Night quietly fell.
The new round of training for Olivia was still in full swing.
In the bathroom, steam billowed. Olivia had just washed away her fatigue. Link then handed her a milky white silk robe, thin as a cicada's wing. The silk robe felt soft to the touch, like a cloud, light and almost weightless in her hand.
"Put it on quickly."
Link stood by, his voice containing an irresistible urgency.
Olivia bit her lower lip slightly, and finally slowly draped the silk robe over her body.
In the dim candlelight, she looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but lose herself for a moment.
In the mirror, her wet golden hair curled like nimble golden snakes, falling beside her flushed cheeks after bathing, and then freely scattered over her rounded shoulders. The spotless white silk robe, thin as gauze, paired with her golden hair, made her appear like the Virgin Mary descended, pure and noble.
The silk robe did provide some concealment; through the mirror, it didn't fully reveal her figure, but merely subtly outlined the alluring curves of her voluptuous body.
However, her proud, ample breasts could not be hidden no matter what.
Looking down from her high, prominent chest, two clear areolas and nipple-like red beans were distinctly visible, adding a touch of alluring sensuality to her otherwise sacred appearance.
This alluring beauty, a blend of sacredness and sensuality, even made Olivia's own heart race.
And Link, standing beside her, had long since had his eyes gleaming and his breathing quickening.
His impatient demeanor was like a beast about to pounce on its prey.
However, today, Link was not content to confine their activities to the bedroom.
Taking advantage of the deep night, he pulled Olivia by the hand and led her directly to the open-air balcony on the top floor of the castle.
Link made Olivia lean over the battlements of the terrace, sticking out her round, perky bottom.
"No... not here... someone might see..." Olivia's face was flushed with shame, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with panic and resistance.
"Who would be idle enough to look here in the middle of the night? If you keep talking, do you believe I'll drag you here during the day and give you a good 'service'!"
Link frowned, his tone containing a hint of threat.
Before he finished speaking, he impatiently reached his hand directly into the white robe, thin as a cicada's wing, and precisely grasped Olivia's two round, warm globes, like white jade.
Immediately after, with a thrust of his waist, Link began his powerful thrusts.
Link was like a skilled sculptor, step by step reshaping Olivia, gradually erasing her sense of shame and morality in this storm-like carving... As the first ray of dawn gently pierced through the window lattice, a new day quietly arrived.
Link slowly woke up during Olivia's 'morning bite', patted her perky, rounded snowy buttocks, and stood up to stretch.
After washing his face and going downstairs to enjoy the cheese bread prepared by the maids, Link first went to see Kim Mi-jung.
At this time, Kim Mi-jung had just woken up not long ago, still wearing a plain white nightgown, her eyes blurry with sleep as she groggily walked to the well, bent down to draw a bucket of water, and began to wash up.
In this still backward era, the concept of a bathroom had not yet appeared.
Everyone washed up by drawing water directly from the well and then finding a corner to quickly take care of it.
As for going to the toilet, one could only go to the extremely rudimentary dry latrine. Even if he was the Lord of a City, the environment was only slightly better.
As a modern person, Link was naturally very unaccustomed to such primitive living conditions.
Link was also planning to improve these living facilities at some point to make life more comfortable.
However, before that, he still had to figure out how to make money first.
After all, a clever housewife cannot cook without rice; relying solely on Winterfell City's meager tax revenue, without strong financial support, all plans to improve life are just castles in the air.
"Did you sleep soundly last night?" Link walked slowly to Kim Mi-jung's side and asked with concern.
"Oh, it's Lord Link!"
At this moment, Kim Mi-jung was crouching by the lawn, washing her face with water drawn from the well.
Hearing his voice, she looked up at Link, a faint smile on her lips: "It was quite good. The maids made a thick bed for me last night, it was soft and comfortable."
"It's good that you're getting used to it. In a few days, I'll arrange a personal maid for you to specifically look after your daily life," Link said with a gentle smile.
"You are truly too kind to me, Lord Link, I don't know how I can ever repay you..."
Kim Mi-jung lowered her head slightly, her voice full of gratitude.
"Completing the tasks I assign you is the best way to repay me."
Link gently patted Kim Mi-jung's shoulder, then smiled and teased: "Of course, if you're willing to offer yourself, that would naturally be excellent as well."
"This..." Kim Mi-jung's cheeks instantly flushed, and she shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
However, she also understood that Link's remark was just a joke. After a moment of thought, she picked up the wooden basin beside her and said, "Lord, I've finished washing up, I need to go to work now."
"Work? Are you really treating this like a modern workplace?" Link couldn't help but laugh.
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