The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!

Mireya’s blood-red eyes locked onto Ethan’s for a long moment, until she finally realized exactly where his gaze had drifted: the generous, luscious cleavage between her enormous purple tits.

Her cheeks flushed crimson with rage, and she ground her teeth as she threw her arms across her chest.

The motion only made things worse.

Her forearms crushed the heavy globes together, forcing them upward into an even more obscene display. The soft purple flesh bulged over her arms, spilling like an overripe fruit, the deep valley of cleavage swelling tighter as each breast fought for space against the other.

That bastard... she would enjoy killing him.

Ethan watched the murderous intent twist across the fallen princess’s face and let out a weary sigh.

"I am Ethan Goldenveil, formerly known as Ethan Darkwall. You’ve likely met my grandfather, Taric Darkwall."

Mireya’s eyebrows furrowed.

Her memories were hazy, clouded by centuries of slumber and her corrupted soul. Still, she had been a fourth-stage being in life.

She still remembered almost everything that mattered.

"Is he still alive?" The question slipped past her lips despite her complete lack of interest in continuing this conversation.

Mireya’s eyes flared with bloodlust. In an instant, her body launched forward in an explosion of power and speed, her massive breasts lurching with the sudden burst of movement, the heavy globes bouncing hard against her chest.

Her sword carved through the air, leaving behind a crimson aura shaped like a crescent moon.

"Yes." Ethan hurled himself to the ground and rolled sideways. The blade’s aura screamed past mere inches from his helmet.

He sprang back to his feet and barely managed to parry the second strike. The impact rattled through the blade and into his bones, tearing the air from his lungs.

His boots carved deep furrows into the damp earth as he skidded backward for dozens of meters, every muscle in his arms screaming in protest.

She had fallen below the third stage and now stood at the peak of the second, but even this weakened, she remained a terrifying presence.

"He reached the fifth stage and became the family’s ancestor, isolating himself in meditation." Ethan finished his answer while stealing a glance at the system’s information on Mireya.

Since she counted as a beast in the system’s eyes, he at least got a description.

[Name: Mireya Vorhn

Description: A fallen princess who was transformed into a death knight after being poisoned by a necromancer.

After her transformation, she immediately killed the one who called himself her master, her will overcoming any mental shackles.

Status: Temporary Lucidity (The longer Mireya stays awake without a master, the more her mind will fade. Put her to sleep or defeat her quickly!)

Talent: Rank SS

Level: 60]

A talent superior even to Alice’s.

That was dangerous, even with the Blood Emperor’s ring.

"You see, Your Highness, I was a great servant of the royal family, despite having lived such a short life." Ethan’s elven blade crashed against Mireya’s dark sword once more, sparks bursting from the clash of metals.

She surrendered a single step, while he was driven back more than five, his boots dragging through the wet ground.

Naturally, her superior talent granted her absurdly high base stats.

"Be silent and die..." She squeezed her eyes shut, as if an unbearable headache were spreading through every drop of her being. "Shut your mouth and die! Don’t disturb my eternal slumber!"

A violent shudder wracked her body, her physical form flickering for a brief moment. Then she let loose a shrill scream and lunged at Ethan.

[Death Knight Mireya’s lucidity drops by one point! Defeat her or put her back to sleep quickly!]

Gritting his teeth, Ethan let Mireya blow past him. In one smooth motion, he shifted his sword to his left hand and freed his right, palm open and fingers splayed.

A perverse smile curled across his lips as his gaze locked onto a pair of round, succulent cheeks, bouncing with every stride.

The system had given him a mission, and with it, a skill called Touch of the God of Love. According to the mission description, there was no better moment to use it than right now.

Naturally, Ethan quickly realized he had to employ his most brilliant and proven strategy: spanking!

A thunderous slap cracked across the battlefield. Ethan’s palm crashed into the sensuous purple globe, fingers sinking deep into the pillowy flesh as the fat cheek caved beneath his hand.

The plump buttock flattened under the strike, soft meat squashing outward in a thick wave around his buried fingers.

As his palm peeled away, the compressed cheek snapped back into its full, round shape with a heavy bounce, the surface still trembling from the blow.

Obscene ripples chased one another through the purple curves, spreading across both cheeks, the whole generous rear jiggling wildly from a single slap.

He wanted to grab and squeeze, to dig his fingers into those plump cheeks and knead them, but she had already flown past, the bouncing curves slipping beyond his reach.

The death knight’s frenzied roars dissolved into a long, drawn-out moan, and she trembled from head to toe.

Her free hand flew back to cup the struck buttock, fingers pressing into the creamy purple skin, now flushed a hot pink where his palm had landed.

"Y-you degenerate pervert!" she snarled, her thighs clenching together as a strange, feverish heat spread through her body.

This wasn’t right!

[Death Knight Mireya’s lucidity increases by one point! Defeat her or put her to sleep again before it drops back down!]

The notification flashed before Ethan’s eyes, and he broke into a wide grin, his eyes glinting with triumph.

He was barely containing his satisfaction when a furious blade whistled through the air straight at his head.

He turned his face just in time.

The energy slash tore past barely an inch from his skull, but it carved through the weak spot where his chest plate met his helmet, ripping straight through the side of his neck.

Blood gushed out in hot, pulsing spurts. Ethan groaned through the searing pain and activated the Blood Emperor’s ring.

His jugular had been severed, but a single thought was enough to call back every drop of spilled blood.

The crimson rushed back into the wound, the flesh knitting itself together before Mireya’s incredulous eyes.

"You... what the hell is that profane technique?" Her face contorted, and she lunged once more, her blade driving toward his chest.

"Are you sure a Death Knight should be accusing my abilities of being profane? You’re literally an undead creature, you crazy bitch!" Ethan already knew he couldn’t defeat her by conventional means.

His gaze dropped to the bright red pendant nestled in the voluptuous, creamy cleft between her enormous purple breasts. The massive tits swayed heavily with every violent step she took, the fat mounds bouncing together, the pendant swinging back and forth in the deep valley between them.

If he could retrieve that pendant, everything would be settled.

A smile parted Ethan’s lips. He didn’t move. He let Mireya’s blade sink through his armor and bury itself in his chest, piercing his lungs and tearing through his flesh.

He didn’t even summon his Aura to reinforce his armor. The sword cut through the steel like it was warm butter.