[You have successfully completed the mission "Taming a Wild Pussy."]
[Your rewards have been moved to the system inventory: 2 premium gacha tickets, 10 common gacha tickets, +150% XP, +1 talent rank.]
[You have leveled up! 22 -> 23. You have received 1 free attribute point.]
[Your talent has been upgraded! Rank E -> Rank D]
[All your base attributes have increased with your talent.]
[Your aura reserve has increased! 200 -> 300]
[Evelyn's loyalty has increased by 10!]
[Evelyn's opinion has increased by 10!]
Ethan read the flood of system notifications that invaded his mind, his eyes shining brighter with each line.
Immediately, he opened his status screen, a wide smile spreading across his face.
[Name: Ethan Goldenveil Level: 23/25 (XP: 53%)
Available Rebirths: 2
Stage: 1 (Advancement quest available at level 25.)
Talent: Rank D
Noble Title: Intermediate Knight. (Increase your prestige to improve your title.)
Heroic Title: The Unrivaled Degenerate of Darkwall! (-3 prestige)
Prestige: 11/15
Aura: 163/300
Attributes:
Strength: 21
Agility: 20
Vitality: 22
Intelligence: 18
Charm: 420
Free attribute points: 1]
Even setting aside the attribute points gained from leveling up, the increase in base attributes was absurd on its own.
His intelligence had nearly doubled, and the same was true for his vitality, agility, and strength.
Even his already enormous charm had grown considerably.
Pausing for a moment, Ethan closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.
His mind was sharper and his muscles hummed with heat.
He still wasn't at the level of a second-stage warrior, but among those of the first stage with equivalent talent, he was confident he could beat anyone.
That confidence, of course, did not extend to those with Grade B talent or higher.
Those were on a completely different level.
'Come on, system, what are you waiting for? Give me another mission! I want to reach Grade C soon!' Ethan shouted mentally, but quickly regretted it.
The system claimed to be impartial, but he was sure it wasn't.
If he asked for too much, it would screw him over without a second thought, because the system, the system never changes.
[The host thinks too much... the only desire of the great pervert's system is to create an unrivaled Golden Lord!]
In the end, Ethan just shook his head.
It wasn't worth arguing with that damn thing.
'Alaric's attributes must be at least forty on average,' he thought, scratching his chin.
He didn't want to run away, and he didn't want to depend on Evelyn either.
He wanted to kill Alaric in a one-on-one fight, in front of the entire guard, at the exact moment they decided it was time to get rid of him.
If he pulled that off, he would likely gain a great deal of prestige and earn the trust of his people.
After all, he would need a tremendous amount of power to protect them from everything that lurked in that place.
"What are you thinking about, hm?" Evelyn asked, still naked in his arms, her warm weight pressed lazily against his chest.
"If you keep daydreaming like this, I'll be the one carrying you!" She curved her lips into a mischievous smile.
Ethan almost retorted, but remembering how unpredictable that woman could be, he decided to stay silent.
He had no interest in being carried around like a princess in his own woman's arms.
He squeezed Evelyn's butt a little harder instead, his fingers sinking into the supple, firm flesh and drawing a soft sound from her lips, before quickening his pace toward the only bathroom in the residence.
Although he called the place a mansion, Ethan did so more out of habit than because it truly was one.
Four bedrooms, a single bathroom, no running water, and most of the lighting provided by candles. It was not so different from the middle-class homes he had known in his past life, perhaps even a little poorer.
"Soon, I'll have a real mansion," he muttered to himself.
The Lord's mansion, an urban residence far from the fortresses usually attributed to nobles, was one of the many power bases of the nobility in that world.
His father had invested a fortune in his own, purely as a display of prestige, power, and wealth.
With a quiet grunt, Ethan pushed those thoughts aside and set Evelyn down.
Standing, she reached just a few inches below his eye level. Face to face, she had to rise onto her tiptoes to hold his gaze properly.
"What, want another round before Alice gets back?" Ethan chuckled softly, his hands sliding down to her slim waist, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his palms.
For such a rough woman, her skin had the quality of something delicate and unblemished, smooth and creamy, warm beneath his touch as if it might melt under the press of his fingers.
"Hm..." Evelyn didn't answer right away, her eyes dropping.
His cock was already hard, pressing firmly against her toned abdomen. She wrapped her hand around it without hesitation, her grip firm and sure, and then froze.
"Ethan? I'm done tidying up the house, I just have to ask someone to bring things here now." Alice's voice rang through the mansion.
She checked the bedroom first, and finding it empty, headed straight for the bathroom.
"Shit!" Evelyn's eyes went wide, but before she could think of backing away, the door was already open.
Alice stopped in the doorway.
Her gaze moved slowly, taking in Ethan, naked, unmoving, and then Evelyn beside him, also bare, her hand still wrapped around him.
A flood of emotions washed through her, her eyes trembling before she shut them.
It stung, just a little. But that was okay.
Evelyn was a good woman.
She hesitated. Then, finally, her fingers found the hem of her dress.
"Hm... Husband really needed a good bath either way~~" Alice murmured, her cheeks flushing deep pink as the fabric slid upward, riding over the generous swell of her hips and the soft, full curves of her chest before falling away entirely.
With small, trembling steps, she crossed the room and pressed herself against Ethan's side, her arms wrapping around him just beside Evelyn.
The moment both women leaned in, their chests collided gently against him, the heavy, plush weight of their breasts squeezing together across his chest, each fighting softly for space.
Ethan let his eyes travel slowly over them both.
His cock had slipped free from Evelyn's hand and was now caught between them, nestled in the smooth warmth of their pressed hips, squeezed on both sides by soft skin.
He exhaled slowly.
His grip tightened, one hand finding Evelyn's hip and the other settling at the curve of Alice's lower back, pulling both of them against him.
He felt as if he were about to lose control completely.