ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES

In the heart of Aunt Layla's enchanting kitchen, the air was filled with a symphony of laughter and melodious voices as Aunt Layla and Uncle Mike expertly maneuvered around the space, singing and preparing a delectable feast together. Kan stood to the side, mesmerized by the harmonious collaboration and the surprisingly beautiful singing voices of the Elves.

Aunt Layla glanced at Kan, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. "Kanakan, why don't you join us? Singing while cooking adds a dash of magic to the flavors," she suggested with a warm smile.

Kan's cheeks turned slightly pink, but he shook his head. "I'm not much of a singer, Aunt Layla. I'll just enjoy the music from here," he replied, watching as they continued their culinary dance.

[You know as well as I do that you have the skills, now might be the best time to make your debut, dummy!!] Hela said in Kan's head.

"Right, like it's one of those award shows right?! Of course not!! I'm not joining them to do some dumb singing!!" Kan retorted.

As the fragrant aromas filled the room, Aunt Layla turned to Kan. "So, how was your first day at school, dear?"

Kan hesitated, a playful grin crossing his lips. "Oh, you know, Aunt Layla, it was a breeze. Just the usual stuff—making friends, casting spells, saving the world," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Aunt Layla chuckled. "Well, that sounds like quite the adventure. I hope it was as enjoyable as you're making it sound."

Kan nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely, Aunt Layla. It was swell," he replied with a sly wink.

Aunt Layla's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "You can always tell me the truth, you know. I won't be upset if your day wasn't as perfect as you're letting on."

Kan's smile softened, touched by Aunt Layla's genuine concern. "Thanks, Aunt Layla. It wasn't the best, but I'm hopeful things will get better,"

[Awwn, she's so sweet. Now imagine that face not smiling but moaning to your vengeful rod!!] Hela said loudly in Kan's head.

"Precisely, but that block head of a husband doesn't seem to have plans of leaving!!" Kan replied.

Before their conversation could continue, Aunt Layla requested Kan's help with something. As he eagerly approached, an accidental misstep resulted in a spilled concoction splattering all over his shirt, leaving him drenched in an unexpected mess.

"Oops, looks like I've made a mess of things," Kan muttered, a mixture of embarrassment and surprise evident in his voice.

[You sly motherfucker!!] Hela said, sounding pleased.

Aunt Layla's expression shifted to concern as she rushed over. "Oh dear, Kan, are you alright?" Without hesitation, she began helping him take off his soaked shirt, her touch gentle and reassuring.

'Don't worry, you'll take off yours in a bit, I promise ya' Kan thought.

Meanwhile, Uncle Mike chimed in with his characteristic humor. "You see, Kan, that's why I always say I'm the superior cook in this kitchen. I've never caused any accidents like this," he quipped, his tone light-hearted.

Aunt Layla rolled her eyes, playfully smacking Uncle Mike on the arm. "Oh please, Mike, accidents happen to the best of us. Besides, you know your cooking isn't without its own set of mishaps."

Uncle Mike feigned innocence, placing a hand on his chest. "Me? Never. My cooking is perfection itself."

Aunt Layla gave him a dismissive glance, her lips curving into an affectionate smile. "Alright, alright. You can have your moment of culinary superiority."

Uncle Mike chuckled and glanced at his watch. "Well, speaking of moments, I should probably head out. Night duty calls, you know. Can you handle the cooking from here?," uncle Mike asked as he began to pull off his apron.

Getting no reply other than a death stare from aunt layla, he chuckled and himself..."Well I'm sure you'd be fine!!" He chuckled on his way out.

[Wellll, even the universe agrees she's getting fucked tonight, look what just happened!!] Hela said in a mischievous tone.

As Uncle Mike left the kitchen, Aunt Layla turned her attention back to Kan. "Come with me, Kanakan. I'll take you to one of the guest rooms. You can freshen up and change into something dry."

Kan followed Aunt Layla through the house, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. As he entered the guest room, he couldn't help but notice the genuine happiness that radiated between Aunt Layla and Uncle Mike. The ease with which they interacted, the laughter, and the playful banter—it all seemed too perfect.

However, Kan's years of experience had taught him to recognize the masks that people sometimes wore, especially in front of guests. As he contemplated their seemingly idyllic relationship, a sense of skepticism crept into his thoughts.

"Is this really them, or is it just a well-rehearsed act to keep up appearances?" Kan mused to himself, his gaze fixed on the closed door. He had seen enough couples paint a facade of happiness while harboring deeper issues beneath the surface.

[You know, Baby, now might be a good time to have a heart-to-heart with Aunt Layla. Ask her about her relationship with Uncle Mike, and see if there's more beneath the surface. This could get you and her in a comfortable position, if you know you know, hehehehe] Hela said.

Kan's eyes widened as Hela's suggestion echoed in his mind. He realized that this might be his chance to uncover the truth and understand the dynamics of their relationship.

But other ideas ran in his head as they walked into the guest room, led by aunt Layla.

The lesser furnished guest room exuded an air of understated elegance and simplicity. While it lacked the opulence of the main living spaces, it retained a sense of charm and neatness. The furnishings were minimal but well-maintained, with a comfortable single bed positioned against one wall.

The bedspread, though slightly faded from time, was meticulously arranged, its muted colors lending a cozy ambiance to the room. A small wooden desk nestled near the window, bearing a few carefully arranged items—a notebook, a delicate vase with a single flower, and a decorative trinket. The desk hinted at a space that had been tended to, despite its infrequent use.

"I'll just get some things off so that there'd be enough space!!" aunt Layla said and then scurried off to arrange a few things.

Kan mused at how delicate she was with even the simplest tasks. He wondered if she knew she was even as hot as she was. Nonetheless, he couldn't stop staring at the level of organization the room itself had.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the room's simplicity. The air held a faint, pleasant fragrance—a blend of lavender and cedarwood, perhaps an attempt to infuse the space with a touch of tranquility.

Overall, while the room bore the signs of infrequent occupation, its neatness and delicate touches reflected Aunt Layla's characteristic attention to detail, creating a comfortable haven for any guest who might find themselves in its embrace.

Aunt Layla disappeared into the bathroom, her movements graceful and purposeful. The door closed behind her, muffling the sounds of running water and hinting at the preparations taking place within. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a sense of comfort and warmth enveloping the room.

Minutes later, the door swung open, and Aunt Layla emerged with an air of serene satisfaction. Her presence seemed to fill the room with renewed energy, and a soft smile played on her lips as she addressed Kan.

"The bath is ready, Kanakan. I've added a few drops of lavender oil to the water. It should help you relax," she said, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to resonate with the very essence of tranquility.

Kan nodded, his appreciation evident as he took in Aunt Layla's genuine concern. Her thoughtfulness extended beyond words, encompassing every gesture and detail, creating an atmosphere of genuine care.

"Thank you, Aunt Layla. That sounds wonderful," Kan replied, his gratitude mirrored in his eyes.

Aunt Layla gestured towards the bathroom, her eyes warm and inviting. "Please, go ahead. Take your time. I've left a change of clothes for you as well."

Kan walked halfway towards the door before turning around as he saw Aunt Layla heading in.

"Err... Aunt Layla? aren't you going to come with me?"