Regarding Garona, Arthas didn't have too many thoughts, or rather, no intense desire. He didn't lack women; what he lacked were helpers. So he wasn't in that much of a hurry. To fuck a woman was easy, but to win over a woman's heart was the real trouble.
After settling Garona, Arthas continued his hard work. Alchemy, forging equipment, weaving cloth, skinning, leatherworking, enchanting, jewelcrafting, and more—there were many professional skills, and he had much to practice.
Setting down his jewelcrafting tools, he shook his aching arms. It was already dark outside. His maid, Vanessa, was quietly meditating nearby. "What time is it?"
"It's early morning, Your Highness. Princess Jaina came to see you, but she left when she saw you were busy." Vanessa rose and walked over, gently massaging Arthas's sore muscles. Ever since she had lost her virginity to Arthas, she had become even more tender, showing none of the fierce indifference of a female assassin on the battlefield. Her gentleness was a side only her master, Arthas, could enjoy.
"Go get some meat," Arthas instructed. After confirming Omiya's location, he used the Arcane Network to teleport to her, handed over the supplies, and then teleported back. After a hard day's work, these items needed to be sold promptly to recover funds and increase his skill proficiency. Once his proficiency was high enough, he could craft more advanced items—Magic Flying Carpets, Mechanical Motorcycles, and even Small Aircraft.
Forging could create the strongest Legendary-quality weapons and armor, Jewelcrafting could produce Magical Jewelry, and Inscription and Enchanting could add unexpected effects. There was much Arthas wanted: Water Walking, Gathering Speed Increase, enchanting weapons with Life Steal, and adding Damage Absorption Shields to armor. The strong would become stronger, and the tough would become tougher.
Stretching his limbs, Arthas walked out and encountered Onyxia and Alleria chatting in the living room. These two women were both his wives, and they rarely sat down to chat unless it was necessary.
"Even if you're working, you shouldn't skip meals. I brought some fresh mountain roasted chicken; eat it while it's hot." Onyxia produced a tray with a golden-brown roasted chicken, plump and glistening with oil, paired with mountain yams found only on snowy peaks, offering a unique flavor.
Alleria placed a fruit salad on the table with a smile. "This is for dessert. You must be exhausted today."
"Are you both finished with your work?" Arthas didn't stand on ceremony; he took the roasted chicken and began to eat. He was truly starving. When focused on a task, one doesn't feel hunger, but once the work is done and the mind relaxes, fatigue and hunger come rushing in.
The living room was filled with a joyful atmosphere as two enchanting, mature beauties smiled while watching a youth wolf down his food. Both women were breathtakingly beautiful, possessing elegant and noble temperaments; to have even one would be a blessing from one's ancestors. Now that both were Arthas's wives, it was hard not to evoke jealousy. One would normally want to spend all day in bed with such a woman until their strength was spent, so what about having both together?
"We're finished; there isn't much to do lately. The Black Dragonflight can take a rest. If you have time, help us cleanse another batch of dragon eggs of their corruption." Onyxia winked her beautiful eyes. She simply wanted to be with Arthas and perhaps engage in some "breeding" along the way. She had been longing to get pregnant recently, to bear a child for Arthas—a child of their own. Seeing how healthily Athena and Artemis were growing, she constantly dreamed of what her own child's future would be like.
"Of course, I'll be free for a while soon. But if you want the best results, wait a bit longer. The Forge in Un'Goro Crater still needs time to recharge; it'll be better after a while." After Arthas finished the chicken, Vanessa pushed in a dining cart filled with many burgers. This was Arthas's favorite food—simple and convenient. While perhaps not the most gourmet, it was certainly the most practical.
"No problem, you call the shots," Onyxia said, unhurried. Having waited this long, she didn't mind waiting a bit more.
"Are the recent clothes comfortable? I'm planning to design some erotic lingerie; it'll be more fun then!" While eating, Arthas shot mischievous glances at the two women. Both Onyxia and Alleria had top-tier figures. Onyxia enjoyed transforming into her human form; with her long black hair, she possessed both the gentleness of an Eastern woman and the allure of a Western one—an ultimate temptress. Meanwhile, Alleria's elven appearance was a feast for the eyes, her fair, jade-like skin making her look like a perfect work of art one couldn't help but touch. Either of them was a gift in a man's bed; having just one was more than enough.
The two women glanced at each other and shared a silent, playful scoff. The recent trend of stockings and high heels had been started by Arthas. He had even organized a fashion show where women walked across a stage. It had been scheduled right after Lirath's concert, an event attended by the wealthy and noble. Naturally, they would spend money to buy these items for their mistresses. As for their wives? Domestic flowers are never as fragrant as wild ones!
Arthas ate quickly and had a strong digestion. The more he ate, the more energy he converted. Perhaps due to his frequent use of Life Essence, his physique was improving. Even with his frequent indulgences, he didn't worry about exhaustion; one good meal was enough to replenish him.
"I'm full! Ladies, come and take a bath with me!" Arthas eagerly pulled the two women up. Once his belly was full, his mind naturally turned to his other needs.
"Oh, you!" Onyxia was the more provocative one, and she let Arthas lead her into the room with his arms around them.
When Vanessa and Illucia finished tidying up and approached the room, the sounds of intense passion were already echoing from the bathroom. There were the sounds of fierce thrusting and passionate kissing—he was bedding one while kissing the other.
The two maids looked at each other, their expressions a mix of longing and bashfulness. A thought flashed through their minds: Master is truly too powerful. If it were us, we would surely be soaring in bliss!