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

To Elena’s shock, the wooden palisades before her shook violently as a burst of mana surged from beneath her feet.

It was dense.

Denser than any mana she had ever felt in her entire life, enveloping the walls that surrounded Goldenveil in a wave.

The settlement’s inhabitants rushed out of their homes, startled by tremors that rattled their floors and shook dust from their rafters.

With wide eyes, they watched the wooden walls drift outward, pushed toward the eternal mountains in the distance.

Trees vanished as if dissolved into thin air. The ground leveled itself in seconds, flattened as though an invisible hand had swept it clean.

When the walls finally reached their maximum distance, They rose into stone structures four meters tall, crowned with battlements and Parapets for guard patrols.

Two large wooden gates stood at opposite ends, visibly much sturdier and heavier than Goldenveil’s old gate.

There were even ballistae mounted atop the wall, two stationed at each gate.

They used neither mana nor aura, which limited their use to weaker enemies. Even so, their size and kinetic energy were more than enough to seriously injure a second-stage beast.

[You built: "Stone Wall with Battlements and Parapets"]

[Goldenveil’s attractiveness has increased! Poor -> Acceptable

The number of new citizens per week will increase]

[Resources along the expansion route were extracted with 30% efficiency.

+1,700 tons of refined wood were added to the system inventory]

Ethan smiled at the notification.

The resources along the wall’s path had already been extracted, so there was no need for another massive logging operation to clear the entire region.

The amount of wood pleased him as well.

1.7 million kilograms, already refined and stored in the system inventory.

Even with the loss of seventy percent of the total timber, the trade-off was more than worth it, considering the labor it would have taken to extract and refine everything by hand.

That haul, combined with the wood gathered along the path to Lake Azur, was more than enough to fill the entire Goldenveil walls with houses.

[Attention! The size of Goldenveil’s territory has increased! Raise your title level to prevent revolts and loss of control.]

Ethan dismissed the notification without a second thought.

It would be a concern if Goldenveil were much larger, but at its current size? Hardly.

Doran, without a doubt, was the most shaken by the sudden change.

He stepped out of his barracks, squinting against the light as he took in the stone walls now encircling Goldenveil.

A long, defeated sigh left his lips.

His Lord was incredible for achieving something like this, but...

How on earth was he supposed to protect such a massive wall with less than fifty soldiers?

He needed at least five hundred!

With a broad smile and without a care for what Doran thought, Ethan turned to Elena.

The black beauty took a step back, her large, abundant tits squeezing beneath her clasped hands and spilling against her forearms.

Was this real?

She had seen mages capable of shaping the earth at will. The emperor of the Fallen Sun Empire himself could obliterate mountains with his thunderous power.

But to create such a complex structure so effortlessly, while merely a second-stage aura user?

Wasn’t this too good to be true?

"This ability costs only gold, six hundred for a wall of this size with two gates. I can build one new structure per month and improve or expand up to two others.

The amount will increase even more with my noble title." Ethan said.

Slowly, Elena turned to face him. Her eyes brimmed with many emotions, but in the end, only one remained: excitement.

She was excited. Excited as hell.

"My Lord is truly amazing! The best of all! Fufufu~~" The uncertainty vanished from her face, and she lunged forward, pulling Ethan against her chest.

His face sank into the soft, overwhelming mass of her tits, warm and heavy, molding around his features with a pillowy softness that smothered him completely.

Her laughter echoed, sweet and sensual, and every giggle sent her chest bouncing, the heavy mounds rippling against his buried face.

She was a happy woman, and her mind was already racing with all the wonderful uses she could put that ability to.

What were its limits?

Could Ethan build roads? Magical structures?

"Ah..." Ethan wriggled free from the smothering valley of her cleavage and straightened his spine, gasping softly as his face emerged flushed.

He stood just inches from her, her dark, lucious tits pressed firmly against his chest.

"Don’t you think your amazing Lord deserves a reward?"

"Oh... of course, tell me what you want and this Empress will..." Elena fell silent suddenly.

She wasn’t an Empress anymore. She was Ethan’s subordinate.

What could a master ask of a subordinate?

She felt his hands settle on her hips and tighten, his fingers pressing into the generous curve where her thing waist flared out into the wide swell of her hips.

"Do you really want me to be your woman that badly?" Elena asked, her hands gracefully rising to his shoulders.

Her fingers closed with elegance as her beautiful brown eyes lifted to meet his gaze.

She wasn’t the kind of woman who failed to recognize her own beauty.

She had always recognized it while living in the capital of the Fallen Sun Empire, where every noble had dreamed of holding that exotic beauty in his arms.

Fat, filthy, corrupt pigs.

Even the Emperor of the Rising Sun, with all his power, was a corrupt man. A senile old fool who vented his frustrations on his own wives.

Elena was lucky he had never forced himself on her.

It was perhaps because of that very corruption that the empire fell so easily after his death.

Enemies had gathered over the years, and when the power that had held the empire in check for five thousand years finally ran out, everything collapsed.

Ethan was the first man who had tried to claim her and who wasn’t like them.

A young, virile man whose beauty made her heart race. A man who carried nobility even in his somewhat rough and hasty manner.

Men who pursue a woman often change how she sees herself.

Even though she had maintained her purity and never allowed anyone to touch her, a woman who is only pursued by scum can come to see herself on the same level as that scum.

Isn’t that sad?