Amelia and Ysara exchanged a sidelong glance, finally managing to tear their eyes away from Ethan’s cock. Both turned their attention back to Arwen, who let out a soft, knowing chuckle.

"Well... I did say he was a stud..." Arwen murmured, a mischievous smile curving her lips. Beside her, Alice and Evelyn blushed slightly, a pink flush spreading across their cheeks.

Amelia’s five disciples—and Ethan’s four half-sisters and stepmothers—couldn’t look away either, their attention fixed on that impressive length of flesh.

It was just... too big and too thick to ignore.

For women dying of thirst like them, that huge, pale cock was like coconut water in the middle of a scorching desert.

Ethan ignored the stares, letting his body slide gently into the water. The crystal-clear liquid rose around his muscular torso, lapping at the middle of his chest.

Not that it changed much.

The water in the lake was so transparent that, even at its deepest points—reaching two meters—the bottom remained perfectly visible.

Fine white sand, dotted with small, polished stones, glistened in the soft light.

Ysara shook her head, her voluptuous, naked body gliding fluidly through the water.

"So, Ethan, how many of those bottles of wine do you have?" she asked, the previous bottle already uncorked, its sweet, enveloping aroma spreading throughout the harem palace.

"About two hundred," he replied with a calm smile, materializing several more bottles from his spatial ring with a slight wave of his hand.

Ysara enveloped them all in her aura and, with a simple flick of her fingers, sent the bottles soaring through the air toward the many women present, ensuring each of them received at least one.

She, of course, reserved ten for herself, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she used levitation to keep them floating gracefully around her.

Amelia merely shook her head at her friend’s eagerness, examining the bottle in her own hands with interest.

"Is it really that good?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Her delicate lips parted, wrapping around the bottle’s mouth as the emerald liquid slowly trickled onto her small, pink tongue.

The next moment, her blue eyes widened.

It was... simply wonderful!

One of the reasons magical wine was so highly prized among the Awakened was its unique ability to soothe, invigorate, and even increase the density of a person’s aura or mana.

Some possessed healing properties, while others offered temporary bursts of power or accelerated the mental processes of those who consumed them.

Because of these effects, virtually every type of magical wine was highly coveted by the high nobility.

But there was a problem.

Starting at the fourth stage, it was practically impossible to find a wine with truly decent effects.

Almost all were too weak, their quality too low to have any noticeable effect on high-level experts.

Even the royal family likely possessed no more than a hundred bottles capable of affecting fifth-stage experts, and these were reserved exclusively for events of the utmost importance.

Amelia herself had once tasted one of the royal family’s highest-quality bottles in celebration of Ethan’s birth, alongside Ysara.

Compared to what she was drinking now, the wine she’d sampled at the royal court was nothing but trash.

Amelia slowly pulled the bottle away from her lips, purring softly as a sweet smile spread across her face.

She glanced over at Ysara, who was already practically glued to Ethan, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush.

Ysara, truly, wasn’t suppressing the alcohol.

It wasn’t common for experts to allow themselves to get intentionally drunk, but after thinking for a moment, Amelia simply did the same, ceasing to suppress the effects of the alcohol in her body.

One drunken night shouldn’t be a big deal, right...?

What’s the worst that could happen?

Amelia let out a quiet sigh, allowing the alcohol to flow freely through her veins as she glided toward Ethan.

Her body cut through the water with grace, ripples parting around her lush curves.

Her obscenely massive, heavy Y-cup tits swayed with every movement, the crystal liquid buoying them so they bobbed obscenely at the surface, tiny droplets tracing shimmering trails down her bare shoulders and pooling in the deep valley of her cleavage.

"So... what do you think? It’s amazing, isn’t it?" Ysara asked, taking a long sip of the green fairy’s wine before wrapping her arm around Ethan’s waist.

Her huge breasts pressed against his ribs, the pillowy softness molding around the firm ridges of his muscles.

Her voluptuous body slid over his, every soft curve finding the perfect fit.

"Yeah... of curse it’s amazing, it has my Ethan’s touch!" Amelia declared, taking her place on the other side of him with a possessive smile.

Underwater, her enormous tits pressed obscenely against Ethan’s ribs, the heavy globes engulfing his side like huge, warm pillows and flattening against his flank. Her cheek rested tenderly against his broad, protective shoulder.

"You flatter me too much, Mom..." Ethan smiled, one hand already sliding through the water toward Amelia’s delicate waist, while she simply hummed happily, surrendering to his touch.

Slowly, his hand traveled up along her ribs until it reached the lower slope of one of her enormous breasts—obviously too large for any mortal hand to even dream of cupping completely.

His fingers sank deep into the soft, dense flesh, molding that pale immensity with ease, the plump mass swelling around his digits with each subtle press.

His thumb traced lazy circles across her sensitive skin.

"How can I not flatter you... how did you even manage all this?" she murmured, her eyes drifting upward to admire the stunning architecture of the place. Truly a paradise in the mortal world.

Slowly, her gaze drifted downward, resting on the many women present.

Even David’s wives and daughters, who had practically been dragged here like captives, now played happily in the water, all tension gone from their shoulders.

Voluptuous bodies swam, dived, and splashed one another, crystal-clear laughter echoing through the hall.

Full breasts bobbed and swayed atop the water, plump globes bouncing with every playful motion. Curved hips emerged and submerged amid the gentle ripples, glistening thighs slicing through the shimmering surface with each carefree splash.

The beauty of the walls rising around the harem palace was simply stunning. The magical arrays that sustained it all were a masterpiece. And the warmth of Ethan’s body pressed against her side was the best thing of all.

"Hmm... I’ll show you everything at a more appropriate time. For now, let’s just relax." Ethan smiled, his hand gently closing around her softness.

Amelia felt the exact moment his fingers tightened with a delicate yet firm pressure at the base of her enormous breast.

The lush mass surged, spilling through the gaps between his fingers and overflowing on all sides of his hand as if it had a life of its own, the pale flesh molding to him, gentle ripples spreading across the vast expanse of her chest.

"No horny with mommy!" Ysara complained upon noticing the movement, opening her mouth and giving a gentle nibble on Ethan’s muscular shoulder.

Seeing that, Amelia’s eyes widened, and she pointed an accusing finger at her friend. "That’s Horny!"