[NT: Yes, just one Chapter today. But don’t worry, I’ll make up for it all on the 22nd, when I’ll release a mass update of ten Chapters.]

Honestly, if Ethan didn’t possess the touch of the god of love, figuring out that Ophelia was lying would have been extremely difficult.

Specially since he hadn’t been in contact with his mother for several years.

To make matters worse, Goldenveil had no counterintelligence capabilities whatsoever, and he himself hadn’t managed to get a single agent into Whitefall.

Ophelia had gotten so close so easily by exploiting that very weakness.

Without his perfect skill for discovering hostile women, he’d certainly be in trouble.

The thought made him uncomfortable. Fortunately, that discomfort wouldn’t last long, since a busty spy queen had just fallen right into his lap.

The instant she heard Ethan’s words about an "interrogation," Ophelia’s eyes went wide with panic.

He had discovered her!

She tried to concentrate, to move her mana, but his right hand came down on her ass again, interrupting every thought with a sharp, stinging jolt.

His open palm sank deep into those perfect pale orbs, fingers immediately curling and digging into the pillowy flesh with greed. The plump cheeks spilled between his digits, soft and warm, molding to every curve of his hand like dough.

He squeezed hard, watching the pale skin, covered by a black pantyhose, swell up and around his fingers in obscene bulges, then released before bringing down another sharp slap.

The crack echoed through the room.

A vivid pink handprint bloomed across her pale skin, the struck cheek flattening under the blow before springing back with a ripple that traveled through the entire plush globe, quivering for a full second after impact.

"Nghnn~~ f-fuck~!" Ophelia cursed through a moan, arching her back, her ass instinctively pushing up into his hand. "Who the hell are you? You nghnn~~ perverted scoundrel!"

Lying like this on an enemy’s lap was worse than death for a woman like her!

[Ophelia’s loyalty has increased by 5%!]

[Ophelia’s favor has increased by 5 points!]

"Don’t you think I’m the one who should be asking that question?"

Ethan’s lips curved into a smile as he slid his right hand down, fingers tracing the protruding curve where her buttocks met her luscious thighs.

Her shapely legs were slightly parted, revealing the puffy mound formed by the plump lips of her pussy, already completely soaked in love juices.

The wet patch darkened the thin fabric of her pantyhose, the outline of her swollen folds clearly visible under its tight embrace.

Ethan pressed a finger against her soft, wet vulva, and her whole body shuddered.

His finger sank slightly into those plump, silky folds, the soaked pantyhose stretching around his touch, clinging to every contour of her slit as another trembling moan spilled from her throat.

Touching her cunt was much like dipping a finger into warm pudding.

"Did Alistair send you? He must be crazy to hand his own mother over on a silver platter to become the wife of another man," Ethan said, maintaining the pressure and taking full advantage of the fact that the touch of the god of love destroyed mana and aura control.

"Ah..."

Ophelia bit her lower lip and prepared to burst the poison capsule between her teeth.

In that instant, two fingers from Ethan’s free hand plunged between her lips, snatched the capsule from her mouth, and flicked it to the floor.

The small pill bounced twice before rolling under his desk.

Ophelia clenched her teeth. "Ugh... brat... do you think just because you’re hot, I’m going to give myself to you?"

"No..."

Ethan pushed the finger on her pussy in a little harder, the soaked fabric stretching until it nearly split, pressing deeper between those puffy lips.

Another trembling moan escaped her, her thighs clenching together on reflex.

Her opinion and loyalty had already surpassed sixty percent, yet she still hadn’t broken.

That didn’t make Ethan unhappy. Quite the opposite.

The God of Love’s Touch skill stopped working on Mireya around that same level of loyalty and opinion, which might seem like a good thing in theory. In practice, not so much.

The harder it was to win a woman over with this skill, the longer it remained active.

If a hundred points of each were needed to make her submit, the ability would stay active until those hundred points were reached.

"I’m pretty confident I could take you, even if I weren’t all that handsome." Ethan smiled as his finger found her clitoris.

He moved slowly, feeling the softness of her plump pussy lips hugging his finger on both sides, the warm wetness leaking from inside and soaking clean through the fabric.

The pantyhose seemed about to tear under the pressure, the strained material grinding against her sensitive pink interior with every movement, the threads creaking at their limit.

"Now, tell me, why did your son send you? He must be pretty desperate, huh?"

"Aghnn~ I’m gonna ghnn~~ fuck... die before I say anything about my son!" Ophelia replied through clenched teeth and gasping moans, her body trembling in his grip.

Did that bastard have honey on his hands?

She shouldn’t be feeling this much pleasure. Not at all!

"You won’t die." Ethan chuckled, ripping off his own shirt as he watched her loyalty and opinion rise to eighty points.

How far would she go before giving in?

Grabbing the spy’s wide hips, he lifted her with ease before letting her drop back onto his lap.

Her shapely, full, juicy ass landed against his pelvis with a meaty clap, the plush cheeks flattening wide under her own weight, each cheek bulging to either side of his thighs, soft and heavy, settling like two thick cushions on his labs.

At the same time, a huge pair of pale tits crushed against his bare chest. The heavy mounds compressed between their pressed bodies, her silky skin sliding warm against his muscles as the sheer volume of those huge boobs seemed to have nowhere to go.

Ethan looked directly into the face of that perfect milf, admiring her breathless expression, her lips glistening with saliva and her cheeks flushed a crimson shade of embarrassment and pleasure.

"Ah... you bastard... nghnn~~ just kill me already! Your torture won’t work on me!"

Ophelia growled the words, legs spread wide, the thick bulge between Ethan’s legs pressing directly against her pussy.

The bulge throbbed, and her eyes went wide as she clenched her teeth. She could feel the size of it pulsing against her, hot even through the layers between them.

Wasn’t the world unfair?

If it was going to make a man this handsome, it should at least have given him a small dick!

Not that she, with such big tits, such a thin waist, and such a perfect ass, could complain about being blessed.

Ophelia pressed her hands against Ethan’s shoulders, pushing him back and forcing her torso away from his.

The position of her arms made her biceps sink into the voluptuous flesh of her breasts, the soft, heavy mounds squishing outward where her own limbs pressed in.

Plump curves bulged obscenely on either side of her arms, the pale skin dimpling under the pressure, each breast deforming around the squeeze like overfilled pillows.

Ethan did nothing.

His hands remained firmly on her perfect waist while his eyes roamed over that beautiful, sensual milf.

Slowly, his hands climbed up to her tits, squeezing the enormous orbs together.

The pressure made them seem even larger, the soft, pillowy flesh spilling between his fingers as his palms sank in,her nipples stiffening against his palms.

Her favor opion loyalty had reached ninety.

[Ophelia’s favor increased by 5 points!]

[Ophelia’s Loyalty increased by 5%!]

He felt it clearly when her hips began to roll on his lap, grinding and sliding against his cock, seeking more and more contact.

"Mhnn~~ that’s a skill, isn’t it? I refuse to believe my mind is that weak."

"Yes, it’s a skill," Ethan smiled, teasing her stiff nipples with his fingertips.

He released her breasts and his hands slowly slid down to his pants.

With a light movement, he freed his cock.

The thick, long, veiny shaft escaped his garments, the base pressing against Ophelia’s pussy while the rest was crushed between their two bodies.

Ophelia clenched her teeth, her hips rising until the shaft was aligned with her entrance.

"You should be calling for your son, shouldn’t you?" Ethan said. "I’m almost certain he didn’t send you to me without any means of contact or escape. Especially when even those fifteen scouts from before had teleportation scrolls."

[Ophelia’s Opinion increased by 4 points!]

[Ophelia’s Loyalty increased by 4%!]

Ophelia didn’t answer.

Slowly, she lowered her hips onto that massive cock, feeling the reddish head sink into her plump, hot pussy, stretching the elasticity of her pantyhose to its limit.

She actually thought about using the escape scroll she had. To run away from this. To regroup with her son and make Ethan pay for this humiliation a thousand times over.

But...

Why the hell wouldn’t her body respond?

Her hips buckled and her pantyhose ripped as Ethan’s cock sank into her pussy, filling her all at once.

Her huge tits bounced violently from the impact, the heavy flesh slamming together with a wet clap before separating and swinging back outward.

The soft cheeks of her ass flattened against his thighs as her full weight came crashing down.

[Ophelia’s Opinion increased by 1 point!]

[Ophelia’s Loyalty increased by 1%!]

In less than thirty minutes, she had gone from mortal enemy to one hundred percent loyalty and opinion.

The touch of the god of love was truly terrifying.