EBE Chapter 241: You promised me a new one, didn’t you?
Chapter 241: You promised me a new one, didn’t you?
[The mass release will be in a few hours. Sorry for the delay—I’m having to rewrite a few Chapters.]
Ophelia walked up to Ethan, bending her knees slightly as she turned in a graceful motion, presenting her back to him.
With delicate fingers, she caught the hem of her black leather skirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing her voluptuous buttocks covered by nothing but her usual pantyhose—this time, a pristine white pair instead of her customary black.
The sheer fabric stretched taut over her ample flesh, clinging to every curve like a second skin and disappearing into the deep crease between her buttocks.
She lowered herself calmly onto Ethan’s lap, the bench creaking faintly beneath their combined weight as she pressed her full, perfect ass against his groin.
A slight sway of her hips was all it took for her soft flesh to nestle perfectly against him, the supple weight of her ass molding to the contours of his lap.
Exhaling softly, she let her head fall back to rest against Ethan’s firm chest.
Her dark eyes drifted shut for a moment, and when they opened again, her features had melted into an expression of complete relaxation.
Ethan smiled faintly, sliding his hands down to her slender waist. His fingers traced small, lazy circles over the fabric of her white top.
"Any news about my mother? She shouldn’t take much longer to finish the advance, right?" Ethan asked, inhaling the sweet scent of her silky black hair.
"My agents haven’t heard anything more from her." Ophelia shook her head. "But I’ve had some news about your father. Apparently, he’s stuck in a pretty dire siege, but the odds are in his favor."
"The merchant confederations won’t last much longer, since Mireya’s mother killed the specialist leading the confederate forces... a man known as the White Wolf."
"Huh? The White Wolf was commanding the Blackwatch forces?" Ethan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Huh? You know him?" Ophelia turned her face toward him.
"Yes." Ethan nodded slowly. "My grandfather, the ancestor of Darkwall, cut off his left hand after he tried to take one of my cousins by force during a visit to our family."
"He was a truly repulsive fellow, leading an army of even more repulsive mercenaries. My grandfather only refrained from wiping them out completely because he had a good relationship with the king."
"I just wonder what made him abandon the king’s protection and go serve as a mercenary for an enemy force."
Ethan scratched his chin, deep in thought.
He might have been an unwanted son in the eyes of his father, David Darkwall, but at the end of the day, he was still a nobleman.
During his years spent at the Darkwall court—coupled with occasional visits to the royal court—he had gained access to a great deal of information.
The White Wolf had amassed great wealth serving under the king, his power second only to the ancestors of the great houses.
After advancing to the fifth stage and assembling a mercenary force of twenty thousand men some five years ago, he had become one of the most respected figures in the kingdom of Burning Ice.
Ethan really couldn’t imagine what would drive a man like that to abandon such prestige and betray the king.
"Well, he did." Ophelia’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts.
"He was killed a few weeks ago by Mireya’s mother. The first of the city’s two walls has already fallen, and the remaining experts inside are quite anxious."
"They’re even recruiting players to try to stop the advance of the joint forces of Solene and Burning Ice. They won’t last much longer."
"I see..." Ethan sighed. "Thanks for the info, love. I know how hard it must have been to maintain this whole intelligence network for so long."
He gave Ophelia’s butt a gentle pat, and the plump flesh quivered under his palm, rippling slowly like pudding beneath the sheer white fabric of her pantyhose before settling back into place with a soft, lazy wobble.
Ophelia flashed a sensual, elegant smile as she adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose.
"The hardest part is keeping the agents well-paid without me being on Earth. But, well, I still have a few trusted people alive who know what’s going to happen. They’ll manage my fortune until Earth is devoured."
"Hm... managing the fortune of a billionaire spy while that billionaire spy is on another world, with no chance of returning. Sounds like a dream job." Ethan leaned back against the seat.
His gaze drifted up through the dense, lush foliage of the tree above them, while his ears caught Ophelia’s sweet, resonant laughter.
"Many men would kill for a job like that," he remarked.
"Fufufu~ many have." Ophelia covered her lips elegantly with the back of her hand, then, in a smooth, agile motion, spun around on Ethan’s lap.
Her knees settled on the bench, one on either side of his thighs, and with a slow sway of her hips, she lowered her round, full ass onto his firm legs.
She leaned forward further, her huge, pale breasts flattening against his firm chest, the soft, heavy mounds spreading outward like two warm pillows of velvety flesh.
The exposed tops of those breasts bulged just below his chin, their sweet scent filling his nostrils.
The two stared at each other for a long moment until, at last, Ethan’s lips parted.
"About Alistair... is everything really okay?" Ethan asked, looking deep into her eyes.
"Yes." Ophelia nodded without hesitating for even a single second. "You promised me a new one, didn’t you? Our future, beautiful little prince or princess of the shadows..."
She leaned over him even further, her lips brushing against his in a teasing touch.
"Prince or princess of the shadows, huh? I like that..." Ethan gripped her firmly by the waist, pulling her against him and taking her lips in a deep kiss.
Without hesitation, he lost himself in the sweet taste of those lips, in the warm weight of her breasts pressed against his chest, and in her full ass nestled on his lap, feeling every curve of her body mold perfectly to his.