Link heard this, and a gentle smile played on his lips. He gently shook his head: "Princess, you are overthinking. We are simply taking what we need. I have sources of goods that your merchant guild lacks, and you have sales channels that I have yet to develop. This is called win-win cooperation; how can there be any talk of who is taking advantage of whom? What I need most right now are the widespread sales channels of your merchant guild, so Your Highness need not overthink or feel indebted to me."
Link's words were truly from the heart.
Indeed, money is extremely important to people, but for him, it was not the most crucial thing.
He was currently swamped with affairs, unable to divide his attention, and truly had no time to devote all his energy to business.
Building Winterfell City, expanding his network, improving his own strength and status... all these matters awaited his attention.
If he were to distract himself with business at this time, it would be like biting off more than he could chew, ultimately achieving nothing and having nothing to show for it.
Don't forget, the winter beast tide and the demon invasion are still unresolved issues.
Therefore, his most urgent task at present was to fully improve himself and strengthen Winterfell City.
As for professional matters like business and profit, it was best to leave them to professionals.
"For profit distribution, we will follow a percentage after sales. I will be responsible for supplying the goods, and Princess will be responsible for sales. If Your Highness agrees, we will sign the contract immediately! Of course, Your Highness can also take some time to consider."
As soon as Link finished speaking, Farahsiya hastily shook her head.
"No, no need to consider, I agree," she said decisively, with almost no hesitation.
The mellow fragrance of the elven fruit wine, the subtle elegance of the perfume, and the unique efficacy of the soap—Farahsiya had a clear understanding in her heart of the abundant profits and profound value these three products would bring in the future.
If large-scale supply could truly be achieved, then in the future, these three products would be like three inexhaustible mountains of gold and silver.
"That's wonderful!"
Link's lips curved into a gentle smile, and he looked at Farahsiya with focused eyes, saying earnestly, "It seems Princess indeed has long-term vision. Since that's the case, I will draft a contract. Whenever Princess returns to King's Landing City, I will send the first batch of elven fruit wine, perfume, and soap along with Princess to King's Landing City. Furthermore, this is just our first cooperation; in the future, I will have other items that I also wish to cooperate with Princess on."
Hearing that there were even more unknown and novel items, Farahsiya's eyes were filled with anticipation.
Today, these elven fruit wine, perfume, and soap had already greatly astonished her.
She never expected... how many unknown secrets were still hidden within this man?
Farahsiya's eyes were full of a yearning to explore and anticipation for the secrets behind Link.
"Since that is the case, I shall no longer disturb Princess's rest. I have already arranged a quiet and elegant residence for Princess within the city; you can rest well."
With that, Link slowly rose, preparing to bid farewell and leave.
Seeing this, Della stepped forward, preparing to put away the various bottles and jars on the table.
Link gently shook his head and said, "These are a gift for Princess. Princess might as well try them personally and experience the unique qualities of these products. It will also help you to introduce them in detail to customers when selling them later."
"Della, no need to put them away."
Della quickly nodded in agreement.
"Your Royal Highness, I shall take my leave now."
Lord Link nodded, his posture elegant, then turned and departed, leaving Farahsiya alone in the hall.
She was slightly lost in thought, her gaze somewhat vacant as she looked at the bottles and jars before her, her mind seemingly drifting far away.
She had originally only intended to find a suitable buyer for the dwarf equipment she had brought to Winterfell City, but she never expected to receive so many pleasant surprises.
It seems this trip not only failed to earn much money but would also require a substantial investment for restocking...
As night fell, Lord Link picked up some lubricant.
This lubricant was from the cart of small toys he had won in a previous lottery, and the reason he specifically brought it tonight was, of course, to...
To claim Olivia's last virgin territory tonight!
To conquer that hidden, unopened secret realm deep within the gluteal cleft!
In the room, Olivia knelt obediently on the large bed, her large white buttocks thrust high, awaiting Lord Link's pleasure.
From the mirror at the head of the bed, Olivia could be seen propping herself on the bed, her two large breasts, which had been played with daily and seemed to have undergone a second development, becoming soft and full like coconuts, hanging heavily as if waiting to ripen and fall.
Lord Link grasped her round, swollen buttock cheeks, one in each hand; they were soft to the touch and resilient when released, the warm flesh seeming to flow, transforming into various indecent shapes under the pressure of his palms.
Lord Link closed his eyes, savoring the wonder of this large buttock, then opened his eyes, suddenly released his grip, and gently tapped the huge, ripe, fragrant buttocks with his palm, like beating a hand drum, instantly creating an enticing wave in the sea of flesh.
From the first time he possessed Olivia, Lord Link had coveted these large buttocks, and finally, tonight, he had made them into smooth, lustful buttocks, awaiting Lord Link's penetration and taste.
And as her buttocks gradually succumbed, Olivia also degenerated from a traditional, conservative noblewoman, a virtuous wife and loving mother, into Lord Link's private pet, breeding machine, and human toilet, able only to sway her ripe, fertile large buttocks like a bitch to please her master, in exchange for his approving favor.
Lord Link chuckled softly: "Olivia, today is a very special day for you, you should say something."
Olivia blushed crimson, and whispered: "Please... please enjoy, Master... It was this bitch's fault for not giving Master her first time in front, so please, Master, do not pity her, and take this bitch's first time from behind!"
Lord Link, satisfied, retrieved the lubricant, gently twisted open the cap, and meticulously applied the Vaseline-like fragrant oil to his massive member.
Instantly, the thick, long member became glistening and shiny, exuding a ferocious and terrifying aura.
Next, he dipped his pinky finger into some lubricant and gently probed into Olivia's deep gluteal cleft, carefully applying it to the tender, pink bud that was about to be favored.
After completing this series of preparations, Lord Link returned the lubricant to its place, holding his massive member with both hands, ensuring the direction was precisely accurate.
Then, he tightly grasped Olivia's large, plump buttocks, so luscious they seemed to yield oil, one in each hand.
Taking a deep breath, as if performing a machine exercise in a gym, Lord Link engaged his waist, his strong gluteal muscles contracting inward, and thrust forward with a fierce plunge, penetrating deeply!
However, this thrust was not entirely in place; a large portion still remained outside.
Olivia's ripe, fleshy body trembled violently because of it, and Lord Link saw her beautiful back instantly covered in fragrant sweat, her two seductive shoulder blades pulling her shoulders tightly towards her spine, clearly enduring intense pain.
Lord Link saw Olivia's pretty face contorted with pain; she gritted her teeth, biting her fragrant lip, tears welling in her eyes.
Lord Link's large hand gently rested on Olivia's buttocks, and he whispered in an almost coaxing tone: "Olivia, breathe deeply, relax a little, relax, and the pain will lessen considerably."
Lord Link made soothing sounds, and although Olivia was crying from the pain, she desperately tried to relax.
Acutely seizing this fleeting opportunity, Lord Link's waist and hips suddenly sank, accompanied by a suppressed grunt, and his entire body, like a sharp blade splitting bamboo, exerted full force and lunged forward!
Olivia's scream was abruptly cut off in her throat, turning into a whimper; sweat poured down her body, tears and sweat blurring her vision, blood beaded from her bitten lip, her plump buttocks instinctively wanted to twist and struggle, but were clamped firmly by Lord Link's iron-like hands, leaving her helpless to endure it all.
Lord Link felt as if he had broken into a secret, forbidden territory he had never before entered; the extreme tightness of the embrace made his blood surge, every nerve cheering with excitement.
Olivia ultimately couldn't bear the bone-piercing pain and let out a shrill scream, then began to sob intermittently.
Lord Link's palms caressed the two plump, soft buttocks, his fingertips sinking into the oily flesh; the sensation was as warm and delicate as congealed fat, yet also exuded fine beads of sweat from the pain, shimmering like pearls in the moonlight, as if they would burst with a gentle breath.
Lord Link's Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep breath, his abdominal and gluteal muscles suddenly tensing like a drawn bowstring; at this moment, he was like a commander on the battlefield, smelling the blood and glory of the decisive moment, his nerve endings burning with tremors.
Lord Link leaned over the trembling, pale body before him, his chest pressed tightly against Olivia's sweat-soaked back, the rising heat carrying a mix of body scent and the salty tang of pain, intertwining into a strange allure with each breath.
His lips approached her face, contorted with intense pain, his tongue licking her bitten lip; the salty taste of blood mixed with her beast-like gasps, transforming into an aphrodisiac poison.
A pair of large hands gripped the two huge, bouncing breasts from behind, struggling with pain, his fingertips sinking into the soft, resilient flesh, like kneading two steaming clouds.
He deliberately made the heavy, jade-like breasts undulate into an enchanting arc, swaying and twisting, like two snow lotuses battered by a downpour, blooming with decadent juice in his palms.
"Olivia, this... is truly a breathtaking sight."
Lord Link's throat let out a low, hoarse sigh, his massive member grinding against every fold in the tight passage, twisting pain and pleasure into silver threads of slow torture.
"You should be proud to bear this honor."
Olivia's whimpers shattered into broken notes, tears mixing with sweat, dampening her temples.
The torn passage continuously oozed trickles of blood.
Yet, Lord Link became even more aroused by this mournful crying, his iron-like hands gripping her slender waist, each thrust carrying the brute force of conquest, crushing her cries and pleas into dust.
This struggle was destined from the start—he was both the tyrant who controlled life and death and the evil god who enjoyed sacrifice.
And she was merely the trembling lamb on the altar, offering a bloody ritual to this violent frenzy with her broken moans.
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