The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

What a beautiful scene it would be if I could see her completely depraved...

When the time comes, Ron will definitely grab her dragon horn and let this evil dragon know what a dragon rider is...

Soon, Ron returned to the castle, enjoying the cool breeze.

Perhaps because my body was soaked, the wind seemed particularly cool tonight.

Ron walked through the dim corridor to the door and opened it easily.

He didn't notice it at first, but after locking the door, he smelled a different smell in the air.

There was a new scent in my room, a familiar scent.

Ron couldn't tell it at first, but when he saw the sofas put together side by side, he knew where the fragrance came from.

It must be her own scumbag maid again, running into her room in the middle of the night.

He walked slowly forward to the sofa, looked down, and saw the fair and pretty face of his maid.

But she was sleeping at the moment, her beautiful eyes were closed, her breathing was even, and it was obvious that she was asleep.

It seems that she hasn't learned her lesson from the last time she was injured, and she dared to sneak in again today.

But it doesn't matter. As Fiona's master, since she is disobedient and verbal education is useless, I can only try another method...

Thinking of this, Ron's mouth curled up wildly, then he reached out and gently pinched Fiona's fair cheek.

After I finished massaging her, I walked towards the bathroom. I couldn't wake her up yet. I had to wait a while...

After arriving in the bathroom, Ron took off his soaked clothes and began to take a comfortable hot bath.

I have to say, taking a shower so late at night is so comfortable.

After washing away all the fatigue and sweat from the training, I felt relaxed.

Fortunately, Ron has a high resistance to freezing, so he doesn't catch a cold even when wearing wet clothes in the night with a temperature around zero degrees.

If it were a normal person, he would have collapsed long ago. Now he’s probably suffering from both a cold and a fever.

As the cold wind blew, Ron only felt comfortable, nothing else.

After taking a shower and changing into clean pajamas, Ron walked out of the bathroom and came to the sofa. Looking at Fiona who was sleeping soundly, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose slightly.

This maid of mine is actually a pretty quiet girl unless she says something weird.

Of course, it doesn't mean that it's bad for her to be a little noisy. Ron quite likes her sassy look and the disgusted expression she always has.

Just great.

"Whoo~"

Ron took a deep breath, then lay down on the sofa and came next to Fiona.

Then he pinched the girl's soft and fair cheeks, teased her, turned sideways, hugged her and prepared to go to sleep.

At the beginning, Ron actually wanted to do a lot of things.

I wanted to wake up this scumbag maid of mine, kiss her, and let her know the consequences of coming over in the middle of the night.

But I don't know why, compared to those, it seems like a warm hug is more heartwarming...

No, he was wearing thick black pantyhose....

Gumbling—

Feeling this, Ron couldn't help swallowing.

In fact, he didn't have much interest in black tights at first.

But Fiona likes to wear it very much and wears it in front of her every day.

This made Ron gradually fall in love with it and develop a strong interest in the art of thick black.

And it's thick black pantyhose....

Damn it!

Fiona's figure is good to begin with, one of the best, and she wears thick black tights.

No solution....

Ron could swear that no gentleman in the world could resist the charm Fiona exuded at this moment.

Yes any!

No gentleman can resist.

So scheming, so scheming!

This scumbag maid of mine knows my XP and my interests very well.

Know what you like and what you love.

There is nothing we can do about it...

Gumbling—

Ron couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and moved closer, then he started to wake her up like Fiona did every time she woke him up in the morning...

She always plays tricks on herself like this, and now it's her turn to fall asleep.

Play a trick on her yourself.

This is what is called the wheel of fate...

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Under the moonlight, in the dense forest.

A beautiful figure in a long dress is dancing under the moon.

The one who was practicing was Filya who had just finished her rest.

When I was sparring with Ron and practicing Dragon Flame before, it was quite exhausting.

So Feiliya lay on the ground and admired the stars and the moon for about half an hour before she recovered.

Although her physical strength had not fully recovered at this moment, she could still practice for another two hours.

She did this every day, practicing day and night, just to make herself stronger, strong enough to always crush that man.

After three years, they were strong enough to easily capture the other party and bring the man back to the tribe as a tool.

We have to become stronger.

Otherwise, you will be caught up quickly.

Although that man is a bit shameless, his talent is really too strong.

After just a few days, his strength had actually increased significantly.

If I continue to grow at this rate, I will soon be caught up.

This kind of thing can never happen...

I want him to submit to me forever and let me do whatever I want...

Thinking of this, Feilia trained even harder...

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

At this moment, Fiona, who was sleeping soundly, had a beautiful dream.

I don’t remember anything in the dream clearly, I just remember that man was there.

But the feeling was so good that it made her feel happy both physically and mentally, so happy that every pore in her body relaxed.

So much so that as he gradually woke up, there was a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

And he seemed to be humming something.

But it's normal. When people fall asleep, many people's sleep talking only consists of one note, which can't even be considered text.

This is probably the case with Fiona.

However, when her consciousness gradually became clear, she felt something was wrong.

It was as if everything that just happened was not a dream, because dreams could never be so real.

It can't be like it really exists...

Thinking of this, Fiona opened her beautiful eyes. She felt her eyes light up at first, then she felt something was very wrong, and raised her head slightly to look over.

Then she saw the man she was thinking about at the moment, lying on the sofa, looking at her with a smug look on his face.

"you're awake?"

Ron licked his tongue and gave a sly smirk.

"Damn, bastard master, what are you doing? Why, why did you wake yourself up like this in the middle of the night? And, and bastard Ron, you actually dared to wake yourself up like this, actually..."

Perhaps because she had just woken up and was still a little confused, Fiona was now speaking incoherently.

After she slowly came to her senses, she immediately showed a look of disgust;

"This kind of master is the most disgusting. The maid has never seen a master who would wake her up in the middle of the night~"

Asshole Ron.

I was obviously sleeping soundly.

Why on earth is this guy...

Gumbling—

Fiona couldn't help swallowing, and didn't seem to be very angry about being woken up.

"What's disgusting about that? Isn't it like this every morning that you wake me up without any regard for my feelings?"

Ron spread his hands helplessly, then moved closer and kissed her proudly;

"I'm just learning from you. These are your daily operations."