The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Seeing the man looking at her with a soft-hearted gaze, Fria loosened her tightly clenched pink lips, frowned, and retorted.

Under the moonlight, however, she no longer possessed her previous arrogance; instead, she was now dominated by coquettish charm.

This might not have been her intention, after all, Fria had just been overwhelmed by intense emotions and her heart was not yet at peace.

Of course, Ron seemed even more satisfied to see Philia like this.

What could be more interesting than gradually softening a proud little dragon into a gentle, delicate creature...?

"Okay, then there isn't one."

Ron, who was satisfied, didn't want to argue with Philia.

After all, we've already gotten a good deal, so there's no need to expose her shortcomings now.

“There wasn’t one.”

Fria refused to admit that she had given in to the other party.

In her view, she had simply said something normal.

But is this normal?

That's definitely not normal. Philia felt incredibly ashamed when she thought about the words she had just uttered.

I am a warrior of the dragon race, how can I appear so delicate...?

"Alright, that's enough for today's practice."

Ron stretched comfortably, feeling that tonight had been very fruitful.

They not only gained an improvement in strength, but also satisfied their appetite...

"Who gave you permission to leave?"

Having just suffered a great loss, how could Filiya possibly let the man in front of her go?

She planned to fight him for another three hundred rounds to vent her anger.

She then attacked the man, but held back, because Fria disdained to resort to sneak attacks.

"Are you ever going to stop? I'm going to sleep."

Faced with the menacing little dragon, Ron could only draw his sword to defend himself.

"Let me beat you up, or knock me down, or you won't get any sleep."

Fria was feeling resentful, and she wasn't going to let it out through battle.

She was afraid she wouldn't be able to sleep when she got back, and she even couldn't help but do some strange things...

"You're doomed, you evil dragon!"

A strange thought inexplicably arose in Ron's mind.

In the future, when she wanted to get out of bed, Fiora, now the Red Dragon Queen, hooked herself around with her thick tail and demanded another three hundred rounds...

Damn it, I'm going to be toyed with by the evil dragon!!!

Chapter 87 Fiona changes into a special maid outfit! She sits on Ron's lap early in the morning!

The night is getting darker.

The night breeze slipped into the room through the cracks in the window, bringing some coolness to the unbearable heat.

"Whoo~"

Having just washed herself clean, Fiona held the maid outfit the man had given her and exhaled a deep breath of hot air.

She was torn about whether or not to wear this strange maid outfit.

How can I possibly wear these clothes...?

But this is the first time that bastard owner has given me a gift, so I can't just not give it a try...

In the end, Fiona chose to remove her thin nightgown and slowly, bit by bit, put on the maid outfit the man had given her...

As soon as she put it on, she felt a chill in her back from the evening breeze.

She went to the mirror, turned to the side, and saw a scene that made her extremely ashamed...

That bastard Ron! Those clothes were made specifically for dragon girls, how could they possibly suit him?!

That bastard actually made me wear this maid outfit to see him.

We'll have to wait until we reach the pioneering lands...

She couldn't face this tonight, and felt it was too early; she should at least leave Ron out for a few days.

On the road, with so many people around, Fiona didn't want to be seen by anyone except Ron.

After much thought, I decided to wait until I reached the pioneering area before making any plans.

But, if he were to go to see his master dressed like this, could he really resist?

A lecherous master will surely make his maid eat strange things...

Thinking of this, Fiona bit her lower lip tightly, her face flushed.

I wouldn't agree to something like that with my master so easily...

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The night was deeper.

In Winter City, within the Church of the Goddess of Night, the lights still burned.

Although most of the nuns and clergy had already gone back inside.

But as a sacred place, the Papacy will not extinguish its candles even when darkness falls.

That's right, the Vatican still uses the traditional method of lighting: candles.

Although the light from a single candle is not bright enough, there are thousands of specially made candles throughout the entire Vatican.

Enough to drive the darkness out of the Papacy.

Inside the Vatican, only a few night watchmen remained; most of the nuns had already returned to their rooms.

They're either praying or already asleep.

As usual, Saintess Xilin knelt before the statue of the goddess and prayed until late at night before finally falling asleep.

She felt that the night was exceptionally long and the air was exceptionally stuffy.

This caused her prayers to become disjointed, and she would occasionally recall what Leonard Ron had said in the Earl's backyard earlier that day.

This young gentleman shared the same troubles as I did.

I often fantasize about lewd things...

Gumbling—

Saintess Xilin couldn't help but swallow.

When praying to the goddess, you must not let your mind wander...

She tried to calm herself and prayed earnestly.

But the more this happens, the more the man's voice, appearance, and smile replay in her mind like an old movie.

If only, if only Mr. Leonard Ron were here right now.

He will surely lose control, tear off his sacred cloak, press himself before the goddess statue, and defile her ruthlessly...

It must be like this...

The saint's mind was no longer filled with prayers; all that remained were fantasies about men...

The more he thought about it, the more intense his emotions became, to the point that his legs, which were kneeling on the ground, trembled uncontrollably.

Finally unable to restrain himself any longer, he lay down on his side on the cotton carpet and took an empty holy bottle from his waist...

Mr. Leonard Ron, please defile me even more, even more recklessly...

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The night was completely deep.

The temperature difference between day and night in the North is extreme, and the once bustling streets are now only filled with cold winds carrying dew.

slam-la-

In the bathroom, Fria, who had just returned from her battle with Ron, took a relaxing bath.

She was initially quite upset because she had suffered a great loss.

In the subsequent battles, whether her opponent was intentionally letting her win or not, she repeatedly succeeded.

After beating the man up, she felt better and finally let him leave.

Recalling what had just happened, a blush crept onto Phyllis's face...