The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!-Chapter 6: Alice (04)

Alice knelt in front of Ethan, her heels sinking into the soft flesh of her perfect ass..

Her face, now a deep crimson red, burned as she leaned over to help him.

With a soft sigh, she pulled down his pants, and when she had finished removing everything, her eyes where inevitably drawn to the long, thick, throbbing bulge in his underwear.

Why was that thing so big?

Ethan himself maintained a cool and composed appearance, but inside he was rejoicing, thanking the gods for reincarnating him in such a privileged body.

One lifetime with a small dick was enough. Now, all that was left was to put his anaconda to good use!

"D-don’t move..." Alice stammered, her trembling hands running over his toned legs.

She focused on a deep cut on his upper thigh, dangerously close to the bulge in his underwear.

Avoiding Ethan’s intense gaze, she murmured a sequence of arcane words.

The wound closed with a slight tingling sensation, disappearing without leaving a trace of a scar.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Alice smiled. Her fingers slid smoothly to his abdomen, touching a small cut.

As she leaned forward, her perfect breasts pressed against Ethan’s groin, engulfing the bulge in his pants with their softness.

Her delicate palm pressed firmly on the wound, and a soft light emanated from her hand, gradually closing the injury.

’Damn... how can such enormous tits even exist naturally in this world?’ Ethan wondered mentally, feeling the weight of Alice’s breasts against his cock.

Despite their size, they were full, perky, and perfectly round, unmatched even by the most exaggerated silicone freaks of his previous world.

Was it too much to ask to die between them?

"Your injuries were very superficial. No internal damage, I think that’s enough." Alice flashed a flushed smile as she stood up, her breasts bouncing gently. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

With some effort, she turned her back. "Y-you can get dressed now. I’ll wait outside," she murmured, staggering out of the house.

Ethan let out a heavy sigh, watching the sway of her hips and the undulations of her ass with every step.

He went to the suitcase, took out a change of plain, unremarkable clothes, got dressed, and then called Alice back.

When she returned, she slowly made her way to a nearby chair.

Her breathing was labored.

Her dress, soaked with sweat, had become slightly transparent, a pair of puffy, pink nipples visible beneath the thin white fabric.

"Are you okay?" Ethan asked, his eyes scanning her body, noticing the obvious signs of magical exhaustion.

Apparently, the book from which she had learned magic did not teach her how to control mana very well.

During the healing, Alice had simply poured mana over him nonstop.

"Yes, just a little tired." She replied with a weak smile, avoiding looking at him directly.

"Hmm... I think I have something that might help." Ethan turned to the luggage. "Have you ever tried enchanted wine?"

"Oh... I don’t drink... and there’s only beer here, it’s awful..."

"Don’t worry, it’s not ordinary alcohol. It’s a special kind that helps talented people recover their energy." He displayed an exquisite and expensive-looking bottle.

"Isn’t that too expensive? I don’t want to cause trouble..." Alice protested softly.

"Don’t worry. Consider it a thank you for saving my life... although it’s a very modest payment." Ethan smiled, taking two golden glasses from his bag and pouring the wine.

Hesitantly, Alice reached out and took one of the drinks.

Immediately, she was enveloped by the intoxicating aroma.

At her fingertips, she felt a peculiar energy, mana and aura flowing together, blending with the mesmerizing scent.

Just inhaling it, she felt slightly invigorated, her magical reserves stirring.

Blushing, she brought the glass to her full, pink lips, enveloping them in the cold metal and letting a single timid sip enter her mouth.

Instantly, she shuddered and her eyes sparkled as her taste buds adjusted to that unique flavor.

It was sweet, but not overly so, with a smoothness that caused only a slight, almost imperceptible burning in her throat.

Her already burning body seemed to heat up even more and her magical reserves reacted in equal measure.

It wasn’t enough to restore more than a fraction of her mana, but it was an amount that would normally take hours of meditation to absorb from the environment.

Seeing her reaction, Ethan couldn’t help but smile.

"It’s delicious," Alice murmured, lowering her head shyly, her face a vibrant red. She held out the glass. "Can I have some more?"

"Of course, let’s drink it all together. This type of wine loses its properties quickly after opening." Ethan sat down next to her and poured more for both of them.

For a few minutes, they drank in silence, circulating their energies to absorb all the mana and aura exuded by the wine.

"You know... my father loved wine," Alice commented softly, her gentle voice carrying a hint of intoxication. "He had a personal wine cellar and always drank while telling me stories..."

"He seems to have been an admirable man."

"He was..." Alice shuddered, her eyes watering. "He passed away last year... there was a terrible goblin attack, we lost a lot of people..."

"I’m sorry." Ethan held her hands firmly, noticing the sadness in her voice.

"No... I should be the one apologizing..." Alice looked away, trying to hide her face, but returning his grip.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Ethan pulled his chair closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Alice shuddered at the touch, but didn’t pull away. She let her body lean to the side, her vision slightly blurred by the alcohol.

She felt her blood boil, a strange heat taking over her groin.

She rested her head on his shoulder and turned slightly, pressing her enormous breasts against Ethan’s ribs.

She looked up, studying the young man’s noble and beautiful features.

She was well aware of her own beauty, almost divine—but Ethan did not seem inferior to her.

Even with clearly lesser talent, he was still the most talented man she had ever seen, far above the young men of the settlement who courted her, who were like disrespectful savages in front of someone who looked like the perfect prince from her romance novels.

Insecurity struck her, her mind fixating on a single thought: ’A talented commoner is still a commoner.’

For a moment, she almost stepped away, ready to end it right there.

But when she saw Ethan approaching, his cheeks also flushed, his warm, masculine breath caressing her face, she erased all negative thoughts from her mind.

Their lips met almost abruptly.

Ethan was surprised by the initiative, but responded immediately, moving his hands to her waist and then to her plump, perfect ass.

He gave it a firm slap, feeling the shock waves spread through the soft flesh.