Only I love Milfs: Transmigrated to a World Where Milfs are Hated

"Ah! Look, it's already too late. Let's just get inside the bathtub together," she said with cheerful urgency, stretching her arms before stepping toward the tub. "We'll have to chop wood and open the tavern later too!"

"Sure!" Eren replied, almost too fast—panicking as he pressed both hands over his now-erect length, silently praying his guardian wouldn't notice it.

Mira walked forward, water gliding down her naked body in streams, hips swaying in a casual, unaware rhythm.

Eren looked away, heart pounding in his ears. His face flushed crimson as he hunched forward slightly, both hands clutching his shaft—desperate to keep it tucked down and out of view.

But—

She noticed.

Even though he'd tried to hide it, even though he covered it with both hands and bent slightly, Mira's eyes inadvertently dipped as she stepped past.

Just a quick glance.

But enough.

Her legs paused, just for the briefest moment.

It was never this long, veiny and girthy.

She blinked, her thoughts catching up to what she just saw.

That... wasn't how she remembered it.

Not from any of the earlier glimpses in the past. Not when she bathed him just last time.

Back then, it was soft, unassuming. A boy's.

But this...This was different. Bigger. Man-sized. Veined. Heavy.

She formed the thought—but let it pass without a word. Her face remained unreadable.

Then she turned her head away and stepped into the bathtub, the water rippling and overflowing slightly as she lowered her body in.

The sound of the water splashing echoed in Eren's ears like a sacred bell, stunning him with its softness. It felt surreal—like she'd entered a holy place he wasn't yet allowed to touch.

Then came her voice—sweet, honeyed, unintentionally seductive, warmed by the comfort of the hot bath:

"Eren, get inside. How much longer are you going to stay like that?"

"Uhm… y-yeah. Coming," he stammered.

He stood up slowly from the stool, hands still shielding his dick, and took cautious steps toward the bath—his cheeks burning so hot he thought he might faint.

Mira's eyes drifted toward him again, this time more openly.

She noticed his awkward walk, the way he kept shifting his thighs, how he refused to look at her directly. Her brow furrowed—softly, curiously.

"You've been acting strange since earlier," she finally said. "Why are you holding your hands over your shaft like that? Is something wrong? Does it have to do with your… dick?"

Eren froze mid-step.

His heart slammed against his chest.

In that moment, one foot slid slightly, and he lost balance—his hand slipped from his shaft, grabbing the edge of the tub to steady himself.

And in that second—

She saw it. Clearly. Fully. Unfiltered.

"Haah! Eren!" Mira gasped, brows lifting in shock. "What's this? Are you bleeding? Why is it all red on the top?"

Her voice was a mix of surprise and genuine concern.

She had never seen it this way. Erect. Fully engorged. Flushed red at the tip. Thick, twitching, dripping with barely held-back restraint.

Eren looked down, horrified, realizing too late what she was seeing.

His voice cracked, but he tried to fake composure. "I… uh… I-it's normal! Yes, it's totally normal. An everyday occurrence!"

But Mira didn't look convinced.

She frowned—not with anger, but with gentle worry.

"Why do you always lie, Eren?" she said softly. "I know how much you've been pushing yourself these past five years. All those calluses on your palms, the aches in your back… they're all from helping me. You always keep everything to yourself, no matter how big or small."

Her eyes held his—sincere, maternal, unguarded.

"I always worry for you."

Eren opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Now," she continued gently, "come closer. Let me take a look at it. If it's really fine, and you're not in pain like you say… I'll let it go."

Her eyes drifted back to his shaft. He tried to turn, tried to escape it—but she reached out first.

Her hand wrapped around his wrist, not forceful, but firm. She guided him toward her, her other hand supporting his elbow as he stepped closer to the tub.

Slow. Deliberate. Unthreatening.

His dick now stood right in front of her face. The steam from the water curling softly between them, framing the moment in a surreal haze.

It was so close he could feel her breath brushing against the underside.

For a second, he thought he might cum right then and there. Her gaze, her proximity, the heat—it was maddening.

But this younger body of his—stronger, more controlled—held him back.

Mira looked at it for a long moment, eyes wide with intrigue, her breath slow and even.

Her fingers hovered just beneath the tip.

"Can I touch it?" she asked softly."Would it hurt?"

There was no mockery in her voice. Just... curiosity. Maybe concern. Maybe something else beginning to awaken.

Eren didn't say anything.

Couldn't.

But he didn't move away either.

And she took that silence as permission.

She reached out slowly—

Fingers heading toward the glans.