Chapter 343: Which one of the two?
For a moment, Ethan fell silent, lost in thought.
To abandon everything he had learned in the Darkwall Family...
Honestly, that thought had already crossed his mind.
He had already mastered the fourth form of the Golden Dragon Emperor’s fencing and was beginning to advance into the fifth.
Those forms were made for high-level experts, especially those at the fourth stage and above, though the fourth form was still extremely effective at the third stage.
Despite that, he had never truly abandoned what he had learned at Darkwall over more than ten years.
He’d adapted a thing or two, but the lessons of his old teachers remained, ingrained in his every movement.
Now that he stopped to think about it, none of them even had the potential to go beyond the third stage.
They were great warriors, specialists who’d seen many wars, but they’d never reached the level of true elites.
They could cut down trees with their strongest strikes... but how did that compare to Amelia, for example, who could wipe a small town off the map with a single spell?
If Ysara put everything she had into a single strike, she could easily split a small hill in half.
And at the seventh stage? A single sword strike could split a mountain.
It made no sense to keep clinging to those techniques just because his masters had taught them. He had no intention of limiting himself to the third stage.
Ethan’s eyes gleamed as he activated the fourth form of the Golden Dragon Emperor’s Swordplay.
Surprise flashed across Ysara’s face when he suddenly shot to his feet in a burst of movement, the floor crackling beneath him.
A golden dragon snaked along the blade as he slashed upward, the sword whistling through the air at an odd angle.
She frowned, confused...
Where was he aiming?
The blow hadn’t even come close to her.
The next moment, she realized. A deep blush spread across her cheeks.
A thin tear appeared in her dress, right where the tight fabric strained against those large, heavy tits.
For an instant, nothing happened.
Then the fabric gave way all at once.
Her huge breasts sprang out with a heavy bounce, dropping under their own weight before surging back up in their perfectly round, plump shape, like large melons.
Pale flesh settled into a slow sway from side to side and a lingering wobble. Her pink nipples stiffened as they met the cold air.
Ethan thrust his sword into the ground and, taking advantage of Ysara’s shock, appeared behind her in the blink of an eye.
His hands wrapped around her delicate waist and slid upward, one to each breast.
He gripped them firmly, feeling that vast softness engulf his fingers.
The warm flesh molded to his grip, overflowing between his knuckles with the squeeze, silky and heavy, far too much to ever even como close to fit in his hands.
He felt as if they could swallow his hands whole, and given their size, they certainly could.
With the tips of his thumbs and index fingers, he caught her pink, puffy nipples, pinching and rolling them slowly.
Ysara’s breath hitched, her back arching on instinct, pressing even more of that softness into his palms.
"Ah... looks like I won," Ethan said with a chuckle, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Nghnn~~ h-hey... you cheated!" Ysara moaned, her voice as annoyed as it was amused.
"No... I used my knowledge to work around my limitations," Ethan teased, releasing her breasts for a moment and giving a gentle, almost weightless pat to the side of one enormous pale mound.
The heavy globes rolled into each other, the left tit grazing the right, both wobbling obscenely for a long second before settling back into place.
He turned his face toward Mireya and Evelyn, who were watching him as if he were already a lost cause.
"Truly hopeless..." Mireya shook her head.
"Boob maniac..." Evelyn nodded in agreement.
"What are you looking at, girls? Didn’t you hear what he said earlier? Now I’m his woman." Ysara glanced at Mireya with a soft chuckle, making no effort whatsoever to cover herself.
"This is the price your dear mommy had to pay for your life... Aren’t you devastated?"
"You say that as if you’re not enjoying it..." Mireya crossed her arms beneath her large purple breasts, the gesture squeezing the ample flesh upward without her realizing it.
"What kind of honey does that bastard have on his dick? Not even Arwen could resist." Her cheeks flushed as she looked away.
"Hmm... I wonder about that, too." Ysara’s eyes narrowed, and she turned in Ethan’s arms—her bare breasts dragging softly across his chest, squeezing against the firm muscle.
She pressed her lips against his for a moment.
"There seems to be honey here, too," she said, breaking the brief kiss. "And..."
She grabbed Ethan’s right hand, bringing it to her golden lips.
Her tongue slipped out, hot and wet, gliding along his index finger in one slow lick.
Then her lips closed around two fingers, cheeks hollowing as she sucked unhurriedly. When she finally pulled back, her mouth was still connected to them by thin, glistening threads of saliva.
"Hm... There’s also honey here!... Ah... looks like I’m going to have to suck a lot to drain it all out of you, my ’hubby,’ fufufu~" Ysara teased, her voice melting with provocation.
"Come here, Mireya." She grabbed the huge bulge in Ethan’s pants, squeezing it slowly, gauging its size with her palm. "Come help mommy with your daddy’s monster cock!"
"M-Mom!" Mireya let out a high-pitched squeal, her purple cheeks turning a fiery shade of pink.
Her mother hadn’t been that naughty in the past. Was that what more than five hundred years without a man could do to a woman? Or had she just read too many obscene novels?
A bunch of lewd novels with almost zero real human interaction for hundreds of years was a very dangerous thing...
Ethan watched the scene for a moment, then let a laugh escape his lips...
That woman, really...
Not that he was unhappy about it—quite the opposite.
He could now officially define Ysara his wife. All that was left was Amelia.
The problem was... how to get his mother to accept becoming his woman?
Fucking her until she accepted him was a valid strategy, but it might take a while.
’Well... I have all the time in the world.’ Ethan sighed, bringing his hand down in a firm slap on Ysara’s ass.
The sharp smack echoed across the training ground. His palm sank into one plump buttock, the soft meat flattening around his fingers before springing back into shape, a short, delicious tremor rippling down the curve until it died away at the top of her thigh.
Ysara let out a yelp that melted into a giggle.
"Let’s train a little more. Soon we’ll have a great war on our hands, and I want you to sharpen my blade." Ethan said.
"Oh... sharpen your sword? Which one of the two?" Ysara joked.
"Both of them," Ethan replied with a seriousness that made her burst out laughing.