The four women used that breakfast time to chat among themselves, getting to know their new addition, whose beauty was in no way inferior to their own.
Ethan ate in silence and, when he was finished, handed Ophelia the shadow artifact heâd received from his system mission.
A single glance was all the beauty needed to understand what it was. Her gaze drifted toward Ethanâs maids, and a soft smile curved her lips.
Strange feelings were stirring in her heart, and, well, what better way to deal with them than to find things to do?
The moment Opheliaâs intense gaze fell upon them, the maids shuddered, a chill crawling down their spines.
"You girls... what are you waiting for? Come over to your new teacher! Iâm going to teach you everything I know, just right, fufufu~"
Opheliaâs words echoed sweetly through the dining room, yet to the maidsâ ears, they rang out like a death sentence freshly pronounced.
What kind of trouble had their Lord gotten them into?
Right after breakfast, the girls shared a few affectionate moments with Ethan before going their separate ways to their respective tasks.
Alice went to continue Veronicaâs magic lessons, Evelyn left to train with Mireya, Elena withdrew to work on her projects, and before long, Ethan found himself alone in Opheliaâs company.
The maids had already gathered in a spacious hall at the center of the mansion, anxiously awaiting their new teacher, who was strolling through the corridors alongside their young lord.
The two walked close together, Opheliaâs body pressed against Ethanâs side, his right arm draped over her shoulders.
"Do you really need to... nghnn~~ touch me like this while we walk?"
Ophelia asked, a low moan slipping past her lips.
Her gaze slowly drifted down to her own cleavage, where Ethanâs right hand was buried deep, grasping the ample, creamy crown of one of her pale breasts.
As large as his masculine palm was, it couldnât fully encase even that exposed mound, the soft flesh bulging around his fingers.
He squeezed lightly, playing with that massive tit in his hand, kneading it with varying degrees of pressure.
His fingers sank deep into the supple flesh, only to be pushed back out the instant his grip eased, that heavenly meat refusing to be fully contained.
Having his fingers swallowed up by the warm, plush softness of those breasts of incomparable size, weight, and shape, was simply divine.
"Yes... absolutely necessary."
Ethan nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, leaning over Ophelia and pressing his lips against hers.
The woman resisted at first, but soon melted into him, parting her lips to let his tongue invade her mouth.
A muffled moan vibrated against his lips as his grip on her breast tightened, his fingers sinking even deeper into the tender, pillowy flesh.
Their tongues met and tangled, her delicate, pink tongue dancing against his for a brief, heated moment, until he finally pulled away, a thin thread of saliva still bridging their lips.
Ophelia blushed deeply, her mature, beautiful face cycling through a hundred emotions in the span of a single second.
"Mmmhn~ I betrayed my own son for you, killed all his operatives in Goldenveil, and even gave my body to you... Can you at least tell me what kind of unholy ability you used on me?"
What frightened her most, honestly, was that she was fully aware of everything that had happened, and yet she still couldnât bring herself to resist.
It was as if something deep within her heart was rewriting the very essence of how she saw the world, gradually molding her into a woman who could love nothing but Ethan.
"Itâs a secret. But i can tell you if..."
He leaned in, whispering something into her ear before his palm came crashing down on the beautyâs plump buttock.
A loud smack echoed through the hallway, his fingers sinking deep into the lush curve hidden beneath the tight black leather skirt.
The firm flesh trembled violently against his palm, a slow, heavy ripple rolling through her cheeks and pushing against the leather that fought to keep it contained.
Ophelia turned as red as a tomato in an instant, all her composure crumbling away.
She took a deep breath before letting out a defeated sigh.
"I-Iâll think about it..."
The beauty resumed walking with trembling steps, and Ethan followed close behind.
"How did you get information about my mother?"
The young Lord asked.
"Players... I was already well-known on Earth before coming to this world with my son, and even before that, I planted about a thousand loyal agents who do nothing but gather information for me."
Ophelia paused briefly.
"I have a special ability that grants me access to the common playersâ forum, so I can contact the agents quite easily."
Hearing this, Ethanâs eyes lit up with an intense gleam.
So, was this truly a game?
No...
If it were a game, he wouldnât be there, and Ophelia wouldnât treat that world so seriously.
"Youâre not an ordinary Golden Lord, are you? I have a list of all one thousand chosen Golden Lords, and youâre not on that list."
"Iâm not."
Ethan shook his head.
He didnât bother to lie, finding it both pointless and troublesome.
"I came to this world twenty years ago, after dying on Earth.
Some crazy system chose me and brought me to the eternal forest, where I killed and took the Golden Lordâs ring from the one who was supposed to take over Goldenveil.
I think his name was Erick, or something like that."
"Erick?"
Opheliaâs eyes narrowed for a brief moment, only to widen the very next instant.
She knew that name very well.
Her lips parted in a sweet laugh as she shook her head.
"I know his father. Heâs a sadistic, cruel son of a bitch. He must be going crazy over his sonâs death, hahaha~"
At that moment, she noticed Ethanâs confused look, his lips parting.