What could be more interesting than watching a group of beautiful girls dancing in front of you? Perhaps it was watching a curvaceous, mature woman dance. Whether it was a mature woman or a young girl, each had their own flavor. Fucking a mature woman brought the sinful pleasure of trampling on a senior's dignity, while fucking a young girl offered a fresh and stimulating thrill. To pin a young girl down and play with her, enjoying the tightness of a youthful body—that kind of conquest could only be felt, not described!
After one song ended, Jaina clapped her hands. "Alright, everyone take a break. There's lemonade nearby to drink, and we'll continue in a moment." Having said that, she walked toward Arthas, her body still exuding a thin layer of sweat, possessing an ultimate sexiness.
"Brother, why are you here?"
"I came to see my wife! It turns out my wife looks so good when she dances. You should continue dancing for me tonight—I want to see you without clothes!" Arthas teased in a low voice. Jaina was not here; she was still practicing hard, having reached a stage of breakthrough recently, so she rarely went out.
Jaina was not shy; instead, she cast a flirtatious glance at Arthas from an angle no one else could see. "As long as you want to see it, I can show you anytime."
Gulp! Looking at his ravishing sister, Arthas felt a surge of restlessness. He suppressed his excitement and tilted his head toward another girl. "The little princess of the Valen family came to participate too?"
Jaina looked at the other charming young girl and lightly stroked her golden hair. "Yes, she asked how to join, so I let her. The Valen family canceled the engagement with the Abbendis family, saying that Quva needs to focus on academic research and cannot fulfill the engagement with Brigitte. Both sides have peacefully dissolved the contract."
All of this was the handiwork of Nalice; she had arranged it. Heaven knew what methods she had used, but now it seemed things were going smoothly. Black Dragons left people with the impression of being sinister and cunning; fortunately, Onyxia was his wife, otherwise he would truly need to be careful. Women could also stir up stormy waves; underestimating an opponent would only lead to one's downfall in a gutter.
"Observe her well. Brigitte is working under me, and there will be many battles to fight in the future; I'll need her." Arthas wouldn't push away meat that was delivered to his mouth. When he would eat it depended on his mood. For now, he just wanted to quickly develop his territory so he could finally take Jaina as his own.
"Fine, I will do it well." Jaina narrowed her beautiful eyes. Any factor that dared to be detrimental to her brother had to be eliminated. Her mother Lianne had explained the clubhouse model to her—it was about maintaining personal connections. In Arthas's career, she would help him smooth over relations. There were some things that weren't appropriate for them to do, so handing them to other nobles—leaving bad things for bad people—was the most suitable path.
"When the location of the territory is confirmed, I will take you to see it." Arthas smiled meaningfully, pinched his sister's cheek, and left. He had intended to say something else, but it didn't seem like the right time.
Jaina's face turned red, and her heart skipped a beat. Would that moment be when her brother finally deflowered her? Was she finally going to become her brother's woman? Seeing that even her aunt had been made pregnant, she was also quite looking forward to it. Life following her brother was always happy and joyful, and she lacked the constraints on her freedom she had before; now, she could do whatever she wanted.
"Alright!"
Leaving the manor, he visited his aunt for a while, chatted briefly, and then departed.
Arthas teleported back to his territory. The massive manor had only a few maidservants; the guards here were all arcane constructs. They usually remained motionless, but when someone intruded, the arcane sentries on their heads could reveal any stealthed targets and beat them to death.
Before an alchemy table, Arthas tinkered with potions, repeating his progress-bar work. He converted low-level materials into mid-level ones and then crafted them into different types of potions: those for assisting casting speed, healing injuries, and dispelling curses. These potions sold very well, especially in Booty Bay to the far south, which was a gathering place for pirates and adventurers; such potions could often save their lives.
When Omiya's fleet first entered, they fought with the local Blackwater Raiders. The result, naturally, was the Blackwater Raiders being defeated and raising the white flag. Omiya's fleet was escorted by Naga at all times, and these Naga could easily summon local Murlocs to assist. Especially in coastal areas, a large swarm of Murlocs poking holes in the bottom of a ship was a nightmare for any pirate. Those who dared to go into the water to fight Murlocs often became the Murlocs' meal; Murlocs didn't mind having an extra serving of human flesh.
After the one-sided war ended, Omiya successfully entered Booty Bay, a city built by Goblins. Furthermore, she obtained trade rights without paying a single copper in processing fees.
The master of the Blackwater Raiders and the boss of Booty Bay, Baron Revilgaz, was very unhappy but helpless. Although Omiya didn't pay the fees, trade was still conducted through him. He would sell to adventurers at high prices, and how he fleeced them was his own business. After a single trade deal, he would have at least a few thousand gold coins in income—not much, but not a small amount either. Most importantly, Revilgaz couldn't defeat Omiya's fleet, let alone the Dragonkin on those ships! Those Dragons were not easy to deal with. If he attacked Omiya, he would be facing giants like the Dragons and the Lordaeron Alliance.
If the Kul Tiras fleet ever attacked, even he would have to buy a boat ticket and flee early. The only ones who could confront and suppress the Kul Tiras fleet were those Trolls of Zandalar. However, those Trolls were eccentric and often disappeared without a trace. Since the two sides didn't have much conflict and were in a trade relationship, they didn't fight, which naturally became the reason for the Kul Tiras fleet's far-reaching fame.
After finishing an hour of alchemy crafting, Arthas stretched. Recently, he had been working hard. To have more stability, he still needed to set up professional buildings in the territory. If he wanted something, he could just place an order; when the time was up, he could pick up the goods. It was simple, convenient, and saved both worry and effort. He didn't know how much better it could get.
Just then, the maidservant Vanessa walked in, her lotus steps light, exuding the charm of a young wife. Her red lips parted slightly, "Highness, Archmage Khadgar is outside requesting an audience. He also brought a female orc."
"I understand, I'll head over now." Arthas pinched Vanessa's pert buttocks. "Make sure to rest; don't overwork yourself!"
Vanessa's heart was instantly filled with tenderness, her eyes unable to hide her adoration. "Yes, Highness."