That night, Russell did not get to wait for Little Dream Dragon. After breathing a blast of dragon flame, Little Dream Dragon would need at least three nights of rest to recover.
Without Dark Dreamscape's suppression, his dreams were restless that night.
Russell dreamed of the female celebrities he had liked in his previous life, of the girls he had harbored feelings for in his youth, and of Malena in this world. He even continued the snowy plain spring dream that had been interrupted last time and pounced on her.
But the scene soon shifted. Malena vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a pair of plump, rounded buttocks that struck him with tremendous force.
He recognized whose buttocks they were. They belonged to Head Maid Leona.
"Phew!"
The light rain outside had stopped, but the sky remained gray and overcast. Before seven o'clock, Russell woke from his wonderfully vivid dreams.
"This is serious. This body has matured too much. Even Leona can inspire such profound respect in me." Russell shook his head, trying to fling away his tangled thoughts, but certain wonderful sensations lingered stubbornly.
Only after calming down for quite a while did he pull the bell rope beside his bed.
The maids soon knocked and entered, skillfully tidying the entire room while Russell got up and changed into clean clothes.
"My lord, you are always so handsome." Head Maid Leona smiled as she praised him. Among the maids, she had the sweetest tongue. Every day, she would marvel at Russell's good looks, though she simply admired his handsome appearance.
She had no intention of currying favor with or seducing Russell.
In this world, in this era, there was an unbridgeable gulf between nobles and servants. Without a revolution, no one could fill that chasm.
"For that, I