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

Chapter 321: Supreme Milk Jugs

[NT: Just one Chapter for both novels today because, well, my dad was in a car accident. More details on my Discord, for anyone who’s interested. The CDG Chapter will be available in 2 hours]

Amelia walked alongside Doran in silence, her eyes wandering over the city around them. It was... strange and beautiful at the same time.

The houses followed a cohesive architectural style, their sizes carefully standardized, yet each displayed unique shapes and a level of luxurious refinement that seemed excessive for something meant to house commoners.

The walls were carved from immaculate white marble, the windows meticulously glazed, and every residence boasted a lush, well-tended garden adorned with intricate magical arrays.

These were houses fit for nobility, not peasants.

And yet, there they were: humans, elves, and dwarves, living side by side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

At the market in Goldenveil’s central square, they traded together; at the Blue Sea Tavern, they drank together; and at the blacksmith’s shop they passed by, they worked together.

The soldiers she passed on the streets—a mix of humans and elves—wore standardized armor with ranks emblazoned on their chests.

Not only was the design extremely intricate, but the materials were clearly of the highest quality as well.

"Are you sure all of this was built in just over a year?" Amelia asked, a look of pure disbelief etched on her face.

"Yes, Your Grace. When Lord Ethan arrived here, the Darkwall settlement had only sixty-six inhabitants. Our lord slew the Golden Lord who was supposed to become our leader, took his place, and renamed the village Goldenveil." Doran kept a steady pace as they crossed the city’s outer district.

"Since then, he has been performing one miracle after another."

When they finally crossed into the noble quarter, Amelia and Ysara, walking side by side, were at last able to take in the true extent of the buildings whose, from outside the wall, only their tallest towers had been visible.

There stood the Golden Tower and the palace of the fallen God-Emperor. Beside it rose two other structures so imposing that they could scarcely believe their eyes: a dwarven divine forge and an elven cathedral that, though not as colossal as the palace, was still gigantic.

"This is absurd..." Ysara whispered, feeling the magical density in the air grow thicker with every step toward the palace.

At last, they arrived at the gates, where several guards greeted them—elves and humans alike—wearing two distinct types of armor. They were Knights of the Golden Rose Guard and Paladins of the Order of the Silver Wings.

"This is Amelia Goldenveil, our Lord’s mother. Escort her to him," Doran ordered.

Well, he had no real authority to give orders to either group of women. Only Ethan and his women held command over those two orders.

Still, the moment they heard that name, every pair of eyes lit up, and none of them dared to question it.

Naturally, the same guard who had come to alert Doran of the visitors’ arrival had also gone to notify Ethan.

At that moment, Ethan was down in the spirit crystal mines beneath the palace, but the instant he heard of his mother’s presence, he hurried out of the palace.

Even though she wasn’t his real mother, even though in order to become the owner of this body, he had to kill—albeit unintentionally—its original owner, her real son, he was still eager to see her.

After rushing through several corridors, he reached the front courtyard of his mansion. There, at the top of the grand staircase, he laid eyes on the woman he had longed to see again for so long.

She had golden hair, like Alice’s, gently waving over delicate shoulders and falling to her lower back.

Her skin had ivory tones as pure as jade, and her blue eyes, now fixed on him, held an intense love.

Her breasts overflowed from a deep neckline, even larger than Arwen’s— the most voluptuous he’s ever seen.

The skin of her tits, slightly glistening with sweat from the heat of Goldenveil’s summer, took on an appearance similar to melted white chocolate: wet, sweet, and creamy.

The moment she saw Ethan standing there at the top of the staircase, Amelia froze.

"Hi, Mom... how have things been?" Ethan flashed a soft smile, watching her beautiful blue eyes—a deeper shade than Alice’s—fill with tears.

She took a step forward, then another, before breaking into a run. Her massive breasts bounced heavily with every stride, the pale, creamy flesh lurching upward and slamming back down against her chest, the strained fabric of her dress fighting to contain the wild, rippling motion.

In a single second, she reached Ethan, throwing herself at him with a leap.

"My baby... I’ve missed you so much!" Amelia cried out, her voice trembling with happiness and relief.

Ethan could do nothing but raise his hands to catch her in midair, the momentum of her leap thrusting her lush body forcefully against him.

Before he could even process what was happening, his face was already engulfed by that pair of giant milk jugs that crashed against him, molding themselves to every contour of his face in a smothering embrace of soft, sweet-scented flesh.

He felt the moisture of that creamy, fair skin, the heat of her voluptuous flesh enveloping his face like a living, endless cushion.

Her breasts were firm and full enough that gravity barely affected them, yet so supple at the same time that they seemed unreal, as if he were sinking into dense, fragrant clouds.

The giant globes completely covered his face, the lower curves of each one resting heavily against his shoulders.

At the same time, he moved his hands, first to Amelia’s delicate waist and then sliding downward, reaching her thighs as her long, shapely legs closed around his hips.

His fingers sank into the generous mound of plump flesh over the top of her white thigh-high stockings, the tight elastic biting into her supple curves and leaving deep marks pressed into her smooth, silky skin.

He squeezed gently, feeling that incomparable texture give beneath his touch, each finger burrowing into that soft, doughy padding as if her thigh itself were inviting him to sink even deeper.

He sighed against against the suffocating embrace of those huge breasts.

Amelia didn’t mind.

She wrapped her delicate arms around her own tits, pressing them tightly against Ethan’s face. Her forearms sank into the vast, pale flesh, squeezing the two colossal mounds together and pushing that abundant, milky warmth even tighter against Ethan.

"Oh... my love..." Amelia gently pushed against Ethan’s shoulders, finally letting him breathe. Her breasts continued to press against his upper chest, their soft, pale peaks resting just below his chin.

Feeling the warm weight and pressure of those colossal globes against his muscles, Ethan sighed.

God... how he loved those enormous breasts!

Of course, with a Y-cup and a 139 cm bust, Amelia stood at the absolute limit of what he would find attractive in a woman. In this entire world, probably only the Goddess of Life could compare to her.

A mom with the one-of-a-kind, incomparable Supreme Milk Jugs... Wasn’t he lucky?

[I knew you’d accept the truth quickly, host... I’m already preparing the perfect mission for you!]

Ethan barely had time to respond, for his mother was already on top of him again, showering him with kisses, her carmine-red lipstick leaving fiery marks on the pale skin of her son’s cheeks.

"Ah... I was so worried when I saw what that pig—who doesn’t even deserve to be called your father—did." Amelia finally calmed down, her delicate feet returning to the floor, her voluptuous body—just a little shorter than his—settling against his as she struggled to hold back her tears.

"It’s all right, Mom... actually, he even helped me out a little, hahaha." Ethan let out a soft chuckle, his hands resting on Amelia’s slender waist.

"What do you think?" he asked, gazing at the horizon.

"I think you have a lot to explain to me, you naughty little boy... your mommy was so worried, and here you are, living in such luxury... ah..." Amelia shook her head, leaning over him once more and planting a lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Come, meet Ysara. You spent the first two years of your life with her," Amelia said, stepping aside so Ethan could see the woman behind her.

She had snow-white hair, fair skin with a healthy glow, and breasts much smaller than Amelia’s, though not smaller than those of her daughter, Mireya.

Ysara’s deep, golden eyes locked onto Ethan’s, while her lips—also golden—curved into a sweet smile as she approached.

"Your Grace... it’s a pleasure to have you here at Goldenveil," Ethan said, observing Ysara’s voluptuous figure—her thighs covered in black fishnet stockings, her equally dark dress falling between her legs and hugging the curve of her buttocks.

He had met the woman on other occasions, but at that time he had just taken on the body of Amelia’s original son, and his residual memories were still not very clear.

"Hello, Ethan." Ysara approached him, resting her hands on his shoulders and rising onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek as well, leaving a golden mark among the red ones already left by Amelia.

Her breasts pressed softly against his chest, warm and pillowy through the thin fabric of her dress.

"You don’t even remember me anymore, do you? You know, I had to start producing milk again for you... you were so in love with my milk that Amelia had a really hard taking you to the Darkwall family, fufufu~ Fortunately, you loved her milk even more."

[Ysara’s art is already on the characters tab—check it out and vote for your favorite girl!

There’s also a bunch of NSFW art of all the girls on my Discord!

The art available here is heavily censored! You can access the uncensored, uncropped version on my Discord: https://discord.gg/ZMhMj7Daw

The image of the Divine forge is also already in the comments for this Chapter and on my Discord.]