With every stride the horse took along the bumpy path, Alice's plump, perfect ass bounced gently, pressing firmly against the bulge in Ethan's pants before being pushed forward by the next stride and then returning against his lap with a soft, low smack, her full cheeks rippling with each impact.
She could clearly feel that big, long, thick thing growing harder against her, throbbing with a slow, insistent pulse.
A vibrant red washed over her cheeks and her eyes closed briefly.
Ethan was far from dense, so he simply enjoyed the ride.
Luckily, his infamous reputation had not yet reached the Darkwall settlement in the Everlasting Forest.
Not that he thought something like that would last long.
It was the system, after all. The system never changes.
A few days, and he would be known as a super pervert around here too.
"E-Ethan... How about I walk? Nghnn~~ Your injuries..." Alice called out, slightly embarrassed, using his injuries as an excuse.
As the only child of a widowed father, her sex education had been limited.
However, the books in her late mother's library, including some spicy novels, had given her a good idea of what that bulge meant.
Ethan wouldn't think she was a pervert if she revealed those thoughts, right?
She absolutely wasn't a pervert!... Right?
"It's not necessary..." Ethan smiled, quickly changing the subject. "Who taught you magic?"
"I-I taught myself from a book my mother left behind..." Alice stammered briefly before regaining her composure.
"Uh?" Ethan exhaled, genuinely surprised.
Learning to manipulate aura, the energy used by warriors, was one thing, and even a child could master it with basic instruction.
But magic was a completely different matter.
Only the twelve magic towers scattered across the continent offered real magical education, and at most, wealthy families could afford to hire a private magician.
Even that, however, was a luxury reserved for the elite.
For Alice to have learned entirely on her own... wasn't she far too talented?
"You're very talented..." Ethan sighed, a note of defeat in his voice.
She appeared to be only nineteen years old and was already a second-stage mage, while he himself, with the best tutors his count father's money could buy, had barely reached the peak of the first stage.
"Do you think so?" Alice asked, turning her face slightly toward him.
"Yes." Ethan nodded.
"My older sister is extremely talented, but even she barely made it to the second stage at twenty-six. Most don't reach that level before forty, and only a tiny fraction reach the third stage before fifty or sixty."
He paused for a moment.
"A mage as beautiful and talented as you will likely reach the third stage before thirty. My father would certainly welcome you into the family without hesitation and even pay for your education."
Ethan laughed bitterly.
Honestly, his father would probably not hesitate to sell him for the chance to have her in the family.
Not that Ethan was unfamiliar with this feeling. It had been the same in his previous life.
The compliments made Alice flinch, a shy smile playing on her lips.
'Accepting into the family... does that mean marriage?'
Embarrassed, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes briefly meeting Ethan's before quickly turning back to the front.
He was handsome, tall, noble-looking and slender, just like the heroes in the novels she loved to read.
Gradually, Alice relaxed, letting her body lean back until her shoulders rested warm and soft against Ethan's chest.
Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath, swaying gently with the horse's rhythm, their weight shifting in slow, generous arcs beneath her dress.
Her ass settled even more firmly against the bulge in his pants, the supple flesh molding against him with every stride, each sending a subtle ripple coursing upward through those generous curves.
The young man swallowed hard, feeling his cock throb painfully under the soft, warm pressure of those full, perfect orbs.
At that moment, the horse took a slightly longer stride, jumping over a small hole in the path.
Alice, completely relaxed, shuddered. A short, sharp squeal escaped her full, pink lips, her whole body lurching, her enormous breasts bouncing heavily with the sudden movement, straining against the thin fabric of her dress as they swayed back and forth before gradually settling.
"Careful!" Ethan exclaimed, releasing one hand from Blue's reins and wrapping his arm around her.
His hand fell upon one of her enormous breasts, fingers sinking deep into the vast, pale flesh, far from being able to fully encapsulate it, the supple mass spilling warmly between his fingers and pressing flush against his palm, its weight both surprising and intoxicating.
"E-Ethan... Nghnnn!~~" Alice's lips parted in a long, indecent moan, her toes curling as she gritted her teeth, a tremor running down from her chest all the way to her feet.
"Annh~" She panted heavily. "Young master, your hand..."
"Ah, sorry..." Ethan reluctantly withdrew his hand.
The large twin mountains swayed in his absence, jiggling softly from the motion before stilling, the pale flesh flushed where his fingers had pressed. She hugged her own chest quickly, her face burning deep crimson.
Alice leaned forward, her back arching away from his chest. Her butt lifted with the new position, the plump, soft cheeks rising and aligning perfectly with Ethan's lap, the thin fabric of her dress pulled taut over every generous curve.
'Wet?'
His eyes widened. A dark, damp stain marked her dress, the thin fabric clinging tightly to the plump, pale outer lips of her virgin pussy.
Ethan looked away.
His eyes met those of the horse, which seemed to be wearing a strange, almost intelligent smile.
'So you did it on purpose...' Ethan thought, smiling at the animal with approval.
He had simply wanted the creature to carry him to the village, from where he would figure out what to do next.
But now, Ethan was certain: he would take very good care of that horse.