Chapter 449: You can touch… but just a little bit!

[Name: Hilda’s Divine Shipyard

Description: Hilda built this shipyard with her own hands and with the help of all her adopted daughters.

It has the capacity to build up to ten large ships at a time, or fifty medium-sized ships, or two hundred small ships.

It has all the facilities needed to build everything from warships to transport and cargo ships.

It can build ships up to 300 meters in length.

Since you possess the unique character Hilda, the Divine Shipbuilder, you can hire her former adopted daughters—five thousand shipbuilding professionals.

Effects: Greatly increases the quality of all ships built in the nation: +300% work speed, +500% material efficiency, +200% ship quality. Virtually eliminates the chance of manufacturing defects.

Price: 30,000,000]

Ethan didn’t hesitate. He paid the extra to recruit all of Hilda’s former employees, then paid again to integrate the shipyard into Goldenveil’s existing infrastructure.

In total, it came to over thirty-five million.

The ground shook.

Ethan took several steps back, the sand vibrating beneath his boots, and Hilda, out of pure instinct, did the same.

"What the hell..." Hilda’s eyes widened as a massive wall—strangely familiar—rose from the sand, stone locking into stone with a deep, grinding rumble.

Then she saw the symbols engraved on the gray stone. The emblem of her former shipbuilding corporation. Her shock deepened even further. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

That was...

No... impossible!

Construction sites, warehouses, offices, and every system needed to build and launch giant ships into the sea sprang up from the ground one after another.

The buildings swallowed everything around them, all of it enclosed by that massive gray wall.

At the top of the wall, a flag fluttered in the salty wind. Hilda knew it instantly. She had made it with her own hands.

Within moments, a shipyard as large as the port of Goldenveil itself had engulfed the walled beaches of the prosperous capital.

The dust was still settling when Hilda closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she turned to face Ethan.

He was holding something out to her.

It was her old hammer. Beautiful and elegant, clearly well-worn, its metal a color somewhere between pale silver and gold.

She took it with trembling fingers, its familiar weight settling into her palm as if it had never left. Her thumb found the worn groove in the handle without even looking for it.

"So that’s how you got your hands on that damned palace..." Hilda gripped the handle tightly, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

"Remember what I told you before... about not touching me?" She shook her head, feeling the cold metal between her fingers.

Ethan watched Hilda’s affinity shoot up past ninety-five points.

"You can touch... but just a little bit!" Her voice came out small, almost timid, and her green eyes slid away from his as a faint color crept up her neck.

Before her voice had even faded, Ethan’s hand was already moving. He didn’t waste a single second.

Clap!

His open palm landed on that fat, juicy butt—so perfect it looked like she’d had a natural BBL.

Her shorts couldn’t fully contain her ample buttocks, and his hand came down half on bare flesh and half on stretched fabric, grabbing a handful of both.

The cheek he struck flattened under his palm, the dense flesh spreading around his fingers for a split second before pushing back, heavy and firm, the sheer weight of it filling his hand. The impact rolled outward in a slow, deep ripple, crossing the struck cheek and spilling into the other, setting both quivering for a good second before they settled.

Then he squeezed. Soft flesh bulged up between his fingers, warm and smooth, the fabric straining as it stretched tighter over the rest.

When he finally let go, the cheek sprang back with a wobble, a pink handprint already blooming on the bare half, her skin tingling and warm where his hand had rested.

Hilda’s eyes flew wide and she gave a little jump, a sharp squeal escaping her lips. Her huge breasts lurched up with the movement and came down a beat after the rest of her, swinging heavily in the scrap of cloth that barely held them.

"H-hey! Son of a— I said just a little bit!" she snapped, whirling on him.

Her face flushed scarlet, and her hands flew up to her own enormous breasts, cupping them and crushing them against her chest and against each other.

The soft mounds mashed together under the pressure, pale flesh bulging over the tops of her forearms and spilling out beneath them, her cleavage pinched into a deep, shadowed line.

It wasn’t much different from hugging two silk pillows.

The thin strip of fabric covering them slipped to the side under the squeeze, baring the soft pink edge of one puffy nipple. Ethan didn’t bother hiding where his eyes went.

Hilda opened her mouth to keep complaining, but the words died in her throat.

Thousands of figures had begun pouring out through the shipyard gates, their footsteps and voices rising in a growing murmur over the sand.

Her green eyes widened even more.

Faces she recognized. Every single one of them.

Those were...

"So... do you think this is enough of a wedding dowry?" Ethan asked, admiring her rebellious face and her short, spiky wine-red hair.

He already knew he’d love teasing that little troublemaker.

"Ah... shit... You damn pervert, just impregnate me already and let’s get this over with! I want to start working! I’ve been dead for three hundred thousand years, and I’m not going to take this disrespect lying down!"

Hilda drove her fist hard into Ethan’s shoulder and the young lord threw his head back and roared with laughter.

"And I’m not going to lose my virginity to some small-dicked pig! Don’t you dare let me down on this, pretty boy! If you dare take off your pants and have a worm between your legs, I’ll castrate you!" She jabbed the head of the hammer toward his crotch for emphasis.

"Hahaha, you don’t need to worry about that. But, well... your adopted daughters are listening to you," Ethan teased, nodding toward the gates.

More than five thousand women had taken over the shipyard’s entrance.

Some were old, others young, beautiful and ugly alike—clearly working-class women rather than nobles or high-ranking experts.

Hilda realized what she had just been shouting and fell silent, gritting her teeth, the flush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

Not that she had time to say anything else. One of her employees had already recognized her and was running across the sand toward her, calling her name in a voice full of shock, joy, and longing.

The woman crashed into her, and Hilda couldn’t help herself either. She hugged her back just as hard, her soft chest flattening between their bodies.

She had been alive again for less than ten minutes, and she had already regained everything she’d lost when she died. Everything that had been most precious to her.

She glanced sideways at Ethan.

Who on Estria was that man?