A few moments later I stood before the full-length mirror. The fabric was undeniably high-quality—soft and smooth against my skin—yet I still disliked the stiff, ornate colors and extravagant patterns.
Hearing my quiet sigh, Lady Isolde nodded in gentle agreement.
"See, Elias?" she said in her calm, refined voice. "All you need is a little patience. Next time, instead of cursing my daughter, why don't you speak to her calmly when you go shopping? Tell her exactly which colors and patterns you prefer. That is how one builds true composure."
She offered a warm, elegant smile. "And that is precisely why I am here—to teach you the tea ceremony. It will help calm your mind and center your spirit."
I turned to her with a boyish smile and scratched the back of my head shyly.
"Sorry, Grandmother… about the earlier naked show and everything that happened in the bathroom. You're trying to teach me something peaceful, yet here I am acting like a complete jerk."
Lady Isolde's sharp silver eyes softened with visible warmth. She nodded graciously and gestured toward the low tea table with refined grace.
"Come sit here, son," she said softly, indicating the cushion placed directly opposite her.
I nodded obediently and lowered myself onto the cushion across from her.
While Lady Isolde prepared the tea set with elegant precision, I silently glanced at Reginald. The moment our eyes met, the old butler understood. He gave a small, discreet nod, slipped out of the room without a sound, and locked the door from the outside with a soft click.
A satisfied smile curved my lips.
"Grandma," I called out in my sweetest, most innocent voice, "can I sit beside you? I want to watch the tea ceremony up close so I can learn it properly and make you proud."
Her silver-grey eyes flickered. She scanned the now-locked room like a cautious thief, then cleared her throat softly.
"Ah… yes, son. Come sit beside your grandma. I will teach you properly."
I rose and walked over. As I moved, I caught the faint rustle of silk. Lady Isolde subtly adjusted her luxurious dark kimono-style robe—the movement causing the deep neckline to slip further, revealing a generous swell of her pale breast and the teasing glimpse of a dark, stiff nipple.
My throat went dry. My cock twitched violently inside my own silk robe, rapidly thickening and pressing insistently against the fabric.
She cleared her throat again, voice now soft and slightly husky.
"Ahem… Elias, come sit beside your grandma."
I knelt right next to her. Our knees pressed firmly together through the thin silk, her body heat radiating into mine.
Lady Isolde took a slow, steadying breath.
"Let's begin the tea ceremony, my son."
While she whisked the matcha in the bowl with slow, elegant strokes, I mirrored her movements perfectly. The soft scrape of the bamboo whisk filled the intimate, locked room.
As we worked side by side, knees still touching, she asked in the gentlest tone, "Elias, my boy… can you do your poor grandmother a small favor?"
While speaking, she lifted one delicate finger and slowly parted the front of her dark silk robe. The luxurious fabric slid open, giving me a full, unobstructed view of her heavy, pale breast and the stiff, dark nipple crowning it.
My breathing turned ragged.
"Yes, Grandmother," I answered, voice already breathless. "Just tell me what kind of favor you want."
She glanced around the locked room one final time, then leaned in so close that our lips nearly brushed. My cock throbbed hard at the warm caress of her breath.
"I heard that deep inside Shadowveil Forest," she whispered, voice low and sultry, "there grows a rare and precious tree called the Astral Bloomwood. The wood is perfect for crafting exquisite tea pets… but locating the exact trees in that vast forest is nearly impossible."
I already knew where this was heading. I slid even closer, wrapping one arm around her slim waist and pulling her firmly against me. Her massive breasts pressed softly into my chest.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she placed her warm palm directly over my throbbing cock, gently squeezing the thick length through the silk.
"So, my son…" she continued, voice now husky with need, "could you give your favourite grandmother the precise location of those trees?"
I answered by leaning in and capturing her crimson lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
She kissed me back instantly. Her lips felt like warm velvet—impossibly soft, faintly sweet with matcha and cherry blossoms. We stayed locked together for long, heated minutes, tongues dancing slowly. When we finally parted, a thin string of saliva still connected our lips.
I smiled at her with genuine affection.
"Ah… so you need the exact location of those Astral Bloomwood trees, huh? They're incredibly rare, but if it's for my favourite grandmother, it's no problem at all."
Lady Isolde broke into a radiant smile.
"Well then… shall we continue the tea ceremony?"
I nodded and released her waist, but this time we stayed pressed close like secret lovers—knees touching, bodies warm against each other, her hand still resting possessively over my hard cock.
As we resumed whisking the matcha, I asked softly, "So… what kind of tea pet do you like, Grandmother?"
"Hmm, let me see…" She tilted her head cutely. "I like cute little bear tea pets."
I raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Really, Grandmother? You know what I like? Bears too… but not the cute little ones. I prefer the big, thick, soft, furry ones."
She blinked, then let out a light, musical laugh.
"Why? So you can hug them and sleep with them like a giant teddy bear?"
We both burst into warm, genuine laughter, the sound filling the intimate room.