Life After Being Claimed by the Disabled Dragon Lady - Chapter 15

Violet didn’t mind occasionally humoring the little hatchling. She was already three hundred years old, an age when a dragon reached maturity in all respects, giving her absolute control over everything.

The little hatchling was still young and hadn’t seen much. Violet could satisfy all the things the little dragon desired—this was the advantage of a superior being.

What she desired now was a little dragon who would wholeheartedly serve her.

Long Ling was indeed completely captivated by the gentleness Violet showed.

She had previously thought the Evil Dragon Miss would disagree, but the Evil Dragon Miss turned out to be so good: not only did she promise to help repair her road and give her a private kitchen, but she also allowed her to freely manage the manor’s farm.

As the Omega caressed her cheek, inhaling the rosy scent of her body, Long Ling couldn’t help but lose herself in Violet’s deep eyes.

At that moment, a servant brought out the dessert: “Your Highness, this is today’s after-dinner sweet.”

Violet released her fingertips and addressed the servant: “Bring it up.”

The white-gloved servant stepped forward and lifted the cover from the golden platter. A sweet aroma of cream immediately wafted into the air.

It was a food Long Ling had never seen before: four layers of sweet, fluffy cake covered with an almond sugar coating, with a layer of fine white sugar sprinkled on top, piled with sliced apples, cherries soaked in liquor, and a small kind of red berry.

The servant cut it with a glittering silver knife. The cake’s center was made of four layers of sweet fruit jam, and the pure white cream peeled off like layers of flower petals, resembling a mound of snow.

Long Ling took a small spoonful with her dessert spoon. The sweet, soft, and rich taste melted on her tongue, a sweetness more blissful than even frosting.

Long Ling’s eyes lit up, and she couldn’t help but praise Violet: “This is something I’ve never eaten before, it’s too delicious!”

Violet curved her lips slightly: “You can have more.”

Long Ling scooped a small spoonful of cream and offered it to Violet.

Long Ling’s eyes were sparkling: “For you.”

Doing this was like offering a flower from another’s garden, but at this moment, her favorable impression of Violet reached its maximum, and she only wanted to give the best things to the other party.

Violet looked at the little hatchling’s porcelain-white face, the flush on her ears, and her crystal-clear dragon horns turning pink.

The strawberry-flavored pheromones became sweet and captivating. Young Alphas were easily seduced; their pheromones would readily expose the intensity of their desire for an Omega.

Violet watched the little hatchling’s adorable appearance for a while, then parted her lips and ate the small bite of cream.

Her dark-red lips gently enclosed it, a soft, red tongue peeking out from the gap between her lips. The fresh, sweet cream was quickly consumed.

After eating the cream, Violet noticed the little hatchling was still staring at her.

Accustomed to being served, she said languidly, “Do you want to keep feeding me cake?”

Long Ling nodded obediently: “I want to serve you.”

Violet gave her a helpless glance.

Long Ling proactively fed Viola-Lotte some of the cream cake. After tasting about half of it, Violet didn’t want any more.

“You finish the rest.”

Violet was about to use her handkerchief to wipe her lips but realized she had given it to the little hatchling earlier, who had kept it close by and hadn’t returned it.

Such behavior from an Alpha was a bit impolite, but seeing as the little hatchling had served her well, she could forgive her this time.

Violet picked up her wine glass, watching the little hatchling eat the cake with leisurely amusement.

Long Ling thought, just like in the morning, the Evil Dragon Miss’s appetite seemed small, no wonder she was so thin.

But in fact, Violet wasn’t that thin—she had a slender waist and long legs. When Violet pressed her onto her full bosom, she would feel a little breathless.

Long Ling’s ear roots heated up, and she shook her head, warning herself not to dwell on such thoughts.

She forked a liquor-soaked cherry. The mellow aroma of the rum blended with the fruity scent of the cherry, making it soft, sweet, and fragrant.

The brewing technology in this world was far superior to her own era. The liquor was not murky but clear and transparent, which made the cherry even more tempting.

Long Ling knew how to make candied plums herself, but it was different from the dessert Violet gave her. The method in her court was to soak fresh white plums in snow water mixed with plum petals overnight, take them out, then marinate them with honey, and serve them with a pot of clear wine.

She had not expected that here they used a liquor-soaking method, combining the wine’s aroma and the fruit’s fragrance to create such a delicious dessert.

She accidentally ate too much. The alcohol clinging to the cherries turned Long Ling’s fair cheeks a rosy red.

She realized she couldn’t eat any more of these, or she wouldn’t be able to serve the Evil Dragon Miss tonight.

As soon as Long Ling put down the dessert spoon, the attendant serving nearby quickly came over and asked if she wanted red wine or juice.

“Lemon juice, with some ice cubes.”

A cup of lemon juice with ice cubes, giving off a cool, refreshing chill, was quickly brought up.

Long Ling had dined at the Clan Chief Grandma’s house, and other little dragons drank juice like this. Some dragons didn’t even drink juice, only ate ice cubes, capable of inhaling a large bucket of ice cubes in a frenzy.

In their world, ice cubes were extremely valuable, affordable only to wealthy households. But in this world, every dragon had magic, and ice cubes could be mass-produced.

Besides dragons, other races like witches and elves also seemed to possess special abilities.

Long Ling took a sip of the iced lemon juice, and the heat on her face immediately subsided.

The refreshing cold was particularly noticeable in early spring, diluting the residual sweetness in her mouth and bringing an extremely satisfying feeling. With a few more sips, the heat in her body dissipated even faster.

Long Ling didn’t dare to overindulge, and after drinking half, she quietly glanced at the Evil Dragon Miss.

Violet seemed to be savoring her wine, her cold, beautiful eyes slightly closed. A light blush stained her pale cheeks, placing her in a state of slight tipsiness.

A translucent inhibitor patch was affixed to the side of her neck. With the action of drinking, the line of her slender, pale neck flowed smoothly, graceful like a swan, and her long, wavy black hair outlined a captivating aura.

The red wine was almost finished. Violet’s alcohol tolerance seemed to be excellent; her arrogant eyes remained clear.

She slightly raised her chin and commanded Long Ling: “Escort me back to the bedroom.”

Upon hearing Viola-Lotte’s command, Long Ling immediately stood up and walked over to push Violet’s wheelchair.

It seemed the Evil Dragon Miss was still a little drunk; otherwise, she wouldn’t let her help with such a task. She was determined to take good care of the Evil Dragon Miss.

Long Ling firmly grasped the push handles behind the wheelchair and smoothly escorted the Evil Dragon Miss all the way to the bedroom.

She bent down, placed her hands on the Evil Dragon Miss’s slender waist, lifted the Evil Dragon Miss horizontally from the wheelchair, and gently placed her on the large bed.

The Evil Dragon Miss’s dark gold pupils were slightly closed now, and the cold, beautiful outer corners of her eyes were tinged with seduction, like a fiercely blooming red rose.

Long Ling helped her take off the long trench coat, and her exquisite figure was immediately exposed.

The line of her slender waist was beautifully contoured, and her long legs were wrapped in black suit trousers, making her blush with excitement.

Long Ling took several deep breaths and began to unbutton Violet’s shirt.

She bit her lip, her fingertips trembling slightly. While unbuttoning, her gaze couldn’t help but fixate on the inhibitor patch on Viola-Lotte’s neck.

The skin around the inhibitor patch was slightly red, especially noticeable against her fine white neck, and the happy, exciting pheromones would be released continuously from there.

If she tore off the inhibitor patch as well, she would immediately receive the comfort of the Omega’s pheromones.

Long Ling’s heart pounded, and her canine teeth were quietly emerging again. She frantically lowered her thick, curled eyelashes.

After unbuttoning two buttons, pure white, flawless skin instantly came into view.

The alluring, deep cleavage was immediately visible. Long Ling’s cheeks flushed, and she clenched her sweaty fingertips.

At that moment, Violet’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, and her warm breath fanned Long Ling’s ear: “What are you doing?”

The crystal-clear dragon horns immediately turned crimson, and even her silver-white dragon tail appeared.

Long Ling quickly pulled her skirt down, hiding her shy dragon tail, and remembered her promise to massage the Evil Dragon Miss.

“I wanted to massage your shoulders for you. Please lie on your stomach first.”

Her soft, trailing voice trembled slightly, clearly feeling a little guilty.

Violet caught the scent of the little hatchling’s agitated strawberry pheromones and also wanted to see how long this little hatchling could endure.

Violet turned over, resting her chin on her hands, waiting for the little hatchling’s service.

The Omega’s back was also beautiful. Even in a white shirt, her clear butterfly bones were visible, and her enchanting curves extended to her waist.

Long Ling placed her hands on Violet’s shoulders and gently began to massage her.

Violet had indeed been somewhat fatigued from working at Grace Harbor today. The moment the warm, strong fingers touched her, she knew the little hatchling’s massage skills were quite good.

It was very comfortable; excellent in both technique and pressure.

The Alpha’s strawberry pheromones softly enveloped her, carrying a hint of fresh citrus, the scent of the soap the little hatchling had presumptuously used for her bath.

Violet frowned slightly and commanded the little hatchling in a low, husky voice: “A little lower.”

Long Ling’s hands immediately moved down a bit.

“Further down.”

Long Ling placed her hands on Violet’s slender waist.

“Keep rubbing.”

Violet only relaxed her tightly furrowed brow when she felt the citrus scent had moved further away from her.

She had to instruct Elena to discard the citrus-scented soap in the bathroom tomorrow.

Long Ling kept her head down, diligently continuing the massage. The Evil Dragon Miss’s waist was very soft; she couldn’t use too much force when rubbing and had to locate the acupuncture points precisely and use skill.

But as she massaged, she suddenly heard the Evil Dragon Miss’s light, rapid breathing.

Long Ling’s cheeks flushed at the sound, and a layer of glistening sweat appeared on her forehead. The Evil Dragon Miss must be satisfied with her massage.

To repay the Evil Dragon Miss, she would be even more attentive!

Violet felt increasingly stimulated by the little hatchling’s massage, her whole body feeling soft. Last night, when her legs were massaged, she hadn’t felt the temperature of the little hatchling’s hands, but when the sensitive waist area was massaged, it felt as if a subtle current was being drawn from the little hatchling’s fingertips, making her inevitably enjoy it.

The bedroom was warm. Long Ling focused on massaging for a long time, moving from the Evil Dragon Miss’s waist all the way down to her legs.

Unfortunately, after a whole day of busyness, sleepiness gradually crept in. Her heavy eyelids fought a losing battle.

Finally, she succumbed, her eyes closing, and she instantly fell asleep.

Violet was feeling more and more aroused by the massage, when she suddenly heard the even, lengthy sound of breathing.

She turned around and saw Long Ling sleeping comfortably. Her own scent gland was hot and swollen, and she really wanted to step on Long Ling’s silver-white dragon tail.

Unfortunately, her legs couldn’t move, so she couldn’t punish the little hatchling immediately.

However, the little hatchling’s current sleeping position was indeed curled up at her feet, so she would consider it as having stepped on it.

“Useless little thing.”

Violet glanced at the little hatchling and tossed a blanket over her.

Long Ling was sleeping soundly, her cheeks rosy. With the blanket, she slept even deeper.