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

[Just one Chapter today because I’m having some issues with my electricity. Tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. I’m sorry!

And yes, my cover was banned. it will be back to normal on the 27th.]

A surge of pleasure crashed through Elena’s entire body.

She gasped, her lips parting as an sensation she had never felt in her entire life flooded her body.

Inside her, Ethan’s cock throbbed painfully, before releasing a thick, hot torrent that flooded her womb. Cum poured into her until there was no room left, the excess spilling past his shaft and dripping down her trembling thighs.

Elena lost all strength and collapsed.

Luckily, Ethan was there to catch her. His hands found her waist, pulling her soft body against his chest, and she let herself sink into him without resistance.

The warmth of his cum pooled inside her, a deep, satisfying heat spreading slowly through her lower belly.

"nghnn~~ you really didn’t go easy on me, huh? Darling... ♡" She let out a weak, sweet giggle.

Since reaching the third stage, Elena had never felt this exhausted. Not even when she’d gone days without sleep.

She let her eyes close, and when she opened them again, she was already in the heated pool at the center of the bathroom.

A pair of strong hands rested on her delicate waist, and warm water lapped gently against her skin.

Together, they took a brief bath, letting the hot water wash the sweat from their bodies.

Once they were clean, Elena stood up.

Water cascaded down her curves, tracing the swell of her large breasts before running in thin streams down her toned stomach and dripping from the round, heavy cheeks of her ass.

She grabbed a pristine white towel, drying her naked body slowly before wrapping it around herself and pulling it tight. Her enormous dark breasts spilled generously over the thin fabric, the tops of her areolas barely peeking above the edge.

After that, she walked over to the wardrobe in Ethan’s room, opening it and examining the contents.

It was more out of curiosity than anything else. Even those towels had appeared out of nowhere in the rooms.

Had the other parts of the mansion come fully stocked as well?

As soon as she saw what was inside, Elena’s eyes sparkled.

Indeed, it was full of clothes. Over a hundred outfits in total, women’s and men’s, from formal wear to sleepwear.

A sweet smile spread across her lips, and she let the towel fall to the floor. She picked up a floral nightgown and carefully slipped it on.

It was a little small for her.

The fabric strained against her breasts, clinging tightly to the massive, dark mounds and pressing the soft flesh together, deepening the obscene valley of her cleavage.

Below, the nightgown fell loosely over her hips, the hem riding up high, too short to cover the full, round cheeks of her plump ass. The lower curves hung exposed beneath the flowered fabric, dark, creamy skin on full display.

Still, she didn’t care. She looked at herself in a silver mirror in the center of the wardrobe.

Comfortable and sensual. That was enough.

As for her exposed lower half, she simply grabbed a pair of black panties from the wardrobe and pulled them on. The semi-transparent fabric did almost nothing to hide the plump lips of her tight pussy.

Ethan, who had only just stepped out of the bathroom, set his gaze on Elena.

His eyes lit up.

He closed the distance in quick steps, his hand swinging down hard on the perfect ass peeking out from beneath the flowered fabric. Half his palm struck the thin cloth that barely reached the midpoint of her buttocks, while the other half landed directly on her creamy, chocolaty skin.

The impact was firm, the shockwaves rippling through every generous inch of those round, perfect globes.

"nghnn~~ ♡" Elena moaned at the slap, her back arching slightly.

Ethan’s hand grabbed her ass firmly right after, his fingers sinking deep into the supple flesh. His free hand immediately moved up to her huge dark tits, groping them hard through the tight fabric.

"fufufu~~ What’s the matter, darling, did you fall in love with mommy’s new dress?" Elena gave a teasing giggle, her face lighting up with amusement as she watched Ethan’s expression melt the moment he heard her say "mommy."

She loved seeing him like that.

Ethan sighed in defeat.

He spun Elena in his arms and pulled her toward the bed, feeling the weight of her shapely, heart-shaped ass land on his lap with a soft, meaty clap. The plump cheeks spread against his thighs, warm flesh pressing flat before settling around his hardening cock.

His hands traced the fabric covering her delicate waist, moving up to her breasts. He squeezed both firmly, feeling the dark, heavy flesh overflow his grip, then slid back down to her partially covered ass, palming each cheek possessively.

Ethan had lived in this world for a long time, but he still remembered using mods in games, and how many players only used mods that stripped female characters naked.

He never saw much appeal in that.

A woman in the right clothes was far sexier than a naked woman, and that was a point he would defend tooth and nail if necessary.

The clothes Elena was wearing right now were the perfect example. Enough to make him hard as a rock with a single glance.

"Today... you won’t go to sleep until you call me daddy..." Ethan whispered in Elena’s ear, and she shuddered.

Before she even realized it, she was lying face-down on the bed, her fingers clutching a pillow in a white-knuckled grip while her ass was raised high against Ethan’s hips.

He was pounding her pussy without a shred of mercy.

Each brutal thrust sent powerful ripples cascading through the perfect, round cheeks of her ass. The plump, dark flesh bounced with every impact, the perfect globes flattening against his hips before bouncing back with a heavy jiggle.

The thin nightgown had ridden up past her waist, bunched uselessly around her midsection, leaving every thick, juicy inch of her ass and thighs completely exposed.

Fortunately, unlike the previous Lord’s mansion, this one didn’t have thin walls.

Elena’s lewd moans were confined to her and Ethan. No one else.

And so their relentless night went on.

Only when the sun was already rising and the birds began to sing did Elena finally collapse into her man’s arms.

"Are you giving in already, sweetheart? I haven’t even called you that yet, fufufu~" Elena asked, watching Ethan’s exhausted face.

"And you haven’t slept yet either... I’m just taking a tactical break." He sighed wearily, his hands stroking her black hair.

Elena let out a hearty laugh.

With a little difficulty, she raised herself up on top of him, leaning against his chest.

Her arms pressed together, squeezing her massive breasts into an obscene display, the dark flesh bulging and spilling over her forearms.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing softly against his.

"Okay, daddy~ ♡"

Without giving Ethan even a moment to react, Elena pulled away and left.

He lay there motionless for a long moment, immediately missing the weight of her body on top of him.

When the bedroom door closed and he finally found himself completely alone, he sighed.

Alice and Evelyn together couldn’t drain him the way Elena did, and that was with her being the passive one. Evelyn, for example, was always very active and tried to drain him as much as possible.

Slowly, Ethan’s eyes moved, not to his status screen, but to the ability ’Touch of the God of Love,’ the reward from his mission to tame Mireya.

[Name: Touch of the God of Love

Description: Simulates the touch of the God of Love, lord of lust and sex, the tenth of the nine gods, who was killed in the name of the Goddess of Life herself after being rejected by her and attempting to force himself upon her.

Can only be used on hostile women to increase loyalty and opinion.

Rank: SS]

Ethan’s eyes narrowed at the notification.

A skill capable of boosting loyalty and opinion, but only for enemies.

Honestly, considering he would have to face other Golden Lords in the future, it could prove quite useful in certain situations.

Thinking of Mireya and recalling the softness of those enormous purple milk-jugs, his lips curved into a broad smile.

It was time to get to work and conquer yet another beauty.

Mireya was just one step away from the third stage. After winning her loyalty, he would need only a few souls to have the first third-stage specialist in Goldenveil.

But not just any specialist.

One who had once been in the fourth stage, with centuries of experience and techniques that would make any other third-stage specialist tremble.

***

While Ethan prepared to tame a powerful Death Knight, many miles away, on the edge of the Eternal Forest, a mercenary military camp stretched out across a wide clearing.

More than two hundred mercenaries in total, with twenty at the second stage and the rest being, for the most part, warriors hardened by years of battle.

It was a considerable force in that region, capable of conquering a small barony, provided it had no third-stage warriors defending it.

In the center of the camp, two figures stood. One Ethan knew well. The other he had met only once in his life.

"That’ll be enough, won’t it?" Erick asked with a crooked smile. He couldn’t contain the rapid pounding of his heart as he imagined himself returning to the settlement that was rightfully his, killing that damned Ethan, and turning his two wives into concubines.

"Of course it will!" Ulric replied, his face lit up with excitement.

Finally, it was time for his revenge.

"Goldenveil is protected by a wooden palisade that can barely stop goblins. One fireball from me and everything will go up in smoke! After that, all I have to do is kill whatever pathetic guard Ethan has gathered by now and take control of the settlement again!"

Erick nodded, his eyes full of excitement, but also anxiety.

He had received a response from the Gaia system.

If he failed to conquer Goldenveil, he would die. True death, with no respawn button.

His soul would be destroyed and his brain on Earth would be fried.

Just thinking about it was enough to make his heart tremble.

There were only a few months left until the mission’s deadline.

He needed to hurry.