Chapter 365: Faelith (01)
Faelith considered herself a relatively conservative woman. Still, she understood that dealing with someone as young and full of vitality as Ethan called for a slightly more revealing neckline.
Men his age were far too weak to resist that sort of thing, and she knew it all too well.
But... this was just too much!
Faelith turned in front of the mirror, glancing over her shoulder at the delicate curve of her back and the buttocks half-exposed by the scandalously short skirt.
The fabric barely covered half of them, leaving pale, full half-moons on display that swayed lazily with each turn of her hips—that plump softness silently protesting against the tight cloth that tried, without much success, to keep her hidden.
She blushed, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Even the prostitutes, common in human cities, don’t dress like this... What was that woman thinking?" Faelith sighed, bringing a hand to the lower curve of her pale breasts, exposed to the cold air of the room.
Her fingers slowly sank into the soft skin, and she felt the warm weight of that fullness settle against her palm. The generous curve spilled between her fingers, far too much for any hand to contain, the tender flesh molding around each digit.
Even the pink edges of her areolas peeked out; the fabric barely reached far enough to cover them completely, threatening to slip aside with any deeper breath.
No...
Faelith shook her head, her long blonde hair sliding across her bare shoulders.
She’d seen human prostitutes on the streets of Fallenwinter before.
They dressed to show off their cleavage, perhaps a bit of leg, but none of them walked around wearing so little...
She was dressed worse than one of those vulgar women.
Faelith gripped the hem of her skirt, ready to tear it off in one motion, when a loud knock echoed through the small mansion where she was staying.
She froze instantly.
It was Ethan.
Her fingers trembled against the fabric.
After a long moment of hesitation, she finally moved, leaving the bathroom and hurrying toward the living room.
With every hurried step, her heavy breasts bounced within the tight fabric, rising and falling in soft undulations that threatened to spill them free at any moment.
The cool air of the house kissed the bare curves of her buttocks, sending fresh shivers racing across her skin, reminding her with every stride just how little she was actually wearing.
Without giving herself another moment to hesitate, she opened the door, revealing Ethan’s handsome, imposing figure on the other side.
For a moment, he simply froze.
His eyes swept slowly across Faelith’s figure, tracing the overflowing cleavage, the slender curve of her waist, and the bare thighs that her far-too-short skirt left exposed.
Then a crooked smile spread across his lips, and he let out a soft chuckle.
"Did Ophelia come here yesterday and recommend this to you?" he asked, his tone both curious and amused.
Well, it could only be Ophelia.
Elena wasn’t very familiar with such modern clothing designs, and neither were the other wives. Only Ophelia would have the nerve—and the creativity—to put something like this together.
"Y-yes..." Faelith lowered her head, a long, defeated sigh escaping her lips. "I don’t think it’s appropriate... is it?"
"It depends."
The answer caught Faelith completely off guard, her eyes widening slightly. "What do you...?"
"If you dress like this just for my eyes, I think it would be quite appropriate." Ethan took a step forward, his hands sliding around her slender waist to rest against the small of her back. "Otherwise, no."
The next moment, without a trace of shame on his face, he let his hands drop.
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Two loud smacks echoed through the room.
Ethan’s palms landed firmly, one on each of her full, perfect buttocks.
The plump flesh caved inward beneath the twin impacts before rebounding in slow, heavy waves, ripples spreading outward across the pale, silken curves.
Before the tremors could fully settle, his fingers closed and sank deep into that soft warmth, pressing until small dimples bloomed around each fingertip.
Those tender curves molded around his hands with indecent ease, as if her flesh had been sculpted for the sole purpose of fitting into his grip.
"L-Lord Ethan, what are you—? Nnghnnn~~" A sweet moan slipped past her lips before she could swallow it, her knees wobbling for a moment beneath the sudden mix of shock and shame.
At the same time, Ethan pulled her firmly against him.
Her full breasts crushed against his firm chest, flattening beneath the pressure, the pale softness spilling further from beneath her neckline as the underboob was pushed downward, as if begging for attention.
Faelith shuddered from head to toe, her mature elven features flushed with a deep blush that trickled down her neck and faded into the cleavage of her breasts.
"Ah... Ophelia is a smart woman, and she loves her husband dearly. I hope you can forgive her," Ethan said, his tone half-serious, half-playful, as he stepped past her and dropped onto the sofa as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He gave the cushion next to him two light taps, beckoning her to sit beside him.
"You are... really..." Faelith shook her head, then steadied the tremor in her voice.
"Lord Ethan... if you weren’t so handsome, your life wouldn’t last long, you know?"
Ethan simply nodded.
Being attractive was a great superpower—rarely acknowledged, yet absurdly powerful.
In Estria, this was even more valuable, since Ethan possessed charm stats that went beyond physical beauty, directly affecting the way people around him perceived him to an almost absurd degree.
This was especially true because, with the system’s help, Ethan could freely increase his charm stats, whereas for others this was only possible through artifacts or specific body-reconstruction techniques.
Currently, Ethan had 1,300 charm—a number that didn’t seem all that impressive... until compared to that of other handsome men.
Likely, a man with 100 or 120 charm would already easily be the most handsome in the entire Kingdom of Burning Ice. A man with 200 would be the most handsome in the entire world.
Ethan possessed such an absurdly higher amount of charm that it was simply unfair to compare him to other men.
That, combined with his title of "Elven Pussy Eater," made him utterly irresistible to Faelith.