Duchess Violet’s pressure was very low, and her alluring pheromones were causing significant interference for Long Ling.

Fine beads of sweat dotted Long Ling’s forehead, trickling down her cheeks.

She also desperately wanted to remove her disobedient dragon tail, but it was too tightly.

Especially after just hearing Miss Evil Dragon say she wanted to send her to the farm.

Long Ling didn’t want to till the fields or milk cows.

Being a farmer meant being exposed to the wind and sun, suffering oppression from cruel officials, and the money earned throughout the year wouldn’t be enough for the family to eat.

Her initial goal in becoming an imperial chef in the palace was to escape her original situation.

Every month, the salary issued by the palace was sent to her grandmother, allowing her to live out her years in comfort.

Even if her grandmother wasn’t in this world anymore, she didn’t want to transform from a chef into a farmer, and still bear the family’s massive debt.

She didn’t want to go to jail, nor did she want to spend her whole life unable to pay off the debt.

She wanted to rely on her own two hands to live a good life in this new world.

The more afraid Long Ling became, the more she couldn’t untangle her tail.

She tentatively asked, “Duchess, could you please not make me a farmer?
I want to stay by your side and cook for you.”

Violet narrowed her dangerous eyes, once again taking a fresh look at the little milk dragon’s ignorance.

Normal dragons would have been scared out of their wits at the sound of her name.

This little dragon actually dared to approach her and say such foolish things as wanting to stay by her side.

Who on earth gave her the courage?

Or did she think that would move her?

Her dragon tail was crippled, with no possibility of recovery or improvement.

A crippled dragon tail couldn’t walk, nor could it perform tail movements with other dragons.

Normal dragons would despise and loathe it.

Violet’s body resisted the attraction from the Alpha pheromones.

Her slender fingers pinched Long Ling’s chin, and she said coldly, “If you don’t want your dragon tail, I’ll cut it off and feed it to the dogs!”

Her voice was low, and her dark golden pupils turned into golden vertical slits, like the fiery dragon breath brewing in her abdomen.

Everyone living on the Odd Continent knew that this was a sign of an approaching dragon’s rage.

But not a fledgling little milk dragon.

Tears welled up in Long Ling’s eyes as she pleaded, “Please don’t cut off my dragon tail and feed it to the dogs.
I can do other things, very useful things.”

Violet had never seen such a timid Alpha.

The usual tactic of Alphas was to use pheromones to suppress Omegas into obedience.

Why was this Alpha so afraid at the slightest threat?

If she was so afraid, why didn’t she choose to run away, instead of staying by her side?

Did she think that would make her soften her heart?

Violet’s slender fingers pinched Long Ling’s chin even tighter, her gaze scrutinizing, like an evil dragon guarding someone trying to get close to her treasure.

Under the powerful dragon might, Long Ling’s ice-blue eyes immediately filled with tears, shrinking back, her face even paler than before, her shoulders hunched, her thin body trembling continuously.

So she knew fear now?

Violet released her fingers that were pinching Long Ling.

“Duchess.” Long Ling, with red-rimmed eyes, crystalline tears swirling in their corners, tearfully pleaded,

“Please don’t scare me anymore.
I’m very timid.
I’ll be scared to death by you.”

Violet snorted coldly in her heart.

The timid and cowardly little dragon would immediately turn around, crying, and run away, right?

The next second, a soft and fragrant maiden body embraced her.

Violet’s eyes changed slightly, and she raised her eyebrows, looking down at Long Ling.

Long Ling was really scared.

She was like prey in the mouth of an evil dragon, already doomed.

She knew she was here to serve Miss Evil Dragon, and she had to satisfy her.

Miss Evil Dragon must be disliking her for being slow and clumsy, which was why she was scaring her like this.

She knew she was wrong.

Long Ling steeled her heart, closed her eyes, and, before Miss Evil Dragon could push her away, gently kissed the gland on the back of Miss Evil Dragon’s neck.

Top-tier Alpha pheromones instantly covered Violet’s gland, which had already become scorching hot.

The heat whistled down from above, following the gland, traveling through her entire body’s blood vessels, and every limb trembled from this strange sensation.

Violet’s cheeks flushed, and the raging fire that had been brewing in her chest was drenched in a vast expanse of spring water in that instant.

The burning flame on her slender fingertips seemed to sway in the wind, trembling incessantly.

This clueless little milk dragon!

She actually dared to kiss there!

Violet’s breathing became rapid, and her breath became hot and humid.

The concentration of the released rose-like pheromones increased.

Long Ling couldn’t help but secrete more saliva.

The location of her marking teeth was itchy, and her throat couldn’t help but swallow.

Her canines protruded a little, and her silvery-white dragon tail pressed tightly against the scarlet dragon tail, the smooth, cold dragon scales rustling.

A certain desire urged her to bite down immediately.

Violet’s soft, willow-like body trembled incessantly, blooming to the extreme.

The seven parts of anger in her eyes were crushed by the spring water, becoming even more enchanting and moving.

Sharp canines probed, gently resting near the gland on the back of her neck, spreading layers of ambiguous heat.

The little milk dragon’s pheromones were soft and sweet, but the aftertaste was long-lasting, like a clear fruit wine.

At first, it had only a faint sweetness, but the more you tasted it, the more you knew the wine was strong, with a significant aftereffect.

Before it was even injected into her body, she could feel the danger of the flavoured pheromones.

If she was really marked by this little milk dragon, how could she—

Snow-white canines suddenly pressed against the swollen gland, pressing out a small red mark, but the amount of pheromones released multiplied several times over.

As an Omega, her body was always too sensitive.

Violet almost instantly collapsed her soft waist.

A large amount of pheromones caused Violet’s eyes to be momentarily lost, her chest rising and falling.

This was a stimulus she had never experienced before.

Long Ling was fed back even more captivating rose pheromones.

The surging pheromones influenced each other, making Long Ling’s eyes scarlet.

Her body instinctively wanted to plunder this mesmerizing Omega.

Long Ling struggled to maintain her sanity, asking with difficulty, “Duchess, may I bite you?”

Violet was immersed in the strawberry-flavored pheromones, her slender fingers stroking Long Ling’s back.

Long Ling was like a puppy facing delicious food, but the master had yet to issue a command.

The puppy didn’t dare to start, anxiously circling around the gland.

The sweet strawberry pheromones didn’t continue to increase, making Violet dissatisfied.

Which Alpha would dawdle for so long like this little milk dragon?

Or was she disgusted by her crippled dragon tail and unable to tail with her?

Violet’s expression turned icy, and even though the need for the little milk dragon’s pheromones was rampant, she lost interest in an instant.

She abruptly pushed away the little milk dragon, pulled over the quilt, and blocked her injured scarlet dragon tail.

The ambiguous lust suddenly withdrew, leaving only pheromones lingering in the air.

Long Ling looked at Miss Evil Dragon, who had snatched the quilt, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Had she done something to displease Miss Evil Dragon just now?

She suddenly noticed the hurt expression that flashed across Miss Evil Dragon’s face for a moment.

Her ink-black hair concealed Violet’s eyes, and her thick eyelashes cast a lonely shadow under her eyes.

[As expected, no one will like a dragon with a crippled tail.]

Long Ling heard Miss Evil Dragon’s thoughts again, as if struck by divine inspiration.

So Miss Evil Dragon felt that she didn’t like her.

“Duchess Violet.” Long Ling pinched the corner of the quilt, her voice involuntarily rising.

“Are you asleep?”

In Violet’s eyes, Long Ling at this moment looked very much like a timid hamster, poking her head out, acting suspiciously.

The old wound on her dragon tail was now throbbing faintly.

Although the scar had healed, that cold feeling in her bones was always lingering, and even beside the warm fireplace, her pain hadn’t lessened.

Violet coldly glanced at Long Ling, and Long Ling immediately tensed her body, pinching the corner of the quilt even tighter, asking softly, “Did your dragon tail hurt because I pressed on it just now?”

Violet closed her eyes, still holding the quilt tightly, acting as if this strawberry little milk dragon didn’t exist.

Long Ling nervously pinched her fingertips.

The firewood in the fireplace in the room was burning, and it wasn’t very cold, but without a quilt, she would definitely catch a cold sleeping all night.

Long Ling moved closer to Miss Evil Dragon, sincerely saying, “I learned some massage techniques from someone before.

I can massage your dragon tail, maybe it will make you feel a little more comfortable.”

Violet sneered in her heart.

Even the most powerful witches said there was nothing they could do about her dragon tail.

How could this little milk dragon have a solution?

Seeing that Miss Evil Dragon ignored her, Long Ling suddenly thought of the Emperor’s most favoured, and, struck by inspiration, began to praise her eloquently.

“Duchess Violet, you are the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen, even more noble and stunning than I imagined, with immense power.

Not only that, but you also have wealth that other dragons can hardly reach, the wealthiest dragon!”

Violet opened her dark golden dragon eyes, her gaze scrutinising, very arrogant.

“Don’t think that I will let you off just because you say such flattering words to me.”

She did indeed have many gold coins and treasures that she could lie on to sleep, but she wouldn’t give a single gold coin to this poor little milk dragon.

Long Ling put her hands together, “I’m sorry, Duchess.

Please give me another chance.

I will definitely work hard.”

The next second, Long Ling’s porcelain-white face was forcibly pressed against the cold wall, her ice-blue eyes blinking uneasily.

Miss Evil Dragon’s breath was hotter than hers, and sharp dragon claws were pressed against her throat.

Violet’s voice was very low, her eyes were also dangerous, and her red lips were like flames, “Heh, how will you ‘work hard’?”

Long Ling’s gaze lowered.

Violet’s slender legs were white and long, her cold white skin like snow, with faint blue veins visible, making people unable to forget them after one glance.

Such a beautiful pair of long legs, yet unable to stand again, couldn’t help but make people feel very sorry.