Chapter 53: Back To Home
The walk back from the Academy was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaotic symphony of moans and magic that had filled the last few hours. The moon hung high in the sky, a silver coin watching over the sleeping city.
Kai walked with a leisurely pace, his hands in his pockets. The cobblestones clicked rhythmically under his boots. He felt... different.
It wasn't just the Level 9 status pulsating in his veins, or the 25 Stat Points waiting to be allocated. It was the weight of the Soul Shard in his pocket and the invisible tether that now connected him to a Demoness in another realm. He had walked into the darkness a novice and walked out a conqueror.
He turned the corner onto his street. Most of the houses were dark, their windows shut tight against the night. But at the end of the lane, a single warm light glowed from the small, humble home of the Ye branch family.
Kai stopped for a moment, looking at that light.
He knew who was waiting for him.
He remembered the Dream Walker Incense. He remembered the way Ye Rou had looked at him this morning—flushed, shaky, and unable to meet his eyes. The seed had been planted. Tonight, he would see if it had taken root.
He walked up the steps and raised his hand.
Knock. Knock.
The sound had barely faded when the bolt slid back. It was as if she had been standing right on the other side, hand hovering over the latch, waiting for that specific sound.
The door swung open.
"Kai?"
Ye Rou stood in the doorway, framed by the golden light of the oil lamps behind her. She was wearing a simple house dress, loose and comfortable, but her hair was slightly dishevelled, as if she had been running her hands through it in anxiety. Her eyes were wide, rimmed with the redness of worry.
"I'm back, Mom," Kai said softly, offering a tired, gentle smile.
"Oh, thank the heavens!"
Ye Rou didn't wait. She surged forward, crossing the threshold in a blur of motion. She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.
It wasn't a polite greeting. It was a collision.
She hugged him with a desperate strength, her fingers clutching the fabric of his uniform. She pressed her soft, generous curves against his hard body, seeking reassurance that he was solid, that he was real.
"I was so worried about you," she mumbled into his tunic, her voice trembling. "It’s so late. I heard rumors... people saying the West Dormitory is cursed... that no one comes back..."
Kai stood still, letting her hold him. He slowly wrapped his arms around her back, returning the embrace. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest. He inhaled the scent of her hair—soap, cooking spices, and the faint, underlying sweetness of a woman who had been thinking about him all day.
"I'm alright, Mom," Kai whispered, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I told you I’d come back. I’m not easy to kill."
Ye Rou shuddered, inhaling his scent.
The musk of him made her knees weak, but the relief of his safety overpowered her shame.
She pulled back slightly, but didn't let go of his arms. She looked up at him, scanning his face for injuries.
"Are you hurt? Did... did you see anything?"
"I'm good," Kai assured her, puffing out his chest slightly. "Better than good, actually. The mission was a complete success. I found the problem, and I dealt with it."
"You... you dealt with it?" Ye Rou blinked, her eyes shining with sudden admiration.
"I did," Kai nodded, his eyes locking onto hers. "It was dangerous, but I handled it. My first mission, and I cleared it perfectly."
Ye Rou stared at him. The boy she had raised was gone. Standing in front of her was a man . A swell of pride—and something hotter, deeper—filled her chest.
"Oh, Kai!"
She clapped her hands together, a beaming smile breaking through her worry.
"I knew it! I knew my son could do it! I am so proud of you!"
She reached up again. This time, her hands cupped his face. Her palms were warm and soft against his skin. She squeezed his cheeks gently, squishing his face in a gesture of maternal affection that felt incredibly intimate in the quiet hallway.
"My brave boy," she cooed, her thumbs brushing his cheekbones. "You are becoming such a strong man. Your father... he would be shocked."
She stared into his eyes for a beat too long. Her gaze drifted down to his lips, then snapped back up, a faint blush coloring her neck.
"Because of that," she said, her voice dropping a little, "I prepared a special reward. Sit down. I made your favorite food. Braised pork with preserved vegetables. It’s been keeping warm for hours."
Kai’s stomach growled on cue. The energy he had expended pounding Ahena had left him ravenous.
He stepped out of her grasp, stretching his arms high above his head. His joints popped, and his shirt rode up slightly, revealing the hard slab of his abdomen.
Ye Rou’s eyes flickered down to his stomach, watching the muscles ripple, before she quickly looked away.
"That sounds amazing," Kai groaned, rubbing his stomach. "I'm actually starving. Fighting... spirits... takes a lot out of a man."
"I bet it does," Ye Rou laughed nervously.
She turned around, her hips swaying beneath the loose fabric of her dress. She gestured toward the small dining table.
"You wait here, son. Sit down and relax. I will serve you."
She walked toward the kitchen, her movements light and happy. Kai watched her go, his eyes tracing the curve of her waist and the fullness of her hips.
He sat down at the table, the wood creaking under him. He felt the warmth of the house, the smell of the food, and the heavy, lingering tension of a mother who was unknowingly falling into his trap.
"Home sweet home," Kai whispered to himself.