Chapter 492: A brainless pervert

"How’s the cleanup going on the opposite bank of the Solene River?" Ethan asked as he walked into the main conference room of Goldenveil’s huge army command center.

A map lay on the main table, but not just any map.

Amelia had drawn it herself. On a clear day, she had flown high above the region and used magic to capture the land exactly as it was. Every river, hill, and forest sat in its exact place.

"It’s going well, my lord," Doran replied, standing at attention beside the table.

"Yesterday we landed a thousand men, along with ten knights and a hundred squires from the Order of the Green Sentinels."

He tapped a spot near the riverbank with two fingers.

"We haven’t made contact with any human settlements in that region yet, but we’ve already wiped out two orc camps. Soon, the whole area will be cleared for construction."

Ethan stepped up to the table and ran his eyes over the map.

Dozens of markers were spread across it.

The red ones, about thirty in all, were greenskin settlements scattered over an area of one hundred kilometers.

The white ones, just over twenty, were settlements of humans, elves, and dwarves.

One marker didn’t fit into either group, though.

It was white and sat about seventy kilometers from the center of the map, but someone had drawn a red circle around it.

"And this one?" Ethan asked, pointing at it.

Doran hesitated for a second, his gaze dropping to the circle.

"They’re... nymphs, my lord... We’re not sure they’re really there yet, but we’d rather not send our men to check for now. Nymphs are dangerous creatures, and many say a fifth-stage being protects them."

"Hmm... I see..." Ethan nodded, scratching his chin as he stared at the small red circle.

Nymphs were unique beings in the world of Estria.

The Goddesses of Beauty and Life had created them.

In some ways they were like elves, with a few differences.

Besides their love for nature and balance, nymphs had a deep passion for water. They usually lived near crystal-clear streams and natural pools, and they rarely strayed far from them.

They were best known for singing at night.

They didn’t like contact with humans, but sadly, their songs often drew humans to them.

That was what nearly wiped out the entire race. They were captured in huge numbers and sold as sex slaves.

Far from nature, they quickly lost their vital energy. Most died within months, or even weeks, of being captured.

In the end, the once-innocent race became known as man-killers.

Whenever their songs drew humans in, they killed without mercy.

On most of the continent, nymphs had all but ceased to exist.

The few who survived lived only in the land of the elves, where they were protected and respected, and, of course, in the Eternal Forest, always deeply isolated.

"For now, don’t contact them. I’ll do it myself, along with Arwen, when I have time," Ethan said with a sigh, pulling his hand back from the map.

Honestly, Goldenveil was the perfect home for nymphs.

Unlike the orcs, they were peaceful by nature, famous for their beauty and their divine voices.

They were also extremely intelligent and had immense control over water and rivers.

Treated well, they could be a great asset for Goldenveil’s future.

"As you wish, my lord." Doran bowed his head.

The two of them talked for another hour about all sorts of things, mostly the future pacification of the region and how to deal with the human settlements.

Ethan’s plan was simple. Right after finishing his mission with Busty Viper, he would go to Windmere and claim the virginity of all his new concubines.

That would give him plenty of new gacha tickets, which he could use to grow Goldenveil’s population even more.

With that population boom, he planned to raise eight new legions, forty thousand soldiers, and station them alongside the Seventh and Eighth Legions to protect Goldenshield.

With fifty thousand soldiers, not counting the archers and the city militia, Ethan was fully confident he could hold out against any combined siege.

When the meeting finally ended, he left the command center and headed back to his palace.

It was time to start getting ready for the mission with Busty Viper.

He needed as much blood as possible in the Blood Emperor’s Ring, and luckily, he knew exactly who could help him with that.

At the training grounds reserved for the Golden Rose Guard, inside the Golden Palace...

The sun beat down on the hard-packed sand of the field, and heat rose off the ground in faint, shimmering waves.

Evelyn had already finished training with the guard. Now she sat alone on a bench, resting and drinking from a bottle of water.

A few strands of hair stuck to the back of her damp neck, and sweat made her skin glisten in the light.

From behind, her figure was simply breathtaking.

Her shoulders were slender, and her waist narrowed gently before flaring out into wide, perfect hips.

Her butt was so perfect it looked like she’d been born with a BBL. Two round, plump, luscious orbs spread out over the wooden bench under their own weight, the soft flesh flattening against the planks and bulging out at the sides.

Her tight shorts dug into all that flesh, carving deep grooves across her round, juicy cheeks, which were so soft.

Ethan took in the view as he crept up behind her without a sound, his palm already open at his side.

When he was at the perfect distance, he swung.

Clap!

A loud smack echoed across the empty field as his palm sank deep into her right cheek.

It was insanely soft. Like slapping a pillow, but a much denser, much warmer one, and yet just as soft and squishy.

For an instant the plump cheek flattened and spread around his palm, swallowing his fingers. Then a heavy tremor rolled outward from the point of impact, rippling through the whole orb and making it wobble before it bounced back into its round shape.

The tremor crossed the deep cleft and reached the other cheek too, which quivered in sympathy, the two of them shaking against each other before slowly settling down.

On the strip of tanned skin peeking out from the edge of her shorts, a pink handprint started to bloom.

"Nghnn~~" Evelyn let out a high-pitched squeal, nearly dropping the bottle, then pouted and turned to look at Ethan.

She liked it. But she also liked playing hard to get.

"You know... one of these days I’m going to bite that hand until you learn how to greet your wife properly," she complained, narrowing her eyes at him.

Ethan laughed. "Well... you almost punched a hole in my chest last week... remember? It still hurts a little... Getting my hand bitten isn’t that bad."

He sat down next to her and grabbed her by the hips. His fingers sank into the soft flesh just above the waistband of her shorts.

Without hesitation, he pulled her onto his lap.

The beauty didn’t resist and settled sideways on his thighs. Her heavy ass sank down onto him, warm and soft, the plump flesh molding itself around the hard muscles of his legs.

Her hands went to his broad shoulders and held on tight.

"Hm... you’re lucky I love this huge white cock so much... Otherwise, that’s what I’d be biting... you shameless pervert."

"Ah... you’re the one talking about biting cocks, but I’m the shameless pervert... This world is unfair, don’t you think?" Ethan teased.

His right hand went back to the cheek he’d just spanked, rubbing the warm spot where his handprint was still fading. His fingers sank deep into that divinely soft flesh, and when he squeezed, it spilled out between them like warm dough, plump and heavy.

His left hand rested on her slim, toned stomach. Under her soft skin, he could feel the strong muscles of her abs.

Evelyn laughed at his words and shook her head.

"It could be worse." She leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were cool and still tasted of the water she’d been drinking. "So what do you want to do? Train a little?"

"I want to hunt... How about a hunting trip? Me, you, and Mireya. She only needs a few more souls to reach the fourth stage, and I need blood for the Blood Emperor’s Ring."

"Hm... how many days?"

"Three. I want to go to the other side of the Solene River and kill orcs, maybe a few trolls too. What do you say?"

"Hm..." Evelyn thought for a moment, tapping her fingers lightly on his shoulder.

She obviously wanted to go.

She loved hunting, especially when it meant killing those filthy creatures.

"All right, let’s go hunting, love." She got up from his lap, and her butt ended up right in front of his face.

She swayed her hips a little, and her plump cheeks jiggled like a choppy sea. Each one moved to its own rhythm, heavy and slow, one rising as the other fell, while the thin fabric of her shorts stretched to its limit and sank even deeper into the crack between them.

"Just don’t lose your head staring at my ass too much during the battle..." she teased, glancing over her shoulder with a smug little smile.

She’d be in full armor, obviously, but she still made a point of saying it.

"Do you really think your husband is just a brainless pervert?"

"Yes." Evelyn nodded, completely serious.