Chapter 23: Battle Of The Hook
Ethan's finicky hands did find something to grab onto under the Constable's armor. However, it was pretty hard and rough. Applying pressure did not make it yield.
Could a woman's ass possibly have such firmness and texture? Not at all, since Hilda was a human. Even the tushies of the most seasoned Elven warriors would be compressible.
Ethan realized some sort of animal-hide shell thwarted his groping attempt. It made sense since all the guards of Cromwell Castle had to dress mandatorily in full knightly attire. Hilda, being their leader, had to set an example.
The Cromwell heir's failure did not end there. The spell from his Grimorium Lustra did not work. Most likely, touching the skin directly was necessary to trigger it.
The Constable reacted to Ethan's grappling immediately. She spun around with a start and punished the boy with a deathly stare.
"What the hell are you doing?" Even though Hilda looked annoyed, Ethan realized she didn't exactly perceive where he touched her. The groping of her fabric protection most likely felt like a shove from behind.
"I'm sorry, Constable!" Ethan quickly lied. "I was daydreaming and bumped into you accidentally. Won't happen again."
Hilda narrowed her eyes at the boy but was satisfied with the excuse. Typically, as a woman, she would interpret being touched from behind as sexual harassment. However, it would be suicidal for anybody to grope the fierce Constable of Cromwell Castle.
Among commoners, the unforgivable act would lead to an instant beheading. If the offender was from the establishment, a legal interrogation, trial, and conviction followed.
Hilda tried to clear her mind and focus. Ethan was caught molesting his unconscious sister. As the royal family's protectress, her current duty was to report the incident to the Countess. The bumping incident was definitely accidental. Despite his perverse tendencies, the Young Count wouldn't dare lay his hands on the Constable, would he?
"Keep your distance!" she retorted sharply. "If you daydream and bump into me again, I'll take you to your mother in chains!"
Ethan nodded on the outside but cursed himself internally. He had about thirty seconds before they reached Velma's office. There was only one chance left to execute Grimorium Lustra's revelation spell.
The boy needed to touch Hilda's asscheeks directly. But how? The damn woman was dressed like a tank! He wished there would be a spell to make clothes disappear instantly.
Ethan couldn't help but imagine the Constable walking down the corridor naked, with only the weapon belt around her curvy waist. Her voluptuous love handles would be open to grab onto, and her muscular behind would be on public display.
'Think! Think! Think!' the boy snapped himself out of his daydream. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. Could he be more forgetful?
Ethan had received a consumable reward for completing the foot massage challenge with Gwen. He immediately rushed to open his system inventory.
[Ghost hands x 3]
The consumable item's description was self-explanatory.
[Ghost hands: The user's hands may pass through objects for thirty seconds]
Yes! Using those items, Ethan could infiltrate Hilda's impenetrable fort! But then, the mystery still remained unsolved—did the Grimoire really refer to a woman's asscheeks as baskets? If the boy failed to activate the spell on the last chance, everything would be lost.
Ethan went over the riddle in Grimorium Lustra again. He tried to attempt the riddle by brainstorming alone. 'Holding both eggs in one basket… Is the key to the deepest secret.'
'Baskets… Baskets… What is special about baskets…? We can carry things in them… So, they must have openings… Fine… What does eggs in one basket mean?'
In the investment world on Earth, the phrase would mean, for example, betting all your money on one company's shares. This was as opposed to distributing it over multiple companies.
In this case, suppose Ethan was the investor with the eggs. Then, Hilda was the company with the basket. The boy had to put BOTH his EGGS in one BASKET and HOLD them. The only sense it made was…
'No, that would be a reach…'
Ethan eyed Hilda walking urgently down the corridor. They were almost at the turn that would bring them before Velma's Office. It was now or never!
[Used! Ghost hands x1]
Immediately, Ethan felt a sharp tingling at his fingertips. While his human limbs remained the same, a bluish pair of phantom arms erupted from his body like an astral projection.
Ethan's eyes widened in excitement. He tried operating the so-called ghost hands. They could be lengthened and shortened at will. The arms could be distorted and swished like tentacles.
The boy took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. "If there is a God in this world, help me out this one time…"
Ethan slowed his pace so that he was at least ten steps behind Hilda. Then, he extended his phantom arms to bridge the distance between the two. Seconds later, the ghost hands found the woman's buttocks.
Whip! The ghost hands passed through the Constable's armor plate as if it did not exist. Would they travel through the human body as well? In that case, the entire exercise would be a waste!
Ethan's doubt was answered a fraction of a second later. His ghost hands collided softly with damp, warm skin. It was unmistakable! The boy's fingers pressed greedily on the firm, warm cheeks of a muscular female ass!
Hilda let out a yelp and spun around to confront Ethan. Did the little pervert really grope her? That too through her armor?
However, she found the boy walking normally at least eight feet behind her. He appeared to be entirely distracted–most likely daydreaming again. Then what was holding onto her butt? It felt like cold, slithery hands! Did a small animal slip into her clothes?
The Constable didn't have the luxury of time or logic. Satisfied with the results of generating ghost hands, Ethan moved on to the next step—fulfilling the conditions of the Grimoire's riddle.
With his left ghost hand, Ethan pushed open Hilda's left asscheek. He curled the little and ring fingers of the right hand so that the index and middle fingers formed a gun-like shape with the thumb.
'Accept the offering of my eggs inside your basket…'
Slurp! Ethan's ghost two-fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and made a valiant attempt to enter Hilda's pussy.
"Oh, God!" the woman exclaimed, jumping in place. As the boy doubled down on his penetration efforts, her knees buckled within seconds, and she fell forward on her knees. Ethan recognized the doggy position. Hilda's thighs were finally apart. He thrust his ghost two-fingers deeper into her opening.
"What is wrong with me?" the Constable hollered in confusion. Her pupils rolled up in her eyes as Ethan forced himself inside, inch by inch.
The boy figured Hilda was not very acquainted with sex. It was substantiated by the fact that there was tremendous resistance to the two-fingers. True, women were built tougher in Promiscua, with superior pelvic muscles. However, Ethan's ghost hands were stronger.
Feeling Hilda's wet pussy clamp on his fingers, the boy felt an erection was on the way. The voluptuous Constable keeling over on the corridor floor in a doggy position, writhing and moaning, was just too much. The boy's intrusive thoughts demanded he rip off Hilda's pants and ride her like a bitch.
Summoning all his willpower, Ethan banished his urges and moved on to the ultimate step. He voiced the Grimoire's spell aloud.
"Vanchsneff Nachtaal!" Simultaneously, he twisted his fingers as if to hold on to the woman's pussy like a hook.
Slather! Hilda let out a loud gasp, and her hips collapsed sideways as she writhed and fell.
While Ethan stood over his unfortunate victim, a maniacal expression spread on his face. The system threw him a timely prompt.
[Challenge: Titfuck the Constable]
Ethan was already so filled with adrenaline that he didn't care anymore. His dick was already fighting against his pant's stitches, threatening to break out. In sheer lust, he stepped forward, determined to complete the challenge then and there.
Bam! Hilda jumped to her feet with soldierly agility and shoved him to the floor.
"Boy!" she snarled at him. "Those words you spoke just now made up a spell, didn't they? You are using forbidden dark magic, aren't you? I had no idea the Cromwell heir understood Witchspeak! You must be an imposter!"
Hilda rose to her feet slowly, her sword hand moving to her weapon's hilt. Her sudden recovery confused Ethan. He believed he had pinned down the woman with a pussy hook.
'Oh, no!' The boy suddenly realized what happened! The thirty-second expiry limit of the ghost hands was over!
Ethan ground his teeth in disappointment. However, it was not an enormous setback. He could activate two more consumable pairs of ghost hands until the spell worked. That would incapacitate Hilda for at least another minute.
Ethan went to his system to activate the consumable item. However, the inventory status brought him dismay.
[Ghost hands x 2] [Use after 00:57…]
It was on standby for an entire minute!
Hilda drew her sword with a clang and approached Ethan with an attack stance. "If you survive a slash from my weapon, imposter, I'll interrogate what's left of you in the dungeons!"
Ethan had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Why did he have to take things so far? Now he was going to die!
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone