The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Dude, are you possessed by me?

"Fria, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly have any expectations for someone with stinky feet like yours?"

Ron was stunned. He realized that something was wrong with the little dragon in front of him. It seemed to be exuding an evil aura.

Could this be the change after awakening?

If things continue like this, wouldn't I become nothing more than a toy for this evil dragon after Philia becomes the Red Dragon Queen?

Damn it! ! !

Ron's feelings were complicated. He wanted to see what kind of person Fria would be after she became the Red Dragon Queen.

I inexplicably felt that being treated that way would be humiliating, yet I was also somewhat excited.

Let's hope the evil dragon doesn't cause any weird XPs to emerge...

"Stubborn humans."

Seeing the man's expression, Fria felt a surge of excitement.

Although I want to do it, how could I possibly satisfy this shameless human?

You have to make him like you, but you can't have him.

"What are you doing...?"

A brief moment of distraction caused Phyllis to lower her guard, giving the man an opportunity to grab her slightly unfolded dragon wings.

Of course, it was originally closed up, but for some reason, after feeling a bit intense, it couldn't help but relax.

"I'm curious about your dragon wings and want to touch them."

Ron was telling the truth; after all, it was the first time he had ever seen such a unique creature as a dragon wing.

Its wingspan is covered with a layer of reddish scales, hard and smooth, which, when unfolded, resemble a fine work of art, beautiful and elegant.

"If you keep going, my fist is going to kiss your face."

The moment the man touched her dragon wing, her delicate body trembled slightly. Now that he was gently stroking her, Phyllis felt that the entire dragon was finding it hard to resist this sensation.

Damn it....

Why are dragon wings so sensitive? Even a light touch from this man is unbearable for them...

If this continues, the scales will be lost...

"Forget about using your fists."

Ron could clearly feel that the scales of the little dragon in front of him were softening little by little.

This little dragon is so sensitive. Is it going to break down after just a touch on its wing?

From this perspective, she seems to have weaknesses all over her body.

No matter how strong they are, they'll still be completely under my control...

Snapped--

Without further hesitation, Fria raised her fist and punched the man in the face.

But the force was much less than before.

Affected by the dragon wings, it was as if most of her strength had been drained, so her speed naturally slowed down.

Snapped--

The punch was blocked.

"Fria, you're consumed by desire right now, so you can't use your full strength, can you?"

Ron licked his lips and said with a mischievous grin:

"You're actually quite cute like this."

He was telling the truth. A faint blush spread across his face, and his eyes revealed a touch of tenderness, making him much more charming than his previous arrogant demeanor.

"It seems you, a human, know quite a bit about my situation."

Phyllis is not the dragon she used to be; she wouldn't completely lose her power because of this feeling.

With a sudden burst of strength, Ron lost his grip and his hand was pinned to the ground.

"not good...."

Upon realizing this, Ron sensed that something was very wrong.

After its second awakening, this evil dragon will no longer be as easily manipulated as before.

"Is she still cute now?"

Seeing the man's flustered expression, Fria couldn't be more smug.

I felt incredibly comfortable.

This shameless man deserves to be played like this.

"No, it's not cute anymore."

Ron is a flexible person; he's willing to back down if things aren't going his way.

Moreover, the woman before me is the future Red Dragon Queen; it is not shameful to submit to her tyranny.

Isn't it normal that humans can't defeat dragons?

"What? Am I not cute?"

Feigning anger, Fria pressed down harder.

"So cute, so adorable."

Ron was stunned; he never expected to be played like this by Little Dragon.

It's all Wilson Gray's fault. That guy couldn't rest in peace even in death, causing such a huge mess.

They'll be played to death later.

"Come here, you lowly human, come and massage my tail. I'll consider letting you go once you feel comfortable."

Filya changed her usual behavior and began to confront her desires, because she realized that such things should be guided rather than suppressed.

If you let this build up, it will only make you feel unwell.

When it finally erupts, it might be completely unbearable, and one might become a slave to desire.

Even if they are treated like toys, they are willing to accept it.

But things are different now. Philia feels that she is the master of her desires and can control them at will.

Moreover, she can freely control the man in front of her.

Before, it was passive; now it's different—it's about ordering the other party to stroke its tail.

The feelings are different.

Ron: "Huh???"

"You said you wanted me to rub your tail, did I hear that right?"

Ron strongly doubted that he had misheard, because such a thing was absurd just to think about.

I never imagined that such an arrogant dragon would ask me to stroke her tail...

"You heard me right. Humans like you were born to do this kind of thing for me."

Philia felt an extraordinary sense of control over the man in front of her.

Shameless humans should be subjugated at my feet and become my amusing toys...

"You evil dragon, how dare you ask me to do this kind of thing? This is outrageous, absolutely intolerable."

Ron was furious and trembling. He felt like the heavens had turned upside down, and even the dragon's minions were now riding on his head and urinating on him.

"Is it really that unbearable?"

Before Fria could even open her mouth, the man in front of her placed his hand on her tail.

This feeling is so intense!

"Of course, I would never have done such a thing if I hadn't been forced by your tyranny."

Ron spoke with such righteous indignation, as if he were utterly disgusted and abhorrent about such things.

"Then I'll give you a choice. Now you can take your hand off my tail."

Fria could clearly sense that the other person's expression when kneading the tail was one of obvious pleasure and fondness.

"No need. I owed you before, so this is just me paying back the debt."

Anyway, Ron is determined to take advantage of this situation today.

After just a few moments of kneading, the scales on that thick tail had all softened.

The tip of its tail began to curl over...

"You're being stubborn. I don't care what you think. Just give me a good massage."

At this moment, Fria felt waves of intense energy coursing through her body from the base of her tail.