Chapter 378: What is so immoral that we haven’t already done?

When he finally returned to his palace, Ethan was exhausted.

His eyes roamed over the beautiful guards of his place—elves and humans from two different orders, each clad in armor as elegant as it was sensual.

As he made his way through, Ethan couldn’t restrain himself.

He traded a lingering kiss with one, squeezed the full breasts of another, and left a gentle pat on every buttock that came within reach of his hand, always moving on before the moment could last, drawing stifled giggles and soft sighs from those he passed.

Every woman there was his concubine, and he was the only man in the entire palace. There was no reason to hold back.

By the time he approached the main hall fo the palace, his face was already marked by smudges of lipstick in various shades, and night had fallen completely over Goldenveil.

He headed straight for the bedroom, his light footsteps echoing through the luxurious corridors, the golden glow of the magic lamps dancing across the embroidered rugs.

Finally, upon reaching his bedroom door, Ethan placed his hand on the doorknob and paused.

Someone was inside.

He pushed the door, which gave way with a brief click, sliding open without any resistance.

Sitting on the edge of his bed was his mother. Amelia.

As always, she looked stunning.

Her pale skin held a natural, healthy glow under the soft light of the lamps; her red lips were curved into a discreet smile; and her breasts—gigantic, heavy, round, and proud—pressed against the fabric of her dress as if struggling to break free at any moment.

Amelia turned her face slowly, her blue eyes flickering as they met her son’s.

Ethan smiled back, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him with a sharp click.

"Is everything all right?" he asked, his strong, steady hand sliding up to her face as he drew closer.

He felt the softness of those pale cheeks, the delicate curve that shaped her mature, noble face—a beauty that time seemed to refuse to touch.

Amelia pressed her face against his palm, closing her eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth radiating from his skin.

"Yes," she finally replied, her voice low, almost a whisper.

"Good." Ethan didn’t hesitate. He caught her wrist and pulled her against him.

The enormous, pale mounds of his mother’s breasts crushed against his chest with a suffocating weight, engulfing him like two vast pillows of warm, plush flesh. They molded around him and for a moment Ethan felt as though he might sink into those tits and never come back out.

Her hands rose to his shoulders, trembling.

"Ethan... you and I... this dynamic... it’s not right! I’m your m—"

Ethan didn’t let her finish.

He leaned in and sealed her lips with his own, stealing the rest of her words before they could escape.

He tasted the sweetness of that woman, the moist warmth of her lips, the shy softness of that little pink tongue when it finally brushed against his.

"Mom..." His lips parted just enough to speak, and her tongue chased his for a moment, as if magnetized. "How would you like to be my... mother-wife?"

Amelia’s already pink cheeks flushed a deeper, more vibrant red, and she shuddered all over in his arms.

"E-Ethan! T-that’s immoral!" she stammered, unable to hide the blush spreading across her face.

Ethan didn’t answer. He simply spun with her in his arms and threw her onto her back on the bed.

Amelia’s delicate back hit the soft mattress with a muffled thud, her whole body bouncing gently once, her monstrous breasts lurching against her slender torso like two obscene mountains suddenly set in motion.

They wobbled heavily under their own weight, slow waves rolling from one breast into the other and back again, the fabric of her neckline straining in vain to contain them.

By the time Amelia realized what was happening, Ethan was already on top of her, gripping the neckline of her dress and pulling hard.

Her enormous Y-cup breasts spilled free with a hearty jiggle, bouncing once, twice, before settling in all their pale, milky glory across her chest, the light pink nipples pointing straight toward the ceiling.

Ethan leaned over her on the bed, a hand gripping a breast on each side.

He was far, far from being able to even encircle the sides of those enormous mountains of flesh. His fingers sank deep without finding a limit, swallowed up by the impossible softness.

His eyes sparkled as he gave the side of her right breast a light tap. The flesh reacted as if made of gelatin—or perhaps some sort of luxurious pudding—trembling in concentric ripples that spread across the entire breast until they died away at the stiffened nipple.

Watching those slow, hypnotic wobbles, he pressed the two breasts together, squeezing them against the center of his mother’s chest and drawing a low, choked moan from her throat.

"Tell me, Mother... what is so immoral that we haven’t already done?" Ethan smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "All my wives already know. My concubines, too."

He pulled one hand back and slapped her, this time with a little more force.

Naturally, he carefully controlled his strength, since he didn’t want to hurt his mother; he just wanted to play with those gigantic breasts.

His palm cracked against the side of her right tit with a dry, soft clap, and the entire breast lurched to the side. The tremor from the impact traveled through the flesh in a lazy wave, crossed the valley between them, and made the other breast quiver in sympathy, as if both shared the same pulse.

Amelia gasped, looking away, unable to meet his gaze.

"Ethan... it’s not that simple... what about your people? They’ll judge you and—"

"They’ll see me the way I want them to see me," Ethan declared, his voice firm and unyielding.

The people of Goldenveil no longer saw him as a mortal.

And besides, in Goldenveil, incestuous relationships were only illegal for those below the third stage, since at that level and above, children were no longer at risk of being born as genetic abnormalities.

In his case, he didn’t even need to worry about that.

Amelia thought for a long time, her heart beating faster and faster as she felt Ethan’s warmth pressing down on her, the weight of his hands still sinking into her flesh.

Her lips finally parted, and the words Ethan most wanted to hear escaped in a timid whisper.