The neighbor woman gasped at the sight."What are you…?"
Eren thrust deep into Mira again—hard, unbothered—as the woman in the front window stepped fully into view.
"Oh, Aunt Velira," Eren called out with a wicked grin, slamming into Mira's trembling body.
Mira's head dipped lower, her breasts slapping hard against the outer wall as she cried out, struggling to catch her breath.
"She—she'll see us!" she gasped, voice cracking with panic.
But Eren only pushed harder, hips snapping forward.
"She's already seen us."
Eren yanked the candle free from Mira's ass, her body jolting at the sudden emptiness—only for him to shift his cock right back into her ass, driving it straight into the stretched hole without pause.
She yelped, hands scrambling for grip as he thrusted harder.
"What do you think?" he growled, voice low but deliberate. "Should we show Velira what you look like when you're getting railed?"
"No—" Mira gasped, trying to object.
But the moment that sound reached Eren's ear, his smirk widened.
"Oh, now we definitely are."
Eren gripped Mira's hair tightly, fingers threading through the damp strands as he yanked her head up. Her face flushed, slick with sweat, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks and nose—eyes dazed, mouth parted in helpless moans.
He tilted her face toward the window, toward the woman watching.
"Aunt Velira!" he called out, his voice half-groan, half-tease—Mira writhing below him as if on display.
Velira blinked, snapping out of her stunned daze the moment she heard her name.
Eren smirked."Wanna get in on the fun?"
Eren's lips curled into a wicked smile as he reached for the candle again. Without hesitation, he plunged it back into Mira—forcing it deep, a wordless demonstration of what Velira might soon feel.
Velira said nothing, but her eyes followed every movement. Her mind was already racing.
"It'd be worth the time," Eren yelled again, as he pulled Mira back by the neck, straightening her spine. Her chest lay fully bare, exposed to the outside. One foot pressed flat against the cold ground while he lifted the other leg high—spreading her wide.
He made sure the candle's base was fully visible, still buried in her vagina—just as his cock drove in again, plunging right alongside it—inside her ass, splitting her open.
"I still have a lot left," Eren said, pointing toward his heavy sac. Then turning to Velira, a grin curling on his lips."Why not get in on the fun?"
Velira said nothing, eyes fixed on the scene before her.
"No! Don't look, Velira!" Mira screamed, her voice trembling with shame.
She tried to cover herself, hands pressed tightly over her nipples—but Eren wasn't having it.
He grabbed her wrists, yanking them behind her back and holding them there. Mira struggled, her chest now fully exposed—breasts swinging wildly with each thrust, slapping against her own waist in rhythm.
Everything on display.
Mira turned her head to the side, lips barely sealed—each thrust knocking her breath loose, sending flickers of white light through her mind.
She moaned helplessly.
"Don't you want this, Velira?" Eren called out, his voice low and taunting.
Velira clutched a hand to her chest, pressing it between her breasts as if to steady the thundering in her heart.
"Why are you two…" she began, but the words trailed off.
She couldn't make sense of it.An aunt and her nephew.Two people she'd never seen in this light—A loving, doting aunt.And Eren, always humble. Always obedient. A boy who followed Mira's every word.
Why now? Had they always been like this?The question hung thick in the air.
Eren glanced once more at Velira, then reached for the window.
"If you don't…" he said, smirking, "…that's your loss."
With that, he slammed it shut.
The gate clacked tight behind them as Eren turned back to Mira, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in. He dragged her across the floor, thrusting forward, pushing her toward the bathroom.
She yelped, stumbling under his force."What—?"
"You don't like it?" he asked, voice low and sharp.
Mira's body was shoved back into the bathroom, her hands flattening against the edge of the bathtub for support. Her hips sank low, trembling, until Eren's grip on her hole dragged them back up, forcing her to arch for him.
"That's not it—" her voice cracked. "I… I can't take it anymore," she gasped.
Eren pulled the candle free from inside her; a muffled sound escaped Mira's lips at the sudden emptiness. Even her lower lips quivered, slick and parted, as if silently begging for more.
Eren's smirk deepened as he murmured—
"Don't worry… you'll get some time," Eren said, pulling out from her slowly.
Mira trembled beneath him, body twitching with aftershocks.
"Go on," he added, his tone calm but commanding. "Wash yourself. Get in the tub, or you'll be late for the tavern."
Mira gave a shaky nod and tried to stand—legs wobbling beneath her.
"Why…?" she whispered, trying to push up.
But her muscles gave out. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto her back with a hard clap of her hips.
A moan escaped her lips."Why aren't my legs working…?"
Her legs trembled, refusing to respond—still quivering from the relentless intercourse.
Eren scoffed, watching her crumpled form on the floor."Too bad," he muttered with a sigh. "I thought I could take you in the bathtub…"
He stepped forward, slapping his still-hard cock against her flushed cheek."This'll have to do for now."
Mira blinked up at him, a mix of shock and confusion flashing across her face.
Eren just tilted his head with weary look."What?"
Eren pressed his cock harder against her face."You filthied it," he growled. "You're the one who's going to clean it."
His fingers dug into her cheeks, prying her mouth open."Now. Clean it."
Her lips parted helplessly under his grip, mouth agape as he guided his shaft inside.
"Haa… that's it," he murmured, watching her.
Mira tried to pull back, gasping."Too big… and—" She heaved for air, her chest rising and falling."This smell… it's too heavy…"
Eren only tightened his grip, voice low and commanding."Do it. You don't have any other choice right now."