Chapter 451: It is huge!

“Hm… that would be nice too, but then how are you going to show me what’s in that book?” Ethan said, utterly shameless, with a crooked smile on his face.

“Shit…” Hilda grunted, running her hand over her face.

How could such a shameless man even exist?

It was even strange for her to see him speaking to his subordinates so seriously and then basically turning into a perverted brat when he was with her.

With a sigh, she turned her back to him.

Ethan sat up immediately, swinging his legs off the couch, and she dropped onto his lap without ceremony. The old couch creaked beneath them.

Her weight came crashing down on him all at once—warm, soft, heavy.

Her plump ass cheeks spread across his thighs, the fat flesh flattening and bulging out past the hem of her shorts, and the heat of her skin seeped through the fabric of his pants instantly.

Hilda felt something against her butt right away.

She wiggled her hips slowly, as if testing something.

Her plump flesh rolled over the hard bulge, the two heavy cheeks parting and squeezing back together around it, and she felt every centimeter of it slide along the cleft of her butt even with two layers of fabric in the way.

Then her eyes widened.

“Oh… damn! It is huge!” She suddenly spread her legs, her thick, luscious thighs sliding apart over his knees, and slipped her hand between them.

She gripped that cylindrical bulge hidden beneath Ethan’s pants tightly. Her fingers tried to close around it, but couldn’t meet on the other side.

It was thick, hot, and throbbed against her palm as if it had a life of its own.

Ethan let out a low grunt, his hips rising reflexively against her hand and jostling the soft weight on his lap.

“Good.” She nodded with a big smile, giving it one last squeeze before letting go, as if approving the quality of a piece of wood before closing the deal.

Ethan just chuckled softly, not even pretending he hadn’t enjoyed it.

Hilda had never been very interested in getting married, or in men in general.

But well, if Ethan wanted her, she at least wanted to make sure he was decent.

In the end, she just let herself relax.

In his lap, the top of her head barely reached Ethan’s chin. Too small to do anything but let herself be held tightly.

His arms wrapped around her without asking permission. One of his hands spread across her bare stomach, his palm firm and warm.

The skin there was smooth and slightly damp from the day’s sweat, and Ethan felt the muscles tense beneath his fingers for a moment.

His forearm rested just below her fat, juicy tits, their warm weight settling on top of it.

The soft flesh pressed down against his arm a little more every time she breathed in.

Hilda’s delicate hands moved to the book’s cover as she nestled into his strong embrace.

Her bare shoulders pressed against his chest, her butt still perched atop that bulge that showed no sign of diminishing.

“This is my old design book. I’m going to create something new for Goldenveil, but I can still show you a few examples of my designs,” she said, opening the book.

The handwriting was quite different from her rebellious appearance.

The drawings were perfect and orderly, every line in the right place. The script was beautiful and delicate, clearly done with care and honed over a long time.

Hilda immediately sensed Ethan’s surprise. She could even feel his chin twitch above her head.

“Don’t be surprised… my adoptive mother made me practice calligraphy until my fingers bled from holding the pen so tightly. She was a tough woman, but, well, it worked.” Hilda gave a soft chuckle, turning the pages carefully until she came to one of her ships.

It was large, two hundred meters from bow to stern. Clearly a warship, but much more like the ships Ethan knew from Earth than those from Estria.

Instead of hundreds of cannons along the sides, it had three central gun turrets, each with three 400-millimeter magic cannons. Two turrets at the front of the ship and one at the rear.

There were other smaller cannons, of course, but those nine were the main ones.

Other than that, it was a heavy ship, built from a combination of magic wood and high-quality steel.

The cannons themselves were far more advanced than anything in use in Estria today.

The loss of technology from the Mythic Age to the present had been truly staggering, Ethan had to admit.

It was strange to see a ship from three hundred thousand years ago so superior to a modern vessel.

“This is a Gloriana-class ship. It has a capacity for five thousand crew members and runs on a relatively simple type of magical engine. You have a mine for magical cores, correct? I’ll need one hundred superior magical cores and also…”

Hilda began writing on a blank page, still sitting on his lap, jotting down everything she needed to begin operations.

Every time she leaned forward to write, her butt shifted and ground lazily against the bulge beneath her. Neither of them said a word about it.

And that’s how the next few hours passed.

They discussed the ships Ethan would need in the future, how the construction materials would be supplied, the requirements for each vessel, and the deadlines.

In a year, with her workers and no shortage of resources, Hilda hoped to build at least one Gloriana-class ship and perhaps five or six medium-sized ships.

In any case, Hilda would have to adapt the Gloriana-class to Goldenveil and the resources available to her.

Fortunately, Ethan would take care of all the tedious parts, and she and her girls would just need to do their jobs and make sure the ships were ready to dominate the azur lake.

Considering how much wisdom she possessed and how much less advanced the technology was at that time, that shouldn’t be difficult.