The Golden Lord Has A Perverted Sss Rank Summoning System Chapter 341

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Ethan entered the main training arena of his palace.

His eyes fell on two familiar figures in the center of the vast circular space.

Evelyn and Mireya were there, a sword and an axe slicing through the air in swift arcs, the metal singing with every collision.

The two women’s voluptuous bodies spun and dodged, their feet dancing across the stone. Every pivot set their flesh in motion, huge tits lunging against the strained fabric of their tight-fitting training outfits, plump asses bouncing with every hard landing.

Not far from them, Ysara watched, her hands elegantly clasped behind her back, a posture that subtly pushed her lush chest forward.

Apparently, Mireya had been demoted to the rank of apprentice alongside Evelyn, and now the two were training under Ysara.

It wasn’t an arrangement Ethan disliked—quite the contrary.

The moment he stepped into the arena, Ysara noticed his presence.

Her golden eyes slid slowly from the two girls to Ethan, her lips—the same golden hue—curving into an elegant smile.

“Where’s Amelia? Don’t tell me you fucked her into a coma? Ah… such a naughty mother and son…” Ysara let out a soft chuckle, and Ethan answered with an amused laugh.

“She’s in the Golden Tower with Alice and the other mages, devouring every book she can get her hands on,” he replied casually, his eyes wandering over Evelyn and Mireya’s curves as they continued trading blows.

“Ah… classic mage behavior… it was hard to get Amelia out of the Royal Library once she got permission to enter. Luckily, she fell even more in love with the library in the Blue Tower, hehehe~”

“Well, I hope that’s enough to keep her by my side. There are over a million books in there. She’ll want to read every last one of them,” Ethan replied, moving closer to Ysara.

His hand went straight to her slender, delicate waist, fingers sliding possessively over the soft fabric of her dress. “All that’s left is to know what I need to do to keep you…”

“Hm… is that the price you want for giving me back my Mireya? For me to become your subordinate?”

“Hm… almost…” Ethan’s hands slid upward, gliding across her torso until they cupped Ysara’s huge tits from below, squeezing them tightly.

The supple weight overflowed his palms, warm flesh bulging between his fingers through the thin fabric.

Ysara let out a low moan, a subtle tremor running through her body.

Her golden eyes narrowed, and an amused laugh escaped her parted lips.

“You really are quite greedy, my young Lord… do you really want both Auntie and Mommy?”

“Do you think I’m asking for too much?”

“No…” Ysara shook her head slowly. Her voice, once light, suddenly took on weight. “You know… for a long time, I’ve wanted to perform the Golden Ascension ceremony.”

Ethan’s eyes flickered.

The Golden Ascension was practically taboo within the Vorhn family—a method used by the founder himself to pass on the bloodline.

That was why everyone had golden eyes, even the descendants who married into other families.

Throughout the history of the Vorhns, only seven ancestors had chosen this path, sacrificing body and soul in a painful ceremony to ensure the highest level of purity in the bloodline.

Ysara’s gaze drifted past him, settling on Mireya’s distant figure.

“Do you know why I haven’t done it yet? Because I held onto the hope of one day getting her back… I don’t fear death. For centuries, I’ve longed for it. But the hope of having Mireya by my side again kept me moving forward.”

“The last time I put off the decision to undergo the Golden Ascension, I set the date for about ten years from now. Officially, it was meant to be a demonstration of my loyalty to the kingdom and the family.”

The real reason, though, was that she couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world without Mireya.

She just wanted an honorable way to take her own life and don’t have to live this life anymore.

“If Mireya loves you, if you want a daughter and a mother in your bed as payment for returning her to me… then so be it.”

Ysara turned toward Ethan, her eyes finally meeting his.

His hands, which had gone still during her confession, reluctantly left her breasts, sliding down her narrow waist before settling on the sinfully curved line of her hips.

His fingers sank in, kneading the soft flesh hidden beneath the fabric, plush, warm and luxurious.

’She is truly a beautiful woman…’ Ethan thought to himself, admiring Ysara’s face up close.

Every curve was noble and graceful, youthful where it needed to be youthful, mature where it needed to be mature.

Her’s was a beauty the centuries had refined, not worn away.

“Why don’t we train a little? That sword at your waist is new, isn’t it? It probably can’t compare to the one you’re going to thrust into me, Mireya, and Amelia tonight, but it still looks to be of exceptional quality.” Ysara smiled, turning toward Evelyn and Mireya.

The two had already stopped training, both drenched in sweat and still catching their breath.

One’s purple skin and the other’s tan glistened under the sunlight.

Small beads of sweat trickled down their chins, tracing slow paths along the swell of their huge, firm breasts, slipping into the deep valley between them before disappearing beneath the fabric plastered to their bodies.

Both had heard every word, and their faces were, of course, flushed.

Their husband was the lewdest, most shamelessly perverted Lord in the entire world!

In the end, recalling their own failed attempts to win against Ysara in a spar, the two exchanged soft giggles and made their way to the edge of the arena, hips swaying lightly with each step.

They wanted to see this fight with their own eyes.

Ysara and Ethan separated, each taking their position.

The beauty stepped onto the stone platform, her small hands closing around the hilt of an enormous silver greatsword.

She raised the weapon with a provocative delicacy, the heavy hilt balanced on her fingertips as though it weighed nothing at all.

The slow motion coaxed a gentle sway from her chest, and her gaze swept appreciatively over Ethan’s blade as he drew it from its sheath in one fluid motion.

“It’s an incredible blade… what’s its name?”

“Godslayer,” Ethan replied casually. “It was the sword of this palace’s former owner.”

“Oh…” Ysara’s eyes sparkled with renewed interest.

She had initially intended to fight without using her aura, but now that she knew the sword’s name, she decided to imbue her own blade as well.

She was sure this was going to be quite entertaining.