The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Otherwise, how could I possibly be like this?

I'll never agree to anything that jerk does again...

Chapter 109 Fiona, sit down! The Saintess's move! Obtain the Swift Archer's illustration!

The night is very long, so long that for those who suffer from insomnia, every second feels like a year.

At this moment, in Vahland, the first city in the North, the saintess Xilin of the Night Goddess's Bishop's Court was suffering from insomnia.

Normally, she would have fallen asleep by the first half of the night.

But lately, for some reason, I can't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

Even after personally making several batches of holy water to while away this lonely time, I still felt that the emptiness in my heart could not be filled.

“Mr. Leonard Ron, Xilin thinks of you constantly, imagining you gazing at me with that burning, unrestrained gaze, endlessly admiring everything about me, hoping you will tear away my sacred facade and ravage me, ravage me…”

At this moment, the saintess Xilin lay on her side in front of the statue of the Goddess of Night, hugging herself, her pink lips parted, and she kept speaking her most sincere expectations.

Ever since that day when that man stared at her body so brazenly and said he wanted to pin her to the ground, this one of the twelve chaste saints of the Goddess of the Night Church could not forget that feeling.

Because it was the first time she had been stared at with such burning gazes and assaulted with such foul language, making her soul tremble and anticipate the man actually doing those things.

She longed for a man to invade her sanctity, to press her before the idol, and to defile her cruelly...

"Mr. Ron~~~"

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The night is also very short, so short that as soon as you open your eyes, it's already dawn.

Fiona slept soundly and peacefully.

After waking up, I stretched comfortably and then got up to take a shower and soak my feet.

While washing her feet, she secretly thought about helping Ron in his room the day before.

"Damn master, I really don't know what's so great about feet. They're clearly not as nimble as hands, but you like them so much. You keep staring at them with that look, like you're about to pounce and nibble on them at any moment..."

Fiona pouted, her cheeks flushed slightly. Although she always complained, her body language betrayed her true feelings.

Before she knew Ron had a peculiar fetish for feet, she would just wash her feet at night.

Now I soak my feet in flower petals every morning and evening until they are rosy and fragrant.

She only started brushing her teeth and washing her face after the water had soaked.

While brushing my teeth, I couldn't help but think of the late-night snack Ron made for me yesterday.

That jerk of a master! The food he made was so awful, yet he was so confident, acting like he was some kind of genius.

They would never like to eat anything their owner makes.

I won't eat it again...

Although she thought that to herself, she brushed her teeth for a longer time today, and even brushed her tongue thoroughly. Finally, she went to the mirror, opened her mouth, and looked at herself.

He breathed on his hand to make sure it smelled good before going out.

That jerk of a master, he must be sleeping in again...

Fiona had instructed the chef last night about this morning's breakfast, so she only went to check on the kitchen to make sure everything was alright before walking briskly to Ron's tent.

"Whoo~"

Perhaps yesterday's events were too intense, forcing Fiona to adjust her breathing before she could enter the tent.

This time, she didn't wake Ron up directly. Instead, she closed the tent, carefully walked to the edge of the bed, and gently placed her shapely buttocks, tightly wrapped in black pantyhose, on the edge of the bed.

That damn owner, I knew he was still sleeping in.

The reason is simple: I was exhausted from what I did last night...

Gumbling—

Fiona couldn't help but reach out and gently slide her hand across the man's face, fully feeling his warmth at that moment.

That bastard master! He bullied the maid so much yesterday, he'll get his revenge today!

Thinking of this, Fiona inexplicably moved closer to the table.

Sitting in the spot where I bullied her yesterday...

She froze as soon as she sat down.

Why did I do that? I didn't mean to, but I just sat down there for no reason...

Fiona wanted to leave, but the intense emotions surging through her body caused her slender waist to sway slightly.

That's it. Now the owner is asleep and can't feel anything.

So this is the maid bullying her master.

This is revenge against her bastard owner, not because she likes him...

In a daze, Ron felt like he was having a wonderful dream, a dream that made his blood boil and filled him with excitement.

He actually dreamed of his own maid, who sat down next to him with a shy expression. Ron felt that the dream was quite real.

After all, based on his understanding of those scumbag maids, this kind of thing would probably become a reality very soon.

But this dream felt so real, it was like Fiona really did it...

"Hmm~"

The illusory power that gradually gathered together allowed Ron to wake up. He felt refreshed and comfortable all over.

However, I woke up more excited than usual today.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his maid gently placing her round, pert buttocks on the edge of the bed, her cheeks flushed with a delicate blush.

Ok?

"The most disgusting thing is a master who stares at the maid with strange looks as soon as he wakes up~"

Despite her inner turmoil, Fiona still gave her a disdainful look.

Luckily, I left in time; otherwise, that bastard owner would have seen me!

If this is discovered, the owner of the perverted woman will definitely take advantage of the situation and demand even more.

But how could I possibly satisfy my master so easily...?

"What's wrong with my eyes? But your face is so red, did you sit on something strange in front of me?"

Ron had reason to suspect that the slut had done something while he was asleep.

Moreover, this suspicion was almost supported by substantial evidence, as the rich fragrance of lilies was constantly filling the nostrils, a pleasant and alluring aroma.

"嘁~"

Fiona frowned, looking down on the man in front of her with an expression of contempt, as if she were looking at scum.

"That bastard master really has wild ideas. How could a maid possibly do anything to a master? It's the master who always forces the maid to do strange things."

At this point, she quickly lifted her round, pert buttocks to move away from the man;

"I don't know where Master gets his confidence from. The food he makes is clearly terrible. It has no color, aroma, or taste at all, yet he suspects that the maid might do something to him."

That bastard Ron, if he dares to think any more nonsense, he's dead.

She's so reserved and dignified, how could she possibly do such a thing?

"Fiona, your mouth looks like it needs to be fed again."

Ron didn't care what his maid did to him; she could sit wherever she wanted, since she wasn't losing anything.

Even though she always looks disgusted, her body language tells a different story.

Such a slovenly maid is actually quite cute.

"My master is clearly weak, but he always acts like he's so powerful. This maid isn't afraid of a master like that!"

Fiona is completely forgetful of what she learned from her mistakes; she was disgusted and deeply shocked when she ate it.

But the next day, it was as if he had completely forgotten about it, and he remained stubborn.

“Fiona, that’s not what you said yesterday.”

Ron's lips twitched. He hadn't expected that his maid's mouth would start to be so arrogant again after just one night.

"Yesterday, the maid's words, expressions, and actions were all an act, just to prevent her master from feeling inferior because of that kind of thing."

Fiona walked to the tent, licked her lips, raised her chin, and smiled smugly:

"Actually, the maid never felt what her master had done to her. How should I put it, the master had become so weak that he could be completely ignored."

That damn Ron, he's clearly weak, yet he can't sense anything.

Fiona is like this; she was deeply shocked and had a lot to swallow yesterday, yet now she's saying things like this.

"What you say now will make you suffer the consequences in a couple of days."

Although he knew his maid was being sarcastic and that it was slander, Ron still inexplicably wanted to prove himself.