Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 169 Beating the Drums

"Caesar, why don't you hit me a few times, or even just scold me a couple of times?"

Ita said sincerely, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Isn’t your request a bit strange? I already said it’s all over,” Caesar said, his eyes twitching.

"But. But"

Ita looked down and saw Caesar's bandaged left hand, and a wave of sorrow washed over her.

Although she knew the situation was complicated, Caesar had risked his life to help her, and she had almost been betrayed by him.
But Caesar certainly didn't understand Itah's sense of guilt. He had experienced friendly fire incidents in the chaos of battle before. It was better that no one was hurt, and the past was the past.

He was of course unaware that Ita's guilt stemmed from her feelings for him. She found it hard to accept that she had hurt her beloved, and Caesar's tolerant and gentle attitude only intensified these feelings.

“Alright, didn’t I injure you back then too? If you’re going to say that, then I should punish you, shouldn’t I?” Caesar said.

But that is...

Now Ita knows that Caesar did it to protect her. If Caesar hadn't thrown himself out, she would have been in much worse shape from the dying counterattack of Evil Spirit Number Three.

His words only made me feel worse.

Caesar looked at her sad face and sighed helplessly.

This little dragon is just like Xia Ya; he's very stubborn in this regard.

There's just no way to deal with her.
"Then you're asking for it yourself."

Ita looked up and saw Caesar's serious gaze.

"I would do anything to make up for the mistakes I made against Caesar," Ita whispered.

"alright."

Caesar suddenly grabbed Ita's arm and shoved her onto the dining table.

Before Ita, whose upper body was slumped on the table, could react, she had just propped herself up when a cold voice came from behind her.

"I didn't tell you to get up."

The cold tone made Ita's heart skip a beat, and she obediently lay down on the table.

"clothing,"

"Well"

Ita seemed to understand how she was going to be treated, and slowly reached her hands back to untie them.

The white flesh was fully exposed, and connected to the coccyx above was a slender dragon tail covered with smooth scales. Ita's dragon clothing was specially made, with a special notch to expose the tail. Now that it was untied, the slender dragon tail was tensely raised, and the connection between the base of the tail and the skin could be seen.

Snapped.

Caesar slapped the elastic tail, the pain sending a shiver through Ita's body, her slender legs trembling slightly.

At this moment, Caesar seemed like a completely different person. The extremely gentle Caesar from before had vanished, and he had transformed into an extremely cold and indifferent punisher.

"this."

Ita's heart started pounding; blushing was an understatement.

Caesar gently stroked the dragon's tail and whispered, "You have one more chance now, Ita. Do you really want to do this?"

"I"

To be honest, this posture really made her back down, and her sense of shame made her want to run away immediately.

But
But if we miss this opportunity, we might never have another chance like it.
"Um"

She covered her flushed face and nodded.

Snapped!
A crisp sound followed, and the burning pain made Ita shudder.

"What, you don't still like this?" Caesar's cold voice came.

"No, that's not me," Ita said incoherently, covering her flushed face.

"I think you're just using this excuse to beg me because you want to get beaten up, aren't you?" "I...I didn't, I didn't."

Ita was so ashamed that she didn't know what to say.

"Caesar, I...I was wrong. How about...it ends like this?"

She was already starting to regret it; this wasn't the punishment she had imagined. How could she have done this?
"Heh." Caesar sneered.

"Beg for mercy? It's too late now."

Ita's heart felt like it was being gripped, and her consciousness became somewhat blurred.

"Caesar has become so terrifying."

Downstairs at the apartment building, Doruvin leaned against his car, smoking, while Delina sat inside, idly flipping through a magazine. They had no idea what was going on upstairs with their usually imposing patriarch.

At that moment, a white Volkswagen Foton pulled up to the side of the road, and Freya and Yumilia got out of the car carrying large and small bags.

"Yumeria, just tell me when you run out of your usual toiletries and I'll have someone bring them over. Don't buy those no-name brands anymore; they're unhealthy."

As they walked, Freya spoke to Yumilia.

“I’m just used to it. Oh, it’s Mr. Doruvan and Miss Delina.” Yumilia noticed the two butlers over there.

"Hello, Madam." The two men greeted them politely.

"So, Ita is back?" Yumilia asked in surprise.

“Yes, the head of the family arrived this morning. He just met with young master Caesar and went back with him,” Doruvan said.

"That's great! They haven't seen each other for so long, they must be having a great time chatting now."

“Oh, right, Mr. Doruvan, Miss Delina, we bought a lot of groceries, including lamb. Would you like to come up and have dinner with us?” Yumilia said.

“Thank you for your kind offer, but we are working right now,” Doruvan replied.

Delina also greeted her but declined the offer.

Yumilia didn't insist any further and went upstairs with Freya.

"Ugh..."

Ita was still lying on the table, sobbing softly.

Caesar put his arm around her shoulder from behind and helped her up. Looking at the little dragon, whose eyes were filled with tears, her face was flushed, and her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, she looked pitiful. Anyone who saw this pretty face would not be able to help but feel sorry for her.

Caesar reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stroking her pitiful face.

He instantly transformed back into the gentle and kind Caesar, soothing her pain.

"Didn't I tell you it hurt a lot?"

"Hmm," Ita nodded softly.

She looked aggrieved and rested her head in Caesar's arms.

"I was wrong, Caesar."

"Alright, let's stop talking about this. We're family, aren't we? Family members help each other without needing any reason," Caesar said.

Ita felt Caesar's caresses, as if he were a completely different person from the one who had just treated her roughly.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, there's a layer of excited pleasure in this heartbeat.
"Alright, hurry up and get dressed. Are you hungry? I'll go cook." Caesar touched her cheek.

"Um"

Ita nodded slightly.

Just then, the sound of a key turning came from the door. The door opened, and Yumilia and Freya appeared in the doorway.

"Ita! You're back! Yumilia missed you so much! What are you doing?"

Freya and Yumilia were stunned by what they saw in the room.

Little Dragon and Caesar were embracing each other intimately.
(End of this chapter)