The power of the Sharingan was truly astonishing.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider this "Demon King's Demonic Eye" as an independent system. It possesses powerful and mysterious superpowers, capable of discerning personal information such as the target's level, favorability, and difficulty of conquest.
As long as one continuously conquers women, this demonic eye will grow stronger, unlocking more unimaginable special abilities.
Take the ability to stop time, for example; it is simply an existence against the heavens.
Not only that, but one can also use the demonic eye to enhance personal attributes and increase one's charm. As long as it is used correctly, dealing with women will be effortless, won't it?
... (Maintenance on June 6th resulted in a ban, this part below has been revised for a long time, the original version was a corrupted version, you can check it in the group...)
Inside the room, a warm atmosphere permeated, and it had already become a cozy haven for the emotional intertwining of the three.
At this moment, Olivia's soft and slightly hurried gasps echoed in the room. The sound was full of uncontrollable joy, like a happy symphony welling up from the depths of her heart; only extreme pleasure could produce such a moving sound.
The sounds of clothing rubbing and bodies moving intertwined; the echo of the previous sound had not completely faded before a new sound gently began again. That sound was like a soft dance, slowly playing in the room, each rhythm carrying an indescribable tacit agreement.
In the air, a faint, warm scent permeated, a scent that warmed the heart, filling every corner of the room, warming every inch of space.
Link occasionally leaned his head gently on Olivia's shoulder, an action carrying a hint of lingering affection and tenderness. His closeness made Olivia's breathing more rapid, as if all the passion in her heart had been ignited.
Olivia passionately raised her slender legs, gently wrapping them around Link's waist. Her toes curled slightly, her nostrils flared gently, and her breathing became somewhat hurried.
That wonderful feeling, like a spring breeze, swept over her whole body, intoxicating her, making her feel incredibly comfortable. Her gasps, with the undulations of her body, became more rapid, as if she was about to welcome that moment of happiness again.
Her pretty face, radiant with happiness, was now tinged with a faint blush, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, beautiful enough to stir one's heart.
"It's coming!" Link's voice held a hint of excitement, his breathing becoming rapid and deep.
Olivia was now immersed in this happiness, her mind somewhat hazy, her thoughts drifting.
She only wanted to continue to be immersed in this warmth and joy; all other worries had long been cast aside.
"Oh! Come on! My... dear Master!" Olivia whispered, her voice full of anticipation.
Hearing this, Link's movements became even gentler; he slowly drew near, then embraced her tightly, conveying this deep affection to Olivia.
The warm embrace, wave after wave, carried endless deep affection. Each embrace made Olivia feel Link's abundant love.
And Link, as if having inexhaustible energy, quickly regained his calm, his heart now full of satisfaction.
He looked down at Olivia beneath him, seeing a faint blush on her neck and a happy smile on her pretty face, clearly completely immersed in this sweetness.
"Are you happy?" Link's lips curved into a gentle smile; he reached out and gently stroked Olivia's cheeks, which were flushed with happiness.
"Happy! Master... Ah... Master can treat me like this every day!"
Olivia showed no resistance; the pleasure in her body continued. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling the warmth that swept over her body like a spring breeze, and the intoxicating afterglow of happiness.
Happiness was so simple, so within reach, so wonderfully beautiful.
For nearly an hour, Link maintained a traditional embracing posture with Olivia, and through their emotional intertwining, she experienced moments of happiness at least ten times. Initially, the first time came after ten minutes, then it averaged once every five minutes. The continuous moments of happiness made Olivia's face radiate with a satisfied smile; although she was a little tired now, her face was full of happiness.
Link gasped for air, his resolute face covered in sweat, which slid down his firm features, outlining his profile even more clearly.
This sight made Isabelle's heart beat a little faster.
Link wouldn't miss this opportunity; he unhesitatingly gently pulled Isabelle into his arms, tenderly kissing the girl whose skin was as fair as congealed fat.
Isabelle, like her mother, had skin so tender it seemed water could be squeezed from it, plus the unique youthful vitality and playful cuteness of a maiden. Link thought to himself, if he didn't let her feel this warmth and joy, it would truly be a waste of this beautiful time.
"Ah!"
Link gasped for air, gently placing his hands on Isabelle's tightly closed legs, slowly parting them into a warm and beautiful pose.
He leaned in gently, full of tenderness.
"I'm coming, oh~" Link whispered. At this moment, Isabelle's heart was already full of anticipation; without any unnecessary preamble, he slowly drew near.
Isabelle was still an innocent maiden, how could she be accustomed to Link's intimate actions? She immediately let out a soft hum.
However, under Link's gentle gaze and actions, the initial discomfort quickly transformed into an indescribably warm feeling.
Link could clearly feel that as he slowly drew closer, Isabelle's body deep within gradually relaxed on its own.
That mysterious place, as if having its own rhythm, began to adjust its state, adapting bit by bit to his presence.
Link lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on Isabelle's fair face, and unhesitatingly gently kissed her forehead.
At the same time, his large hand gently stroked her body; wherever his fingertips traced, it seemed to ignite clusters of warm sparks, warming every nerve of Isabelle.
Link certainly had quite a knack for making people feel warmth and happiness.
Although everyone's feelings are broadly similar, there are also individual differences.
By now, Link had accumulated a good deal of experience, and he knew how to make Isabelle immerse herself in this happiness more quickly.
Under this gentle offensive, Isabelle initially kept her body tense, but it wasn't long before she relaxed a bit and began to enjoy this wonderful feeling.
Link thought to himself that he had spent too little time with Isabelle, making her a bit unaccustomed.
But it didn't matter; with more time together in the future, she would get used to it.
Thinking this, Link's lips curved into a gentle smile.
He bent down, gently stroking Isabelle's shoulders with both hands, while kissing her cheek, and their breaths soon mingled.
Link knew that giving Isabelle enough tenderness would make her more comfortable. Since she was already someone he cherished, he naturally wouldn't make her feel uneasy.
Link slowly approached Isabelle, as if entering a world full of warmth.
The surrounding tenderness tightly enveloped him, accompanied by gentle touches, like a spring breeze caressing his face.
The strong feeling of warmth filled Link's heart with emotion; waves of happiness rose from his heart, rushing to his head, intoxicating him.
Isabelle couldn't help but let out a soft hum; under Link's continuous gentle actions, she began to fall.
That warm feeling kept coming, making her feel somewhat intoxicated.
This happiness, from the inside out, little by little replaced the previous discomfort, giving way to a new, indescribable feeling.
Her body was full of warmth, yet endlessly memorable.
The feeling of fulfillment made her involuntarily open her small mouth; Link's large hand gently held hers, their hands clasped tightly, conveying their feelings to each other.
Before long, Isabelle even felt a desire to cry—tears of happiness.
At some point, Isabelle's two snow-white arms had wrapped around Link's neck, and they embraced tightly.
Link vigorously gave warmth, like a spring breeze weaving between their hearts.
This feeling was so wonderful that Link himself was somewhat intoxicated.
Compared to the tenderness brought by a mature person like Olivia, Isabelle, as a maiden, was more shy, and the warmth brought by this shyness was even purer.
The advantage of mature people, however, is mainly their rich emotions and more natural expression, allowing Link to feel abundant deep affection without many words.
People with rich emotions are often better at making each other feel warmth; this is a fact.
Strong feelings of happiness continuously came like an electric shock, filling Link's heart with emotion.
The warm response from deep within almost melted Link's heart; this warmth nearly brought tears to Link's eyes—it was truly too much happiness!
After the happiness, Isabelle's eyes were hazy; at this moment, she felt incredibly happy.
Link gently placed Isabelle's hand in his palm; the change in posture made Isabelle let out a soft gasp.
Clearly, this warmth made her feel happy again.
Link gently kissed the back of Isabelle's hand, while tenderly stroking it, and giving warmth even more intently.
This action made Isabelle's heart tremble fiercely; in this warmth, Link's gentle shadow was completely etched into her heart.
"Isabelle, today is our wedding, oh. Come, wear the ring I prepared for you."
Link said, and after Isabelle reached an unprecedented climax again, he took out a Yin Ring.
With a cry of sorrow from Isabelle, as the Yin Ring was put on, this lewd 'wedding' finally came to an end.
(Revised for a long time, check this part in the group...)
... The next morning, sunlight gently streamed outside Winterfell City's plaza, casting a faint golden hue over the open space.
Cecilia, the Sword Saintess, stood gracefully beside Link, her gaze drawn to a strangely shaped iron creation before her. Her eyes were full of curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask, "What is this? An iron... big bucket?" She tilted her head, her eyes showing a hint of innocence and confusion.
Link smiled slightly and patiently corrected her, "No, this is a cylinder."
"Cylinder?" Cecilia repeated the unfamiliar word, her brow furrowing slightly, her eyes full of bewilderment.
Seeing this, Link pointed to another part of the iron creation and explained in detail, "Yes, it's a cylinder. It can be used to fill with air. Look, do you see that small hole on top? Air enters the cylinder through that small hole, and after entering, it pushes the piston inside to move. The piston, in fact, is just an iron plate slightly smaller than the inner diameter of the cylinder, and it can move freely inside the cylinder."
"Cylinder? Inner diameter? Piston?"
These unfamiliar terms not only left Cecilia completely bewildered, but even Inisa, Bernice, and others standing nearby were left dizzy by these never-before-heard words.
Inisa couldn't help but ask, "Then what are these... cylinders, pistons, and so on, actually for?"
Link's tone carried a hint of excitement as he said, "To build a machine that can move on its own."
Speaking of the steam engine, it was the key prime mover for humanity's first Industrial Revolution, successfully and completely liberating human and animal labor from arduous work.
Simply put, it's like an oversized kettle.
The boiled steam is directed into the cylinder, pushing the piston and connecting rod, thereby converting heat energy into mechanical energy.
Although the principle sounds incredibly simple, actually manufacturing it is by no means easy.
Its main difficulties lie in the airtightness of the cylinder and piston, and the manufacturing process of the air ducts.
Even with the blueprints she previously won in a lottery, Hanna has only managed to build this one prototype so far.
At this moment, Agnes also walked over, her brows furrowed, her gaze fixed on the strange machine.
She had heard Link say before that the power contained within nature was unimaginably strong.
But at this moment, looking at the pile of cold iron in front of her, she felt that Link's previous words were simply lies.
"How is this pile of iron supposed to move? You're joking, right?"
Agnes shook her head, her eyes full of disbelief; she simply couldn't imagine this contraption moving on its own as Link had said.
However, in Link's eyes, this seemingly crude machine exuded a unique industrial beauty.
With the blueprints, standing on the shoulders of giants, he naturally didn't follow the development path of the Newcomen steam engine, the Watt steam engine, and then the improved steam engine.
The first prototype he had Hanna make was already a high-pressure steam engine with double connecting rods and a sliding valve.
"You'll see in a moment."
Link said, then poured a bucket of water into the steam chamber, and then had someone light the firewood.
More than ten minutes passed, and the water gradually boiled under the heat of the firewood, making gurgling sounds as it rolled.
Soon, there was a crackling sound from inside the cylinder, and Link knew it was the sound of the cylinder body expanding from the heat.
The piston's iron plate was thinner, and its expansion and deformation were greater than that of the cylinder body, eventually pressing firmly against the cylinder wall.
"Isn't this just boiling water?"
Agnes whispered curiously.
Cecilia, Inisa, and Bernice also gathered around, watching intently, their faces full of curiosity.
When the cylinder was filled with steam, the scene that excited Link finally appeared.
The piston began to slowly push the connecting rod outwards; when it reached its highest point, another connecting rod quickly pulled the sliding valve, and the steam then pushed the piston inwards.
The two connecting rods moved back and forth, driving the wheels to spin rapidly.
As the fire continued to intensify, the wheel's rotation speed quickly reached its peak.
The machine emitted a piercing roar, and the exhaust port hissed out white steam, like an angry beast roaring, possessing an unstoppable momentum.
"Is this what you meant by... the power hidden in nature?" Agnes asked blankly, her eyes filled with shock.
The large iron wheel on the steam engine spun incredibly fast, and Agnes knew exactly how heavy that large iron wheel was.
And now, standing beside it, she could even clearly feel the airflow stirred up by the wheel hitting her face, which was enough to show that the strength of this iron contraption in front of her was astonishing.
Agnes, possessing great power, was not the kind of foolish person who only had strength.
On the contrary, she was clever and quickly understood the immense potential contained within this machine.
If it could replace human and animal labor, and if it were used on the battlefield to replace horses pulling chariots, then with this brute force alone, ten knights would probably struggle to resist it.
Training a qualified knight takes several years, during which a large amount of resources must be invested, including training, equipment, and so on.
However, manufacturing one such steam engine only takes two weeks.
And this was just the first sample.
If the blacksmiths could become familiar with the manufacturing process, and if steel processing technology became more mature, then the manufacturing time would be further reduced.
This kind of steam engine doesn't need to be fed, nor does one need to worry about it losing power due to cold or hunger; it also isn't afraid of arrows or sword and spear attacks, as long as a ram is installed at the front, it can charge across the battlefield, unstoppable.
In this way, would traditional knights still be necessary?
Agnes fell into deep thought.
She knew that the appearance of this steam engine was very likely to completely change the landscape of warfare, and even affect the entire structure of society.
Those knights who were once mighty on the battlefield might gradually be replaced by this powerful machine.
Cecilia looked at the miraculous machine in front of her, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "This is truly amazing! I never imagined that the power of nature could be utilized in such a way."
Inisa also nodded and said, "Yes, if this machine can be widely applied, our lives will undergo earth-shattering changes."
"Perhaps in the future, we won't even need to ride horses when we go out; we can just take a car driven by this machine, which will be fast and convenient."
Listening to the discussion of the women, Link also secretly nodded.
It was precisely because of their ideas that automobiles, ships, and other industrial machines appeared like mushrooms after rain during the Industrial Revolution.
Human yearning for a better life is the driving force for continuous technological progress.
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