents related to village matters.
The moment he noticed Kyle, he stood up.
"There you are!" he said, relief evident in his tone. "I was beginning to think something had happened."
"I'm fine." Kyle replied calmly.
Without another word, he stepped forward and placed the sack onto the table with a dull thud. The sound alone drew Alden's attention.
Alden blinked, his eyes instinctively dropping to it. "What's this...?"
Kyle didn't answer immediately. Instead, his eyes flared crimson.
"Alden," Kyle said calmly as he rested a hand on the sack. "I want you to sell these tusks for me."
"And neither of you will ask how I obtained so many. You won't find it strange... and you won't be surprised if I bring back even more in the future."
He paused a little, then he continued, just as smoothly. "You will also never notice when my eyes change."
The commands settled deep, threading itself naturally into their thoughts as the crimson glow faded.
The room returned to normal.
Alden blinked once, then nodded as if nothing unusual had happened. "Of course," he said easily. "I'll take care of it."
Eleanor nodded her head slightly as well, her earlier worry still present but without any trace of confusion.
Satisfied, Kyle turned away without waiting for anything else.
"I'm going to sleep now," he added casually.
Kyle headed upstairs, his movements slower now that the tension had left his body. Once inside his room, he closed the door behind him and let out a long breath.
He crossed the room, barely bothering to remove his clothes, and let himself fall onto the bed.
The moment he hit the bed, the soreness caught him up all at once. The events of the day had taken their toll far more than he'd expected.
He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
Kyle stirred. His eyes opened slowly, unfocused as the sound reached him again.
He turned his head toward the window. Moonlight spilled faintly through the glass.
`Still night?` he frowned.
Another knock echoed against the door.
"You've got to be kidding me," he murmured.
With a sigh, he swung his legs off the bed and stood. Then, he moved toward the door.
He reached for the handle and opened it—Then froze.
Kyle's eyes widened in surprise when he saw who stood beyond the door.
"W-were you sleeping?" she trembled, lust was clear in her voice. "I-I'm sorry..."
Kyle swallowed hard.
"My... my body aches," Her deep breath carries a soft moan "C-could you... give me a massage?"
`What the hell?!`
There was no one behind the door except Eleanor.
And yet, she felt nothing like the Eleanor he knew.
Her expression were seductive, her hair flowed freely down her back instead of resting over her shoulder as usual, framing her flushed face.
Kyle looked at her face for a moment, then his eyes slid down slightly.
Her huge breasts was visible through the sheer nightgown without any bra as her pink nipples formed peaks under it.
Then, his eyes slid down even further.
Her waist was soft and curvy, just the way any Milf would be. Her wet lace panties did little to hide the slick sheen between her thighs, droplets of arousal glistening on her inner thighs.
Kyle's cock hardened instantly, straining against his pants.
`I didn't expect her to reach her limit this early.`
His gaze lingered on her body for a moment before he reluctantly lifted his eyes to her face.
When he finally looked up, he realized she wasn't meeting his eyes at all. Her eyes had slid downward, and her expressions were extremely lustful.
He followed her gaze curiously, until it landed on his massive cock harden through the clothes.
Kyle smirked.
"A massage?" he stepped aside, gesturing toward the bed. "Of course! Please, come inside."
Eleanor came out of her daze when she heard Kyle's voice and immediately looked away.
"Th-thank you." she scurried past him, the scent of her arousal filling the room.
As she perched on the edge of his mattress, her thighs squeezed together, smearing wetness onto the sheets.
"No problem." Kyle said softly, closing the door behind him.
His smile was gentle but the gleam in his eyes sent a strange shiver down Eleanor's spine.
"I'll make sure to give you a massage like you've never felt before~"