In those clothes that made her look like a sensual modern office worker, with tits even bigger than Elena’s straining against the white fabric, Ophelia looked every bit the goddess of lust.

Ethan swirled the wine in his mouth, savoring the rich liquid for a moment before setting the glass back down on the table.

Then he leaned over Ophelia and tugged her white top down.

The fabric slid over her enormous pale orbs, catching on her stiff nipples for a brief second before finally giving way.

Those perfect, juicy tits sprang free with a heavy, weighty bounce, the soft flesh rolling outward in slow, fleshy waves before her tits crashed back into each other with a muffled, meaty slap.

Even without the support of the dress to hold them up, her tits kept their perfect shape: large, inflated, and round, yet without that plastic stiffness.

They were too full and plump for their size to seem real, yet they were a far cry from the silicone monstrosities Ethan remembered from his past life.

Natural breasts, with all the good things about natural breasts, but without any of the downsides of natural breasts that big.

Wasn’t that wonderful?

"E-Ethan!"

Ophelia had finally reached her limit, ready to unleash her mana and get the hell out of there, but she resisted.

The mission was important. She couldn’t throw it all away just because of her pride.

Besides, Ethan was a handsome man, the hottest she’d ever seen in her life... Maybe she could even turn him into a sex slave after her son was done with him.

Ethan smiled as he sensed Ophelia’s decision, bringing his face close to hers and opening his mouth slowly.

He took one of her puffy nipples between his lips.

The warm, swollen bud felt like a tender little pillow against his tongue, soft and pliant.

The heated skin of her huge pale breast pressed against his face as she grabbed his hair, pulling him closer, the heavy mound molding around his cheek like warm, sweet dough, smothering him in soft, fragrant flesh.

"Nghnn~~ darling... your mother is going to kill me, but I’ll let it slide just this once, okay?"

Those words only confirmed what Ethan already knew.

His mother was willing to train several powerful and sexy mages just to serve her own son, who wasn’t even born yet when she started accepting apprentices.

If Ophelia were his mother’s apprentice, she should already be ready to serve him.

Not that it mattered anymore.

She had already fallen into Ethan’s trap.

[Ophelia’s Loyalty increases by 5%!]

[Ophelia’s Favorability increases by 5 points!]

With that, Ophelia’s loyalty and favorability reached twenty-one points.

Ethan sucked hard on her puffy nipple, his mouth sealing around the pink areola while his tongue circled the soft, swollen tip in slow, hungry strokes.

The pebbled flesh stiffened further under his attention, the sensitive tip standing out like a ripe little cherry begging to be devoured.

He grabbed those enormous pale breasts with both hands, squeezing one against the other. The supple flesh bulged through the gaps between his fingers in plump, pillowy folds.

The inner curves of both mounds smashed together until they formed a single deep, creamy valley, the soft skin pressing so tightly against itself that the round globes began to flatten and spread.

Finally, he pulled his head back, but did not release the pressure on her nipple.

The full, round breast followed his lips, stretching to the limit of her silky skin’s elasticity, the pale flesh drawn into a soft, taut cone before...

Pop

With a wet pop, the nipple escaped his lips and the breast slapped back against Ophelia’s delicate torso, crashing into its twin in a heavy wave of flesh that rolled across both pale mounds.

The orbs wobbled for several long seconds, each ripple sending soft tremors through the creamy skin before they finally settled into stillness.

A thin, glistening trail of white liquid dripped from the soaked nipple, trickling slowly down the curve of the pale orb.

Ethan smiled, sliding a single finger toward the tight black leather skirt she wore.

His hand slipped underneath, fingers reaching her pussy lips; twin cushions of flesh, full and rounded, closed in a deep, wet seal.

Even the panties and pantyhose hugging her vulva tightly did nothing to keep Ethan away from her.

His finger sank into the soft flesh, and a wet, scalding heat swallowed him at once.

The juices already slathering her cunt soaked straight through the thin fabric of her panties, the sweltering, plush warmth of her pussy bleeding out around the edges of his finger, hugging it in a snug, grip.

Ophelia moaned with pleasure, her eyes rolling back for a moment before she forced a serious expression back onto her face.

As someone in her line of work, she dealt with many substances.

From poisons to aphrodisiacs, everything fell within her area of expertise.

For now, Ethan might seem like just a young man brimming with vitality and dying of desire for her, but...

Why was her body reacting so exaggeratedly?

She cast a substance detection spell on herself, certain the wine must contain some kind of aphrodisiac.

She found nothing. Her body was clean, though she was struggling to control her own mana.

At that moment, Ethan pressed his finger even harder against her plump, tight pussy.

[Ophelia’s Loyalty increases by 10%!]

[Ophelia’s Opinion increases by 10 points!]

"AGHNNN~~"

Ophelia’s lips parted in a gasping moan and she shuddered, sensing even more strangeness in her mind.

The initial disgust she had felt toward Ethan had already vanished completely.

But why?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

Ethan naturally sensed the changes in the spy’s heart and slowly withdrew his finger, grabbing her by the shoulders and shifting her into a new position.

A soft moan escaped the beauty’s lips as Ethan’s powerful hands forced her body to bend.

Her breasts pressed flat against the soft sofa, the heavy mounds squashing wide across the cushion in two thick pillows of pale flesh.

The inner curves bulged together into a deep cleavage forced upward by the pressure, the doughy sides spilling out from beneath her chest while her ass rose just above his lap.

Raised like that, her buttocks formed two perfectly shaped, obscene bubbles of flesh, large and plump enough to catch anyone’s eye, but not to the point of looking grotesque on her shapely body.

Ethan didn’t hesitate, grabbing the hem of her tight skirt and pulling it up, revealing her ass completely, covered only by the black pantyhose, the fabric stretching taut across the round, full mounds.

He smiled, raised his hand high, and brought it down.

His palm crashed into the voluptuous flesh with a sharp, ringing slap. The plump cheek flattened beneath the impact, the soft, pliable meat denting deep around his fingers through the thin pantyhose before springing back into its shapely form the moment his palm pulled away. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Each tremor rolled across one cheek and crashed into the other, the round globes wobbling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm before finally going still.

[Ophelia’s Loyalty increases by 10%!]

[Ophelia’s Opinion increases by 10 points!]

"Now... why don’t we start a very delicious interrogation, my future wife?"

Ethan smiled.

He had a skill made precisely for such things, and he wouldn’t waste it.