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

Chapter 319: Amelia

[NT: Yes, I know we need a little more variety, but Amelia isn’t just a mommy—she’s THE MOMMY; she has to be the biggest. After her, I’ll create some girls with less exaggerated bodies. Ysara will get her art tomorrow]

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Life in Goldenveil was buzzing with excitement.

The few players present in the city had already completed the mission Ethan had assigned them without much difficulty.

Shortly thereafter, they received a new task in exchange for the Lord’s support: to entertain the public.

There was, of course, a huge difference between sending Goldenveil’s soldiers into the Arena—men whom Ethan would never allow to die—and putting the players there, who could die and respawn at will.

They could die without worry. Since Ethan had already recognized them, all they had to do was respawn at Goldenveil Cathedral—even though the location hadn’t yet been officially opened to players.

Players were a much better source of entertainment.

Ethan offered a total of ten thousand gold coins, more than enough to compensate for the twenty-four hours of punishment they faced after each death.

And so, while the Arena was being prepared and the guards kept a watchful eye on the walls, the people of Goldenveil gradually began to decorate every corner of the city. Colorful ribbons in the windows, lanterns hanging from the eaves.

No one knew for sure the reason for the festivities, since the Lord had not yet made any announcement, but that hardly mattered. They were happy all the same.

While the inhabitants prepared, a few kilometers away, a group of more than twenty carriages pulled by powerful magical bulls advanced toward the city.

Normally, such heavy carriages would face a veritable hell trying to make their way through the Eternal Forest.

These, however, moved with ease.

The ground before them reshaped itself as if alive, opening a path for them to pass through before closing again right behind them, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Mud, trees, hills... nothing could withstand the passage of that procession.

In the main carriage—enormous and enveloped in absolute luxury—traveled ten women.

Each of them possessed great beauty. Six were voluptuous MILFs, with tits capable of toppling entire nations, while the other four were younger and equally stunning versions of their beautiful mothers.

"Are you afraid that my Ethan might treat you badly, Miss Lenia?" Amelia asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the beautiful black-haired woman at her side—the only one in that carriage whose beauty was surpassed only by her own and Ysara’s.

Her full, red lips curved into a soft, provocative smile.

"N-not at all, Miss Amelia... I’m just worried that..." the beautiful MILF stammered, looking away, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap.

"That he’ll try to fuck you and your daughter?" Amelia finished the sentence for her, without any ceremony.

Lenia was seated to her right. To her left sat an old friend—Ysara, with white hair and golden eyes, Mireya’s mother.

Amelia’s hands reached out with grace, gliding down the smooth line of Lenia’s delicate back before circling her body and closing around her enormous breasts.

Long, elegant fingers sank into the sides of those twin mountains of soft flesh, the warm skin slipping between her digits as she felt the weight and sinful softness of each one.

The plush globes swelled and molded around her grip, as though eager to be held.

Lenia shuddered violently, a muffled moan escaping her lips. She bit her lower lip, her face flushing with embarrassment.

"Ethan would like that; my son is a little naughty, I’ll admit..." Amelia released Lenia’s huge tits and gave one of them a light pat.

The flesh rippled softly beneath the tap, a slow wave traveling across the swell of the breast before it gently settled back into place.

"But he’s not like that filthy husband of yours. My Ethan won’t fuck you unless you deserve it and truly accept him."

Lenia didn’t reply. Her shoulders trembled as she hugged her own breasts tightly, her cheeks so flushed they looked as if they were about to catch fire.

All the other women in the carriage displayed an identical reaction.

Some nervously covered their own breasts, others looked away in embarrassment, and one or two even clamped their thighs tightly together, their faces flushed.

They recognized Ethan as the most handsome man they had ever seen in their entire lives. And his cock, of that they were certain, was enormous—each of them had already caught a discreet glimpse of the thick bulge outlined inside his pants in the past.

They recognized him as hot enough to drive any woman wild, but that mattered little.

They were, after all, the proud wives and daughters of a powerful count, living in mansions of absolute luxury.

How could they accept being reduced to mere servants?

Worse still: they were almost certain that Ethan was living in some isolated, dilapidated shack.

Perhaps, at that very moment, he was already in prison, with all his gold confiscated by the local lord.

How could that worthless piece of trash have achieved anything better than that?

"Don’t be too cruel, my friend—they’ll get used to it," Ysara chuckled softly, snuggling up against Amelia.

Her pale, generous breasts pressed against her friend’s side, flattening into an obscene curve as her hands glided over the long stretches of fair, silky skin exposed by Amelia’s deep cleavage, her fingers sinking lightly into every inch of those voluptuous, massive tits.

They were the largest Ysara had ever seen in her entire life—at least twice the size of her own, perhaps even larger.

"Uh... Miss Amelia. You should see this..." a voice echoed from the front of the carriage.

It was one of the hundred mages under Amelia’s command, her eyes wide with sheer astonishment.

Amelia furrowed her brow, confused by the request at first, but soon sensed the magical density of whatever lay before her carriage.

It was greater than the magical density of the capital of the Kingdom of the Burning Ice... no...

It was greater than the magical density inside the Blue Tower!

Ysara was the first to step out of the carriage, followed closely by Amelia.