The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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No way~~~

"If you don't feel anything, that's fine. Your pantyhose are getting in the way."

As he spoke, Ron tore open the black pantyhose that revealed the tail of the maid outfit...

"You bastard master, if you do this, the maid will fight back."

Fiona was getting really anxious; her expression had a hint of coquettishness and pleading.

Because she was afraid and worried that if something really happened, she wouldn't be cherished by the other person.

Absolutely not!

"how?"

Ron leaned forward, a mischievous grin on his face, and said:

What do you think I'll do to you?

Seeing his maid's shy demeanor, Ron felt incredibly pleased.

"No, no matter what Master says, this maid will not agree~"

Fiona bit her pink lips tightly, looking at the man behind her with an expression of utter contempt for him.

Although she outwardly showed disdain, she was actually struggling to contain her intense emotions.

How could the maid not know what her master was thinking?

That kind of thing absolutely cannot be allowed to be done so easily by the master...

"So what you promised before doesn't count anymore?"

Ron's hand slowly reached towards the maid's calves, which were encased in black bodysuit stockings, and grabbed them.

“If that’s the case, Fiona, you should start thinking about how to be a good mother.”

"Yes, Master!"

At this moment, Fiona panicked, fearing that the man might do something even more outrageous.

"That's it."

Seeing that he had succeeded, Ron turned around and lay down on the sofa, looking triumphantly at the shy maid in front of him.

"Master, you always force your maids to do weird things, that's the most disgusting thing ever!"

Fiona tied her hair up, pouted, and glared at the man in front of her.

After saying that, she gently placed her round, perky buttocks on the soft sofa, took off her shoes, and revealed her small feet wrapped in black pantyhose.

Perhaps due to nervousness, the delicate pink toes hidden inside twitched restlessly.

"Your legs are trembling, you're just being stubborn, but you actually like it, don't you?"

Looking at the maid in front of him who was extremely unwilling but had to do it, Ron felt incredibly comfortable.

Especially that look of disgust when looking at scumbags, it's great!

"Damn it, what a bastard master! He really has wild ideas. How could a maid possibly like this? Just thinking about it makes me sick!"

Fiona lowered her head slightly, her gaze slowly moving down from the man. After just one glance, her brows furrowed even more.

"That kind of master is disgusting; how could a maid possibly like him?"

That bastard Ron, he always says things like that.

I would never like this kind of thing, and I would never like a lewd master~

Although she said that, for some reason, Fiona's face gradually flushed, and an intense feeling was welling up inside her...

It seems like it could burst out at any moment....

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The swamp territory gets especially cold in the latter half of the night.

The cold wind, carrying its chill, dispelled the lingering warmth of late autumn, but it could not extinguish the burning passion in Fria's heart.

She was doing well in her cultivation at first, but the more she progressed, the more restless she became. Her eyes would often look towards the camp, as if she was expecting someone to arrive.

But she had been waiting for a long time, and Fria's heart was growing more and more anxious, which caused her movements to become distorted, and she began to swing her claws wildly.

Moreover, the tail was used very frequently today, constantly whipping against a protruding rock.

The hard rock was pierced with marks, and it seemed that only the pain from her tail could calm her heart a little.

"Damn!!!"

Fria gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, and slammed it hard against the rock. The force was so great that it made her stagger back several steps.

A few drops of scarlet blood even seeped out from between his fingers.

She let out a long sigh, lay down casually on the ground, and gazed at the starry sky.

Then, as if her tail had offended her, she pressed her tail, which was covered in red scales, to the ground and kept hitting it.

At this moment, Fria seemed to be venting her anger at the man's attack on Ovelle earlier that day.

Or perhaps it's because her tail goes limp and she gets angry when a man touches it, or maybe it's something else...

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Inside the campsite, in the tent, on the sofa, Fiona bit her pink lips tightly, her expression charming, and kept swinging her pink little feet playfully.

"You bastard master, stop staring at the maid's body with those weird looks."

Seeing the man's burning gaze, Fiona, who was half-lying on the sofa with her hands supporting her back, pouted and gave the man a disdainful look.

Damn Ron, what kind of look is that? Does he think I'm acting like this because I like him?

I was completely forced and coerced.

"How could someone as upright as me possibly have strange looks in my eyes?"

Ron lay comfortably on the sofa, looking at his maid with a look of enjoyment.

"The word 'serious' is impossible to be used to describe the master."

Perhaps feeling embarrassed by being stared at, Fiona immediately turned her face away.

That jerk of a master is never serious...

"Fiona, are you tired?"

"Of course, the maid has been to many places today, she's already very tired~"

Hearing the man's words, Fiona pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"Actually, it hurts to see you like this. Here's what I've prepared for you: I've prepared some late-night snacks. After you eat, go back and rest."

As he spoke, Ron stepped forward and put his arm around Fiona's slender waist, pulling her closer.

"No, the maid isn't hungry at all~"

Perhaps worried about gaining weight and developing a big belly from eating too much, Fiona kept shaking her head in refusal.

That bastard Ron's cooking looks awful, how could I possibly eat it....

"This is a token of my appreciation. I'll be sad if you don't eat it."

Ron's fingers gently traced across the maid's fair face, finally stopping at her pink lips.

"Besides, you haven't even eaten it, so you have no factual basis for your judgment on whether other people's food is good or not."

Although Ron may seem a bit unserious at times, he is quite serious when it comes to getting things done.

Although Ron rarely cooks, he prepared this meal with great care.

It's unacceptable for a chef to create a delicious dish, only to have diners criticize it as unpalatable without even tasting it.

"Ron~"

Fiona sniffed and looked at the man in front of her with a wronged expression.

She tried to act cute to remind the other person of the happy times they had when they were childhood sweethearts.

“Fiona, the look on your face makes me want you to eat this whole big midnight snack.”

Ron was carrying a large bowl of food, which was a bit burnt and looked charred, but he knew it would taste good.

Although it doesn't look very appealing, once you taste it, you'll definitely change your mind and fall in love with this dish.

"You bastard master, the master who always forces his maids, you're the most disgusting and despicable one~~"

When Fiona realized that acting cute was useless, she immediately pouted and looked at the man in front of her with disdain.

"Hmm~"

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't because Ron had already reached his limit.

They put the food directly into her mouth.

This was the first time Fiona had ever eaten something made by Ron himself. It wasn't as bad as she had imagined, but it wasn't particularly delicious either.