Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 481: Chapter : 481 : Sira!

Late afternoon sunlight bathed the modest residential district in a warm, golden hue. The narrow cobblestone street was lined with simple, closely packed houses, each one nearly identical to its neighbors — humble two-room dwellings with thatched roofs and small front yards decorated with cheap flower pots and handmade wooden ornaments. A modest carriage rolled to a gentle stop right in front of one such house.

The door of the carriage opened, and Lira stepped out gracefully. She was dressed in a fitted beige blouse that struggled heroically to contain her enormous, heavy breasts. The white fabric of the blouse was stretched taut across her massive chest, the buttons straining at the sheer volume of her overflowing cleavage. A dark brown pleated skirt hugged her wide hips and plump ass, falling modestly to her ankles, while a matching beige overcoat with wide sleeves completed the outfit. Her long black hair was styled in an elegant updo with loose strands framing her mature, attractive face. The small beauty mark on her chin was visible and the one nestled deep between her massive breasts were hidden under blause. She carried a small leather bag in one hand, her thick thighs brushing together with each step.

She turned toward the driver, a middle-aged man who was trying (and failing) not to stare. "Thank you for the ride," Lira said politely, handing him the fare.

The driver took the coins, his eyes inevitably drifting down to her chest before he caught himself. "Y-yeah... Just my job," he muttered, face slightly red. He quickly lashed the reins, and the horse let out a sharp cry as the carriage made a sharp U-turn and clattered away down the street.

Lira stood there for a moment, watching the carriage disappear around the corner. Her fingers unconsciously rose to her lips, tracing them gently. The memory of Aiden’s dominant kiss in the corridor flooded back — the way his mouth had claimed hers, the heat of his tongue, the possessive way he had groped her breasts and fingered her to a shattering orgasm right against the stone wall. A small, shy smile tugged at her lips, her cheeks warming with a mix of embarrassment and budding affection.

*My Vaelor...* she thought, heart fluttering.

She walked up to the front door of her small home. The outside was modestly decorated with colorful flower pots and a few cheap hanging ornaments her daughter had made. Lira reached into her bag, pulled out a worn key, and unlocked the door with a soft click. She slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind her.

The interior was simple and clean. A small main room with a low wooden table in the center served as their dining and living space. To the left was a tiny medieval-style kitchen area. Straight ahead was the door to their single shared bedroom, and to the right, the washroom.

"Ma... Is that you?" a sweet, youthful voice called from the bedroom.

Lira smiled warmly as she bent forward to remove her sandals, her massive breasts hanging heavily and jiggling slightly with the motion. "Yes, Sira baby... It’s Ma..."

Sira emerged from the bedroom, her face lighting up with happiness at seeing her mother home early. She was a strikingly pretty 13-year-old girl who already looked more mature than her age, especially in the chest department. Her black hair was styled in two long, thick twin braids that fell over her shoulders, each tied with cute black bows. She had the same warm amber eyes as her mother, a small beauty mark near her lip, and a bright, innocent smile. Her body was developing rapidly — her breasts were noticeably large for her age, significantly bigger than most girls her age, though still smaller than her mother’s massive pair. They strained against the soft pink off-shoulder sweater she wore, which featured a cute cartoon cat and the words "MEOW" on the front. The sweater had delicate lace straps and left her shoulders exposed. Below, she wore light grey ruffled shorts that hugged her developing hips, paired with white thigh-high stockings that accentuated her smooth legs. She looked both adorable and unexpectedly alluring.

"Welcome back, Ma... You’re really early today...?" Sira said curiously, tilting her head so her twin braids swayed.

Lira straightened up, her happy expression impossible to hide. Sira noticed immediately.

"Ma... Did something good happen today? You look really happy," Sira asked, smiling brightly.

Lira blinked, then looked away, her cheeks burning pink. "I ahh... Umm... Maybe..."

"Huh? Really?" Sira pressed, stepping closer with innocent curiosity. "Tell me, Ma... Did you get a raise or something?"

Lira shyly walked up onto the raised platform of the main room, her voluptuous body moving with a graceful sway. The small space felt even cozier with the late afternoon light filtering through the windows. She didn’t answer right away, still blushing.

Sira wasn’t one to let go easily. "Ma... Tell me... I wanna know too..."

Lira took a deep breath and turned to face her daughter. "Baby... Please pack everything you have and need. We’ll be leaving this house."

Sira blinked up at her in surprise. "What? Why? That’s... It’s too sudden... Where are we even going from here?"

Lira placed her bag on the floor and walked over to Sira, resting both hands gently on her daughter’s shoulders. She smiled lovingly, her massive breasts nearly brushing against the girl. "Baby, we’ll be living in a mansion from now on."

Sira’s eyes widened in pure awe and disbelief. "Okay... Okay... What? A mansion? But how...? We don’t have that kind of money."

Lira’s voice was soft and full of affection as she explained. "Today... at the Queen’s castle while working, there was this very kind and handsome young man who took quite a liking to me... And... he told me he will give us everything we need. A better life... better food, better rooms... better education for you... He will provide you with your own room. Doesn’t he sound very kind...?"

Sira looked up at her mother, suspicion creeping across her cute features. "Yeah... He sounds too nice... Giving us everything... without knowing anything about us... and for free... He sounds more suspicious than kind..."

Lira’s smile faltered for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Baby... You shouldn’t say such things about such a kind young man... That’s very rude."

"But..." Sira protested gently, "it sounds very suspicious, considering there’s nothing for this kind young man to gain from it." She looked directly into her mother’s eyes. "Tell me, Ma... What did he offer in return... Tell me."

Lira felt a surge of pride. She pulled her daughter into a warm, loving hug, pressing Sira’s face gently against her massive, soft breasts. Sira’s own sizable chest squished lightly against her mother’s even larger ones. "You really are very smart, baby. Ma is very proud of you."

Sira wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, hugging her back tightly, her voice muffled against the warm, pillowy softness. "Ma... What did he offer you in return?"

Lira held her closer, hesitating for a moment. She wasn’t sure whether to lie or tell the full truth just yet. Instead, she chose a version that felt right. "He... ah... He asked me to become his wife."

Sira pulled back slightly, arms still around her mother, eyes wide. "Really? That’s why you looked so happy when you came in?"

Lira nodded, a shy smile spreading across her face.

Sira studied her mother’s expression. "But... Do you want to be his wife, or are you doing it for me?"

Lira blushed deeply, looking away shyly. "I mean... He is really handsome... And kind... And his ah... voice... really ahh... manly..."

"And...?" Sira prompted curiously.

Lira met her daughter’s gaze, her voice soft and honest. "When he... ahh... asked me to be his... my heart did this really weird thing... And it made me... ahh... feel really happy."

Sira blinked, then suddenly broke into a bright, happy smile. "Ohh... Really? Then I guess it’s alright."

"Wait... Really?" Lira asked, surprised by her daughter’s quick acceptance.

Sira nodded happily. "I mean... You sound like you already like him. And he makes you happy."

Lira’s eyes trembled with emotion. She crouched down to her daughter’s level, pulling Sira tightly into another hug, this time pressing the girl’s face firmly into her massive cleavage. She kissed the top of Sira’s head tenderly, tears streaming down her own cheeks. "Ohh my baby. I love you so much. You make me happy too. Really, really happy."

Sira’s voice was muffled against the soft, warm flesh of her mother’s breasts. "I love you too, Ma... And... I will personally scold him if he ever gets rude with you. Alright?"

"My baby..." Lira cooed, pulling her even closer for a moment before pulling back to cup Sira’s face. She planted lingering, loving kisses on her daughter’s cheeks and forehead. "Thank you... Thank you so much."

Sira giggled sweetly, her twin braids bouncing.

Lira stood up, wiping her happy tears. "Baby... Now get ready... Pack everything. I will start packing my own things too."

Sira nodded eagerly. The two of them moved into the small bedroom together. The room was cozy but cramped, with no bed, a wooden wardrobe, and a small dresser. They began sorting through their belongings — clothes, books, a few cherished trinkets, and Sira’s school materials.

As they packed, Lira’s mind wandered back to Aiden — her Vaelor. The way he had claimed her in the corridor, the orgasm he had forced from her body after eight long years of loneliness, the promise of a better life. She glanced at her daughter, watching Sira carefully fold her pink sweater and grey shorts, and felt overwhelming gratitude.

Sira, meanwhile, kept stealing glances at her mother, her large chest rising and falling with excitement and a touch of nervousness.

Even at thirteen, her breasts were already quite developed — full, perky, and noticeably bigger than what was typical for her age, though still smaller than Lira’s enormous, heavy pair. They jiggled slightly as she moved around the room, packing her thigh-high stockings and other clothes.

"Ma... You said I will have my own room in the mansion?" Sira asked softly, folding one of her braids behind her ear.

"Yes, baby," Lira replied, her voice warm. "And good food every day. New clothes. Better teachers. Youl be treated like family."

Sira smiled, though a hint of worry lingered in her eyes. Still, seeing her mother this happy made her heart feel lighter.

---

END OF Chapter : 481 : SIRA!

---

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!