The Golden Lord Has A Perverted Sss Rank Summoning System Chapter 448

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A terrible headache suddenly overwhelmed Hilda, a sharp pressure splitting through her skull.

Her legs gave way for a moment, and her body dropped toward the floor.

Fortunately, someone was there to catch her.

Strong, clearly masculine hands gripped her slender yet powerful waist, the fingers sinking lightly into the warm skin just above her hips.

Those hands didn’t stay there for long.

They slid down her caramel-colored skin, tracing the dip of her lower back until they reached those luscious, fat ass cheeks and gripped them firmly.

His fingers sank into the plump flesh without meeting any resistance. Her ample buttocks spilled between them, hot and soft, the supple flesh bulging out around his knuckles with every squeeze.

Her short shorts rode up even higher under his grip, the hem digging into the crease where her ass met her thighs and leaving a generous slice of her lower curves bare.

It was like sinking a hand into pudding—sweet and too soft to be real. They made Ethan want to use them as pillows.

Her fat tits, covered by nothing more than a strip of white fabric barely wide enough to hide her areolas, pressed against his abdomen.

The soft flesh spread against his rigid muscles, molding to every contour and swelling up toward her collarbones under the pressure.

The thin fabric hid almost none of the heat passing between their two bodies, and he could feel the puffy shape of her plump round nipples through the cloth as her face sank into that powerful chest.

Under normal circumstances, Hilda would have already sent that guy flying, but the pain in her head was too much.

A massive flood of information invaded her mind all at once.

A soft sigh, almost a moan, escaped her lips. Her bare shoulders, their skin glistening under the office light, shuddered against his body, and the shiver ran all the way down to the cheeks still filling his hands.

It took nearly thirty seconds for the pain to finally subside and for Hilda’s green eyes to flutter open.

The first thing she noticed was the pair of strong hands still clamped on her butt, the warmth of his palms seeping through the thin fabric of her shorts while his fingertips rested on the bare swell of her lower cheeks.

The second was the scent. Pleasant, but unmistakably the scent of a man.

Hilda’s eyes widened.

With a sudden burst of strength, she threw herself backward, letting out a muffled yelp.

His fingers dragged free of her flesh, and her plump cheeks sprang back into their round shape with a quick quiver.

Her back slammed against the office wall with a dull thud, the cold surface biting into her bare shoulder blades.

The impact sent her breasts bouncing upward. The strip of fabric slipped a finger’s width, nearly letting her puffy nipples pop free, before the heavy mounds plummeted back down.

Their weighty bases smacked against her delicate torso with a soft, wet slap, the aftershock rippling through them for a long moment before they finally stilled.

Her hands shot up at once, cupping those plump, juicy breasts. Her forearms sank into her skin, brown as chocolate, squeezing them together until the fat flesh pushed up and bellow over the edge of the armas.

“Y-you! H-how?” Hilda stammered, staring down at her own body as if she couldn’t believe it was there.

She needed a moment to adjust and accept the information the System had implanted in her mind.

Honestly, her death had been a bit chaotic.

She had been working on one of her most perfect creations, an engine capable of powering the largest flying ship in history.

Unfortunately, an accident had caused the engine to explode right in her face.

She had tried to protect herself with her mana, but in the end, the explosion claimed her life.

“I am Ethan Goldenveil, your sovereign.” Ethan spoke calmly. He had already stepped back to lean against the office desk, his arms crossed in front of his powerful chest.

“Ugh… Why the hell are you in that bastard’s office? Where is he? How long has it been since I died?” Hilda fired off the questions one after another, staring at Ethan with steady eyes despite the pain still throbbing in her head.

“I’m not sure.” Ethan shook his head. “All I know is that it’s been over three hundred thousand years…”

“Shit…”

Hilda’s back slid down the wall until her butt hit the floor with a soft thud, her big tits jostling inside their strip of fabric on the way down. H

“Ah… fuck!”

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly, before opening them and fixing her gaze on Ethan’s face once more.

“You want me to work for you… don’t you?”

She was alive once again, and the System had given her enough information to know exactly how she’d been brought back to life.

She stood up, sighing and puffing out her chest with pride.

The movement made her fat tits rise and tremble against the strip of fabric, the thin cloth straining as the flesh swelled outward. They bobbed once, slow and full, before settling back into place.

“How much are you going to pay me? I’m pretty expensive!”

“Well, I plan on having you as my wife, too, so all my money will be yours.” Ethan spoke without a shred of shame on his face.

Hilda froze upon hearing those words, her sharp eyes scanning Ethan’s face for any sign of a joke.

When she realized he was serious, her cheeks flushed red.

“You’re pretty, but don’t be so full of yourself.” She turned her face away scornfully. “Don’t touch me again, and just take me to my workplace already.”

Ethan smiled at those words, motioning for her to follow him.

Well, she really did seem to have a somewhat difficult personality, but he was still excited to have her.

Without hesitation, he led Hilda through the palace corridors, guiding her toward the beaches of Goldenveil.

She walked a few steps behind him, her arms crossed beneath her breasts and her chin held high.

The salty air hit both their faces as soon as they left the palace, the bright sun making Hilda’s caramel-colored skin glow.

They crossed the entire length of Goldenveil in no time, reaching the city’s beaches.

There, Hilda, already stunned by the city around her, watched as Ethan approached a shipyard that had clearly been built in a hurry.

It stood to the right of the gigantic Goldenveil harbor, with plenty of room to expand.

Ethan rested his hand on the rough wood of the structure, using up the last of his instant-construction ability.

In the System’s list of structures, it didn’t take him long to find the shipyard that had once been Hilda’s home.

There were two options.

The first, for thirty million gold coins, was the basic version, intended solely for building seagoing ships and capable of handling up to ten large ships at once.

The second could build flying ships, but the price was close to one billion gold coins.

So Ethan settled for the first one.