Chapter 450: Perverted bastard!

"You can spend as much time with them as you want before starting to work. Now, as for getting you pregnant... well, don’t worry, I’m not that kind of guy," Ethan said, which only earned him a suspicious look from Hilda.

"You’re not that kind of guy, my ass! Don’t try to play the saint with me! The first thing you did when I came back to this world was squeeze my ass!" Hilda growled, lifting her chin.

She finally wriggled free from the woman who was still hugging her, giving her two affectionate pats on the back before stepping away.

"I’m not playing the saint." Ethan shrugged, not a hint of regret in his voice. "I’m just addicted to giving love to beautiful women, not to having kids."

"Hm..." Hilda’s eyes narrowed.

She stared at him intently, taking her time. Her gaze swept over his handsome face and down the muscles outlined beneath his clothes, lingering a little longer than necessary on his chest and arms.

"You’re lucky you’re hot." She poked his chest with her finger, then crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pushing the heavy squishy mounds up "If you were an ugly guy, I would’ve ripped your hand off the moment you tried to touch me!"

Well... that wasn’t a lie.

The same went for basically all of Ethan’s wives.

They only let him touch them because his charm was absurdly high.

An ordinary man who wanted to touch experts of that caliber would die before he even tried to get close to them.

Ethan’s charm was, literally, dozens of times greater than that of the second most handsome man in the world. So the attraction he exerted over women—even high-level ones—was simply absurd.

Of course, there was also the System’s one-month protection, which prevented them from hurting him.

But apparently, if their loyalty dropped below forty percent, that protection disappeared. So Ethan really had nothing to do but thank the goddesses for being hot.

Being born handsome, with a super OP System and a big dick, was the best thing in the world—especially after the miserable life he’d had on Earth.

Ethan didn’t say anything else. He just sighed and let Hilda go to meet the five thousand women.

She knew each one of their names.

And she spoke with each one as she walked into the enormous shipyard that, in the past, she had built with her own hands.

Ethan didn’t even have to say a word.

Before he knew it, the women were already working—sorting tools, organizing everything, and preparing for the next vessel they would build.

The clatter of metal and the scrape of crates being dragged across the floor soon echoed through the whole place.

It was like watching an old machine start up again after sitting idle for a long time.

Of course, they couldn’t focus entirely on work just yet.

Soon, a team from the Goldenveil City Hall arrived carrying stacks of documents to formally register them as citizens.

They received their own residences, an advance on their wages—which were quite high—and formal confirmation of their positions as workers at the Goldenveil Shipyard.

By the time everything was ready, it was almost nightfall.

Hilda’s office smelled of old paper.

The orange light of the late afternoon streamed in through the window, and Ethan found himself sprawled on the couch, admiring the woman who had her back to him.

That plump, pert butt was covered only by a tiny pair of shorts. So short that the lower part of her buttocks peeked out from the hem—two crescent moons of dark flesh squeezed by the fabric, bulging where the seams dug in.

Her back was bare, except for the strip of fabric hugging her breasts. Shoulders, arms, and legs—all exposed.

She was slightly sweaty, and her caramel-colored skin glistened like candy in a store window. A treat that Ethan, whether he’d admit it or not, would love to lick.

A drop of sweat trickled slowly down her spine, disappearing exactly where the shorts began.

Hilda was rummaging through something on a shelf, her hands sifting through dozens of documents and items from the past, stirring up a fine dust that danced in the orange light.

Her breasts were pressed against the edge of the shelf, the heavy flesh flattening against the wood and spilling out around the thin strip of fabric.

Every small movement sent a tremor through the plump, soft flesh of that opulent ass, making it jiggle like two huge mountains of Jell-O.

When she stood on her tiptoes, her buttocks contracted for an instant, dimples forming on either side. When she dropped back down to her heels, all that flesh sank back down together, bouncing once—heavily and slowly.

It was a pleasure to watch.

What man didn’t like warm, squishy, and bouncy mountains?

Perfect for squeezing and relieving stress!

"This Lake Azur didn’t exist in the past. How deep is it?" Hilda asked, finally finding what she was looking for and blowing the dust off the cover.

It was a book with a simple cover, made of worn leather and without many details.

"The deepest parts reach two hundred meters, but on average, I’d say twenty or thirty," Ethan replied, lying comfortably on the couch with his hands behind his head.

He had already described, to the best of his knowledge, the size and shape of Lake Azur.

As for what it would take to master it... well, that was for Hilda to decide.

He knew how important it was to control the sea and waterways in general, but his actual maritime knowledge was pathetic compared to hers—or even to that of the most ordinary fisherman in Goldenveil.

"Move over. I’ve got something better for you to do than stare at my butt," Hilda said, stopping in front of him with the book in one hand and the other on her hip.

Her heavy breasts gave a lazy bounce as she came to a halt.

She hadn’t even needed to turn around to know where his eyes had been.

"You can sit on my lap if you want..." Ethan teased, patting his own thigh.

"Ugh... get lost! I’m going to sit on your face and smother you with my ass, you perverted bastard!" Hilda snapped.