Chapter 291: Don’t be late
Chapter 291: Don’t be late
[Just a small change: From now on, paladin orders will count as knight orders. It’s better for keeping everything organized.]
Right after Seo-ah left, Ethan remained seated in his office for a long time, silent.
He didn’t worry too much about the fact that she had simply run out of the office all on her own. At least, not the way he would have if she were a native inhabitant of this world.
If he were a player too, like her, he’d probably react the exact same way.
Full-immersion VRMMORPGs were already gaining popularity when he died, around the year 2063, and he himself had played them a few times.
More than twenty years had passed since then.
If he were still alive back in that world, he’d probably be doing exactly what she was doing now—exploring every corner of it with wide-eyed wonder.
And, just like her, he would have shouted with joy upon landing a mission of that magnitude.
After all, in her eyes, he was nothing more than an NPC.
"Ah... this is problematic," Ethan grunted, letting himself sink onto the couch and folding his hands behind his head.
His gaze drifted up to the ceiling of the luxurious office, and a heavy sigh slipped past his lips.
There was so much to do in so little time that the feeling of being overwhelmed was beginning to weigh on his shoulders.
Fortunately, he had his beautiful wives and his trusted subordinates to help him carry the load.
Ethan’s eyes closed for a brief moment, only to open again at the sound of a soft knock on the office door.
The door swung open right after, revealing an elegant, beautiful woman.
With her black hair neatly tied back, a tight white top straining against the generous fullness of her huge tits, and a black skirt that clung to every one of her voluptuous curves, she reminded Ethan of a secretary straight out of modern Earth.
It was Ophelia.
"Hmm... relaxing, I see..." Her full lips curved into an elegant, provocative smile. "Don’t tell me you just, well... took that Korean woman?"
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a soft click.
"No," Ethan shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Why? Would you like to see it happen?"
Ophelia’s full lips curved even further, though she merely shook her head in response.
"Yes, but, well... Also," Ophelia changed the subject "I already know who she is. Her brother is also a Golden Lord," she said, gliding across the office until she reached the sofa where Ethan was lying.
Without a shred of modesty, she turned her body gracefully, aligning her luscious ass with his lap before settling firmly onto his crotch.
Her black skirt rode up along her thick thighs with the movement, baring more of that smooth, creamy skin. The plump flesh pressing warm and heavy against the bulge already beginning to stir beneath the fabric of his pants.
"Ah..." he gasped, letting one hand slide down the side of her thigh before giving one of her full cheeks a light, playful pat.
The soft flesh rippled slowly beneath his palm, a pleasurable tremor rolling across the length of her ass in a lazy wave before everything settled back down.
"Ah... isn’t there a chance she’s a spy?" he asked, his eyes narrowing for a moment.
"Yes, but the odds are slim. Her real name is Kim Seo-ah, and she’s the daughter of the head of Korea’s largest industrial conglomerate, with an estimated fortune of 3.2 trillion dollars.
Although she’s a famous figure, she’s always lived under heavy protection and rarely appeared on camera.
The mere fact that she’s out here now, wandering around freely instead of being under her father’s direct supervision, shows that she probably doesn’t know that the brother and heir of the Kim family is a Golden Lord, nor what a Golden Lord even is."
Ophelia slid a delicate hand over Ethan’s firm chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of his shirt.
Her other hand drifted to the bottle of Green Fairy wine on the side table, her slender fingers curling around the cold glass.
Now, John had over a hundred employees and was producing Green Fairy wine nonstop, since the guard was taking down at least one third-stage beast per week.
There was no longer any shortage of the precious wine for her, something that had made her particularly happy in recent weeks.
Tilting the bottle to her full lips, she took a long sip and relaxed completely, savoring the feel of Ethan’s strong hands resting on her waist.
"I’ll keep an eye on her... you do the same," Ethan said with a smile, his thumbs slowly sliding along the curve of her hips.
"Soon, Elena will be recruiting a few more maids for the mansion. Keep an eye on them and make sure all the ones she chooses are suited to your shadow magic."
Ophelia nodded in confirmation, something else drifting to mind as she toyed with the bottle between her fingers.
"Oh... Evelyn already has the list of women for her guard, did you know? She’s chosen a hundred and fifty for the initial group and is already preparing to train them."
"I know," Ethan nodded. "In fact, I’ve already received their measurements so Garrick can start forging the armor."
He suddenly sat up, his fingers gripping Ophelia’s broad hips firmly as something occurred to him.
He needed to instruct Garrick to produce only a few sets of armor for the army with the available mithril; the rest would be reserved for his personal guard.
The personal guard’s armor, of course, would be of the highest possible quality. Fortunately, Garrick would only need to produce fifteen of them to equip the first group of guards.
He had already shared a design concept with the dwarf, and, realizing that Garrick was a man of culture, he knew he wouldn’t be disappointed with the final result.
"Hm..." Ophelia noticed the subtle change in Ethan’s expression and let out a serene, sweet laugh.
"Well, my dear Lord, I’ll take care of preparing our bed together with Arwen, Elena, and Alice. Evelyn is waiting for you at the training area."
She rose slowly, smoothing her skirt back down along her thighs and giving her own butt a mischievous pat. The plump cheek dimpled softly beneath her fingers, jiggling gently before settling back into place.
"Don’t be late," she teased over her shoulder before making her way toward the door, her hips swaying with elegance in every step, each stride sending a slow, mesmerizing ripple through her thicc ass.
"I won’t," Ethan’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, his eyes glued to the hypnotic sway of her cheeks until the door closed softly behind her.