Just as Ethan reached that conclusion, a system notification flickered to life before his eyes.

[Congratulations, you have received a new quest! "An Enemy’s Mother Is the Perfect Wife"]

[Quest: An Enemy’s Mother Is the Perfect Wife.

Description: Ophelia Vaelor, mother of Alistair Vaelor, is a retired spy and assassin who has decided to embark on one final espionage mission to help her son.

Before she can pass on any important information to Alistair, win her heart and make her a slave to your cock!

Time limit: 7 days.

Rewards: +10x Premium Gacha Tickets, +200% XP, +1x Random Aura Skill Book (Rank A), +1x Random Shadow Magic Artifact (Rank B)]

For anyone else, a mission with such a tight time limit would be practically impossible. But for Ethan?

He possessed the touch of the god of love.

That quest was perfect for him.

"How was your trip, Aunt Ophelia?" Ethan asked with an affectionate smile. "Is Mom doing well? It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to her..."

His hand, cradling her breast from below, squeezed that ample flesh a little harder.

His fingers sank deeper into the warm, pillowy softness, the swollen mound bulging obscenely around his knuckles as the heat of her tit bled straight through the fabric of her top.

"Ahh~ I-it was smooth, dear," Ophelia replied with a stifled moan, biting down on her lower lip. "Your mother is doing great, about to advance to the fifth stage."

Her eyes swept across the mansion whose gates they had already passed through, the dense snow swirling from the blizzard doing little to obscure the beauty and luxury of the place.

Honestly, comparing this to the mansion where she lived with her son was like comparing an old shack to an imperial palace.

She wasn’t a superficial woman, but who in their right mind wouldn’t want to live surrounded by such opulence?

That bastard must really possess some kind of instant construction skill!

Fortunately, her son had a unique ability that allowed him to steal skills from other Golden Lords. Soon, all of this would belong to them.

Ophelia hid the cruel smile threatening to form on her lips as she stepped into the mansion’s silent main hall.

Ethan’s other wives were meditating in their chambers, leaving only the two of them awake in that vast place.

"Let’s go to my office, Aunt Ophelia. I have some excellent wine for us to taste while we talk," Ethan said with a sweet smile, seeming too lovestruck to notice anything.

That apparent naivety brought a flicker of satisfaction to Ophelia’s face.

She adjusted her glasses with a delicate finger and flashed a seductive smile as she walked beside him, the sharp click of her high heels echoing against the polished marble.

Upon reaching the office, Ethan finally released her breast, the heavy mound bouncing free with a slow, weighty wobble that rippled all the way down to its base before settling against her lean torso.

He crossed to a small shelf to fetch the glasses, then retrieved an item from his inventory: green fairy wine. He still had ten bottles left, so he could indulge in spending one with Ophelia.

Placing the glasses on the oak table, he poured the emerald liquid, watching the beauty’s eyes widen for a brief moment.

When she had made contact with her subordinates in the Kingdom of Burning Ice, she had requested a detailed report on everything that mattered most over the past few months.

The green fairy wine had been among the topics in that report, a drink driving the nobility of the Kingdom of Burning Ice mad...

So Ethan was the source of this legendary wine?

As a staunch lover of exotic drinks, Ophelia could barely contain the saliva pooling in her mouth as the emerald liquid flowed gracefully into her glass.

"So this is where this famous wine came from, fufufu~"

Ophelia leaned forward slightly, her cleavage deepening into a plunging valley as she picked up one of the glasses.

The upper swells of those massive tits squeezed together into a soft, creamy seam, the pale skin dimpling where the two mounds kissed and threatening to spill free of the white fabric straining to contain them.

"Your mother will be proud when she finish her advance."

She brought the glass to her red-painted lips, letting the wine slide over her tongue, a veritable orgasm of flavors overwhelming her mouth.

A slight shiver ran through her body, and her cheeks flushed intensely.

"It truly is a wonderful wine, worthy of its price!" Ophelia exclaimed.

Ethan sat down on the sofa beside her, holding the glass in his left hand.

"Aunt Ophelia is here to protect me, right? Don’t worry, when it’s time to leave, I’ll send a few bottles with you as payment," he said, raising his right hand and casually running it across her delicate shoulders before letting it fall.

His palm landed flush on the exposed tops of those enormous tits, fingers closing over soft, incomparably plush flesh, the huge mounds spilling around his digits like warm cream.

"Nghnn~~ H-honey...," Ophelia moaned softly.

The moment she raised her hand to stop him, his fingers plunged deeper still.

His hand slid beneath the neckline of her white top, slipping past the strained fabric until her stiff pink nipples sat perfectly centered beneath his palm.

He flexed his fingers, trying in vain to encapsulate all that voluptuousness as her tits overflowed his grip with an obscene excess, the soft mounds bulging out from between every gap in his fingers like dough kneaded by greedy hands.

The sheer volume of tit-meat was impossible to contain in a single palm.

Each time he adjusted his grip, more of that pliant, heated flesh squeezed through, reshaping itself against his knuckles, the velvety skin pressing against him as if it was the softest thing he’d ever touched.

Ophelia’s breath hitched.

Her thighs, sheathed in a black pantyhose that climbed all the way up to her hips, pressed firmly together. Between her legs, an intense wetness was forming, soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.

[Intense repressed sexual desire detected in Ophelia! Critical hit generated!]

[Ophelia’s loyalty increased by +5]

[Ophelia’s opinion has increased by +5]

Ethan’s lips curved into an even more satisfied smile, and without hesitation he squeezed harder still, stopping only when he sensed he was about to make her feel pain.

The flesh ballooned around his fingers, the trapped meat throbbing against his palm before snapping back the moment he eased off, sending another delicious wobble rolling through the entire mound.

Her loyalty and opinion had originally sat at ten apiece, but both stats had already jumped to sixteen.

He was curious to find out how long it would take before she forgot about her own son and started begging for his cock under the touch of the god of love.

Apparently, he would find out right now.

His first job as a powerful spies’ plump pussies tamer was just beginning!