For the rest of that day, Ethan was treated to little more than the symphonic laughter of hundreds of beautiful women and the warm weight of Ysara and Amelia’s voluptuous bodies pressed against his own.

He admired every kind of beauty, listened to sweet voices singing cheerfully, and watched each of his wives—even the more mature ones like Arwen—having fun as if they were at an amusement park.

All of this, of course, drew genuine smiles from him that never left his lips throughout the entire afternoon.

As dusk fell and the sky took on shades of violet, the girls slowly began to tire. Ethan found himself in a shallower part of the lake, settled on sand still warm from the afternoon sun, the soft murmur of the water kissing the shore while the distant laughter of his other wives echoed through the air.

And perched atop him, like two sleepy cats, were two women who simply hadn’t left his side for even a single moment since they’d arrived there.

Amelia and Ysara.

With no restraint on the alcohol coursing through their bodies, drinking as if they were barbarian goddesses of war, it didn’t take long for both of them to become completely drunk.

Now, nestled in Ethan’s lap, their cheeks flushed from the drink, both displayed full, round, and shapely asses as if sculpted by divine hands—true natural BBLs.

Each sat on one of his strong thighs, their full hips meeting right in the center, where his cock rested, crushed between that soft, silky flesh that pulsed hot against him with every breath.

Many men dreamed of the chance to merely gaze upon such beauties from afar, but Ethan had them right there, competing for every centimeter of space on his lap.

Hidden beneath the water, his hands were buried up to his wrists in large, heavy breasts, his fingers kneading that creamy flesh in slow circles.

He could feel every little tremor rippling through the plush mounds with each firm squeeze, the water making them feel even more soft against his palms.

"Mhmmmm~~" Amelia moaned, her voice sweet and slurred by alcohol. "Ethan... what’s this silly little hand doing?" she asked languidly, feeling his right hand—firm and strong—sink into one of her enormous breasts, his fingers disappearing completely into the creamy softness.

His digits closed around a puffy, plump nipple, squeezing and twisting the stiff peak between his thumb and index finger, drawing a gasping moan from Amelia’s throat as her breast quivered against his palm.

Her high, noble cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes, her mature, elegant face transformed into a mask of pure lewdness, her parted lips letting out trembling breaths.

Ysara was in no better state, whimpering softly with each squeeze Ethan gave her breasts. Though considerably smaller than Amelia’s, they were still far too large for his hands to fully encircle, the firm flesh spilling between his fingers like warm cream at every knead.

Ethan didn’t respond.

He simply squeezed a little harder, feeling the two women’s curvaceous bodies writhe atop his lap, their soft asses shifting against his thighs as naughty moans and giggles spilled from their full lips.

Both had more than enough power to resist, but the thought didn’t even cross their clouded minds.

Honestly, Ethan considered taking advantage of the situation right then and there, but he wasn’t scum like the father of the original owner of that body.

So he contented himself with playing with their tits, without going much further.

"Ethan... I think they’re too drunk. Shouldn’t you take them to get some sleep?" Elena’s soft voice reached him as she approached, a smile on her lips. "I’ll take care of showing the other girls to their rooms."

She didn’t give much thought to just how indecent that was. Ethan was her man, and he deserved any woman he wanted.

It was getting late, and everyone there was, at the very least, a little drunk, though no one had drunk as much or been as deliberately careless about suppressing the alcohol in their bodies as those two.

If each of them weren’t, at the very least, second-stage experts—in the case of Ethan’s half-sisters, since the others were even stronger—by now they’d all have pruney fingers from the water.

Ethan nodded.

[I agree too... Watching you touch my mom’s breasts is definitely not one of my life goals!]

’Don’t complain so much... or I’ll make a pussy sandwich with you and her when she accepts you, and then, well...’ Ethan teased in his mind.

[P-pussy sandwich? W-what the hell is that obscene thing?! Y-you perverted, degenerate, shameless, dirty, perverted Lord!]

’You don’t need to say "perverted" more than once.’ Ethan chuckled to himself as he began to rise from the water.

As he stood, his hands settled on the two women’s delicate waists, drawing their curvy figures close to him.

Water cascaded in shimmering streams down the swell of Amelia’s enormous breasts, sliding through the deep valley between them.

Down Ysara’s breasts—smaller but equally perfect—the water carved its own seductive paths, following every gentle curve before dripping from her nipples, stiffened by the cool night air.

With both beauties resting in his arms, he stepped out of the water and helped them put on their shoes and wrap themselves in soft towels.

Then, supporting them on his shoulders, he guided them through the palace’s wide corridors to his bedroom, each step accompanied by the soft tinkling of their tipsy giggles.

"Is everything okay?" he asked in a sweet voice, his hands resting directly beneath both of their breasts, cradling the generous weight of each.

"Hm... as long as I’m with my Ethan, everything’s fine, fufufu~" Amelia replied, her trembling arms wrapping around his.

One of her pink nipples slipped free from beneath the towel, which hugged her breasts so tightly it carved deep grooves into the creamy skin of her massive tits, the ample flesh spilling over the edge of the fabric.

"Me too... hehehe~" Ysara gave a soft chuckle, and as Ethan used his Aura to open the bedroom door, she leaned against his shoulder, her lips gently touching his strong neck.

"My Ethan is the best of all... so hot and..." Her free hand wandered downward, finding the bulge between his legs and squeezing it firmly.

Her delicate fingers could barely encircle the thick, heavy cock through the towel, feeling it throb and swell against her palm in response to her drunken touch.

"Hey..." Amelia grunted, furrowing her brow. "That’s mine! My Ethan!" She batted Ysara’s hand away, the gesture possessive and slightly irritated.

The young Lord sighed, a mixture of amusement and resignation escaping his lips as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him with a gentle push of Aura.

When he laid the two women down on the soft bed and was about to step back, he felt Ysara’s fingers close firmly around his wrist.

"Aunt, I..."

"You’re staying with us tonight!" Ysara didn’t even give Ethan time to respond. With all the strength of a fifth-stage Awakened, she pulled him onto the bed.

He didn’t have even a fraction of the strength needed to resist her, and obviously, he had no desire to do so either.

He considered it scummy behavior to fuck them while they were drunk... but what if they were the ones fucking him? It’s not like he had the strength to resist either way.