The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

It greatly satisfied my inner desire to conquer.

"Because, because I'm afraid, afraid that the lord will think I'm a strange dragon~"

Well, before her tail gets caught, O'Ville can still maintain a sliver of rationality and resist temptation.

But once her tail was caught, she immediately began to follow her heart; the feeling made it impossible for her to refuse or control herself.

Despite being a very dignified and reserved dragon, he simply couldn't remain calm in the face of this situation.

If this continues, the lord will definitely think he's a strange dragon!

Yes, you'll be disliked.

Although she thought this way, at this moment, O'Ville was like a rapidly falling meteor, only able to keep moving forward and falling, completely out of control...

"Then tell me, what's strange about yourself?"

Ron pinched O'Ville's delicate cheek and smiled with interest.

"I...I don't know either, these things are hard to explain~"

O'Ville was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into a hole; she couldn't possibly respond to such words.

"My lord, would you find Ovelle unattractive like this?"

This was her inner worry, after all, she was getting a little carried away and starting to lose control.

She was worried that she would be disliked...

"meeting."

Ron spoke with a cold expression.

This answer froze O'Ville in place, leaving her momentarily stunned.

"My lord, my lord~"

She was at a loss for what to do, because the answer was so unexpected.

"I resent that you didn't come to my side sooner, I resent that you couldn't follow your heart more."

Seeing the surprised and astonished look on the Earth Dragon Girl's face, Ron licked his lips and grinned mischievously.

"Oh, that scared me to death! I thought the lord disliked me!"

Upon hearing this answer, O'Ville breathed a sigh of relief; the weight that had been hanging over her head was finally lifted in the man's hands.

"Hmm~ My lord~"

"Does Your Lordship prefer Lucia? After all, her figure is fuller and fairer~"

For some reason, O'Ville couldn't help but ask this rather strange question.

However, I regretted asking the question as soon as I did, since it was so obvious.

"I like eating succulent and juicy lamb, and I also like eating muscular and robust venison. I like both, but if I had to choose..."

Ron paused here, then smiled smugly:

"I like to eat a bite of fatty mutton and a bite of venison together, so that the taste is more complete."

During this period, he developed a considerable interest in food.

As for which type of meat he prefers, he can't say for sure.

I still prefer the feeling of a big table full of dishes, with different flavors and different ways to eat.

After all, even if a dish is prepared in various ways, it is still nothing more than steaming, boiling, frying, pan-frying, or sashimi.

Changing the setting can enhance interest in food; these are basically places like restaurants, kitchens, tents, streams, and picnics.

Even your favorite dishes can become tiresome.

But if you have several, or even dozens, of dishes to eat in rotation, you'll never get tired of them.

"My lord, is Lucia's tail more powerful, or mine?"

O'Ville couldn't resist curling her tail around it; she was quite adept at this kind of thing.

And it really enjoys the feeling of its tail curled up.

I love the lord the most!

"In this respect, you are still better."

Ron told the truth that although Lucia's tail was thick and plump, it lacked strength.

O'Vell's is different; she has a strong sense of power.

"Lord~"

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The sun sets behind the horizon, and the evening glow disappears into the clouds.

Night had quietly fallen. After finishing his dinner and studying the territory's plans, Ron stepped out of his tent.

The wind outside was a bit chilly, but the stars and moon still shone brightly.

Having greatly increased his strength, Ron couldn't wait to seek revenge on Fria.

I must teach her a lesson today, and show her how to be a subordinate.

With this in mind, Ron, under the moonlight, went to a secluded spot.

There was no one around, except for a figure in a long red dress dancing under the moon.

As her skirt swayed, glimpses of her long, slender, fair legs were occasionally revealed, and her long, bright red hair flowed freely, making her face even more captivating.

"Now that you've finished watching, come over and get a beating."

Actually, even when the man was still two kilometers away, Fria had already sensed that a figure was approaching.

She could tell who it was just by the way the other person walked.

But for some reason, Fria pretended not to notice and let the other person stare for several minutes before speaking.

"You haven't finished enjoying it yet, please continue."

Ron had a flippant expression, like an old gentleman, his eyes scanning the other man up and down.

"Then let's get closer and appreciate it properly."

Fria took a few steps, stood in front of the man, and threw a punch.

This punch was like a reminder; it wasn't delivered with much force.

As expected, Ron easily caught it, tightly enveloping the other's soft, white hand with his large, powerful palm.

"These hands are so smooth and soft. I wish I could use them for something else."

Ron licked his lips, his face full of debauchery.

He was determined to provoke her today and then inflict the ultimate humiliation upon her.

"Damn..."

Seeing the man's lewd expression, Fria frowned, immediately withdrew her hand, and said with a face full of shame and indignation:

"I'll smash your mouth shut so you'll never say such things again!"

Unbearable, no need to endure.

Her hands transformed into sharp claws, then she clenched her fists and punched at the man's face.

Clang——

Although Ron was teasing him, his hand remained on the hilt of his sword. When the fist came flying, he immediately drew his sword to defend himself.

He blocked the punch.

But Fria's attack went far beyond that. As if she had anticipated that her opponent would block the attack, she raised her right leg into the air, making it horizontal with the ground, and suddenly exerted force, delivering a whip kick to the man's waist and abdomen.

The long dress she wore had a side slit, and when she lifted her leg, her fair and tender upper leg was revealed, which shone with a white light under the bright moonlight, as clear and bright as jade!

Faced with the jade-like leg that was violently lashing towards his waist and abdomen, Ron immediately used his other hand to block in front of him and grabbed it.

Snapped--

Although he managed to grab Fria's calf, the immense force still sent him staggering back half a step. Fortunately, his improved physique and reaction speed allowed him to withstand the near-miss.

During their last few sparring sessions, Ron was often sent flying by Phyllis's long legs.

Now it's different; it can now react to the jade feet, and its physical strength is sufficient to withstand the attack.

"The same trick can be used on me once or twice, but the third time will be tough."

As Ron grabbed Phyllia's calf, which was covered in scales, his fingers kneaded it deftly, moving it upwards little by little.

"You shameless bastard, die!"

At this moment, Fria was both ashamed and angry. The sensation of her calves being kneaded inexplicably intensified her emotions.

Although it wasn't intense enough, Fria didn't want it to be like this; she didn't want to become strange just because the other person touched her slightly.

After saying this, she used Ron's hand, which was gripping her calf, as leverage to pull her other leg out as well.