The spacious bathroom was filled with steam, clouds of mist swirling around Andrea as she leaned against the wall of the bathtub, her eyes vacant as she stared at the chandelier on the ceiling.
“Even though I just went along with it, if I think carefully, isn’t this a big problem…”
Once she calmed down, Andrea suddenly realized that her decision might have been a bit hasty. Right now, it was as if she had handed her entire life over to this wicked woman she’d only just met. She hadn’t even asked for her name!
“Ahhh! Am I an idiot?!”
Andrea smacked her head with her nimble dragon tail, regretting it deeply. She shouldn’t have let herself be blinded by beauty, or she wouldn’t have ended up being threatened like this.
With a sigh, Andrea cupped the warm water in her hands, looking at her own reflection on the surface, her expression filled with anxiety and unease about the future.
While she was lost in thought, footsteps sounded outside the bathroom. Andrea immediately sank her body into the water, leaving only half her head above, blowing bubbles as she warily watched the door.
She saw Jody, still wearing her maid uniform, walk in slowly, first glaring at Andrea with a puffed-up face, then placing a set of brand new clothes on the dry counter.
“I’m leaving your clothes here. Hurry up and finish bathing, Miss is waiting for you, don’t make her wait too long.”
Seeing Jody about to leave after putting the clothes down, Andrea instinctively called out to stop her: “Wait!”
Jody turned around, hands on her hips, waiting impatiently for Andrea to speak, clearly still holding a grudge over Andrea’s earlier threat to eat her.
Andrea hesitated for a moment, unable to think of a tactful way to phrase her question, so she just asked directly:
“That pretty human… your Miss, what’s her name?”
“You followed her home without even knowing that? Well, that’s just like Miss.” Jody gave Andrea a surprised look, then her tone grew solemn, as if she were reciting a sacred name. “Ailaira Green. When you address her, you must use an honorific.”
Andrea turned her head away in annoyance and muttered, “Why should I respect her?”
“Hey, you big dumb dragon, why can’t you appreciate a good thing? In all the places where humans gather, only my Miss is willing to take in those of other races.”
Jody wouldn’t allow anyone to insult her supreme boss—after all, it was Ailaira who had pulled her from the mud and saved her from unemployment and homelessness!
“She’s not afraid of being found out?”
Andrea understood well how xenophobic humans could be. If not, she wouldn’t have dug herself a hole in the Valley to live in. If anyone was found sheltering someone of another race, their entire family would be questioned by The Church. The Holy Code didn’t care about your status; all they cared about was serving the Gods, and criminals had plenty to worry about.
Jody naturally knew these well-known laws, but ever since she found out Ailaira had come home safe even after turning from Young Master to Miss, her alertness had grown a lot. Compared to such sins and blasphemy, this was nothing, but she wasn’t foolish enough to reveal everything about her household to this uncertain Dragonborn, so she only hinted,
“Don’t underestimate my Miss. I don’t know why she brought you back, but as long as you’re useful to her, you can stay here without worry.”
“No one will be able to drive you out.”
With that, Jody hurried away, she still had to prepare dinner for her beloved Miss. Soaking in the hot water, Andrea felt no warmth; a chill filled every corner of her body. She felt like she’d really gotten involved with someone she shouldn’t have. If the other party really did ask her to share her bed, should she resist or not…
Ailaira’s cool and elegant profile flashed through Andrea’s mind. She imagined herself being pushed down on the bed, Ailaira exploring at will, while she, Dragonborn and strong as she was, could only submit, powerless to resist now that her weakness was grasped.
The feverish images made Andrea’s dragon tail wind tightly around her waist. Rather than nervousness, it was more like she was already getting used to a certain posture.
“Well, it’s not a loss… at least she’s really pretty.”
“Thinking of it another way, doesn’t this mean I’ve acquired a treasure of my own? The generous Red Dragon is just allowing her collection to have a little attitude, that’s all.”
“Yes, that’s right! That’s it!”
At any rate, Andrea had convinced herself and pieced together what was left of her shattered confidence. With her mindset changed, she managed to get dressed, then wandered through the mansion until she found the door to the Bookroom.
Not realizing she needed to knock, Andrea pushed the door open directly and what greeted her eyes was snowy, flawless skin.
Even her back was alluring, with a slender figure and curves just visible from behind, a graceful line extending to her skirt and lifting a round silhouette.
Ailaira noticed the noise behind her and glanced back at the dazed Andrea, slowly letting down her tied-up silver hair.
The silver strands shielded Andrea from that burning gaze, snapping her back to her senses. She quickly turned around, shy, her agitated dragon tail waving at Ailaira.
“You, you… You’re in such a hurry already! Isn’t it too fast?!”
Ailaira calmly put on the white shirt draped over the chair, lifted her long hair, and sat upright. “I was just changing clothes, there’s no need to make a special trip back to my room.”
“There’s still a lot to deal with. For example: cleaning up the mess you left at the Ranch.”
Andrea fell silent.
Watching Ailaira handle her work, she wanted to say something but didn’t dare, so she just found herself a sofa and sat down, boredly counting her own scales.
A long time passed, and Andrea was nearly dozing off, when she finally heard Ailaira set down her pen. She immediately snapped to attention, watching her carefully.
Ailaira placed the signed documents on the top of the stack, and at last, her eyes fell on the waiting Andrea, no beating around the bush as she spoke: “Take off your clothes.”
So it’s really happening… Damn it, at this point, saying she was scared or wanted to run away would be beneath the dignity of a dragon.
Andrea moved resolutely closer to Ailaira, untied the bow at her collar, and tossed it aside. Without further hesitation, she straddled Ailaira’s lap, her dragon tail instinctively wrapping around Ailaira’s calf.
Meeting Ailaira’s bewildered gaze head-on, Andrea’s voice quivered slightly as she declared:
“A noble Red Dragon will never submit to others.”
“Even if I have no choice, it still has to be me taking the lead!”
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