The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Now that everything has fallen into place, it's time to start having a heart-to-heart talk with my own scumbag maid.

"You bastard master, the maid won't do anything."

Fiona frowned, looking at the man in front of her with disdain:

"Masters who always expect this kind of thing from their maids are the most disgusting~"

I knew that bastard Ron had been thinking about this for a while.

It seems we've been waiting for this day for a long time.

I won't let him get away with it so easily~

"Didn't you come to my room on your own initiative?"

Ron reached out and gently stroked the maid's fair cheek;

"This alone shows that you are actually the one who is more looking forward to it, because if you weren't looking forward to it, it wouldn't have come to you."

Their own maid was just a bit stubborn; now, she was trembling as soon as her face was touched.

Really sensitive.

But being sensitive is good, that's what makes it interesting.

"What do you mean by 'the maid took the initiative'? It was clearly the master who strongly requested it. If I didn't do it, the master would definitely treat me in a stranger way. I would never have come to the master's room if I hadn't been forced."

Despite the turmoil raging within her, Fiona remained outwardly calm, glaring at the man before her with utter disdain.

Those pink lips, even as the man touched them, remained perky.

It's as if they never admit defeat.

"So, you bastard master, please stop having such wild fantasies. This maid has absolutely no expectations of such things."

Towards the end, Fiona made a fierce expression, as if to say that she was not someone to be trifled with.

How could I possibly have any expectations of my master?

I've always hated that kind of thing~

Despite saying that, her upper legs involuntarily came together slightly, her knees touching and gently rubbing against each other.

"If you don't have any expectations, then you might as well leave now."

As Ron's hand slowly moved down, he felt a different sensation—the silky smooth feel of black pantyhose.

It's definitely not comparable to a maid outfit.

However, he still let go, giving his maid enough room to escape.

"It was the master who said not to ask the maid to come back."

When she first heard this, Fiona was stunned for a moment, but then she lifted her round, perky buttocks, turned around, and was about to leave.

That damn owner is ridiculous; how could he possibly let someone like me leave?

If he actually does that, he's doomed.

Upon reaching the door, Fiona heard no sound behind her. Her brows furrowed, and her lips pouted.

Never agree to anything your jerk owner does again!

Just as she was about to leave, the man behind her called out to her;

Are you sure you want to go out like this?

Fiona didn't understand what he meant. When she turned her head, she saw the man holding half a maid outfit...

Looking down at her black bodysuit, Fiona immediately wore an expression of disbelief.

"You damned master, what have you done?"

She was completely bewildered and had no idea what had happened.

"The maid outfit is called special because I know how to solve it."

Those maid outfits have far more flaws than just the one on the surface.

As long as Ron makes even the slightest move, the game is full of loopholes and incredibly entertaining.

"That bastard master, he actually gave me this maid outfit~"

Fiona hugged herself tightly, her heart filled with shame, yet she still wore a disdainful expression.

What on earth is that bastard Ron thinking?

Why would the world produce this kind of maid outfit?

This is absolutely, absolutely so embarrassing!

"A good horse needs a good saddle, and a beautiful woman needs a beautiful dress. Only when this outfit is worn by you can its true value be brought out."

Looking at Fiona, who was hugging him with a shy expression, Ron's face showed a hint of excitement.

It must be said that the maid's figure was already perfect, and now, paired with such an excellent maid outfit, she was simply a perfect work of art.

It makes people want to get closer and explore its mysteries.

"That jerk of a master always says such weird things. Even so, the maid won't like it~"

As the man pressed closer, Fiona leaned against the door, crossed her arms, and turned her face away.

"Of course, if the lewd master insists on doing something strange to the maid, the weak maid will probably be powerless to resist and can only let the master do as he pleases~"

Despite turning her face to the side, one eye was still staring at the man in front of her.

That look of disgust was as if he were looking at some scumbag or pervert.

"What are you thinking? How could I possibly do anything strange to you?"

Ron leaned close to his maid, bringing his face close to her ear, and said with a wicked grin:

"Tonight is still long, and I'm suddenly feeling a bit hungry. How about I teach you how to cook?"

Ever since he cooked for the last time, he has become inexplicably obsessed with cooking and always wants to show off his culinary skills.

"You jerk, master! I've already told you, this maid doesn't want to cook, I hate cooking the most, and I hate it even more when you teach me!"

Upon hearing this, Fiona trembled and looked at the man in front of her with disgust.

"My master's cooking skills are terrible, the food he makes is awful, and he always forces the maid to finish it all. That kind of master is the most disgusting!"

"She's being stubborn, even though she clearly enjoys it every time."

"Master is indulging in such non-existent fantasies again; the maid will never enjoy anything like this."

"Ugh~ You bastard master~"

Chapter 135 The delighted Fiona is fully prepared to welcome this moment!

"Yawn~"

Lilith doesn't know why, but she keeps yawning tonight.

However, the result was good; the wheat yield-enhancing solution passed the final test.

In other words, she has already developed a complete wheat yield-enhancing solution.

"That's wonderful! We must tell the lord this good news!"

Looking at the emerald green liquid swaying in her hand, Lilith's face was filled with excitement.

She walked straight out of the room, down the dimly lit corridor, and knocked on the first door;

"My lord, my lord!"

In her excitement, Lily forgot how late it was, her mind filled only with the joy of discovering the magic potion.

"Who?"

Ron, who was teaching Fiona how to make a midnight snack in the room, suddenly frowned.

He hates being disturbed while he's working.

"It's me, Lilith! My lord, please open the door! I have a surprise for you."

Lilith waited excitedly at the door, eager to share the news that the secret medicine was ready.

"Damn it, what do we do now, you bastard master?!"

Fiona lowered her voice to a whisper so that only the two of them could hear her.

Perhaps it was because they were alone in a room late at night that she was so nervous that her delicate body trembled, as if she was very afraid that the witch would find out about this.

"It's okay, you take your snack and hide under the table to eat it while I see what's wrong with Lilith."

Despite being annoyed by the interruption, Ron headed towards the door, eager to find out what good news his witch had brought.

"I can hide, but the midnight snacks made by the master have no color, aroma, or taste. They look unappetizing, so I won't eat them."

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man with disdain, then squatted down, sticking out her round, upturned buttocks and crawling under the table.

The long table was covered with a linen tablecloth, making it a good hiding place as you could hide underneath and not be seen from the outside.