Five years later.
"Charles? Charles?"
Francesca glanced around her room, searching.
Kenji peeked up from under the table, clutching a book.
"Yes, Mama?"
She arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing down there?"
He grinned sheepishly. "Ehehe… nothing. Just reading this book."
Francesca smiled, leaned down, and kissed Charles gently on the lips. He returned the peck without hesitation.
By the age of five in this world, Kenji had fully embraced his new identity as Charles. Despite his small body, memories from his previous life made him aware of everything.
Kenji smiled as he looked at her.
She's so beautiful.
"What are you doing with that book?" Francesca gently asked.
"Nothing… ehehe."
"Really?" She peered into his eyes.
"Mm! Really. I'm just playing with it~"
"Don't play with the book, Charles," she gently reminded him.
"But Mama…" Kenji looked up at her with soft eyes—the trick he always used to make her melt.
"Aw~ my sweet boy~ Okay… just don't tear the book~"
"Okay, Mama!"
He opened the book and resumed reading.
By now, he could already control mana and advanced magic, all because of one thing.
His possessiveness over Francesca. Even though she was over forty, she still looked twenty—youthful, flawless.
I learned everything for one reason. For her. For the woman who melted my heart. The only reason I want to become strong is because of her.
Kenji had always been aware of the special bond he shared with Francesca, and those feelings deepened every day, settling into something fierce and undeniable.
Francesca, as always, tended to him with gentle affection. She held him close, her eyes full of warmth and tenderness. When she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, Kenji felt a surge of emotion unlike anything he'd known.
The kiss was gentle, loving—more powerful than any words, making his heart race.
"I love you, Charles," Francesca whispered.
Her words, paired with the sweetness of her kiss, made Kenji's heart swell with happiness and belonging.
"I love you too, Mama!" Kenji said, sitting up and leaning against Francesca's body as she settled on the cushion with her own book.
"Now, now~ Just focus on your book~" Francesca chuckled softly, noticing her son resting his head against her breast.
I can't wait for the day I come of age. When that time arrives, I'll make her mine... and mine alone.
Until then, I'll protect her from anything. Anyone who dares harm her will face my wrath.
"Charles, want to bathe together like always?"
"Mm! Yeah!"
"Come~ let's go~"
"Alright~"
Bathing with Francesca was a private indulgence Kenji cherished. To others, it was merely a simple mother-and-son ritual. A pampered boy basking in his young, beautiful mother's affection. No one saw anything unusual; it was just another display of noble luxury.
But to Kenji, it was everything. With his adult mind and desires intact, these moments with Francesca were pure bliss—the closest thing to paradise he'd ever known.
He sat on the stool, eyes fixed on Francesca as she moved with serene grace, undressing piece by piece. Each layer fell away, revealing smooth, flawless skin untouched by age or time.
Her breasts were full and firm, tipped with delicate pink nipples—their shape perfect, almost unreal.
But what stunned Kenji most was her pussy: smooth, hairless, completely natural. Not shaved, just... bare. Her body was a curvy embodiment of elegance, a vision that left him breathless.
One day... one day, I'll taste that pussy.
I'll ravish that body.
I'll make her mine.
Don't worry, Francesca. I promise you this.
Once I'm old enough, once my body is ready and my cock is big enough to fuck you properly, I'll make you mine. I'll make you happy. I'll never abandon you like your husband did. I'll cherish you.
Yes... I may look like a child to you for now. But it's just a matter of time, Francesca.
"Charles?"
"Yes?"
"Come here, I'll shampoo your hair."
"Okay~"
Kenji moved closer, pressing up against her, his hands sliding to her breasts. He squeezed them gently, feeling their warmth, the softness and weight in his small hands.
Francesca just giggled, smiling down at him as she worked the shampoo into his hair with slow, gentle fingers.
She looked at him, at Charles. Her eyes shining with affection as he lost himself in the simple, intoxicating pleasure of touching her.
She noticed Charles looking up at her with bright, eager eyes as he leaned in close.
"Naughty boy~" Francesca smiled, letting Charles press his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
"Mama… I love you."
"Mama loves you too, Charles~ Now, now… let's wash your body, then we'll soak in the bath."
"Okay, Mama~"
"Good boy~"
( End Of Chapter )