The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Mses also heard her mother calling the lord's name in a tone she had never heard before.

Her voice was gentle and charming, as if she was trying her best to restrain herself. It was a voice coming from her throat, completely different from her usual self.

Lord, you must have seen your mother was working very hard and was very tired, so you massaged her.

My mother must have endured so much hardship because of me...

It's all my fault; why was I sleeping at a time like this?

My lord is so amazing! Mother must be so happy right now...

I've been working pretty hard myself, so I wonder if my lord would like to give me a nice massage too?

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Time flies, and before we know it, the sun is setting.

The day came to a close in the swamp territory.

As Shemiel returned to the castle by carriage, she felt, for some reason, that the wind was cooler than usual tonight.

Even though my calves were covered in grayish-white down, they still felt a bit cold.

This is normal, of course, since it is autumn in the far north, with a large temperature difference between day and night, and the temperature at night has already reached four or five degrees.

"Muses, I'm sorry, let's take a shower first and then have dinner."

"It's alright, Mother. Let's go back and take a bath together. I want you to scrub my back."

Many wolf cubs in the Ice Wolf Clan, even when they reach adulthood and have mates, will bathe with their mothers.

They weren't so averse to these things.

"No problem, Mr. Muses."

Shermi seemed to be in a good mood; her eyebrows and eyes were beaming with joy as she spoke, and her cheeks were rosy and pretty.

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Inside the castle, in a room, Ron stood in front of the full-length mirror, a wild grin spreading across his face.

It has to be said that sometimes it's quite nice to be willing to help wolves.

Although I didn't receive any help myself, seeing the happy smile on the other person's face after I helped them made me feel very satisfied.

Ron is like that; he will spare no effort to help his subordinates whenever they need it.

O'Vell must be exhausted after a long day. I should get her a massage when we get back to the Swamp Territory to help her relax...

Chapter 141 O'Ville, unable to withstand the pressure, actively engages in internal competition! This is how you treat a scumbag maid!

The sun sets behind the horizon, and the evening glow disappears into the clouds.

Another day came to an end in the Swamp Territory. After tending to the wheat fields, the residents returned home to enjoy their dinner.

Although it wasn't a lavish meal, it had hot soup and dishes, and one bite warmed both the heart and the stomach.

Dinner inside the castle was much the same as usual, and it ended in a pleasant atmosphere.

After dinner, Ron saw that Fria had gone out to train, so he knocked on the door of the room where the dragon girl and Fria shared.

dong dong dong-

A crisp sound came from the door.

"Who?"

Inside the room, O'Ville, who was resting on the sofa, looked towards the door with a puzzled expression.

"it's me."

Just by listening to the voice, O'Ville could tell who the man outside was.

"Lord, is something the matter so late?"

O'Ville was curious about what the other person was planning to do so late at night, but the thought of the man standing at the door made her inexplicably nervous.

He wouldn't be here to help me, would he...?

He wouldn't need to help with something like that.

Despite thinking this, she still opened the door. Seeing the man's gaze, O'Ville became even more nervous.

"You've had a long day, let me give you a massage to help you relax."

Ron's eyes lit up when he saw O'Ville wearing a thin nightgown.

Of course, this is not his fault, because the thin nightgown accentuated her beautiful figure in a very alluring way.

"No need, it's what I should do."

Despite seeing what the man in front of her did to Lucia during the day, she had hoped that she would be treated the same way.

But the words he spoke at this moment were somewhat indifferent, as if he was still angry about Philia's matter.

“Building your territory is what you should do, and massaging your tail is also what I, as your lord, should do.”

Ron is like that; he never mistreats any hardworking subordinate as long as they complete their tasks diligently.

Then Ron would reward them in his own way, making them feel happy and content.

Yarman: "?"

"No, I don't need the lord to rub my tail..."

For some reason, just hearing the man's words made O'Ville's tail wag back and forth, as if she had been waiting for this for a long time.

The lord treats Phylliss so well, she doesn't need him to pat her tail~

Even if her tail has already surrendered and desperately wants him to grab it, there's no need for that.

"He says no, but his tail is already really looking forward to it."

Ron took a half step closer and whispered in O'Ville's ear, teasing her with a smile:

"Then let me see how long your tail can hold out, and when it will curl up on its own."

As he spoke, he placed his hand next to O'Ville's tail, but instead of grabbing it directly, he simply left it hanging in mid-air.

He wanted to see how long the earth dragon girl in front of him could keep up her stubbornness, and when her swaying tail would completely lose control.

"Don't do such a pointless thing, the tail definitely won't curl up on its own..."

As the man's hand slowly approached, O'Ville felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest, and her tail swayed even more violently.

He actually did something like that! If you're going to arrest him, arrest him right now!

Why is it stopping next to the tail? It looks so weird~

But we can't just give up like this; we can't let ourselves be dragged into this situation.

Despite her words, O'Ville's breathing became increasingly rapid, her delicate body trembling slightly, as if she were eagerly anticipating something...

"Great, the tail is getting more and more energetic."

Ron's lips curled into a wide grin as he watched his tail wag more and more.

The dragon girl's weakness is really cute. After her tail has been pinched a few times, she can't help but curl up whenever her hand is placed next to her.

"Phew~ I'm not playing anymore, this game isn't fun~"

The intense pulse emanating from the tip of her tail made O'Ville feel as if she were already wrapped around the man's arm.

This feeling made her tail almost completely out of control, about to curl directly over.

Of course, O'Ville still restrained herself, choosing to turn around and gently place her round, pert buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in the thin nightgown, on the soft sofa. Her buttocks sank into it in no time.

"It seems you know you're going to lose."

Watching the little earth dragon flee in a panic, Ron's lips curled into a wild smile, and he plopped down next to her.

"But it's really impressive that they managed to extricate themselves at the last moment."

This is indeed commendable, after all, very few people in the world can control their desires.

Especially when the opportunity is right in front of you, you can get it just by getting a little closer.

A dragon that can leave directly possesses extraordinary self-control.

"My tail is indeed a bit strange, it kind of wants to be pinched and squeezed, but I don't want that~"

O'Vell pursed her pink lips and looked at the man beside her with her beautiful, watery eyes.

That's just her personality; she's steady, reliable, and rather reserved.

Of course, that's only when you haven't been caught red-handed, and you can maintain the proper composure and restraint.

But as soon as its tail is caught, it immediately transforms into a completely different thing...

"Do you really not want to, or are you just pretending?"

Ron leaned close to O'Ville's ear, lowered his voice, and said with a wicked grin.