The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!

The next morning, Ethan woke early and said his farewells to Faelith while they were still within the palace chambers, even before the sun had fully risen above the horizon.

He did not accompany her to the gates. Quite the contrary.

He let her go alone, and before doing so, he ordered his soldiers to treat her—and every member of her entourage—with the utmost coldness and contempt.

All to give the impression that the elf was being expelled from Goldenveil, without a shred of respect or recognition.

Faelith was not at all pleased with the arrangement, of course, but she knew exactly what Ethan was aiming for.

The ideal scenario was to make it seem she had made no progress whatsoever in the negotiations and had left the palace humiliated.

The spies scattered throughout Goldenveil, with no idea of what had actually taken place within those walls, would rush to carry the news to their lords.

They, in turn, would likely move to ask for Faelith’s assistance without hesitation.

All she needed to do was delay them for as long as she could, then force a hasty march once they finally realized it was already too late.

She was an intelligent and immensely powerful woman. She would know what to do.

With the elf already on her way to Greenleaf, Ethan returned to his palace, his light footsteps echoing through the polished marble corridors.

Along the way, he passed many of the maids who worked there. Each curtsied upon seeing him, a sweet smile on her lips and a generous glimpse of ample cleavage spilling from those sexy, tight-fitting uniforms.

Ethan returned each smile with a nod, letting his eyes wander unhurriedly over their beauty and huge tits as he moved on.

His destination was the mansion’s inner garden.

Most of his mother’s mages were already deep in the magic core mines, extracting dozens of cores a day.

Outside the caves, in the Garden, were Alice and Amelia.

The two sat side by side on a carved bench, chatting about life’s little trivialities while enjoying the gentle breeze that carried the scent of flowers.

Alice was already close to her third month of pregnancy and, obviously, was overflowing with happiness.

Her hand rested tenderly on her belly, fingers caressing the small bulge as she felt the life growing inside her.

There was a tinge of sadness in her heart at not being able to accompany her husband on the upcoming military campaign. Still, just imagining the weight of the child in her arms was enough to make her cheeks flush and send a shiver of pure excitement down her spine.

Ethan approached the two of them silently, his hands already moving through the air.

Amelia, a fifth-stage mage, obviously sensed her son’s presence with ease, despite his best efforts to draw near without making a sound.

Still, she chose to ignore him, continuing her conversation with her daughter-in-law.

It wasn’t until Ethan appeared right behind them that the matriarch could no longer remain impassive.

His hands slid over both of their shoulders at the same time, warm and firm against their bare, exposed skin.

His right hand sank into Alice’s pale cleavage, gliding in with ease until his eager fingers claimed one of those plump, heavy breasts—so large that no human hand could ever come close to fully encircling them.

The soft, warm flesh overflowed between his fingers, molding to the shape of his palm as if pleading for more attention.

At the same moment, his left hand moved toward Amelia’s breasts.

His fingers slithered into his mother’s cleavage, plunging into those enormous tits—far larger than Alice’s—which hung obscenely full over a torso so delicate it seemed impossible for it to support them.

Every centimeter of that milky skin was as soft as silk, and the already stiff nipple brushed against his palm the moment his hand settled into place.

He squeezed his mother’s breast firmly, and her whole body shuddered in response, the voluptuous flesh billowing around his fingers like warm dough.

Together, the two women let out muffled moans, their trembling hands flying to Ethan’s arms in a feeble, half-hearted attempt to restrain him.

"H-husband, behave yourself!"

"Yeah~ nghnn~ I didn’t raise you like this!"

The two complained in unison, eliciting an amused laugh from Ethan.

"Well... it’s just that I’m way too in love with both of you..." he teased, leaning over Alice and stealing a deep kiss from her pink lips.

When he turned to Amelia, she tried to pull away, her face already flushed to the tips of her ears, but Ethan cupped her chin and kissed her anyway.

Their lips met, and Amelia could only melt into him, her tongue swirling around his, her whole body surrendering amid muffled sighs.

When he finally pulled away, there was an obvious "I want more" look etched on her face, no matter how hard the mage tried to suppress it.

Ethan was a little disappointed to realize he still couldn’t take her as his wife, but in the end, he didn’t dwell on it.

Sitting between the two of them, he kept one hand resting on Amelia’s delicate waist and the other on Alice’s belly, feeling the life pulsing inside her.

It was his little heir, already getting ready to discover the kingdom his incredible father would forge.

"Hm... after a whole night rubbing up against that elf... you finally remembered your real wives? You naughty husband..." Alice teased, simply nestling closer to Ethan and basking in his warmth.

She’d wanted to sleep with him the night before and wasn’t happy that he’d chosen Faelith over her.

"She’s my woman now too, silly. Respect her," Ethan smiled, moving his hand to give Alice’s butt a gentle pat.

She just pouted, puffing out her cheeks adorably and looking away.

"Mommy’s happy that you have lots of women to give you love, son... but don’t overdo it, okay?" Amelia said from beside Ethan.

"It’s all right, Mom... you know how strong I am when it comes to these things." As he said this, Ethan’s hand began to drift slowly upward.

Just as he was about to cup Amelia’s breasts from below, his hand suddenly pulled back as one of the doors leading to the garden swung open.

It was one of his guards, out of breath.

"My lord, Lord Commander Doran says it’s urgent—a merchant fleet has just arrived at the harbor and is asking to dock! Lord Doran awaits your orders."

Ethan’s eyes widened for a moment, and the next, they filled with excitement.

Finally, Goldenveil was about to welcome merchants other than Ron and the few, impoverished traders they received by land!!

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