Chapter 295: You really are a lucky bastard, you know?
Chapter 295: You really are a lucky bastard, you know?
As soon as Ethan entered his room, he noticed something was different.
In a secluded corner, right next to the bed, a staircase led downward—polished marble steps that certainly hadn’t been there before.
He exchanged a curious glance with Evelyn, and together they began to descend.
The first thing he saw was a table very much like a pool table.
Alice leaned over it, one eye half-closed as she aimed her cue at the white ball, the tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips in pure concentration.
The sight was strangely endearing.
"A game room?" Ethan’s eyes sparkled as he scanned the space.
That was exactly what it was—a game room containing everything from pool tables to card games and shooting targets, all the way to a swimming pool in the back.
Dozens of other games were scattered across an area slightly smaller than half a soccer field.
"Yes, incredible, isn’t it? I discovered it while exploring the room with Elena!" Ophelia declared with a beaming smile, walking toward Ethan, who let out an amused sigh.
Apparently, even a powerful expert at the peak of the seventh stage needed to relax every now and then.
Not that Ethan should have been so surprised—after all, that guy had a bed big enough for dozens of women to sleep in.
It was obvious he liked to have fun.
"Hmm... we can check this out later; I want a shower right now! Of course, if you guys want to stay behind... hehe~" Evelyn gave a teasing giggle, grabbing Ethan by the arm and pulling him along.
Ethan didn’t resist, letting himself be dragged to the bathroom, all his other wives following close behind, clearly just as excited as she was.
The palace bathroom was also gigantic—larger on its own than the bedroom and bathroom of his old mansion combined.
A huge round shower occupied one corner, spacious enough for ten people to bathe under it at the same time. Its circular structure was covered in shiny tiles that reflected the light from the magical lamps.
In the center of the bathroom sat a gigantic pool, its water itself seeming to carry an absurd density of mana and aura.
As soon as they arrived, eager hands tore Ethan’s clothes off. Together with all his wives, he stepped under the shower, feeling the pleasantly warm water cascade over his body and relax every tense muscle.
He truly hated cold water. Feeling that warm, aura-rich water run down his skin while Elena embraced him from behind and Arwen did the same from the front was pure paradise.
What man in the world would deny having two pairs of massive, soft, and heavy breasts pressing against his muscles in such a heavenly embrace?
The two women’s stiff nipples brushed against his skin from opposite directions, their soft, heavy flesh molding and flattening against him as the aura-rich water flowed over every inch of contact. Streams trickled between the breasts squeezed against his body, glistening trails winding down their curves.
He relaxed immediately, and after everyone was thoroughly clean, they sank into the crystal-clear pool.
Ethan and Evelyn were tired, so they simply snuggled up in a corner, the tanned warrior beauty nestling in his arms as they watched the other girls play in the water, splashing at each other amid crystal-clear laughter.
Heavy breasts bounced with every sudden movement, bare curves emerging and plunging back into the water.
Plump asses rose to the surface whenever someone bent down to gain momentum, the soft flesh glistening under a sheen of water as droplets rolled down in shimmering trails.
"You really are a lucky bastard, you know?" Evelyn murmured, her lips curving into a soft smile as she watched even Mireya—whom she already recognized as her master—having fun like a carefree young woman.
She wiggled her hips slightly, pressing her full, plump ass down against Ethan’s lap. The soft flesh cushioned beneath its own weight as she settled in, her warm cheeks molding perfectly to his thighs.
His huge semi-erect cock pressed between her two plump buttocks, and Evelyn sighed softly, resting her head on her husband’s strong chest.
"Yes," Ethan didn’t deny those words, his lips curving as his hands slid upward, cupping Evelyn’s generous breasts from below.
His fingers sank into the soft, heavy flesh as if it were fresh dough, the plump mounds spilling over his palms while her stiff nipples slipped between his fingers with each firm squeeze.
He watched Arwen and Elena embrace each other for a moment, their contrasting breasts pressing together in an obscene tangle of soft flesh, one pair pale as fresh snow, the other dark as melted chocolate.
A satisfied sigh escaped his lips.
He had an OP system, beautiful wives in a harmonious harem, loyal subordinates, and a life of great luxury.
With a contented sigh, Ethan finished his bath and soon went to sleep.
Since he and Evelyn were tired, the other women were content simply to snuggle up, gentle smiles on their faces as they nestled together on the bed.
When Ethan woke up the next day, he had a soft smile on his face and a deeply relaxed expression.
To his left was Alice, and to his right was Elena. Arwen, Ophelia, Evelyn, and even Mireya were all snuggling as close to him as possible, their voluptuous bodies intertwined.
"Ah... it’s time to get back to work," he sighed inwardly, and, careful not to wake the beauties around him, he got up.
The rest of that week was peaceful and quiet for Ethan.
House construction in Goldenveil continued apace, quickly surpassing the two thousand five hundred mark—almost all of them still empty.
Fortunately, that didn’t last long. Soon, large numbers of people began arriving in Goldenveil: more than two thousand five hundred humans, one thousand elves, and two hundred dwarves.
Larger families were given priority in securing homes, but the rest had no trouble finding a place to live either.
By the end of the second week, enough houses had already been built to accommodate all the new citizens.
In the third week, another three hundred people arrived in Goldenveil, which, added to the increase from the second week, raised the population by five hundred.
In total, after three weeks, Goldenveil’s population reached 11,644 people, of whom 2,000 were elves, 700 were dwarves, and just under 9,000 were humans.
Ethan could easily have elevated Goldenveil to the status of a city, but with his gold reserves running low, he decided to hold off.
Ron would arrive soon—in two weeks, or three at most—and Ethan wanted to be prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.