The hot water soothed Ethan's travel-weary muscles, and as soon as he got out of the bath, his mind wandered to mischief. His mother's cherry kiss and her feminine breath had turned him on enormously.

Slipping into Athena or Beatrix's bed sounded tempting. He could grope them like he did in the wild. The boy imagined the Amazon's ample body or the witch's petite form under him.

But when Ethan tried their doors later, they were locked. Not only that, but Beatrix had warded the entrance with magical barriers. "Smart girls," he thought with a chuckle. "Otherwise, any random creep could wander into your bedroom and take advantage of you."

Ethan had to go for his last resort, even though it was early to cross this line. He slipped into Velma's bedroom under the cover of night. The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the curtains.

The boy removed her sheet covers slowly, revealing her in a thin gown. His mother's voluptuous body lay exposed in detail. Such full, heaving breasts that were barely contained in the fabric.

Velma's nipples poked against the silk rudely. Her wide, grabbable hips curved into thick thighs that could be rubbed against to completion. Ethan moved to her delicate feet and rubbed his cheek against her toes. Someday, he could use both her feet for a nice fuck.

The Cromwell heir tried to peek between Velma's legs. The gown was riding up only a little to tease the shadow between her legs. Ethan drank the scene in. 'She's a goddess,' he told himself, salivating. 'Those breasts could feed armies, and that ass could fill an entire throne. I'd like to be that throne…'

He couldn't control himself any longer. The boy reached out a trembling hand, about to touch Velma's breasts.

His fingers were inches away when an owl hooted by the window. Velma woke up with a start. "Ethan? What are you doing here?"

The Cromwell heir froze, then smiled innocently. "I missed you so much, Mother. I just want to sleep with you tonight, like when I was little."

Her eyes softened, but then she remembered where they actually were. It was Gulchtown, not the safe walls of Cromwell Castle. Velma shook her head. "It would be very inappropriate now. You're a grown man already. Please go to your room. You need the rest."

Deflated and blue-balled, Ethan left. Instead of going to his bedroom, he wandered into Gulchtown's nightlife. The streets still buzzed with energy. Lanterns flickered, vendors sold booze and snacks, while women prowled about in revealing attire.

Ethan sampled a few random delicacies. A skewer of spicy grilled meat followed by sweet honey pastries. All the while, he ogled the women. Barmaids, dancers, merchants. Any of them would be eager to fuck him, but he needed the right woman for the release.

Ethan walked some more and ended up in a tavern. Pulling up his hood, he entered the establishment that rang with ale and laughter.

Within minutes, he had downed mugs of beer and gotten drunk. Even his HP started dipping. The world blurred pleasantly. Two tall figures who had been waiting for Ethan to get drunk approached him.

They were voluptuous women, towering over the patrons. They wore cloaks, but Ethan, even in his inebriated state, could tell they had ravishing bodies, unlike any he had ever seen before. Moreover, they were almost seven feet tall.

Such dimensions would be unusual on Earth, but in a fantasy world dominated by women, they were considered normal. They sat on either side of him. "Evening, stranger," one purred in a silky voice. It was like a pleasant song.

Ethan grinned sloppily. "Who are you, ladies?"

"I'm Gabriella," said the one on his left. She leaned forward, and her cloak parted to reveal a glimpse of massive cleavage. "And this is Celine."

Celine leaned in, mirroring Gabriella's cleavage display. "Hey, handsome. Are you Ethan Cromwell?"

Ethan was about to boast and declare himself, since he was drunk and horny, when suddenly his system issued a notification.

[Poison Resistance Lvl 4] [Passive skill]

[Eliminating alcohol in blood] [100% successful]

The boy suddenly got a head rush, and his tipsiness disappeared magically. 'What the hell,' he thought. 'Will the system not let me get drunk?'

As Ethan's senses normalized, his adrenaline spiked. Two tall, robust women looking for him all this way in Gulchtown couldn't possibly be good news. He had faced too many dangers already not to be wary.

Ethan leaned back, pretending to be still drunk. "Ethan Cromwell? Oh, you mean the Count of Fondel? I did hear he was in Gulchtown. Someone was talking about him at the town center."

Gabriella and Celine exchanged glances. "Oh, is that so?" The latter said. "Would you be willing to share the information on where we can find him?"

Ethan scratched his head and pouted. "What do I get if I tell you?"

"What do you want?" Gabriella asked. "Anything."

"Flash me your breasts," the boy exclaimed with a hiccup. "Then I'll oblige."

The angels furrowed their foreheads in disgust. The drunken fool was trying to take advantage of the situation. Did he even know who he was talking to? They could smite him in a split second. However, right now, the sisters needed critical information.

"Fine," Celine said, parting her cloak and overturning her top. Gabriella did the same.

Ethan let out an audible gasp as two pairs of massive breasts dropped into his sight. They were unearthly and truly artistic. How could such things exist in creation?

When Gabriella and Celine replaced their tops, the boy was spent. He felt like he had lived a few years in heaven. "Happy? Now, tell us what you know!" Celine urged.

Ethan took a deep breath and downed a mug of beer. "Ethan Cromwell is spending the night at the abandoned shrine on the northern border of Gulchtown," he said, remembering the location that he passed on his way in with Beatrix and Athena.

"You can't miss it," he added. "It's an old stone thing with vines. I heard he has taken a dozen beautiful virgins with him for an orgy."

The women exchanged glances again. "It sounds like him," Gabriella said to Celine. "Who else would commit such debauchery?"

They thanked him with forced smiles before leaving. Ethan watched them go, then turned back and eyed his crotch. He had a raging erection trying to burst through his pants. The Cromwell heir's dick hungered for pussy urgently.

Ethan had only a few hours before the Asmodeus Curse set in, but the boy's lips formed a crooked smile. He knew exactly where he could get a release for his libido.

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