Morning settled quietly over Goldenveil as Elena’s eyes slowly opened, her heavy lashes lifting against the soft light slipping through the openings in the curtains.

"Ah... it’s cold," she complained in a groggy voice, her hands instinctively gliding up her body to cradle her enormous black tits.

The massive orbs lay heavy against her delicate torso, rising like two round, firm mountains.

She pushed herself upright, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she arched her back in a slow stretch.

Her breasts raised, barely contained by her white nightgown, her stiffened nipples poking clearly through the thin fabric.

"Hm... Ethan should be back today, right?"

With a small sigh, she slid off the bed and padded toward the bathroom of her suite.

Once clean, she stepped out and made her way to the wardrobe, rummaging through the countless dresses stored inside.

Her fingers trailed over each piece as she considered which one might please Ethan the most.

After a moment, something caught her eye.

"Hmm... isn’t this a little... too skimpy?" she murmured, pressing the dress against her chest.

Most of the wardrobe had come with the mansion, and she was surprised to find such a... revealing design tucked among the rest.

With her cheeks warming, she finally decided to try it on, stepping into the dress and sliding it up her body.

The fabric glided up her long, delicate legs, hugged tightly over her wide hips, and finally climbed onto her breasts, where two thin strips of cloth met in an inverted V above her nipples, puffy buds pressed hard against the thin material, their shape outlined perfecly.

"Nghnn~~" she whimpered at the dress’s tightness, the thin fabric cutting deep into the soft flesh of her breasts and carving obscene grooves through them.

Her massive orbs spilled out generously on either side of the thin straps, nearly their entire length bared to the open air.

She tugged at the back, trying to pull it lower, but the stretchy fabric stubbornly refused to extend much past the curve where her perfect buttocks met the tops of her succulent thighs.

Curious, she turned around and gave a little testing hop on the balls of her feet.

In the mirror, her plump ass cheeks clapped together at the peak of the jump, then bounced heavily apart as her feet touched back down.

Thick flesh rippled in slow, obscene waves, shockwaves rolling up through the soft globes before the mounds finally settled.

The fabric, utterly helpless against their weight and motion, immediately rode back up to her thin waist, leaving her ass fully bared once more.

After a moment, she peeled the dress off with a small sigh.

Ethan would love it, she knew, but in the end, she chose something more conservative.

That dress would have its moment, just not today.

Soon after, she slipped out of her room, exchanged brief pleasantries with the maids along the way, and made her way to her office, right next to Ethan’s.

With a tired expression, she settled into her armchair, already weary before work had even begun.

Dozens of documents lay scattered across her desk, each one detailing her plans for Goldenveil.

She had already firmly laid the foundation: the division of the city into rings.

The first was the central ring.

The second, the commercial and residential ring.

The third, the military and productive ring.

Three rings, each dividing the city perfectly and each isolated from the others by its own wall, forming a layered system of defense.

But of course, that was only the beginning.

Elena reached for a particular sheet of paper, the fruit of months of work by the city guard.

They had mapped every inch of the geography within a ten-kilometer radius.

Streams, small hills, and patches of earth too soft to support heavy construction, all of it carefully recorded.

She marked a few points, first defining where the Lord of Goldenveil’s main palace would rise, sitting directly over the magical vein.

Her pencil continued in smooth lines, demarcating the positions of shops, roads, squares, and future schools—all created with a single goal in mind: quick access.

No citizen of Goldenveil should ever be more than a thirty-minute walk from anything they needed.

From there, she calculated how long it would take an average person to walk from each central point, drawing out several intersecting circles across the map.

She then marked residential and commercial zones, reservoirs, drainage systems, and even evacuation routes, dividing everything carefully.

If Goldenveil had access to magic array-powered trains, like many of the more advanced regions on the continent, she would also have liked to set up a public transport system.

But since that was still far beyond their reach, she merely marked out the main avenues, leaving them wide enough to one day accommodate trains, even if that day remained a distant reality.

Given Goldenveil’s current size, such vehicles would be useless anyway, but she had big plans for the future.

In the end, without her even realizing it, more than two hours had slipped by, and she had made significant progress on the day’s work.

She tossed the last document in with the others, over a hundred filled sheets across her desk: plans for the development of every part of Goldenveil and, above all, ways to integrate those plans.

All of this was the result of her hard work over the past few months.

Ethan’s instant construction ability made everything far easier, but she didn’t want to lean on it alone.

The people of Goldenveil were already building nonstop, yet their engineering needed to advance beyond simple houses.

’Ah... this place needs a functional education system...’

And not just an education system. They also needed a functional military system, the establishment of formal civil servants, and a legal system.

That man named Tomas was already handling the last two, but the rest still needed a foundation before anything could be organized.

Elena leaned back in her armchair, her massive boobs bouncing softly with the motion, the heavy flesh wobbling beneath her dress.

Feeling their full weight, she grabbed hold of them and gave a firm squeeze, her fingers sinking deep into the soft, plump flesh.

Ethan had barely been gone twenty-four hours, yet she was already dying to see him.

With a sweet sigh, she sent out a faint pulse of mana, only for her eyes to widen the next moment.

There was a response...

It was Ethan’s aura!

Elena’s eyes sparkled as she sprang from her chair, her enormous breasts bouncing obscenely with every excited step, the heavy globes heaving against the fabric of her dress as she rushed toward the door.