The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

I suddenly remembered what the other person had said before: "If your hands don't work, your feet will too."

“That bastard Ron, I won’t satisfy his weird fetishes.”

Although she said that, she took a few flower petals from the cabinet, put them in a wooden basin, and poured in warm water.

Finally, gently place the delicate pink feet into the solution and wash them carefully.

I didn't do this for that bastard Ron; I just suddenly wanted to soak my feet.

Fiona is like this; although she may not admit it in her heart, her actions are enough to prove her feelings.

After washing and drying her feet, she changed into a short-skirted maid outfit, put on black pantyhose, and shoes. She twirled in front of the mirror to make sure everything was alright before slowly leaving the room.

"Whoo~"

Under the moonlight, Fiona stood in front of Ron's door, took several deep breaths, and gently pushed the door open.

Sure enough, the door was not closed.

Damn owner, you must be tossing and turning all night, eagerly awaiting my arrival.

Tsk~

Fiona tiptoed into the room, turned the handle, locked the door, and walked step by step toward the bed with her long legs encased in black pantyhose.

After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Fiona gradually saw that the bed was empty and she found no trace of a man.

Damn owner, where is he/she....

Just as she was wondering where Ron had gone, she caught a glimpse of a figure lying on the sofa.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Ron.

Why aren't you sleeping in bed? You're on the sofa instead.

Fiona rarely saw Ron sleeping on the sofa; there were only a few reasons why someone would sleep on the sofa.

They either played on the sofa for a long time and fell asleep when they got tired, or they lay on the sofa waiting for something or someone to arrive.

That damn owner! Turns out he'd been waiting for me all along, and even fell asleep while waiting.

I knew it would be like this.

Fiona approached little by little, gently placing her round, pert buttocks on the soft sofa. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, as if she had seen something interesting.

Such an owner is truly rare.

She bent her slender waist and leaned forward so that she could see Ron's face more clearly.

The owner is actually quite good-looking.

Gumbling—

Fiona swallowed hard, then couldn't resist reaching out to touch Ron's face lightly, before gently stroking it.

"hu~hu~"

Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her upper legs, tightly wrapped in black pantyhose, were slightly pressed together.

What's wrong with me? I just touched my master's face normally...

The clandestine touch sent a strong feeling of illicit intimacy through Fiona's heart.

Since the master had been waiting for him, he fell asleep.

Therefore, as the master's personal maid, she should spare no effort to fulfill the master's pre-sleep fantasies.

"hu~hu~"

Fiona's breath was warm, her outstretched hand trembled, her mind went blank, and the intense emotions made her heart feel like it was about to jump out of her chest.

However, just as it was about to touch it, it stopped, seemingly hesitating about whether or not to do it.

As a qualified maid, it is her duty to help her master solve his or her problems.

Maids in other noble households did much more than that.

Gumbling—

Thinking this through, Fiona swallowed hard, then, without further hesitation, slowly reached out her hand...

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As night deepened, the mansion became relatively quiet.

In a corner of the backyard, a girl with long red hair danced under the moon. The bright moon seemed to drape her in a light veil, making her skin appear fair and radiant, and her red scales shimmered like jewels.

Who else could it be but Phyllis?

O'Ville and Lucia went back to their room as soon as it got dark, and they're probably asleep now.

Only Fria would cultivate until late at night.

The reason she works so hard is simple: she wants to regain her peak strength and escape the fate of being dominated by humans as soon as possible.

Philia felt that even if she worked under him for three years, she should at least have some say and not let him manipulate her.

When the three years are up, the first thing to do is gouge out that human's eyes. As for killing him, we can consider that later...

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Inside the room, on the sofa, Ron's illusory consciousness gradually awakened.

He felt like he was having a wonderful dream, which made his current feelings exceptionally pleasant.

wrong!

Suddenly Ron opened his eyes and saw Fiona, dressed in a thin short skirt, kneeling on the sofa.

Her long legs, tightly encased in black pantyhose, were slightly pressed together and trembled gently.

Her eyes and brows exuded a charming allure, and as she gently stroked her fingers, her expression became dazed.

Fiona moistened her pink lips and spoke softly;

"Damn master, he's finally awake with the maid's help."

"How is it? How does the master feel?"

"Do you think I'm a competent maid and meet your expectations?"

Chapter 46 Fiona helps her master solve his problems!

Inside the room, on the sofa, the little maid is kneeling.

Ron's Adam's apple bobbed, and he took a deep breath to make sure this wasn't a dream.

She's really my own little maid.

"You bastard master, stop staring at the maid's body."

Fiona pouted and gave the man a disdainful look.

At this moment, her cheeks were burning, her body was trembling, and she felt both nervous and shy.

"You ambushed me while I was asleep, and now I can't even watch?"

"What do you mean by 'ambush'? Wasn't it because Master threatened me, this little maid, with a magic potion that I was forced to agree?"

Fiona slightly raised her chin and continued to be stubborn;

"If the master hadn't forced me, the maid wouldn't have helped him."

That bastard Ron, he's the one who made me do it.

"I told you before, think it over carefully before you come."

Ron waited for a while, thinking that Fiona wouldn't come, so he simply lay down on the sofa to sleep.

Who knew she wouldn't arrive until I was asleep, and she was still keeping our previous promise...

"Yes, I've thought it through. After all, I accepted the master's potion. If I can't help the master solve his problems, I won't feel at ease drinking the potion."

Feeling a little embarrassed by the man's intense gaze, Fiona deliberately changed the subject:

"But Master isn't as powerful as he says."

Now I'm just being stubborn.

Ron increasingly felt that his maid was just saying one thing and meaning another.

"嘁~"

Fiona gave a disdainful snort;

"Masters are nothing but weaklings."

Damn master, do I look so weak to him?

"Fiona, it seems you didn't eat much for dinner tonight."

Ron inexplicably changed the subject.