The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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With this in mind, Fria trained even harder...

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Inside the castle, in a room, on the sofa.

At that moment, Fiona, who was sleeping soundly, was having a sweet dream.

I can't remember everything in the dream clearly, except that the man was there.

But the feeling was so good that it made her feel happy and relaxed, as if every pore on her body was opening up.

So much so that even as she gradually regained consciousness, a faint smile remained on her lips.

And it seemed like he was humming something.

However, this is quite normal. When people are asleep, their sleep talking consists of only a single note, and it doesn't even count as words.

Fiona is probably in this situation.

However, as her consciousness gradually returned, she sensed something was wrong.

It felt as if everything that had just happened wasn't a dream, because a dream could never be so real.

It's impossible for it to seem like it actually exists...

Thinking of this, Fiona opened her beautiful eyes. At first, she felt a bright light before her eyes, but then she felt something was very wrong and slightly raised her head to look over.

Then she saw the man she had been longing for lying on the sofa, looking at her with a smug expression.

"you're awake?"

Ron licked his lips, revealing a sly, mischievous grin.

"Damn it, you bastard master, what are you doing? Why, why did you wake me up like this in the middle of the night? And, and you bastard Ron, how dare you wake me up like this, how dare you..."

Perhaps still a bit dazed from just waking up, Fiona was somewhat incoherent at this moment.

After slowly regaining her senses, she immediately showed a look of disgust.

"This kind of master is the most disgusting thing ever! The maid has never seen a master wake her up in the middle of the night!"

That bastard Ron.

I was sleeping soundly.

Why is this guy...?

Gumbling—

Fiona couldn't help but swallow, seemingly not very angry about being woken up.

"What's disgusting about it? You're not like this every morning, completely disregarding my feelings and waking me up?"

Ron shrugged helplessly, then leaned in triumphantly and gave him a kiss;

"I'm just copying you; it's all part of your daily routine."

"It's different, absolutely different, completely different, okay? Even if a maid can wake her master, a master can't wake himself up~~"

Regardless of whether Fiona is right or wrong, she is unlikely to lose in terms of momentum.

She looked at the man in front of her with that expression of looking at scum, her eyes filled with disdain.

That shameless bastard, how dare he treat me like this!

Although she said that, she didn't seem to mind being woken up.

On the contrary, I was quite happy inside.

Because he also wanted to spend more time with the man in front of him, his beloved master, and so on...

That was also her purpose in coming here...

Chapter 204 That slutty maid is so beautiful! Absolutely stunning!

"Fiona, isn't that a huge double standard?"

Upon hearing the maid's words, Ron licked his lips and said with a wicked grin:

"There's no reason why you can wake me up but I can't wake you up. Besides, it doesn't seem like you'd lose out if I woke you up, right?"

It must be said that Fiona, who had just woken up on the sofa, was still very beautiful.

A blush rose to her fair cheeks, and her beautiful eyes were already brimming with tears, as if they could drip water at any moment.

Her delicate body was wrapped in thick black pantyhose, making her already flesh-colored skin look even more alluring.

Fiona, in particular, has a great figure, and paired with thick black clothing, it's absolutely stunning.

Those beautiful lines and perfect curves are so captivating that you'd be willing to immerse yourself in them just by looking at them.

Ron could swear that there were very few gentlemen in the world who had ever seen such a perfect, work of art-like beauty.

To be able to see it even once is already a blessing in life.

"Waking me up is a loss for everyone, that bastard master drank the maid's white wine."

Fiona looked at the man in front of her, who was secretly drinking the white wine she had brewed, and immediately pouted, showing an expression of looking at a scumbag.

"You bastard master, you're stealing wine! You're drinking the maid's wine while she's asleep!"

During this period, she actually studied how to brew alcoholic beverages.

I have a particular interest in white wine making, so I make and learn about it almost every day.

The white wine produced today has a clear and bright color, and you can smell a faint aroma of wine just by opening the bottle.

One sip, and the aroma of the wine fills the air, making your mouth water.

The wine I brew myself is not for my master to drink.

I wouldn't give it to that bastard Ron!

"I'm sorry, Fiona, but your wine is so delicious. Actually, I was about to go to sleep at first, but I was a bit thirsty and happened to see your wine. You can imagine how many gentlemen in the world can resist the temptation of fine wine."

As he spoke, Ron licked his lips, picked up his glass, brought it close to the rim, and took another small sip.

"Mmm, one sip, and the aroma of the wine fills the air. It's as if a young girl is dancing on your tongue, a girl in thick black pantyhose dancing in your mouth. Her dance is graceful and captivating, and her whole body exudes a charming fragrance that makes you willing to be intoxicated by it."

He spoke from his heart.

Other people's wines don't have this feeling, but I don't know why, Fiona had never made wine before, and now she has only learned for a few days, and the wine she makes is so beautiful.

This must be what they call a gifted individual, an innate talent for brewing.

"Master is disgusting. Even if the maid's brew is good, it's definitely not to the extent you're describing..."

Upon hearing the man's words, Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed, and an overwhelming surge of emotion welled up within her.

But she still pretended to be disgusted, glaring at the man in front of her;

"Damn Ron, who describes wine like that? Something about a beautiful woman dancing on the tip of your tongue? That's just my horny master fantasizing about weird things..."

Ron is a lewd bastard.

It's one thing to steal and drink the wine you brewed yourself.

They even drank it in front of me, and after drinking it, they described the taste of the wine with strange words.

What does it mean to be a beauty wearing thick black pantyhose...?

This...this is exactly what I'm wearing right now! That bastard, he must be thinking something weird...

Gumbling—

Although Fiona said that, she couldn't help but swallow, her delicate body trembling slightly, as if she was also expecting something.

Of course, it's normal to have expectations, because that's why she came.

But I also felt inexplicably nervous and shy...

That's how girls sometimes think, especially Fiona.

She's always so talkative, but when something actually happens, she gets incredibly nervous and shy.

Even after facing it many times, I still feel incredibly shy...

"Don't you know what I'm thinking?"

As Ron sipped his wine, he looked smugly at the girl in front of him, who was wearing thick black pantyhose.

Fiona is so beautiful, I can never get enough of her. I can't bear to look away from her every time I see her.

Just seeing Fiona like this would probably make an ordinary person die happy.

Ron can not only look at her, but also enjoy the wine while admiring her stunning figure.

"Little did I know, my bastard master's thoughts are always so bizarre, and he's just a bastard who likes lewd things~"

Fiona crossed her arms and looked at the man in front of her with an expression that suggested she was looking at a scumbag and a pervert.

How could I possibly know what Ron was thinking?

He has many, and strange, ideas.