Chapter 489: Payment in milk, not in jewelry

Ophelia was an incredible woman, worthy of the title "Queen of the Shadow World on Earth."

Even though she was no longer on the planet, her intelligence network remained intact.

Her high-ranking subordinates knew about Earth’s merger with Estria. They also knew that betraying her just because she was gone meant choosing a slightly delayed death.

Because of that, nothing had really changed in her command structure.

Everyone kept working as usual, gathering information, selling, buying, and reporting everything to her through her access to the Players’ Forum.

Naturally, the most powerful Golden Lords in each country were among the most valuable pieces of information she could sell.

Recently, one of Ophelia’s agents had seduced a high-ranking member of the Kim family. The man was Seo-ah’s uncle and the second-in-command of the massive Kim conglomerate.

After getting him drunk, it hadn’t been hard to make him talk about his beloved nephew. With his tongue loosened by alcohol, he spilled everything he knew.

Now Ophelia knew that the young man was on the Eastern Continent and that he was currently the most powerful of the ten Korean Golden Lords.

With the beautiful woman sitting on his lap, Ethan listened to her entire report, then let out a long sigh. One of his hands rested on her waist.

Back when he still lived on Earth, he had been passionate about murim novels. Obviously, he knew who the Lord of the Demonic Cult was.

On one hand, he felt a little happy that his wife had such a talented and powerful brother. On the other hand, the man was a Golden Lord he would have to face in the future, and that was a problem.

Of course, he wasn’t too worried.

With the System, he was practically invincible.

Even if Seo-ah’s brother was powerful in one-on-one combat, it would be basically impossible for him to defeat the sheer number and quality of Goldenveil’s soldiers.

After all, Golden Lords were nation-builders, and in that regard, Ethan was invincible.

Honestly, what worried him most was that Seo-ah loved her brother and her family in general.

What if, in the future, he had to kill her brother?

That would be a real problem.

Ethan’s fingers drummed against Ophelia’s waist. In any case, that was a matter for the future.

He pushed the thought aside and let his hand slide down. His palm glided over the broad curve of her hip, feeling the warm flesh grow fuller beneath it until it reached the heavy swell of her butt.

"Don’t worry too much about Seo-ah’s brother," Ethan said, giving Ophelia’s plump, juicy butt a firm slap.

The sound cracked sharply through the room. His palm sank into the soft flesh, which molded around his fingers. A slow ripple rolled outward from the point of impact, and the whole buttock wobbled against his thigh before settling back into place.

Ophelia let out a small moan through her nose and squeezed her thighs together.

He kept his hand there and slowly squeezed the warm cheek, which was still trembling faintly. His fingers were nowhere near enough to hold all of it.

"Just keep gathering information and let me know if anything important comes up, okay?"

He leaned over the beauty and planted a soft kiss on her lips, tasting the sweetness of her.

She nodded without a word, a gentle smile spreading across those full, red-painted lips.

"Don’t you think it’s time for me to collect my payment for the information?"

Her voice came out low and husky.

Without waiting for a reply, she adjusted her elegant glasses on her mature face, pushing the frames up with her fingertip.

Then she gathered her black hair with both hands, pulling it all back and tying the strands.

As she raised her arms, the fabric of her white top pulled tight, stretching over those perfect, heavy tits.

"Hmm... gold, silver, or diamonds?" Ethan smiled back, admiring her curves and feeling the weight of her body on his lap.

"No. Milk, fufufu~" The beautiful Chinese-American milf replied with a sweet giggle, already sliding off Ethan’s lap.

She knelt between his legs with her thick thighs spread wide, her ass settling onto her heels.

With a wave of her hand and a gentle spell, the white top vanished from her body. Her large tits sprang free all at once, dropping with a soft bounce. They swayed slowly from side to side, knocking against each other with a muffled pop before finally coming to a stop.

Ethan swallowed hard, and his cock throbbed strongly inside his pants.

Without any hurry, Ophelia took hold of his waistband and began unbuttoning his pants, one button at a time.

Soon, that enormous, thick, white cock, covered in bulging veins, escaped from the pants. It was so heavy that it’s glans hung slightly downward, swaying slightly, and the reddish tip stopped only a few centimeters from Ophelia’s mouth.

Its warm, strong scent rose straight to her nose. She inhaled deeply, her eyelids fluttering and a faint flush creeping across her cheeks.

The beauty opened her mouth and took Ethan’s cock in. Her red lips stretched around the swollen glans until the whole head fit inside, then closed just below it, leaving a lipstick mark on his pale skin.

Ethan felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping the tip, her tongue sliding underneath, slippery and wet.

He let out a low breath and reached for the nape of her neck, where her tied-back hair formed a knot beneath his fingers.

Her hands, now free, moved up to the full sides of her own breasts. They were so large and heavy, yet even with all that weight, they kept their round, perfect shape.

She squeezed the massive, squishy mounds together, her palms sinking into the soft skin. All the while, she kept sucking her husband’s cock obediently, eager for his milk.

Her cheeks caved in with each suck, and the wet, indecent sound filled the silence.

Her head moved up and down unhurriedly, making her squeezed breasts tremble in her grip, the deep cleavage rippling with every movement.

From behind her glasses, her eyes lifted and met Ethan’s, and she didn’t look away for even a second.

Slowly, she pushed forward, taking him into her tight throat.

The tip forced its way in, and the hot, wet grip closed around him. A muffled moan escaped her, and it vibrated through his entire cock.

Ethan’s fingers tightened on her hair, and his thighs tensed beneath her.

Her glasses slid down her nose a little, her eyes filled with tears, and saliva dripped from the corner of her lips in a long string, falling onto the tits she kept squeezing.