Alice knelt in front of Ethan, her heels sinking into the soft flesh of her perfect ass.
Her face burned a deep crimson as she leaned forward to help him.
With a soft sigh, she pulled down his pants. When she had finished removing everything, her eyes were inevitably drawn to the long, thick, throbbing bulge straining against his underwear.
Why was that thing so enormous?
Ethan maintained a cool and composed appearance on the surface, but inside he was rejoicing, thanking the gods for reincarnating him in such a privileged body.
One lifetime with a small dick had been enough. Now, all that was left was to put his anaconda to good use.
"D-don't move..." Alice stammered, her trembling hands gliding over his toned legs.
She focused on a deep cut on his upper thigh, dangerously close to the prominent bulge in his underwear.
Avoiding Ethan's intense gaze, she murmured a sequence of arcane words under her breath.
The wound closed with a slight tingling sensation, disappearing without leaving a trace of a scar.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Alice smiled. Her fingers slid smoothly to his abdomen, touching a small cut there.
As she leaned forward, her perfect breasts pressed firmly against Ethan's groin, the massive mounds engulfing the bulge in his pants with their incredible softness. The weight of them settled over his cock, warm and heavy, while the soft flesh molded around his hardness.
Her delicate palm pressed down on the wound, and a soft light emanated from her hand, gradually closing the injury.
'Damn... how can such enormous tits even exist naturally in this world?' Ethan wondered, feeling every ounce of weight from Alice's breasts against his throbbing cock.
Despite their size, they were full, perky, and perfectly round, unmatched even by the most exaggerated silicone freaks of his previous world.
Was it too much to ask to die between them?
"Your injuries were very superficial. No internal damage. I think that's enough." Alice flashed a flushed smile as she stood up, her breasts bouncing gently with the movement, the heavy globes swaying before settling back into place.
With some effort, she turned her back to him. "Y-you can get dressed now. I'll wait outside," she murmured, staggering toward the door.
Ethan let out a heavy sigh, watching the hypnotic sway of her hips and the way her ass undulated with every step, each cheek rising and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm.
He went to the suitcase, took out a change of plain, unremarkable clothes, got dressed, and then called Alice back inside.
When she returned, she slowly made her way to a nearby chair.
Her breathing came in labored gasps.
Her dress, soaked with sweat, had become slightly transparent. A pair of puffy, pink nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin white fabric, the peaks pressing against the damp material.
"Are you okay?" Ethan asked, his eyes scanning her body and noticing the obvious signs of magical exhaustion.
Apparently, the book from which she had learned magic had not taught her how to control mana very well.
During the healing, Alice had simply poured mana over him nonstop, draining herself in the process.
"Yes, just a little tired." She replied with a weak smile, still avoiding looking at him directly.
"Hmm... I think I have something that might help." Ethan turned to the luggage. "Have you ever tried enchanted wine?"
"Oh... I don't drink... and there's only beer here. It's awful..."
"Don't worry, this isn't ordinary alcohol. It's a special kind that helps talented people recover their energy." He displayed an exquisite and expensive-looking bottle.
"Isn't that too expensive? I don't want to cause trouble..." Alice protested softly.
"Don't worry about it. Consider it a thank you for saving my life, although it's a very modest payment." Ethan smiled, taking two golden glasses from his bag and pouring the wine with practiced ease.
Hesitantly, Alice reached out and took one of the drinks.
Immediately, she was enveloped by the intoxicating aroma.
At her fingertips, she felt a peculiar energy, mana and aura flowing together, blending with the mesmerizing scent.
Just inhaling it, she felt slightly invigorated, her magical reserves stirring to life.
Blushing, she brought the glass to her full, pink lips, the cold metal touching them as she let a single timid sip enter her mouth.
Instantly, she shuddered. Her eyes sparkled as her taste buds adjusted to that unique flavor.
It was sweet, but not overly so, with a smoothness that caused only a slight, almost imperceptible burning in her throat.
Her already burning body seemed to heat up even more, and her magical reserves reacted in equal measure.
It wasn't enough to restore more than a fraction of her mana, but it was an amount that would normally take hours of meditation to absorb from the environment.
Seeing her reaction, Ethan couldn't help but smile.
"It's delicious," Alice murmured, lowering her head shyly, her face a vibrant red. She held out the glass toward him. "Can I have some more?"
"Of course. Let's drink it all together. This type of wine loses its properties quickly after opening." Ethan sat down next to her and poured more for both of them.
For a few minutes, they drank in silence, circulating their energies to absorb all the mana and aura exuded by the wine.
"You know... my father loved wine," Alice commented softly, her gentle voice carrying a hint of intoxication. "He had a personal wine cellar and always drank while telling me stories..."
"He seems to have been an admirable man."
"He was..." Alice shuddered, her eyes watering. "He passed away last year... there was a terrible goblin attack. We lost a lot of people..."
"I'm sorry." Ethan held her hands firmly, noticing the deep sadness in her voice.
"No... I should be the one apologizing..." Alice looked away, trying to hide her face, but she returned his grip nonetheless.
Feeling a pang of guilt, Ethan pulled his chair closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
Alice shuddered at the touch, but she didn't pull away. She let her body lean to the side, her vision slightly blurred by the alcohol.
She felt her blood boil, a strange heat taking over her core and spreading through her groin.
She rested her head on his shoulder and turned slightly, pressing her enormous breasts against Ethan's ribs. The soft mounds compressed against him, their weight and warmth seeping through his shirt.
She looked up, studying the young man's noble and beautiful features.
She was well aware of her own beauty, almost divine in nature, but Ethan did not seem inferior to her in the slightest.
Even with clearly lesser talent, he was still the most talented man she had ever seen, far above the young men of the settlement who courted her. Those men were like disrespectful savages compared to someone who looked like the perfect prince from her romance novels.
Insecurity struck her suddenly, her mind fixating on a single thought: 'A talented commoner is still a commoner.'
For a moment, she almost stepped away, ready to end it right there and preserve what remained of her dignity.
But when she saw Ethan approaching, his cheeks also flushed, his warm masculine breath caressing her face, she erased all negative thoughts from her mind.
Their lips met abruptly.
Ethan was surprised by her initiative, but he responded immediately, moving his hands to her waist and then to her plump, perfect ass.
He gave it a firm slap. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the soft flesh, her ass cheek jiggling violently from the strike. The flesh bounced, wave after wave spreading outward before gradually settling.