The night wind was a bit chilly.

Felyn followed behind the maid, walking towards a large building.

The Dragon Lady didn't live in a villa or a mansion, but on the top floor of this building.

The maid led Felyn to the teleportation sigil device, then bowed slightly to him in a salute.

"I wish you a pleasant evening."

Felyn nodded at her, and then a dazzling light blurred his entire vision.

The teleportation sigil device transported Felyn directly from the first floor to the top floor.

Felyn looked at the closed door in the hallway, repeating the maid's words.

"A pleasant evening, huh..."

Felyn wasn't sure if it would be pleasant, but it certainly wouldn't be easy.

[Miss Serafinia, I'm at the door.]

Felyn didn't knock but sent a message to the Dragon Lady.

Because the Dragon Lady needed to prepare.

A moment later.

The large door was slowly pushed open from the inside. Felyn saw a figure appear at the doorway.

But she was kneeling at the doorway.

Felyn walked into the room, closing the door behind him, and looked at Serafinia kneeling on the floor.

This name, only Felyn knew, was the Dragon Lady Serafinia's true name.

The room's lighting was dimmed, and the entire floor-to-ceiling window framed the city skyline into a flowing oil painting.

However, the glass here was special one-way glass; one could only see outside from within.

Serafinia's house was very large. As a luxury goods designer herself, her home was naturally filled with all sorts of treasures.

However, at this moment, all the exquisite decorations paled in comparison.

Serafinia wore a strapless, corseted long dress, a large portion of her back exposed, her shoulders rising and falling slightly with her breath.

A black lace choker was wrapped around her neck, making her skin appear even fairer.

Her pure white long hair was draped over her back, half-covering the exposed skin, adding a touch of temptation that was meant to be concealed.

"Master, long time no see."

It was still that lazy yet alluring voice, like an invisible hand caressing Felyn's body.

The deep red lips and pale blue eyes made her face exceptionally charming.

"Mmm."

Felyn replied to her faintly.

He stepped past Serafinia, deliberately not letting his gaze linger on her for too long.

From the moment he entered the door, the contract service had already begun.

Felyn walked over to the sofa by the balcony and sat down. On the table in front of him was a brand-new pair of black gloves.

As he put them on, he asked Serafinia, who was crawling towards him, "What's the safe word for today?"

In the dimly lit room, Serafinia's pale blue eyes seemed even more dangerous. A moment's carelessness and one could be lost in them.

"Human," she arrived by Felyn's side, tilted her head up, and gently uttered the word.

"Repeat it."

"Human."

Human, huh...

This woman still hated humans so much, even using the word as a safe word.

"Master, would you like a drink first?"

She placed her hands on her knees and slowly stood up, picked up a tray from the dining table, and then placed it in front of Felyn.

Felyn looked at the glass on the tray. This work of art, made of magic crystals, could probably sell for two hundred thousand crowns now.

"Mmm."

Serafinia held the bottle with both hands and slowly poured the champagne into the glass.

In such a quiet room, the sound of the pouring liquid seemed exceptionally loud.

Felyn didn't particularly like to drink, because drinking made it too easy to gain weight. If he didn't manage his image well, it would be a major demerit in front of his clients.

But every time he fulfilled Serafinia's contract, Felyn would usually take a sip, otherwise he couldn't perform well.

"Let's begin."

"As you command, Master."

Serafinia knelt on the floor again, her pale blue eyes now turning into vertical slits.

A hazy white halo suddenly appeared above her head, and then, a pair of jet-black dragon horns slowly materialized.

The dragon horns were not rough beast horns, but more like exquisitely carved works of art.

The tips curved slightly backward, and extremely fine dark patterns were carved on the horns, occasionally flashing with a white glimmer under the light.

If an outsider saw them, they would surely think these dragon horns were just another one of her genius designs.

"Serafinia, bring the box over."

Serafinia let out a soft "mmm" and took out a black leather-printed box from beside the sofa.

With a soft click, she opened the box.

Serafinia reached out and gently stroked the... whips lying neatly inside the box.

There were many types of whips in the box, and different materials gave completely different sensations.

Felyn crossed his legs and placed his hand on Serafinia's head, feeling her smooth, long hair.

Then his hand slid all the way down, past her flushed cheeks, feeling her delicate skin, and finally stopped at her chin.

Felyn forcefully lifted her face, forcing her to look at him.

Serafinia whimpered, letting Felyn turn her face from side to side, like a work of art being admired.

"Which one do you want to choose today?" he said in a low voice.

"Hu-human..."

After saying the word, she collapsed as if all her strength had left her.

A flush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, then down her neck, contrasting with the fading red marks on her exposed back.

Her white long hair was scattered messily on the carpet, a few strands sticking to her sweaty neck.

The hem of her dress had slipped up to her thigh due to her slightly curled posture, revealing a section of fair skin.

Felyn put the things away and placed them back in the box.

It had been a long time since he had done this, and his wrist was already very sore.

He looked at the time. An hour and twelve minutes had passed.

What a laborious job...

He didn't immediately go to help Serafina up, but just stood quietly to the side, giving her time to catch her breath.

She was still curled up on the floor, her body trembling from time to time.

Felyn squatted down and picked up a few hard pieces scattered around.

They reflected the light slightly, each piece having a metallic luster. Under the dim light, they also refracted white patterns.

They still retained some warmth, the residual heat from Serafinia's skin.

These were dragon scales.

Strictly speaking, they were old scales.

Serafinia was not human, nor was she in some kind of illicit relationship, and she was certainly not an M.

After a dragon reaches adulthood, there is a chance that the scales on its body will become old scales. Old scales will affect its development and endlessly absorb nutrients from the body.

Therefore, a higher-ranking dragon needs to help the dragon shed its old scales through dragon's breath, patting, and other methods.

Of course, this removal process would bring physical and mental pleasure to the dragon, creating a sense of bliss.

Serafinia was special. She had integrated into the human world from a young age.

When she reached adulthood, there were no other dragons around her, let alone a higher-ranking one.

Therefore, she found Felyn, and as a human, accepted Felyn's XX.

These whips she made herself were able to knock off the old scales in her human state.

At the same time, Felyn also needed to briefly play the role of a higher-ranking being during this period to satisfy the dragon's nature.

The so-called higher-ranking being, from a human perspective, was a master-servant relationship.

And during this time of removing the old scales, Felyn was Serafinia's master, and could do anything to her.

The master of this dragon lady who hated humans but had to rely on them.

Without a doubt, this was another problematic young lady client.

(End of Chapter)