The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Inside the castle, in a room.

Fiona, dressed in a maid outfit, filled the bathtub with hot water and then added some flower petals.

After doing all this, untie the ropes and buttons of the black and white maid outfit, take it off, and reveal your beautiful body wrapped in thick black pantyhose.

It must be said that Fiona's figure is still very perfect, especially when accentuated by the thick black pantyhose, making her even more alluring.

It's incredibly fun.

Then Fiona took off her pantyhose, revealing her soft, fair skin, and then slowly put her pink toes into the warm water before immersing her whole body in it.

Begin to enjoy the comfort of soaking your body in the hot spring.

That damn owner, he's probably doing something weird somewhere again right now~

That bastard, we absolutely can't let him get away with this today. We have to make sure he won't have the energy to do anything else tomorrow.

That way he won't keep teasing Phylliss and the others.

Gumbling—

Thinking about this, Fiona couldn't help but swallow, seemingly with a hint of anticipation.

But she also had some worries, fearing she wouldn't be able to handle it...

That bastard Ron, if he dares to mess around like that, he's dead!

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Inside the castle, in a room.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, O'Ville seemed to have nothing better to do and was practicing her dragon powers.

She suddenly squatted down, gathered her strength, and then stood up.

In the flickering candlelight, her figure swayed, exuding a charming and alluring beauty.

This process is repeated, with the speed increasing each time.

O'Vell could clearly feel a surge of intense energy flowing through her body; this energy was what she had gained from cultivating the dragon race's divine powers.

In just a moment, she felt completely refreshed, as if the entire dragon had been nourished, and both her soul and body were different from before.

O'Ville was very excited at this moment, after all, she had benefited greatly from cultivating the dragon race's divine powers.

Now that he has experienced the benefits, he has increased his cultivation efficiency and is cultivating even more diligently.

Because she knew that only in this way could she become stronger and meet that man's expectations.

She can perform better in front of that man.

In order to be valued and not be looked down upon.

To make the lord like me more, I need to work even harder...

"I like Lord the most, mmm~"

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On the other side, Ron was taking a comfortable shower.

He enjoys the comfort of rinsing his body with hot water after a busy day.

This washes away the day's fatigue, relaxes the body and mind, and soothes the whole person.

This is probably what they mean by "a gentle stream soothes the soul".

After a relaxing shower, Ron sat on the sofa, lay down to rest for a while, and then left the room.

His destination was also clear: the stream where he and Fria usually sparred and fought.

Neither of them needed to say much; every day, Fria would arrive early to train and wait.

After Ron finishes his work and everything is done, he will naturally head there.

When Ron was still several hundred meters away from the stream, he could clearly see a crimson figure dancing under the moonlight.

Her captivating figure is so alluring that one cannot look away.

Ron enjoyed himself as he approached, finally stopping a dozen meters away from Philia. He leaned against a tree trunk, quietly admiring Philia dancing under the moonlight.

It must be said that, dressed in a red slit dress, with crimson scales and soft, fair skin, she was breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight.

What pleased Ron even more was that Fria was a dragon girl with a thick tail, dragon wings covered in scales, and a pair of dragon horns.

Ron could swear that no gentleman in the world could remain calm in front of such a dragon girl.

Everyone would be tempted to try it out, to experience what it's like to grab a dragon's horn...

On the other side, Fria had actually noticed the man's arrival long ago.

Not long after the other party left the castle, they sensed that the other party was approaching.

At this moment, she could also sense that the man behind her was staring intently at her body, his gaze unwavering and unabashed.

Despite understanding all this and knowing that the man was staring at her, Fria didn't seem to care. Instead, she presented her figure even more perfectly and captivatingly.

This shameless man, doesn't he get tired of looking at me like this every day?

Before each daily sparring session, I would stare at it intently.

If I don't stop it, am I supposed to keep watching?

However, I don't dislike this feeling now.

Gumbling—

Thinking of this, Feliya couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of dragon saliva. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her thick tail swayed even more violently, as if being stared at made her extremely excited.

She still remembered the beginning, when she saw the man looking at her with strange eyes, she felt utterly disgusted and wished she could gouge his eyes out.

As time went by, it gradually became less annoying, until now I've come to enjoy being stared at by the man behind me, and I've come to like the feeling of being stared at by his burning gaze.

"Haven't seen enough?"

After being stared at by the man behind her for a while, Fria turned around and met his gaze with her crimson vertical pupils.

Just as expected, this shameless man would keep staring at you unless you interrupted.

That look in his eyes made it seem like he might pounce on you at any moment.

However, this dragon is not one to be trifled with; I am the one who will ravage him.

"I don't know why, but I can never get enough of looking at them."

Ron was telling the truth; he felt that no matter how beautiful something was, he would get tired of looking at it every day.

But for some reason, I just can't get enough of looking at Fria.

The more I look, the more I like it.

"Since you can't get enough of looking at it, then I, the dragon, will get closer so you can have a proper look."

Without a word, Fria stepped forward, approached the man, and punched him in the face.

Snapped--

Ron was fast and, having anticipated the attack, easily parried it.

Of course, this is also because Fria wasn't really serious, which is why it was so easy for her.

If Fria had used eight-tenths of her strength, Ron would probably have been forced to retreat repeatedly.

"You evil dragon, stop slapping me in the face!"

"It feels better to hit someone in the face."

Phylliss doesn't tolerate any weakness; she always hits where it hurts...

And so, the man and the dragon became entangled in battle.

Of course, Ron was always the one getting crushed, with Fria always seizing the opportunity to send him flying.

However, they are all minor injuries and will recover quickly.

The battle lasted for a full hour and a half before it came to an end.

"Evil dragon, enough! The battle ends here today."

Ron, who was being brutally beaten on the ground, crossed his arms to cover his face and spoke helplessly.

He was truly helpless; the current Philia was too strong, and he was no match for her at all.

All I get every day is a beating.

"Your word doesn't count. Only when I say stop can it stop."

Seeing the man's pathetic state after being brutally beaten, Fria felt incredibly satisfied.

Shameless men deserve to be beaten like this.