In the enormous bathroom connected to the master bedroom of Ethan’s palace, there was only one shower—if it could even be called that.

It was a large square, spacious enough for ten people to stand comfortably beneath it, with water that flowed at a perfectly adjustable temperature and pressure.

There was also a separate room for the toilet, but it was rarely used.

Starting from the third stage, Awakened beings no longer needed to relieve themselves, since their bodies transformed everything they consumed directly into mana or aura.

Beneath the falling water, two women stood.

Both were beautiful, mature, and absurdly voluptuous.

One had golden hair and blue eyes. The other had white hair and golden eyes.

Over bodies of incomparable curves, the water flowed ceaselessly, sliding down bare shoulders, tracing the generous swell of huge breasts, winding around slender waists, and curving over plump buttocks before vanishing down soft thighs.

Amelia clutched her own chest tightly, the crystal-clear water pooling in the deep valley between her massive breasts. Her forearms sank deep into the plush flesh, disappearing as though two soft, snow-white mountains were slowly swallowing them whole.

Her noble, elegant face was flushed a delicate pink, her blue eyes closed, her long lashes heavy with clinging droplets.

Slowly, she turned toward Ysara, who stood relaxed beside her, head tilted slightly back as the water trickled down her slender neck.

"What is it?" Ysara turned her face as well, her lips curving into a soft smile.

Amelia’s eyes narrowed.

"I’m starting to remember... last night," she replied, her voice trembling.

"Me too... Arwen was right, he’s quite the stud." Ysara nodded, a mischievous gleam flashing through her golden eyes.

For the unawakened, drinking that heavily was usually enough to wipe away any memory of such an intense night.

For experts, however, such a thing was extremely rare, no matter how much they drank.

"He’s my son!"

"And you seemed to really enjoy it, fufufu~" Ysara let out a soft chuckle, the melodic sound echoing through the hot steam of the bathroom.

She seemed to be taking it all in stride, though her cheeks were also flushed—a color even the warm water couldn’t hide.

"You..." Amelia clenched her teeth. "I was drunk, and it was your fault! How can you be so carefree after—"

The golden-haired beauty froze mid-sentence.

Turning her head, she saw Ethan step into the bathroom, already naked, stretching lazily. His defined chest and sculpted abdominal muscles stood out beneath the soft light.

"Oh... honey, how was your night?" Amelia asked with a slightly crooked smile, trying to sound casual even as her heart pounded against her ribs.

"It was... good," Ethan replied, casually strolling toward the two beauties. His cock hung heavily between his legs, semi-erect and already intimidating in its sheer size.

Stepping into the shower, he wasted no time, his strong hands going straight for both of their waists.

Grabbing them from behind, he pulled them flush against him with a single firm motion.

Two full, shapely asses collided with his pelvis, jostling and squishing together as they fought for space, their creamy cheeks crushing his cock between layers of soft, warm flesh.

The pillowy globes molded themselves around his member, the water making their skin glisten and slide sensually against his own.

At the same time, his hands moved.

They glided from their delicate waists across the smooth curves of their bellies, then further down still, until his fingers found the plump, pale lips of their tight pussies.

He slid a single finger into each, the soft vulvar lips parting eagerly to swallow the tip before his finger plunged fully into the tight, wet heat.

Both beauties shuddered violently, their inner walls clamping down in reflexive spasms around the intruding digits.

"E-Ethan... D-don’t put your hand there, I’m—" Amelia’s words dissolved into a loud, breathless squeal when Ethan’s lips found her delicate neck, his tongue tracing a hot, wet trail across her milky skin, savoring the taste of water mingled with his mother’s unmistakable scent.

She turned her face toward him, only for Ethan to capture her lips the very next moment.

Amelia melted against Ethan as his tongue slipped past her lips, dancing with hers in a slow, passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, Ethan gripped Ysara’s shoulders, gently guiding her downward.

For a moment, Ysara stared at him as if he were a madman, but the very next instant, a soft, teasing smile curled across her lips.

"Are you saying you’re going to take responsibility for your mommy and auntie? Fufufu~"

Ethan pulled his lips away from Amelia’s for a moment.

The blonde beauty remained breathless, her tongue chasing Ethan’s out of her mouth as a glistening thread of saliva stretched between them, connecting them for a lingering heartbeat before snapping softly.

"Why wouldn’t I? Do I look like such a coward?" Ethan asked with a chuckle.

Ysara laughed back, her knees soon buckling as she dropped onto the wet floor. Her plump, juicy ass settled against her own heels, the pale flesh molding into a soft, luscious curve.

Delicate fingers brushed strands of soaked white hair from the forehead of a face fit for a queen—belonging to a woman who had once been one.

Before that regal face stood Ethan’s member, its reddish head already brushing against her lips.

Ysara, honestly, found it amusing.

In terms of strength, Ethan was an ant compared to them, yet with this cock, he was able to dominate them with such ease.

If he became a great expert, what would his title be? Dominatorcock? Or Pussyconqueror?

Her hands slid down to the base of his member, gripping it firmly. Her delicate fingers could barely meet on the other side, such was its overwhelming thickness.

This was the first time she’d ever done something like this.

Well, at least while conscious. The night before, she’d been far too drunk to remember the details.

Slowly, her lips parted, stretching wide before closing around the reddened, swollen head of Ethan’s cock, forming a tight, warm seal.

Her mouth was blazing hot and unbelievably tight, the thick glans pressing her tongue flat as it pushed toward the back of her mouth.

She swallowed a few more centimeters, the salty, musky taste flooding her senses and making her toes curl against the wet tile.

Slowly, she pushed further, feeling the head reach the depths of her throat, and then, with a slight adjustment of her posture, sink all the way in.

Her lips touched the base of his cock, a long, cylindrical bulge visibly distorting the delicate skin of her throat.

Finally, she pulled back, still connected to his member by long, thick strands of saliva that stretched from her glistening lips as she gasped for air.

"Mghnnn~ my little Ethan’s huge cock is truly delicious!"