Ophelia had never been interested in men, never once making the sacrifices so many other spies were often forced to endure.

She would even drug her targets instead of sleeping with them whenever she found herself in a tricky situation.

Even her own son, Alistair, had been born through artificial insemination.

To her, men were merely a distraction from her main objectives, and she had always viewed women obsessed with them as idiots.

And yet, there she was, her entire body engulfed by a hellish orgasm.

Her eyes widened and her back arched in a violent spasm.

Her enormous tits surged upward with the movement before crashing back down, the heavy mounds slapping against her delicate torso with a wet, fleshy sound, ripples cascading across the milky flesh.

She clenched her teeth and pulled Ethan toward her, her arched back aligning her breasts perfectly with his face.

Ethan, naturally, didn’t refuse when that enormous pair of fragrant tits swallowed his vision. Her arms squeezed them inward from either side, crushing them against his face and forming a soft, warm prison of perfumed flesh.

He grabbed Ophelia’s shapely ass and squeezed hard, his fingers sinking deep into the plump cheeks at the exact moment his cock exploded directly inside her womb.

"NGHNN~~" A shrill moan escaped Ophelia’s lips, her whole body trembling.

Her breasts jiggled against Ethan’s face like two hot, round masses of jelly, the warm globes rippling with every spasm of her orgasm.

When the first gush of cum invaded her womb, she thought she was going to die. The scalding heat ignited every nerve in her body.

But she soon got used to it, gush after gush of the viscous, hot liquid filling her until there was no room left for anything else.

Her legs lost all support, and she collapsed against Ethan’s body.

The plush weight of her breasts slipped from his face as she shifted, her face sinking into the upper part of his chest.

"Fuck..." Ophelia groaned, mustering what strength she had left. She sank her teeth into his chest, leaving a vivid red mark behind.

"Ugh... I haven’t even officially accepted you as my wife yet, and you already want to devour me?" Ethan teased, watching Ophelia’s face glow a vibrant red.

"You’ll regret not killing me..." she gasped, her dark eyes slightly glazed over. The clear lenses of her stylish glasses were fogged up, wet with sweat from Ethan’s chest.

"I won’t, and what kind of sadistic son of a bitch would kill his own wife?" Ethan shook his head with a soft smirk.

He opened the wife designation screen and clicked to set her as a primary wife.

[You have set Ophelia Vaelor as a primary wife! +4 premium gacha tickets]

[You have completed the quest: "An Enemy’s Mother Is the Perfect Wife"

Rewards have been moved to your spatial ring]

[You have leveled up! Level 72 -> 74

+ 6 free attribute points]

[Ophelia Vaelor

Age: 46

Level: 79/120

Class: Shadow Mage

Talent: SS

Opinion of You: 100

Loyalty: 100%]

Ethan’s eyes shone brightly at the cascade of system notifications.

Just like that, with such ease, Goldenveil had acquired yet another SS-Rank talent.

Ophelia, naturally, noticed the change in her body that very same instant. Her eyes widened as she opened her own status screen.

She could also see the new status the system now recognized: Ethan Goldenveil’s wife.

"What did you do? How is this possible?" Ophelia’s back stiffened.

She pressed her hands against Ethan’s chest, pushing her torso away from his, staring into his beautiful blue eyes in sheer shock.

"Every golden lord has his own fortunes," Ethan replied, adjusting Ophelia’s body on his lap.

His left hand slid beneath her legs while his right curved around her back, reaching for one of her breasts and squeezing hard. His fingers sank into the supple flesh, her nipple slipping between them in an obscene bulge.

Ophelia moaned as Ethan stood up with her cradled in his arms.

The pull of gravity sent her breasts into a heavy, sensual sway, the side of one slapping against his chest before ricocheting back into her other breast, forcing it against his hand.

The pair of full, perfect mounds undulated like hot, jiggly pudding, the heavy flesh quivering with the rhythm of each step.

The beauty’s face filled with shame and resignation as the memory of her son’s words before she came there returned to her mind.

She had failed him completely.

"If I decide your son doesn’t deserve to die, I won’t kill him. Otherwise, all I can promise is that I’ll give you a new son," Ethan said, sensing Ophelia’s feelings, his eyes drifting to the number of premium gacha tickets he possessed.

That drew a defeated sigh from his lips.

Was this some kind of bad joke?

He had 44 premium gacha tickets, and he needed exactly 45 to get his high elf!

"A new son? What a joke..." Ophelia laughed bitterly in his arms, her eyes heavy as Ethan carried her out of the office.

Of course, she didn’t miss the chance to grab the green fairy’s bottle of wine on the way out, the chilled glass sinking between her ample breasts.

She felt a deep disappointment in herself, not only because of the situation and the pathetic failure of her mission, but also because of her own inability to feel bad about the idea of her son’s death.

Worse still: her heart sank at the mere possibility of Ethan’s death.

Just... what the hell had that bastard done to her?

Ethan sensed her feelings but let her take her time, leading her to the room that would be hers, one of the most luxurious suites in the mansion.

"Are you going to leave me alone here? Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away?" Ophelia asked as her delicate feet sank into the room’s soft carpet.

Immediately, she raised her hands in a futile attempt of covering her tits.

Well, at least she could hide her pink areolas.

"You won’t run away," Ethan said, his hands falling on her waist.

Given her level of loyalty and opinion, he really didn’t worry much about that possibility.

"Starting tomorrow, I want you to begin training my maids. They are all my concubines, and I want them to have at least the basic skills to find spies and detect poisons."

And so, the counterintelligence service of the Lord of Goldenveil’s main mansion, led by one of the world’s greatest spies, took its first step.