Chapter 476: Did you lose something in my boobs?

Ethan stayed with Ysara and Mireya for another hour, having a little fun with mother and daughter before leaving.

Of course, he also took the chance to open the system inventory, pulling out every advancement resource he’d earned from those premium gacha tickets and handing them all to Ysara.

The success of her advancement was far too important to risk anything.

After exchanging a few more affectionate gestures with the two of them—and with Mireya back inside the pendant on her chest—he left to attend to other matters around Goldenveil.

He had barely taken a few steps when a slight tingling ran up his spine.

All of Goldenveil’s magical energy, aura and mana alike, shuddered for a brief moment, like the surface of a lake touched by a stone.

That could only mean one thing. Ysara had begun her advancement.

Ethan smiled slightly, feeling the wave gradually subside, and continued on his way without further delay.

First, he went to check on the shipyard, which was operating at full steam. Even from a distance, he could hear the rhythmic clang of hammers on steel and the high whine of saws, the air thick with the smell of fresh sawdust and hot metal.

Normally, the five thousand women working there would be divided among several ships at once. In the past, they could build up to fifty at a time, depending on the orders they received.

Now, however, all that labor was concentrated on just two ships. Gigantic Glorian-class vessels.

An area spanning over three hundred meters had already been cleared to fit the full length of each vessel, receiving steel plates forged by the dwarves of Goldenveil, who were more than happy to take part in such grand projects.

The foundations of spiritwood, harvested from Fallenwinter, were already going up, tracing the silhouette of what would one day be the hull across the ground.

Ethan, to be honest, knew nothing about shipbuilding, so he kept his opinions to himself.

He simply walked among the many female workers, who paused what they were doing to bow respectfully as he passed, then went right back to work the moment he moved on.

Finally, he reached the first of the ships, slightly further along than the other but still many months from completion.

Hilda was working.

Using a magic-powered saw, she was cutting a piece of spiritwood, shaping it into a component used to lock the ship’s structure in place.

Generally speaking, steel would be much better for something like this, but it was too heavy.

Fallenwinter’s spiritwood, when properly treated and aligned with the ship’s magical shield systems, had a strength that rivaled steel while being infinitely lighter.

Hilda had already been working for a few hours and was drenched in sweat, despite the air-conditioned interior.

Her brown shorts were tighter than usual, the damp fabric sinking deep between the plump cheeks of her juicy ass and biting into her thick thighs.

The front was no better. Since the shorts were so tight, the strip of fabric running across her pussy didn’t really cover everything.

It sank into the squishy, soft mound of her vulva, which practically swallowed the cloth on both sides, her plump labia pushing out past the edges and leaving a sliver of them exposed in an obscene sight.

Ethan, as a lover of puffy pussies, couldn’t help but admire the view for a good while.

Naturally, Hilda noticed when he arrived. She switched off the saw, the hum dying out, and set her tools aside before turning around.

The strip of fabric that hugged her breasts horizontally—so thin it covered no more than three or four fingers’ width—had also soaked through with sweat, clinging to her like a second skin.

Her chubby, round nipples stood out clearly beneath the wet white cloth, every detail of them traced through the thin fabric, a sight no less obscene than the one she had between her legs.

As she turned, somewhat abruptly, her breasts swayed heavily, lagging a half-second behind her body before swinging around. One slapped against the other with a soft, wet smack.

Ethan kept a smile on his face, admiring Hilda’s caramel-colored skin, which glowed subtly in the room’s light.

Drops of sweat trickled slowly down the valley between her breasts and disappeared.

Honestly, he was glad Hilda explicitly forbade men from entering her workplace without permission.

He wouldn’t feel comfortable with other men staring at her while she worked in such... well, free-spirited attire.

In any case, she wasn’t crazy enough to go out on the street dressed like that. She relied on her magic to change outfits instantly whenever she needed to.

Knowing that only other women—and, of course, himself—had access to such a beautiful sight, Ethan was satisfied.

He was far too possessive to be at ease with any other possibility.

"What are you looking at, brat? Did you lose something in my boobs?"

"Yeah... can I stick my face in there to look for it?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

Hilda’s face took on a reddish hue beneath her caramel-colored skin, and she crossed her arms as if that would hide something. All it really did was squeeze her breasts together, the soft mounds bulging up over her forearms and pressing against each other in a deep, sweat-slick cleavage.

Ethan couldn’t hold back. He approached her with calm steps, his hands sliding straight to that slender waist—delicate yet firm beneath his fingers—her skin warm and slippery with sweat.

With a gentle tug, he turned Hilda to face away from him and sat down on the sofa beside her, pulling her close.

Her butt settled onto his lap with a soft weight, her plump buttocks spreading over his thighs as they took her, the damp fabric of her shorts warm against him. Ethan felt every centimeter of that hot, moist flesh molding itself to him.

"What do you want?" Hilda asked, without moving, and the question drew a sigh from Ethan.

"Can’t a man just want to see his future wife anymore?" He smiled, brushing aside a strand of hair stuck to her neck and pressing a slow kiss against the sweaty skin there, the taste of salt on his lips.

Ethan was dying to devour that woman right then and there.