"You... what kind of sorcery is this?" Evelyn asked, her nails digging into Ethan's chest, the position of her arms squeezing her breasts together, the soft flesh pressing up into a deep, enticing cleavage.
A flood of information invaded her mind, explaining exactly what was happening.
Still, she was unable to cope with the confusion that overwhelmed her thoughts.
She remembered the pain, watching her own body as her decapitated head rose through the air, and when she finally came to her senses, she was here.
Why the hell was any of this happening to her?
"I am Ethan Goldenveil." The handsome young man spoke, his hands sliding down to Evelyn's waist, fingers tracing the soft, defined muscles of her belly. "Your rightful Sovereign."
Hearing those words, Evelyn's face contorted and she looked away, jaw tight with irritation.
"Ugh... Is there at least some good beer in this godforsaken place?"
Her voice carried its usual sharp edge, but beneath it she had already accepted what had just happened.
"I don't have any beer with me, but..." Ethan opened the system warehouse, taking out a bottle of F-grade wine he had received from the free summon tickets.
He was still a little unsure about when Evelyn would decide to get off him.
Not that he was complaining. His cock was already hard and throbbing, swallowed between the fat, soft mound of her vulva and the full, weighty curve of her huge ass pressing down against him, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric.
What man could refuse such treatment?
Evelyn snatched the wine from his hands, opening it with ease and tipping it into her mouth, swallowing two greedy gulps.
Her throat moved with each swallow, a single drop escaping the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin before it fell and splashed against the soft, tanned swell of her perfect tits, rolling slowly along the curve of her cleavage.
After the third sip, she did not swallow.
Instead she looked at Ethan and leaned into him, her full, soft lips coming into contact with his. The sweet wine flooded his mouth in a warm torrent, mixed with her saliva, the taste rich and intimate in a way that hit harder than any drink could.
"That's my first kiss, you bastard," she declared, pulling back just enough to fix him with a sharp glare. "I'll serve you, temporarily! But not while you're such a weakling. We're going to train, and I'm going to turn you into a man!"
She tried to hide the soft blush spreading across her cheeks as she watched Ethan's face go slack with pure shock.
Was this woman crazy?
Evelyn was a moment away from pulling herself off his lap when her body suddenly froze.
The office door burst open behind her.
"E-Ethan! What's going on? I heard a scream and-" Alice's words died in her throat as her beautiful blue eyes met Evelyn's sharp, wild silver-gray gaze.
Alice took a step back, covering her mouth with both hands.
"H-husband is... with a whore?" she exclaimed, watching the expression on Evelyn's face shift like a storm rolling in.
"Who the hell are you calling a whore?" Evelyn roared.
With a single fluid movement she launched herself off Ethan's lap, her body spinning elegantly in the air, the heavy bounce of her chest and the rolling sway of her ass cutting through the motion before she landed with grace right in front of the desk.
She wrestled her anger down with visible effort, turned away and dropped onto the edge of the table.
Her tight shorts sank a little deeper into the valley between her perfect, tanned ass cheeks as her full weight settled onto the wood, the fabric pulling taut and creasing into the soft flesh, revealing brief flashes of pale, sensual skin that contrasted sharply against the rest of her sun-kissed body.
Ethan found his gaze drifting on its own. From the delicate flare of her hips to the powerful muscles rolling beneath the smooth skin of her back, to the obscene, generous weight of her ass pressing into the table, the shorts carving deep, soft grooves into her flesh.
It was genuinely hard to look anywhere else.
Evelyn turned back, brushing a thick strand of her long, voluminous, wavy black hair from her face with two fingers.
"She's not a whore." Ethan stood up, stepped toward Alice and pulled her into his arms. "She's just a... uh... new subordinate. She's going to be the captain of the guard."
"Hm..." Alice cast a sideways glance at Evelyn, holding it for a moment before quietly looking away.
That woman was beautiful. There was no honest way around it.
Was Ethan interested in her?
A certain heaviness settled in Alice's chest. It was not uncommon for nobles to take many wives, and she herself had already come to terms with that possibility.
But looking at that woman, the feeling was harder to dismiss than she expected.
Ethan caught on quickly. He understood, but now was not the time for that conversation.
"How's our room?" he asked, tightening his arm around her.
"It's not too dirty. I just need to change some blankets and dust a little, since no one has been in there for months."
"All right." Ethan smiled, giving her a light pat on the butt. "I have a few things to take care of now, okay? Don't worry about Evelyn."
Alice nodded quietly and, after a brief hesitation, left the two of them alone.
"Ah..." Ethan exhaled, shaking his head and bringing his eyes back to Evelyn.
"What? Did you lose something in my face?" she shot back, glancing away.
"Ah... you're certainly arrogant for someone who just wet my pants." The words came out before he could stop them, and he made no effort to hide the smile that followed.
"Wet?" Evelyn's eyes snapped wide and she looked down.
The fabric of her tight shorts mapped it perfectly. A faint dampness spread across the soft, protruding mound her pussy pressed against the taut material, the outline of her vulva unmistakable.
Her thighs clamped shut on instinct and a sharp curse tore out of her.
Ethan had to admit the image of that woman tamed, breathless and begging for his cock was one he found difficult to let go of.
Not that he believed it would come easily. She was nothing like Alice.
With that thought still turning in the back of his mind, Ethan opened the system inventory and pulled out one of the many items he had collected through the gacha.
The Skull-Crushing Axe. A C-rank item.