The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!-Chapter 20: I’m the pervert?

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"997... 998... 999... 1000!" Ethan’s voice sounded more like the growl of a beast than the words of a man.

His aura had run out on the nine hundred and ninety-fifth push-up, and from then on, all that remained was his body’s natural strength.

As an awakened user, he had much more strength than an ordinary human, but even so, without that energy to strengthen his muscles, that advantage mattered little.

"Ugh... damn it!" Ethan gasped, so tired that he felt he could barely feel his own arms.

Not even the strictest trainers his father had paid for in the past had pushed him to his limits like this.

He felt Evelyn’s weight on him, and using the last ounce of strength he had, he twisted his body.

Her ass landed on his lap with a wet, obscene slap, her torso leaning forward, her huge tits hanging heavily in front of his face.

"A thousand push-ups is ten seconds, right?" A big smile spread across Ethan’s face as he watched regret take over Evelyn’s expression.

"You... pervert... I should pop your balls, you know?" Evelyn growled angrily, looking away.

"I’m the pervert?" Ethan turned his face slightly.

"You’re the one who proposed it. It’s not my fault you’re a degenerate woman."

"I was trying to help you, and look, it worked really well." Evelyn snorted, puffing out her chest.

Before she could say anything else, Ethan’s hands were already on her huge, tanned, large, heavy mountains.

Without hesitation, he squeezed them firmly.

They were soft, warm, and squishy, his fingers swallowed by the creamy, smooth skin of those fat, yet full and perfect tits.

His hands moved a little further, to the division between the leather top and the tanned, perfect skin of her breasts.

"H-hey,you should only touch, not— nghnn~~" Evelyn complained, but soon fell silent, panting heavily.

Ethan ignored her words. His hands entered the neckline, encapsulating as much as they could of those soft, incomparable mountains.

"Nghnn~~ F-five seconds..." Evelyn counted.

Why the hell was time taking so long to pass?

With a little force, Ethan pulled her breasts out of her tight top, her pointed nipples hardening in the cool air.

The pale skin, untouched by the sun, was fully revealed, marked by a perfect line separating the white from the golden tan.

He squeezed them even harder, his hands completely unable to encapsulate them completely, his fingers sinking into a sea of incomparable softness.

He squeezed them, pressed them together, felt their weight and size.

His palms and fingertips felt like they were in paradise.

"G-gentler, you—" Evelyn gasped as she felt his fingers squeezing her soft nipples, her whole body trembling.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

"Aghnn~~ 0!" She finally finished counting and lifted her torso.

Her breasts escaped Ethan’s greedy grip, bouncing against her body and swaying violently before calming down.

She hugged her own chest, turning her flushed face away.

"You want to get off me now?" Ethan was unable to hide an honest chuckle, his cock already throbbing with full force against the cameltoe formed by Evelyn’s plump pussy.

Her eyes widened briefly, and she bit her lower lip.

With a thrust of her powerful leg muscles, she went into the air, leaving Ethan’s lap and landing a few feet away.

Grabbing the straps of the top that squeezed the sides of her breasts, she pulled it back on, covering herself.

"Come, help your sovereign up!" Ethan smiled, offering his hand to Evelyn.

"My sovereign my ass..." Evelyn muttered, turning her back on him and walking toward the mansion. "Is there at least some good food in this damn place? I’m hungry!"

The handsome young man on the floor just shook his head, watching the gentle sway of her hips and the sensual tremors that spread across her perfect ass with each step.

What a woman.

He closed his eyes, feeling his cock throb painfully.

If he had the strength, he might try to take the second step there. But unfortunately, he was so exhausted that he could barely walk.

He took a moment, feeling the energy around him.

Mana and Aura were in the air, and one of the first things he had learned to do in that world was to feel and absorb them, especially through meditation.

Relaxing his body, he opened his hands, feeling a small flow of energy spreading through his fingers and then entering his body.

As he had not yet reached the second stage and formed an aura heart, this energy was inefficient, scattered throughout his muscles and bloodstream, often slowly leaking away over time.

After about five minutes of meditating, Ethan finally got up and took a look at his aura reserves.

[10/175.]

It was a miserable amount, but at least enough for him to move freely.

With a grunt, he got up and entered the mansion, looking for Evelyn and Alice.

It was already nighttime, and he would soon need to find something for dinner.

As expected, he found them in the kitchen, along with another woman.

Alice was sitting uncomfortably in a corner of a large, old wooden table.

Evelyn occupied the opposite corner, her legs elegantly crossed, her face carrying a soft blush.

Ethan’s eyes then fell on the third woman.

A middle-aged peasant woman with a gentle gaze and an ordinary-looking face.

She was the wife of one of the many farmers who worked in the fields, her hands moving carefully as she arranged the pots on the table.

There was boiled and roasted corn, chicken, white rice, and even a strange red sauce bubbling away, with a salty and pleasant aroma.

Everything was freshly harvested, as fresh as it could be.

"O-oh, my lord!" The woman stammered in surprise when she saw Ethan there.

"I... I heard that Miss Alice was working hard today, so I decided to prepare dinner for you while my husband was working in the fields."