"A bath?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, her gaze drifting away from Alice and sweeping, one by one, over Ethan’s other wives.

A tanned, wild and powerful beauty.

An exotic, graceful, and refined beauty, hailing from distant lands, with dark, silky skin.

A beauty with intelligent eyes, unique attire, and powerful shadow magic—and then...

Amelia and Ysara’s gazes settled on Arwen, who wore a gentle smile on her face.

Generally, among the Awakened, there was a way to gauge someone’s age at a glance—how refined their mana or aura was.

Not the refinement born of talent and training itself, but the very integration of the body with mana or aura.

It was something difficult to explain, but for most high-level experts, a single glance was enough to get a sense of that person’s age.

That woman was, at the very least, over one hundred thousand years old...

Her mana was far more controlled than Amelia’s, so pure that just sensing it ripple around her body was enough to make the tips of Amelia’s fingers tingle.

"Are you...?" Amelia asked, barely holding back the urge to widen her eyes upon realizing the woman before her was a high elf.

"Arwen."

"Are you Ethan’s wife?"

"Yes... your son is truly a stud, you know? Fufufu~" Arwen replied with an amused chuckle. "Not only did he find a way to bring me back to life, but he also took my purity pretty quickly..."

At that moment, Ysara and Amelia exchanged glances.

Amelia, as a mage, had access to the vast book collections of the Blue Tower, including several volumes on the general history of the Ancestral Age.

Ysara, for her part, possessed collections nearly as extensive, and naturally, during her centuries of isolation, she had devoured countless ancient tomes.

There were currently only about fifty high elves left in the elven population, and in the entire history of the elves, only one had ever borne the name Arwen.

"Please, Mom, Aunt Ysara... let’s save these conversations for later. I think you should get some rest first." Ethan smiled gently as he approached the two women.

"In the meantime, I’ll go get things ready to—"

"You’re coming with us! It’s been so long since Mommy gave you a bath!" Amelia cut him off, pulling Ethan into a tight hug, her soft arms wrapping around him with fierce possessiveness.

She just wanted to stay glued to him as much as possible, for as long as possible.

"Oh... perfect!" Arwen’s eyes sparkled. "Come on, girls, I’ll prepare the water, fufufu~"

In the end, Ethan could only follow his mother and Ysara, along with more than a hundred other women, to the palace of his harem.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for Amelia and Ysara to realize what that place was; their eyes widened for a brief moment.

Their little Ethan really never ceased to shock them.

Following close behind Arwen, they crossed the grove until they reached a lake right at its center.

It was a pleasant place, with automatic cleaning arrays, a powerful heating system, and pure, crystal-clear water.

Arwen stopped on the immaculate white sand, her shoes already forgotten behind her, as the gently rippling water of the artificial lake lapped at her small, delicate feet.

She grasped the hem of her dress and let the fabric slide down to the ground, revealing her voluptuous curves in a soft cascade.

"What are you waiting for? Come on, the water is wonderful... this lake has arrays that help relieve fatigue and restore mana and aura."

Amelia didn’t hesitate either, nor did she feel any shame under Ethan’s gaze as she took a step forward.

She let the dress slip from her shoulders and cascade down her body to pool at her feet.

Her massive, heavy tits spilled free all at once, springing forth with a heavy bounce atop a delicate torso that seemed too slender to bear their weight.

Her slender waist flared in a sinful curve down to luscious hips, and her plump, tight pussy revealed itself in all its glory. The swollen lips glistened faintly beneath the soft lighting of the grove, a tight vertical slit carving its way between those two soft mounds of pale skin.

Ysara didn’t hesitate any longer either, revealing breasts much smaller than Amelia’s, but a waist, thighs, and ass no less luscious.

Unlike Amelia, who wore only white thigh-highs reaching halfway up her plump thighs, Ysara wore black pantyhose that rose all the way to her hips, the taut dark fabric contrasting beautifully against her fair skin.

The two women sat down on a small concrete bench, pointing their small, delicate feet in Ethan’s direction as they exchanged giggles.

"Help us with this, sweetheart..." Amelia asked, and Ysara nodded in agreement.

Ethan just sighed, his gaze sweeping over the flushed faces of all the women present as he approached Amelia and Ysara.

His left hand moved up the side of Ysara’s hip, his fingers gliding over her creamy skin until they reached the edge of her black pantyhose.

His right hand went to one of Amelia’s white thigh-highs, wrapping around the elastic top.

He began to pull.

The two pieces of fabric, one black and one white, both so sheer they left every curve beneath perfectly visible, slid slowly down their plump thighs.

Their skin, slightly damp with a faint sheen of sweat, was exposed centimeter by centimeter, the fabric grazing against their full flesh with a whisper before slipping down over their knees and calves.

With their legs slightly parted, their plump cameltoes lay bare, shaped by the tight lips of their vulvas. Every millimeter of swollen flesh pressed firmly against its twin, the nearly invisible slit between the pale lips sealed together in a soft, glistening kiss.

It wasn’t appropriate, but neither woman even stopped to think about it.

Soon, a pair of white knee-highs and a black pantyhose lay forgotten on the floor.

"Hmm~ perfect!" Amelia stood up. Her nipples, every bit as puffy as her plump pussy, brushed against Ethan’s firm chest as she leaned into him.

The pink tips sank slightly into the dense muscle, and her two heavy breasts flattened deliciously against his body.

"What are you waiting for? Let’s take a shower and relax a little!" She ordered the others around before turning to Ethan "Son, you’ve got something to drink for us, don’t you?" Amelia asked, completely ignoring the shiver that ran through Ethan’s half-sisters and stepmothers.

It didn’t take long for the others to give in as well.

Their clothes fell to the floor one by one, revealing large, heavy breasts of various shapes and sizes. Their eyes fluttered as they hurried to plunge into the water and hide themselves from his gaze.

It didn’t take long before they, too, began to relax, the warmth of the water enveloping them and melting the tension from their shoulders.

Ethan, who had eyes only for Amelia and Ysara, barely paid any attention to the others as he pulled a single bottle of Green Fairy wine from his spatial ring.

The moment she saw it, Ysara’s eyes lit up.

"This wine..." She took it from Ethan’s hands, examining its quality with eager eyes.

It was of a much higher quality than what the royal family usually bought.

"It’s made locally in Goldenveil. I’ve heard it’s become quite famous across the rest of the continent, hasn’t it?"

"Famous? This wine is the very essence of perfection! The pinnacle of the pinnacle!" Ysara passed the bottle to Amelia and then, without the slightest concern that she was completely naked, threw herself into Ethan’s arms.

"Fufufu~ I knew that little boy who loved my milk so much would one day become something great..." Ysara planted a kiss just shy of Ethan’s lips, her breasts pillowing firmly against his powerful chest.

"Ah... how could it be otherwise? Having been breastfed by both of us." Ysara chuckled softly, pulling Amelia into the embrace as well. "Have a drink, my friend, and don’t you dare suppress the alcohol! I want to get drunk by your side tonight!"

Amelia just shook her head, a resigned smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Her friend was truly an incorrigible alcoholic.

"Come on, sweetheart. Everyone’s already in the bath... let’s relax a little too. No need to be shy—there’s nothing there I haven’t seen before." Amelia said, giving Ethan’s powerful chest a gentle pat.

Her hands rose to cup the tops of her own enormous Y-Cup breasts, her slender fingers sinking into the plump, snow-white flesh as though pressing into a pair of soft, heavy clouds.

Beside Ysara, Amelia sank into the warm, crystal-clear water of the lake, joined by her one hundred and five mages, Ethan’s four sisters and four stepmothers, and, of course, his wives, who, once again, became the center of attention.

Soon, even Ysara and Amelia had to admit that this place was divine.

Amelia, who had just advanced, felt her already stable base grow much firmer at an absurd speed; Ysara, for her part, felt the burden of her ancient age evaporate in a single instant.

"Uh... why does he have three legs?" one of the youngest among Amelia’s mages asked, her face flushed and her finger pointing timidly.

Ysara and Amelia’s eyes fell on Ethan, who was already naked and stepping into the water himself.

That, obviously, wasn’t a third leg.

"S-so big?" For the first time, both women blushed intensely.

It must be at least twenty centimeters!