The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Do you want to hear about a woman's private matters?"

Fria looked at the man with displeasure through her crimson vertical pupils.

"Actually, I want to learn those things too."

Ron put on a studious look, seemingly longing for those things.

"You think you're funny?"

Fria kept a cold face, giving him an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Once everything is explained, let's go straight to the banquet hall for lunch."

Feeling bored, Ron yawned and left.

"Oville, I'm hungry. Can we have lunch before I go?"

Upon hearing that there was food, Lucia became incredibly hungry, her mouth constantly drooling.

"Can't!"

O'Vell's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Oh well."

This was the first time Lucia had seen O'Ville so serious, so she had to give up the idea of ​​having lunch first.

"It seems you don't realize how serious this matter is."

Seeing Lucia's indifferent attitude, O'Ville sighed helplessly.

"You are not yet an adult. If you are forcibly trained by that human, your body will be damaged, which will prevent you from reaching adulthood."

As she said this, her brows furrowed even deeper;

"This also means that you will never be able to grow dragon horns and become a complete dragon."

It's not that it's impossible to train underage dragon girls; it's possible, just quite difficult.

However, female dragons have a unique body structure, and if they are forcibly trained before they are fully grown, they will never be able to reach adulthood.

And their lifespan will be greatly reduced.

Some nobles and wealthy merchants don't care about all that; if they encounter a female dragon with good looks, they will force themselves on her.

They don't care whether the female sub-dragons live or die.

Of course, they probably didn't understand what that meant; they only knew to repeatedly vent their lewd desires until the other person died...

"Ah~~"

Hearing that it would prevent her from reaching adulthood, Lucia's pupils contracted, and her face turned pale instantly.

"Lucia wants to grow up and grow dragon horns."

Although she is very greedy, she is also a dragon with dreams, and wants to grow beautiful dragon horns.

"Then you should be careful next time. Only adults can touch this place with a suitable partner."

O'Ville reached out a finger and gently tapped Lucia's lower abdomen, telling her this most important piece of common sense.

"Yes, I understand. Lucia promises she won't."

Lucia only knew that the place was special and that it would be shameful if someone saw it.

I only realized now how important it was.

"Also, the tail is the second most important spot; only a suitable mate can touch it there."

Lucia's mouth dropped open when she heard this;

"Then, what should I do since the lord touched my tail?"

Her mind went blank, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

That means that from now on, Lucia can only be paired with the lord.

After all, he had touched its tail.

"Luckily he's human. If he were a male dragon, you, Lucia, would only be his mate."

In most of the wyvern tribes, there is a tradition that if a male wyvern strokes a female's tail and the female's tail becomes soft, it means that they are compatible.

In that case, the two will become partners.

"Oh, is that so?"

Hearing this, Lucia breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It's the same if your tail has been pinched by the lord, right...?

Lucia was looking forward to Ron stroking her tail again; she figured that since this had already happened, there was no need to control herself anymore...

As long as you don't do the last step, it's fine...

"Remember this from now on, no one is allowed to touch your tail either."

O'Vell had some doubts about whether Lucia could do that.

If that's not done, the tail is such a sensitive area, it can easily make the dragon act strangely.

If Lucia falls for her and eventually breaks through to the final step, then it's all over.

Thinking about this, a bold idea came to her... If all else fails, she could take Lucia's place and let that human rub her tail...

After all, I'm already an adult, so even if I'm forced into re-education, it won't cause serious consequences...

Fria, who was listening nearby, suddenly remembered the time she pricked her tail with silver needles.

When I was rubbing the tail, that man was in front of me, and I had a strange feeling...

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to soften the scales by kneading them yourself.

Thinking of this, Fria bit her lip until it bled...

It's disgusting that my body can feel something in that human version of myself...

Chapter 61 The Sweet-Talking Fiona! The scumbag maid immediately became obedient!

At noon, the sun was scorching hot, baking the earth.

After purchasing the supplies, Fiona passed through the mansion gate and entered the courtyard.

She immediately spotted Ron in the pavilion.

A smile immediately appeared on his lips. Without thinking twice, he jogged forward.

"What is the master thinking about all by himself here?"

After saying this, she gently placed her round, pert buttocks on the bench;

"Let me think, my amorous master must be reminiscing about the maid's help last night."

The owner must really want me to help again.

But how can you just agree to something like that so easily...?

"I'm thinking about when to shut you up."

With the expansion of territory imminent, Ron had no time to think about anything else.

However, after hearing what Fiona said, a fleeting thought did arise in my mind.

"You bastard master, I'm the maid you grew up with since I was a child, how dare you try to do this to your maid?"

Fiona pouted and gave the man a disdainful look.

"Who told you to spout such vulgarities the moment you open your mouth?"

Ron was also helpless; if she were speaking normally, he wouldn't have said a word.

"I was just stating what my master was thinking."

In Fiona's opinion, Ron's head seemed to only be filled with those kinds of thoughts.

The owner clearly wanted to help him one more time, but pretended not to care...

Tsk~

The master is truly saying one thing and meaning another.

"If I did what you said, your lunch wouldn't be roast lamb leg now, but luncheon meat that I personally fed you."

If it weren't for the fact that expansion was imminent, Ron would probably have already severely punished that wretched maid.

That way, she won't say those unnecessary things anymore.

"As expected, Master had wanted to do this for a long time."

Fiona lifted her round, pert buttocks off the wooden stool and gave the man a disdainful look.

"The worst kind of master is the one who tries to feed his maid weird things."

That bastard Ron, he's always thinking about this kind of thing.

How could I let him succeed? I won't eat anything indiscriminately...