Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

Her pink and round toes were arranged neatly like lotus seeds in Link's mouth. The salty sweat from her feet, squeezed out by long-term exercise, mixed with Lucy's unique body fragrance, like a top-grade aphrodisiac for Link's special attack. The huge rod lurking between his legs was pressing against Lucy's soft jade legs, eager to move.

"Phew~ I can't hold back anymore!"

Link gripped Lu Xie's slightly rounded, soft, snowy buttocks with both hands, skillfully unfastened her skirt and pants, and pulled them onto the sofa beside her. His erect penis aimed at Lu Xie's plump, white buttocks and hardened. Lu Xie's porcelain-white buttocks were as translucent as snow, and her thin white panties were firmly held between her two perky, deep buttocks, vaguely outlining Lu Xie's plump and full mons pubis.

As Lu Xie breathed, drops of glistening honey flowed out, making her plump buttocks even more moist and smooth, as if they would overflow with juice if pinched.

"Uh-huh~"

The soft sensation of Lucy's buttocks pressing against the tip of the scorching giant rod almost made Link lose his mind. Smelling the fragrance of Lucy's golden hair, a wicked smile finally appeared on Link's lips.

Link kneaded her smooth, honey-like buttocks with both hands, and watched as Lucy's mons pubis, bound by her panties, secreted a large amount of vaginal fluid, which flowed down her soft thighs and into the hollow at the base of her thighs, like glistening water droplets splashing onto the sofa.

Looking at Lu Xie's beautiful profile, which contrasted sharply with the wanton scene beneath her, excitedly opened the small mouth of the thick, huge rod pressing against her snowy buttocks, and the sticky, fishy-smelling pre-ejaculate unconsciously overflowed, making Lu Xie's white pantyhose all over.

As Link slowly exerted force, his thick, massive rod pressed against Lucy's narrow, white panties, which were completely soaked with her vaginal fluid. It squeezed between the two tight petals, creating a thick, moist, and white groin in the incredibly erotic mons pubis. Lucy's forbidden zone, symbolizing her purity, was being violated and rubbed back and forth at the entrance by the massive rod, which represented strong masculine energy.

Even the powerful Lucia couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in her body. Her breath became rapid and hot, and her delicate hands gripped Link's hand tightly to relieve the strange sensations coming from her private parts.

"Mmm~ This is absolutely delicious!"

Link passionately kissed Lu Xie's thin red lips, while his huge penis thrust in and out of Lu Xie's two fair and tender legs.

"Ugh~ This feels so weird!"

Feeling Link's scalding hot rod constantly touching her entrance and rubbing her sensitive clitoris, Lucy's desire grew stronger and stronger, an uncontrollable urge constantly flooding the mind of the virgin girl.

Link's sensations were even more intense. His massive member continued to thrust in and out of Lu Xie's soft, tender thighs. The scalding hot member, with its erect shaft bulging with veins, rubbed against Lu Xie's hairless genitals. But now, every touch stimulated Link's entire body. His body felt as if it were being struck and penetrated by an electric current called pleasure, flowing from his spinal cord through his nerves and reaching the depths of his brain.

"Waaaaah~ How could this be!"

Lu Xie's fair and tender buttocks suddenly exerted pressure backward, swallowing the sensitive, burning hot rod completely into the fragrant, plump, and lustful cleft of her buttocks.

This sudden attack caught Link off guard, and he ended up ejaculating instantly through intercourse!

"It's so cool!"

Lucia turned around and pounced on Link like a hungry tiger, pinning him down and taking the huge rod into her slightly open mouth.

The warmth, extreme moisture, and enveloping sensation tightly bound Link's massive member as the pure and beautiful Lucy performed oral sex on herself—an irresistible temptation.

But without a doubt, Link's huge rod was too big and too long. Even when Lucy opened her mouth wide, the thick rod only penetrated less than halfway before stretching Lucy's small mouth to its limit. The rod, which reached deep into her tender esophagus, only moved slightly, causing Lucy's sensitive throat to twitch. Glistening saliva slowly flowed down the base of the rod, accumulating into a small puddle on the sofa.

The intense pleasure brought by deep throating was deeply imprinted in Lu Xie's heart. For Lu Xie, this method seemed to allow her body to be better immersed in Link's aura, and the suffocating feeling of being treated roughly made Lu Xie somewhat excited.

Half-swallowed, the sandalwood mouth moved back and forth with great effort. The strong taste stimulated Lu Xie's delicate nose, and her pretty face collapsed, revealing an orgasmic face with her eyes rolling back. Her pink tongue entwined, constantly making "plop plop" sounds of saliva and lewd moans interrupted by the vigorous thrusting.

"Mmm! It's so delicious~"

—The following is an abridged version; see the group for the unabridged version—

163. Visit

The next morning, sunlight gently streamed into the room through the cracks in the window.

Because Link and Lucia's passionate encounter last night lasted until three or four in the morning, Lucia was exhausted and was still sound asleep in a sweet dream.

Looking at Lucy's peaceful sleeping face, Link felt a pang of pity and couldn't bear to force her to go to work.

After all, his crazy actions last night had indeed made her suffer.

Left with no other choice, the heavy responsibility of entertaining the merchants who had come from afar fell on Link's own shoulders.

He quickly tidied his clothes, walked out of the room with a spirited air, and began to busy himself with the hospitality arrangements.

Link first summoned several reliable soldiers and had them take the merchants to the newly built "Oak Tavern" in the main market for breakfast.

The tavern was filled with the aroma of bread and the rich scent of ale, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The breakfast selection was plentiful, including freshly baked soft bread, fragrant ale, fresh fruit, and various delicious cheeses. Merchants sat around the tables, enjoying their food and chatting happily.

After breakfast, Link did not directly invite the merchants to the city lord's mansion.

On the one hand, it was still early, and everyone was still enjoying the pleasant feeling after breakfast; on the other hand, Link himself had not yet had breakfast and needed to make some preparations.

So Link had his soldiers take the merchants around Winterfell for a tour.

Cliff and Vickson, two wealthy businessmen who had been in the business world for many years, walked along the main street of Winterfell with great energy.

The streets are wide and clean, lined with shops on both sides, their signs swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling their stories to passersby.

The streets were bustling with people, their faces beaming with happiness and brimming with energy.

Cliff and Vickson looked at everything before them, and a surge of excitement welled up in their hearts.

"The people of Winterhold seem to be living very happy lives," Cliff remarked.

“That’s right, this place is full of life and energy, completely different from what I imagined,” Vikson agreed.

At this moment, a soldier who was leading their tour overheard their conversation, a proud smile spreading across his face. He said with emotion, “Gentlemen, I am a native of Winterfell, and I have lived here for over a decade. Just a year ago, Winterfell was an incredibly poor and backward town. Back then, people couldn’t get enough to eat or wear, and their lives were filled with hardship. There were hardly any decent buildings in the entire city; most people lived in dilapidated thatched huts. When it rained, the huts would leak, and when it rained heavily outside, it would drizzle inside.”

Cliff and Vickson were stunned when they heard this; they had never imagined that Winter City had ever been so poor and backward.

"Your city lord only arrived here a year ago?" Cliff asked in confusion.

The soldier shook his head, his expression turning serious. "That's not how it is," he said. "A year ago, we had a minister in Winterfell named Orlando. The city lord trusted him greatly, entrusting him with many important matters. But unexpectedly, that guy was greedy and shameless. Not only did he secretly amass wealth, but he also colluded with thieves outside the city to assassinate our city lord and seize control of Winterfell. Fortunately, the city lord had foresight and made meticulous preparations beforehand, uncovering his plot and bringing that bastard to justice. I remember back then, our lives were incredibly difficult. We could only eat one meal a day, and if we were lucky, we could eat two. And even then, it was the worst kind of chaff—even pigs wouldn't eat that now."

When their city lord was mentioned, the soldiers seemed to open a floodgate of words, vividly recounting his story, their eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.

“Back then, we couldn’t even imagine things like white bread, white flour, rice, honey, watermelon, vegetables, meat, sugar, and salt. People were often barely clothed. In a family of three, only one person would have a complete set of clothes. Children would often run around naked every day. In winter, the cold wind was biting, and many people froze to death because they couldn’t stand the cold. The scene was truly heartbreaking.”

As the soldier spoke, he had an incredibly vivid memory of those hard times, as if those painful experiences had happened just yesterday.

"But now, look at us, since the lord took charge, our lives have changed dramatically. We have everything we need, we no longer worry about food and clothing, our children can receive a good education, and the future is full of hope."

Cliff and Vikson stared blankly at the obviously wealthy people walking down the street.

They discovered that the clothes worn by these ordinary people were made of exquisite fabric, soft and comfortable. Even these wealthy businessmen seemed to have never worn clothes made of such fine fabric.

On the street, some breakfast stalls had already opened for business, and the steaming meat buns emitted an enticing aroma that permeated every corner of the street, assaulting Cliff and Vixen's olfactory senses.

Even though they had just enjoyed a hearty breakfast at the Oak Inn, the aroma made them hungry again, and their stomachs began to rumble involuntarily.

"That's really... unimaginable," Cliff said, swallowing hard and stammering.

They never imagined that everything Winter City possessed today was developed by Link in just one year!

To be honest, if the soldiers hadn't mentioned it, they would have really thought that Link had been developing here for at least ten years.

Cliff and Vikson had no doubt about the truthfulness of what the soldier said.

Because they knew the soldiers had no reason to deceive them, and from the tangible sights before them, they could also sense the enormous changes that had taken place in Winterhold.

"You think all of this is a miracle?" the soldier laughed, looking at Cliff and Vikson's surprised expressions, and asked.

“Yes, even a miracle wouldn’t be this amazing. To transform a poor and backward town into such a prosperous place in such a short time is simply a miracle.” Cliff and Vickson nodded, still somewhat in awe.

"The city center is just ahead. Let's keep going," the soldier nodded, smiled, and said.

"Wait, what's that? It's..." Cliff and Vikson were walking when they suddenly saw a building with a unique architectural style. A large crowd had gathered at the entrance, mostly adults and children, their faces beaming with anticipation and excitement.

"Is that... a school?" Cliff and Vikson asked hesitantly, their hearts filled with doubt and curiosity.

“Yes, that’s the school in our Winter City. To be honest, it’s all thanks to the Lord. He had the foresight to establish this school and even made it free for the children of ordinary people. This was something we wouldn’t have dared to dream of before.”

The soldier nodded and said proudly, "It's school time now. I have a younger brother who is also in school. He's happy every day and learns a lot. Unfortunately, I'm on military duty and can't often take him to and from school, but I visit him whenever I have time."

"Could you show me around this school?"

Cliff and Vickson spoke, their cloudy eyes filled with intense longing.

For them, school is a word that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

What they were familiar with was that they had all attended aristocratic schools in King's Landing and knew the importance of knowledge; what they were unfamiliar with was that they had never seen a school that allowed ordinary children to attend for free.

Without exception, Cliff, Vickson, and the other wealthy merchants around them all spent an unforgettable time at the noble school in King's Landing.

Therefore, they are even more aware of the enormous price they have to pay to acquire knowledge.

In elite schools, tuition is exorbitantly high, and students also face discrimination and bullying from other aristocratic students.

"Well... it seems like it's about time. Lord Link should be ready and waiting for you at the City Lord's Mansion office building. Let's go back to the City Lord's Mansion first, so as not to keep Lord Link waiting too long."

The soldier hesitated for a moment before speaking.

He was worried that missing his meeting with Link would cause unnecessary trouble.

"It won't take up too much time; we're just going to take a look. We're so curious about this school and want to see it for ourselves."

Cliff and Vikson spoke with a hint of pleading, their eyes filled with anticipation, as if not visiting the school would be a lifelong regret.

"Well, alright then, please hurry. After we've inspected the school, we'll head straight to the city lord's mansion. We shouldn't keep Lord Link waiting too long." The soldier hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

He understood Cliff and Vickson's feelings, and he knew the importance of this school to Winterfell.

"it is good!"

Cliff and Vikson were overjoyed, their faces beaming with smiles.

Even their steps became lighter, as if they had suddenly become much younger.

Soon, they arrived at the school gate.

At this moment, there are already quite a few students and adults waiting for the school to open.

The children, dressed in neat school uniforms, beamed with innocent smiles as they chatted excitedly about interesting things that happened at school and the new knowledge they had learned.

The adults stood aside, their faces filled with relief and anticipation as they looked at their children, as if they could see their bright future.

Schools usually open around this time.

The gatekeeper opened the gate, and the children poured into the campus like happy little birds, their laughter echoing throughout the entire campus.

"Many of them are still children."

Cliff, Vikson, and the others stood outside the crowd, watching the energetic children inside, and couldn't help but smile.

Their hearts were filled with emotion, as if they had returned to their childhood.

There was no such atmosphere when they were in school.

I remember back in school, those of us who were the sons of merchants, who didn't have noble status and only got into school because of our families' wealth, were the targets of bullying by the noble children.

Those aristocratic children, relying on their status and position, often insulted and beat them, and robbed them of their belongings and school supplies.

Even when they were bullied, they had no choice but to bow and scrape, swallow their anger, and act as lapdogs for those noble children, gritting their teeth and working hard to finish their schoolwork.

Why don't you retaliate against them?

What a joke! That's a prestigious school; the school only favors the children of noble families!

There is no fairness or justice there, only differences in status and position.

Now, looking at these children in front of me, it's clear that there's no such thing as aristocratic prejudice here.

The children, regardless of their wealth or social status, learn, play, and grow together, and this harmonious atmosphere brings them immense joy.

Solo, in particular, felt this even more deeply.

His son, Ger, was of school age, and he was always reluctant to send him to a prestigious private school.

Given Ger's temperament, he would definitely be bullied if he went to a prestigious school, and might even be expelled, which would mean a huge waste of tuition fees.

The importance of knowledge is self-evident, especially for businessmen who understand the idea that "knowledge can change one's destiny."

In this fiercely competitive business world, lacking knowledge means being eliminated, failing to seize business opportunities, and being unable to realize one's dreams.

In any case, Solo wanted his son to acquire knowledge, because acquiring knowledge meant acquiring control over one's destiny.

Now, Solo seems to have a better option.

This school, which provides free education for children from ordinary families, is like a ray of dawn, illuminating Ger's future.

He seemed to see his son learning happily and growing up healthily in this school, becoming a knowledgeable, cultured, and responsible person in the future.

Looking at all this, Cliff, Vikson, Solo, and the others fell into deep thought.

They knew that, under Link's leadership, Winterfell had embarked on a path of prosperity and development.

This school is a seed of hope that Link has sown for the future of Winterfell.

It is believed that in the near future, this seed will take root, sprout, grow strong, and bear abundant fruit, making Winterfell even better.

The sunlight shone even brighter, casting a golden glow across the school playground. The children's joyful laughter echoed throughout the campus, like a beautiful melody.

164. Meeting

Sunlight streamed down the streets of Winterfell, bathing this ancient yet vibrant city in a golden glow.

Pedestrians came and went along both sides of the street, and vendors enthusiastically hawked their goods, creating a lively and peaceful scene.