The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"You're allowed to use your feet on me, but I'm not allowed to use my hands on you?"

Ron held Fiona's feet in his hands and gently caressed them; they were warm to the touch and felt wonderful.

The black pantyhose added a touch of ethereal beauty, as if draping a layer of black veil over the delicate pink toes.

Simply tear it apart and you're good to go.

Seeing that she couldn't stop him, Fiona simply stopped struggling and let the man play with her in his hands.

"You bastard master, you wouldn't be like those lewd nobles, so obsessed with women's feet that you'd put them in your mouth, would you?"

She suddenly realized that those licentious nobles had all sorts of strange fetishes and were obsessed with every aspect of women.

Just thinking about it made Fiona's feet, hidden in her pantyhose, tremble slightly, as if she was worried that they would be wantonly enjoyed by the other party.

"What are you talking about? I don't have that kind of fetish for the time being."

Ron was telling the truth; he only wanted to play with her or use her for other things.

But after Fiona said that, I inexplicably found those pink toes somewhat delicious.

Damn it... if I actually do it in the future, it will definitely be because of Fiona.

"Not for now. That means the master might have this fetish tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even the next second."

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man with a look of disdain, as if she knew right through him;

"The maid only hopes that her master won't taste things indiscriminately, after all, feet are for walking."

That bastard owner, he'll definitely do that again...

Ron lifted the maid's feet up little by little, and said with a wicked grin:

Who says feet can only be used for walking?

Chapter 74 Fria notices something is wrong! Fiona's amazing kick!

Inside the restaurant, Fiona was trembling violently.

My mind went blank; I couldn't think.

"You bastard master, how could you force the maid who grew up with you to do such a thing..."

She bit her lower lip tightly, her expression both charming and flustered, and her beautiful eyes were already brimming with tears, as if they could drip water at any moment.

Ron said with a wicked grin:

"You started this whole thing, so of course you're the one who has to fix it."

"You bastard master, but you can't let the maid do this during breakfast..."

Fiona's upper legs were slightly together, her knees touching, gently rubbing against each other.

She has only herself to blame.

"You mean, it's okay after breakfast?"

Ron smugly said as he enjoyed his food:

"If you don't do it now, things will be much more complicated later."

If you could eat breakfast like this every day, that would be pretty good.

"Masters who always force their maids to do strange things are the most disgusting~"

Fiona pouted, frowned, and looked at the man in front of her with disdain;

"Although the maid was extremely unwilling, she had no other choice now..."

That bastard Ron, he must have wanted me to do this for a long time.

I'm afraid they're thinking about even more than that; they'll definitely be treated ruthlessly in the future...

Thinking of this, Fiona exhaled a warm breath, biting her pink lips, seemingly not particularly averse to it...

"This is what a maid should do when her master is having breakfast."

Ron nodded in satisfaction, squinted his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"You bastard master is getting more and more lewd. If you ask for more, the maid will resist."

Fiona looked at the man in front of her with disdain.

"Don't worry, I'm the kind of person who never likes to force others."

Ron felt incredibly pleased as he watched the maid glare at him with disdain.

Such a despicable maid deserves to be treated like this. Let's see if she dares to say anything strange again next time.

"That bastard master never liked forcing people, but now he does?

Fiona felt her emotions growing more and more intense, and her knees involuntarily bumped together.

If this continues, it will start to look strange...

Lucia was oblivious to the unusual behavior of Ron and Fiona; all she could see was food.

O'Ville barely glanced at Ron, focusing instead on eating her lamb leg in small bites.

Only Fria's crimson eyes were always fixed on the man, as if she wanted to see right through him.

For the first two days, I was on guard, afraid that the other party would do something outrageous.

Perhaps she's gotten used to it now, or maybe she wants to understand this man better so she knows how to deal with him.

So most of their attention was on Ron.

At first she didn't notice anything, but later she felt that the man's expression was not right, and the female human's face was getting redder and redder, and her body was trembling, as if something she couldn't understand was happening.

Fria was a little confused. They seemed to be having a normal breakfast, maybe the topics they were discussing were a little explicit, but it couldn't be that serious.

She suddenly realized a possibility: could the truth be hidden under the table...?

Driven by curiosity, Fria lifted her pert buttocks off the stool, moved them to the side, and slowly lowered them back down.

As her shapely buttocks were about to touch the ground, she could see clearly what was happening in front of her.

Just as she suspected, the female human was...

Fria's expression froze instantly; she never expected such a thing to happen right before her eyes.

The sight made her cheeks burn instantly, and the red scales on her body turned even redder, as if they were about to spew flames at any moment.

This male human is more evil than I imagined...

Fria gritted her teeth and calmly placed her ample, round buttocks lightly on the stool.

For some reason, after witnessing this scene, she was somewhat afraid to look at Ron, as if she was afraid that he was also looking at her.

This would make her feel very embarrassed...

"Whoo~"

Fria took a deep breath, trying her best to remain calm.

"Fria, you're getting hotter and hotter! It's so hot~"

Lucia, who is sensitive to temperature, immediately felt as if there was a small furnace next to her, with warmth constantly washing over her.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

O'Ville noticed that Philia's scales had turned even redder, which meant either there was something wrong with her body or she was angry.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something that made me angry."

Fria was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so she gave a vague answer.

"Oh, you must have been thinking of the lord, because the lord always makes Philia angry."

The naive Lucia has virtually no emotional intelligence and often says inappropriate things.

The key point is that she herself didn't feel there was anything wrong with it.

"no...."

Fria glanced at the man sitting opposite her, and when she saw his eyes looking at her, she felt a little nervous.

They seemed afraid of being discovered peeping.

He should be the one who's scared and nervous, why am I so nervous...?

“Fria, why is that? I want to know.”

Ron hadn't actually noticed Philia's actions earlier; his mind was entirely focused on his maid, and he wasn't thinking about anything else.

I only spoke up at this time to make a joke.

"You want to know, so I'll tell you?"

Fria frowned, staring at the man in front of her with her crimson vertical pupils.

She appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil.

The thought of what they were doing right now made him feel incredibly uncomfortable, and his tail had started wagging back and forth without him noticing...

"The proud little dragon will be tamed one day."