Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

Link lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on Anne Roger, his gaze filled with admiration and desire.

His heart pounded faster and his breathing became rapid. He felt as if he were irresistibly drawn to Anne Roger's beauty.

"Come on, come on."

After watching Anne Roger take a bath, Link lay on the bed and patted the bed beside him. The sound was deep and seductive, as if beckoning Anne Roger.

Anne Roger, the steel witch, obediently walked over. She had just taken a shower, and her wet hair clung to her forehead in strands, with water droplets sliding down her hair and dripping onto her shoulders.

Her fair face still had a rosy glow from the heat, making her look incredibly alluring.

She was now only covered by a clean white towel, but how could that thin towel possibly conceal her voluptuous and plump figure?

The towel could barely cover her chest and buttocks, leaving large swathes of skin exposed to Link's eyes.

Anne Roger playfully climbed onto the bed, but she didn't lie down directly next to Link.

Instead, she lay on Link's lower body, her eyes filled with a mischievous and teasing look.

She pulled back the blanket covering Link, revealing his enormous, already erect member. It was majestic and magnificent, exuding a powerful masculine aura.

After watching a live stream of someone taking a bath, my second brother naturally stood up straight, full of desire.

Anne Roger looked at the weapon that was about to bring her joy, and thinking about what was going to happen tonight, she couldn't help but laugh: "Tonight, Lord Link is mine alone."

Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of pride and satisfaction.

Don't expect a steel witch to have the sense of shame that ordinary people have.

In her opinion, being able to spend the night with Lord Link was an incredibly happy thing.

As she spoke, she opened her cherry-like mouth and swallowed the enormous thing with great difficulty, then slowly took it in all the way to the base.

Although her movements were somewhat clumsy, they were full of enthusiasm and eagerness.

"what--"

Link let out a pleasant sigh. He looked at Anne Roger, who was struggling to swallow and ejaculate, and then, thinking about what she had just said, he suddenly realized that he might have been the one being seduced.

However, this feeling seemed quite good, and a unique excitement welled up inside him.

Ahem! Seemingly noticing Link's unusual behavior, Anne Roger paused in her breathing. She looked up, coughed lightly, and asked with a hint of worry in her eyes, "Does Lord Link not like this?"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was afraid that Link would reject her.

"Of course not, I like it this way, Anne Roger, keep trying, keep going!"

Link stroked Anne Roger's hair, which was soft and smooth, with a faint fragrance. He then rubbed her plump cheeks, which were soft and elastic, and he couldn't help but rub them a few more times.

Encouraged by Link, Anne Roger served even more diligently.

Her tongue glided nimbly over the massive object, sometimes licking lightly, sometimes sucking, every movement filled with seduction.

Link felt a strong pleasure coming from his lower body, which made him unable to help but let out a series of low groans.

"Oh ho—" Lin Keshuang exclaimed, his voice filled with satisfaction and pleasure.

However, Anne Roger clearly didn't want Link to burst out of her little mouth so soon.

She stopped her oral service, then mounted Link's waist and hips, spreading her long, slender, white thighs, her delicate waist and hips facing the enormous thing below.

Without any hesitation, Anne Roger took hold of the massive member, aligned it with her narrow, closed entrance, and slowly sat down. The entrance was narrow and tight, and the massive member struggled to squeeze in, bringing waves of pain and pleasure.

"Ah—!" A melodious groan escaped her throat, a sound that contained both pain and satisfaction.

Link let out a long breath, feeling Anne Roger's warm and tight embrace, and a strong desire welled up in his heart.

He reached out and untied the towel wrapped around Anne Roger's body, taking one of her full, alluring breasts in each hand. Her breasts were soft and supple, changing shape in his hands. As he fondled them, he softly asked, "Have you been adjusting well to life here these past few days?" His voice was deep and gentle, full of concern.

Anne Roger hasn't been in this world for very long, and as her Lord Link, Link naturally wants to show his concern.

Anne Roger supported her abdomen with both arms, her skin between her thighs pressed against Link's body, as she laboriously moved back and forth, rubbing his enormous member against her body.

She gasped softly as she spoke, "Ah...it's okay...Lina...Asagi and the others...they've all taken good care of me..." Her voice was broken, tinged with a hint of panting and shyness.

"Oh, I see. That puts my mind at ease. But speaking of which, it seems like Anne Roger turns back into a little girl at certain times, right? Is she still like that now?" Link continued to ask, his eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

“On the night of the new moon… the magic of the Yaksha sword will weaken… so it will… turn back into a little girl…” Anne Roger said breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over.

"So that means I'll have a chance to lose my virginity once a month from now on! That's awesome!"

Link said excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

On the night of the new moon, which is the beginning of each lunar month, Anne Roger will revert to her form as a large-breasted young girl because the magic of the magic sword weakens.

At that time, the hymen will also be repaired.

Being able to play in two modes, and experiencing losing your virginity once a month, enjoying the tightness of a virgin, is simply amazing!

Anne Roger's eyes were glazed over, and her cheeks and chest were flushed and hot. Link knew that Anne Roger was very excited.

Well then, let's satisfy her first.

Feeling a surge of affection for her, Link didn't press the matter further. He grabbed Anne Roger's waist, twisted his body, and pinned her to the bed.

"Ah—!" Anne Roger cried out softly. Throughout the entire process, his enormous member never left her body.

He pinned her down, spreading her slender, delicate legs into an M shape. He then used his knees to hold them together, preventing them from closing. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he began to pound into her repeatedly.

"Ahhhhhh!" Lying down, Anne Roger couldn't help but want to curl up her tender waist and lift her soft, big buttocks as high as possible to welcome his thrusts.

Her soft moans blended with the creaking of the bed, occasionally hitting the wall with a dull thud.

The sound echoed in the room, filled with ambiguity and passion.

As Link sprinted forward, Anne Roger found it increasingly difficult to keep up.

Her cheeks were flushed, her delicate body was covered in fragrant sweat, her large eyes even rolled upwards to the whites, and her little red tongue lolled out as she panted, "Ah—Lord Link—ah—"

Her voice was full of longing and satisfaction, as if she were telling Link how she felt.

She called out to Link, who, without any disgust, lowered his head and kissed her small mouth, his lips pressing against her delicate tongue, and then began to lick and suck.

The sweet taste spread in their mouths, immersing them both in its pleasure. The intense stimulation from both sides brought the witch to the brink of unconsciousness.

She wanted to scream, but with her tongue bound, she could only utter a series of indistinct whimpers. In the end, she was so excited that tears came out, but she still couldn't express her excitement.

Finally, with Link's final thrust, he had penetrated to the deepest part of Anne Roger's body, releasing a large amount of scorching life force.

The hot liquid flowed through Anne Roger's body, giving her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

it's all over.

Link then lay down next to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and gently stroked her hair with one hand, breathing softly.

Anne Rogers' eyes remained vacant, as if she were still lost in a blissful reverie. Her body was still trembling slightly, as if she were still immersed in that intense passion.

It took her a long time to regain consciousness and realize that he was still caressing her.

“Lord Link…” Her voice was soft and sweet, full of dependence and affection.

Link reached out a finger and gently hooked her delicate little nose, then smiled and asked, "Is it comfortable?" His eyes were full of tenderness and affection.

Anne Roger lowered her head shyly and murmured, "Mmm." A blush rose on her cheeks, like a blooming flower. At this moment, she was immersed in the sweetness of love, her heart filled with happiness and contentment.

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120. Hehehe (10,000-word update)

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin morning mist over Winterfell, Safina and Falashia slowly stepped out of their temporary residence amidst the orderly footsteps of the guards.

The guards, clad in heavy armor that gleamed coldly in the morning light, stood guard closely behind the two princesses, their expressions solemn, each holding a long spear, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Link didn't completely restrict their freedom; at least within Winterhold, they could move around freely.

However, this so-called freedom is nothing more than a superficial phenomenon.

The guards, though seemingly protecting them, were actually like invisible eyes, constantly monitoring their every move.

In addition, there is also Mizuki Yukikaze, who is now specifically responsible for keeping an eye on them.

Mizuki Yukikaze always followed quietly not far away, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, not missing any suspicious signs.

With Mizuki Yukikaze and the guards around, the three women naturally couldn't cause any trouble.

Even those ordinary assassins and killers with ulterior motives who wanted to harm them could be easily dealt with by Yukikaze thanks to her superior martial arts skills.

Okay, back to the point.

Now, Safina and Falashia strolled through the streets of Winter City. Looking at the completely unfamiliar Winter City before them, Falashia fell into silence.

In just a month or so, Winterfell has transformed from a barren border town into the magnificent city it is today, like a meticulously crafted gem.

When she first came here, her impression of Winterfell was that its walls were a bit taller than those of other border cities, and the environment was a bit cleaner and tidier.

But now, the city before me is completely different from the city I remember.

The city walls were built even taller and thicker, like an indestructible Great Wall of Steel, tightly protecting Winterfell within.

The unidentified weapons displayed on the city wall gleamed mysteriously in the sunlight, sending a chill down one's spine.

These weapons have a unique design and exude a chilling aura, as if they could devour the enemy instantly at the slightest command.

The houses in the city were transformed from dilapidated wooden huts into sturdy stone houses built with mud and steel bars.

These stone houses stand neatly arranged on both sides of the street, seemingly impregnable, like loyal guardians of Winterfell, silently protecting the people within its walls.

The ground was also smoothed out with that kind of mud mortar, making each step crisp and powerful. Flowers, trees, and shrubs were planted on both sides of the road, with colorful flowers blooming in competition, emitting a fragrant aroma, adding a touch of vitality to this magnificent city.

"My God, how long has it been..."

Farahia couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

Safina saw more than Farahia; her keen eyes seemed to penetrate the city's surface and see something deeper.

What she saw was the residents working with great enthusiasm, their faces beaming with happiness, showing no dissatisfaction whatsoever with their lives. Some were busily moving building materials on construction sites, while others were warmly greeting customers in shops; everyone was contributing their own strength to the development of the city.

What she saw were the soldiers standing tall and upright, their discipline impeccable. They patrolled the streets with firm steps, their eyes revealing fearless courage and loyalty.

What she saw were children singing folk songs about Link's achievements; their clear voices echoed in the air, as if it were a form of praise and reverence for Link.

So how could such a city be defeated?

This city is like an impregnable fortress, full of powerful strength both materially and spiritually.

It has a united people, disciplined soldiers, and a hopeful future.

“Sister, it seems we made the right choice. If the entire North were like this Winterhold, I think our two brothers’ armies would be no match for him.”

Safina spoke softly, her eyes revealing a hint of determination and confidence.

Farahia nodded slightly, knowing full well that Safina's words were true.

The city's vitality and strength filled her with hope for the future.

As soon as Safina finished speaking, a soldier jogged up behind her.

The soldier's footsteps were hurried and powerful. He came to Safina, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Lord Link has something he wants to discuss with you two. Please return to the city lord's mansion as soon as possible."

Safina and Farahia exchanged a glance, both filled with doubt, wondering why Link had sought them out.

Link sought them out for the reason, of course—a declaration of war against the traitors!

In the spacious and bright study of the city lord's mansion, the proclamation against the thieves, which had been prepared by Jin Meiting and Luo Suli, was reviewed and revised by Link.

This proclamation condemning the traitors is a masterpiece, listing the various crimes of the eldest and second princes.

From the plot to murder the old king to the cruel act of harming his own sister, every detail is described in detail, as if a series of bloody scenes are presented to the audience.

It vividly describes their heinous acts of disrespect for the emperor and their fathers in their pursuit of the throne and power, and their murder of loyal officials; every word is scathing.

Safina and Farahia sat at the desk, quietly reading the proclamation condemning the traitor.

As they read on, their expressions grew increasingly serious.

There were some crimes involved that even the two younger sisters were unaware of.

In short, everything, whether it was relevant or not, was listed.

because...

“Your Highness Safina, as long as this proclamation against the traitors came from your mouth, its authenticity is beyond doubt.”