"Why isn’t Alice done yet? With her talent, this should have been over much faster..."

Ethan’s voice came out muffled, tinged with worry.

A week had passed since his own breakthrough. The very next morning, Evelyn had also broken through, a fierce and powerful aura forming around her.

Alice, on the other hand, remained locked away in her room.

The fluctuations seeping out from inside grew more intense, climbing endlessly higher, yet never reaching any final peak.

"Forming a magic circle isn’t as easy as forming your own aura. She must be taking so long because of the high quality of her circle." Mireya’s voice came out a little flushed, with a thin edge of irritation laced through it.

"Hm... that makes sense..." Ethan sighed, his words still muffled.

Why was his voice muffled? And why did Mireya sound so put out?

Well...

He was using her and Evelyn as pillows.

Both women sat side by side on his lap, hips pressed together, their perfect, shapely asses jostling for space on his thighs.

Plump cheek crushed against plump cheek, the soft flesh squeezed where they met, warm mounds of meat squishing flat between hip and thigh.

Their bare tits hung free in the cool breeze, tops long since torn off, stiff nipples exposed to the open air.

Mireya’s ample, creamy, purple-skinned tits pressed firmly against Evelyn’s tanned pair, slightly smaller but no less perfect, the tanned flesh full and heavy.

Her pink nipples, framed by an obscene pale patch of untanned skin, mashed flat against Mireya’s purplish ones. Four stiff little buds ground into a sensitive tangle as the four soft mounds compressed against one another.

And buried snugly in the deep valley where all that warm tit-flesh met was, naturally, Ethan’s face.

His hands wrapped around the women’s delicate waists, fingers kneading their silky skin while his face sank deeper into the fragrant embrace of those huge, soft boobs.

"Ah~~ aren’t you tired of this yet? We should be training right now, not-"

Before Evelyn could finish her sentence, Ethan’s palm had already cracked down on her shapely, luscious ass.

The tanned flesh exploded into ripples under the impact, the firm cheek flattening into a momentary, handprint-shaped crater beneath his palm before snapping back into shape.

A bright red handprint bloomed vivid against the bronzed skin, slowly fading into a faint pink afterglow.

Evelyn moaned, biting her lower lip as she panted, her body writhing slightly against him.

"Nghnn~~ if you’re going to tease me like that, at least just fuck me already... Don’t think I can’t make you call me Mommy Evelyn!"

She grunted with feigned anger, hugging Ethan and yanking him harder against her chest, actively trying to smother him in all that hot, tanned flesh. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Not to be outdone, Mireya, her face still flushed and her eyes carrying a hint of indignation, flashed a soft smile and matched Evelyn’s act.

Ethan’s free hand wandered down to palm Mireya’s plump ass cheek, giving it a possessive squeeze. The soft, creamy flesh oozed out between his fingers like dough. He drew back and brought his hand down with a sharp crack.

The cheek bounced violently under the slap, the firm meat flattening for an instant before it sprang back, ripples chasing one another across the silky purple skin.

A fresh handprint bloomed in a light shade of pink against her natural hue.

Mireya yelped, then bit down on his earlobe in retaliation.

Poor women...

Little did they know all of this was part of Ethan’s plan.

Dying by suffocation was terrible, sure, but what truly mattered was how you died by suffocation, not whether you died by suffocation.

In the end, after a few long minutes of drowning in the two beauties’ bosoms and leaving their asses burning red from his slaps, Ethan, with his with pale skin covered in scratches, finally let them go, allowing Mireya to personally train Evelyn.

The fact that both women saw Ethan as a degenerate pervert beyond redemption had brought them much closer together.

Because of this, Mireya began spending far more time outside the pendant, actively using her ancestral knowledge to help Evelyn through her training.

Unfortunately, she didn’t want to share that knowledge with anyone else, though Ethan didn’t think it was necessary anyway.

Doran already had more than enough knowledge to turn Goldenveil’s guard into a powerful military force.

Mireya’s knowledge would be welcome, but not all that essential.

With a sigh, Ethan glanced at Goldenveil’s information screen.

[Name: GoldenVeil

Type: Small Village

Population: 826

Population Loyalty: 88%

Houses: 474 (465 occupied)

Prosperity: Good

Attractiveness: Good

Population Growth: +26/Week (Increase attractiveness and prosperity to gain more residents)

Lord: Ethan GoldenVeil

Knights: 0

Average Level: 0

Guard: 50 Light Infantry

Average Level: 28

Guard Loyalty: 90%

’Stone Wall with Battlements and Parapets’ Status: 12090/12090

Treasury: 2,720 gold coins (-286.02/month)

Upgrade requirements: 474/250 houses, 600/1,000 inhabitants, 100 gold coins, Lord at Baron level or higher]

[Attention: Adventurers will begin arriving in Goldenveil at random starting tomorrow! Ensure you have all the necessary infrastructure so that Goldenveil’s fame spreads and more adventurers visit.

The mission creation and editing system will be unlocked soon!]

Ethan smiled faintly at the village’s growth.

The guard was the only thing lagging behind, but there wasn’t much he could do beyond preparing a militia that in desperate situations, would fight alongside the regular guards.

Goldenveil’s stockpiled food, originally meant to last for years, was running out far faster and faster. The reserves wouldn’t survive much beyond the coming winter.

There was still a solid buffer for the long winter ahead, but the moment spring arrived and harvest season began, he’d have to work hard to secure food for all his people.

If too many citizens ended up tied to military duty, he’d run into serious trouble.

Fortunately, things were running smoothly for now, even after Goldenveil’s monthly operating costs skyrocketed from the considerable salary increase he had pushed through.

Doran alone, having reached the third stage, now earned twenty gold coins a month.

Ironically, that was still a pitiful sum for a third-stage specialist.

His father’s Darkwall family, for instance, spent over twenty-five thousand gold coins a month just on their five hundred third-stage specialists.

Still, Doran was thrilled with the pay. It made him the richest commoner in Goldenveil, and before long, a newly arrived beauty had thrown herself into his arms.

Knowing the woman carried a Rank B talent, Ethan felt rather satisfied with Doran’s taste in women.

The child born of that marriage, Doran’s heir, would almost certainly inherit at least a Rank A talent.

Eventually, Ethan sighed and pushed those thoughts from his mind, walking toward an empty lot still in the center of Goldenveil, just ahead of Ron’s shop and the Lord’s mansion.

Extending his hand, he activated instant construction.