Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins



"No wonder dragons love to sleep, and whenever they do, it's usually for hundreds of years..."

Sleeping as a means to increase power, who would bother with painstaking cultivation?

After accepting the inherited memory, a small status bar appeared behind Ethan's attribute column [Inheriting Memory Fusion...]. 

The moment he fully integrates this inherited memory, his Bloodline advancement would likely be complete.

Ethan had a strong premonition that once he integrated this memory inheritance, he should be able to officially advance to S-rank.

Using the Reverse Scale Space, Ethan cleaned out all the treasures in Dragon's Lair. 

Komait, who watched from the side, felt like his heart was being stabbed by a knife. 

These treasures should have been the legacy left to him by his father, but now they were all pocketed by Ethan.

But the circumstances were stronger than people. 

Although Komait was cursing in his heart, he still had to show humility on his face. 

He was already no match for Ethan, and now Ethan had obtained a dragon-slaying weapon that could vanquish him. 

It was masochistic to provoke Ethan now.

"You performed well today, keep it up," Ethan said, reaping a large amount of treasures and further enhancing his power. 

He was in a good mood, so even looking at Komait's face seemed much more pleasing.

"Serving Sir Ethan is my duty," Komait quickly bent down, showing utmost sycophantic behavior.

...

They left the cave and returned to the Lord's Manor. 

Ethan cast a spell to bury the entrance formed by the rockery. 

All the treasures inside had been emptied by Ethan, so this place was of little use to him now.

After expressing his loyalty to Ethan again, Komait conscientiously returned to the dungeon, continuing his self-imprisonment, serving as a sight for all to behold and critique, contributing to Riverside's revitalization.

Ethan looked at the docile Black Dragon in the cage, his smile tinged with amusement...

"Despite his incessant claims of loyalty, his loyalty meter hasn't budged."

Shaking his head, Ethan returned to the Lord's Manor.

In the office, Rose was holding a feather pen, with a pair of silver-framed glasses on her nose, hard at work. 

She was dressed in noble clothing, her face serious, exuding an authority and inviolability of those in power with every move.

Compared to the previous Rose, she was noticeably more attractive now.

"Indeed, power really is the best adornment for a woman..."

Ethan looked at Rose, unable to resist licking his lips. 

The current Rose was increasingly stoking the flames of his desire to conquer.

He quietly walked up behind Rose, gently leaned over, and slid his hand into her neckline, grasping her prominent and impressive attributes. 

Rose shivered as she felt his warm and solid palm against her skin. 

She wanted to turn around, but Ethan suddenly stopped her.

"Madam Mayor, you should continue your work, shouldn't you?"

Unsure of what Ethan was up to, Rose bit her lip and nodded. 

After Ethan had his fill of teasing, he slowly withdrew his hand. 

Rose thought that Ethan had decided to end things there for the day... leaving her feeling strangely empty.

But in the next moment, the man moved from behind her to her side, burying his face in the nape of her neck and taking a deep breath, seeming completely intoxicated by her scent. 

Rose heard him murmur, "Don't get distracted, continue working."

As Ethan spoke, the warm breath he exhaled tickled her ear, while his hand caressed her waist in a languid fashion, stroking the silky skin beneath the thin clothing. 

Rose arched her waist involuntarily, her heart pounding. 

Seeing her react this way, Ethan laughed. 

His fingers traced their way up her side to the softness of her chest, giving it a gentle squeeze, as if he was playfully toying with a cute kitten.

"Ah!" Rose let out a short, low moan and tried to grab Ethan's mischievous hand.

Ethan toyed with her wrists, lifting them over her shoulder and pressing them onto the table. 

He then leaned over to place a tender kiss on her smooth forehead and asked with an ambiguous tone, "Do you like it?"

Rose's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, and she gave a slight nod while panting lightly.

"That's good," Ethan murmured, pulling Rose's hand towards his manhood, "So which do you like more, being the mayor, or this?"

His words seemed to awaken something within Rose, making her body heat up even more. 

Her legs tightened and her arms held Ethan's neck closely. Rose had answered Ethan's question with her actions.

Seeing this, Ethan slid his arm under hers, encircling her slender waist, closing the gap between them so much that they could hear each other's heartbeat clearly. 

Rose was held increasingly tight in his arms, her face blooming like a ripe apple. 

She closed her eyes, her lashes trembling vigorously.

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan's voice became husky and dark, "Of course..." 

He leaned in, captured Rose's crimson lips, his tongue slipping past her teeth, tangling with her soft, moist tongue, greedily savoring the sweetness within her mouth.

Rose shivered, unable to help but let out a moan. 

Ethan had stirred her into a state of longing once more. 

Her body was already responding, but she held back out of shyness.

Ethan pushed her back onto the chair, one hand sliding under her dress to explore her long, white legs, while the other undid the buttons on her chest, revealing the full and enticing softness. 

He covered it without hesitation, squeezing firmly.

"Mmm..." Rose moaned again, feeling a tingly sensation spread throughout her body, even the marrow in her bones screaming with pleasure. 

She squirmed a few times, but Ethan's firm grip on her waist made it impossible to escape, instead stirring a long-suppressed desire within her.

Ethan hiked her skirt up to her waist, revealing her round and pink bottom. 

He then slid down her stockings, tossing them aside, making his way down to her secret garden. 

His gaze scanned the sight before him, then slowly, he extended a finger, slipping it in. Rose's body shivered as if electrocuted.

Ethan gently pushed aside the petals, his finger wandering over the delicate bud. 

Each touch brought Rose an indescribable pleasure. 

Rose's face was crimson, she threw back her head, letting out a rapid pant, her hands clutching Ethan's shoulders and shaking, "Don't... don't do that."

Ethan's expression and voice softened, full of seductive power, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Rose looked at Ethan, her eyes hazy, biting her lip without a response.

Wave after wave of sensations assaulted her body and soul. 

She couldn't even remember what she had just shouted, only feeling her throat dry, her voice hoarse, her heart pounding as if her soul was fluttering. 

Seeing this, Ethan chuckled, he leaned over, taking Rose's lips, gently nipping and licking at her.

Their eyes met, each gazing into the other's, their breath intermingling, brushing against each other's face, like a feather tickling their hearts, making both of them shiver with pleasure.

"Mmm... feels so good..." Rose kept murmuring, wrapping her arms around Ethan's neck, their bodies entwined tightly.

Ethan pushed her onto the chair, kneeling on the seat, his hand between her legs, slowly easing in.

"Oh..." Rose couldn't help but let out a low moan, her eyebrows furrowing, her cheeks blushing lightly, making her look extraordinarily charming.

She curled up her legs, her hands clinging to Ethan's shoulders, her body bending into a shrimp-like shape. 

Her lips slightly parted as heavy panting echoed in the room.

Ethan withdrew his hand and pressed his manhood against the entrance of Rose's secret valley. 

Then, he slowly thrust forward—In that moment, both felt each other's heat. 

Rose's mind seemed to explode, her eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

"H-how… how does it feel bigger again…"

"This, my dear, is your gift," Ethan replied, thrusting his hips with force, assaulting her most sensitive spot.

The intense thrusts sent Rose trembling all over, incoherent moans escaping her mouth. 

Her body gradually softened. 

She opened her eyes, under the moonlight streaming in from the window, observing Ethan's face carefully. 

Then, she burst into a mischievous giggle, her eyes glowing with desire.

"You're so bad…" she murmured, her voice alluring and soft, as she licked the corner of her mouth.

Ethan smirked devilishly, his hand gripping and kneading the softness of her breasts.