The door staggered open, revealing her red-scaled paws from the edge of the frame, and Rafael pursed her lips as she slowly emerged from the steamy bedroom, her tail wagging behind her, moving for a long time before she moved half of her body out of the bathroom.

The man seemed to have bought a shirt, and he stood at the edge of the room with his clothes already changed, and lit the coal lamp.

"It's not as bright as the lights on the carriage, but it's barely usable..."

Holding a booklet with a cover in his hand, Fisher looked at the "Dragonman" column in the second subheading, and lines of text appeared in front of him.

[Body Research Progress: 10%]

[Progress of dragon race social research: 2%]

[Rewards for the next stage: 20% of the progress of the body research, 20% of the progress of the dragon race social research]

[Rewards: Constitution +2, Reproduction Ability +10, Fema Baharonting Magic Book]

Fisher closed the note in his hand and faced Rafael, who was hidden in the door. For some reason, after wearing the heavy clothes she wore today, she suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable after changing into sackcloth clothes now, especially when the humans in front of her were about to punish her.

"Don't be stunned, come over and redress your wound first."

Rafael glanced at the scarf-off wound, which had been washed with water to reveal a crimson skin that would have oozing blood if it had been squeezed.

“...”

Without saying a word, she walked up to Fisher, who had no chair as wide as in the carriage, and Fisher had to sit her on the bed. For the first time, she experienced the soft bed, and with some novelty swept her tail over the bed, then wrapped comfortably around the pillow at the end of the bed.

Fisher picked up the bandages and herbs again, and suddenly asked as he applied them,

"One of the more curious things, you said before that your dragon race family has a strong fertility, and this number of heirs should be relatively large in the sub-race, so why is the overall number of the dragon race not as good as other sub-races?"

Rafael didn't expect him to talk about this topic suddenly, and she didn't want to answer, but after all, it was the punishment time for the game, so after hesitating, she still said,

"While we're interested in ... That kind of thing is longing for..."

Rafael's scales opened slightly, spitting warm steam out of them. Fisher found that the vapors were clearly reflective of her different emotional states, such as the lukewarm temperature when she was shy, and the steam was hotter when she was angry and angry than the vapors in the steam engine.

So now she should be shy.

"But this kind of thing can only happen to the tail-fitting partner..."

"Tail mate?"

Fisher's movements to bandage the wound paused slightly.

"Heh, do you think courtship is as casual as you humans?" Rafael smiled contemptuously, as if thinking of his act of taking the girl's rose today, and she was quite disdainful of it, "The true tail mate of the dragon man can only be suitable after every possible selection, and the body and mind must absolutely adapt to the body to produce that kind of reaction..."

It seems that it is very difficult for the dragon race to find a suitable partner, if they do not find a suitable partner, they will choose to die alone, and they will not have the urge to reproduce, but once they find a suitable tail mate, the hidden reproductive impulse of the dragon race will burst out, and in this way, the number of offspring will be guaranteed.

No wonder there are a lot of descendants of their tribe and their husbands, although most of those descendants will be beaten for the rest of their lives...

"I see."

After answering her questions, Fisher gently placed her injured right leg on the bed, and then stood up, "The wound has been treated, so let's continue our research." This time it's a punishment, so it's inevitable that there will be some discomfort, so please endure it as much as possible..."

The more he said this, the more fearful Rafael became, for fear that he would do something terrible, like a declaration before his torture.

"Lie down..."

His voice like a devil sounded, Rafael pursed his lips and followed his voice, the long red hair that had not been trimmed for a long time spread out on the white sheets like a sea of roses, and the slender and beautiful body of the dragon race was set off by the white.

"By the way, I'm afraid you're not comfortable with it, here's a blindfold to cover your eyes, do you need it?"

"How could I be afraid, you just came..."

"That's good."

"Wait! Wait a minute! ”

Feeling the clothes being pushed up a little bit, Rafael immediately panicked and stopped his next move.

"Do you need an eye patch?"

Fisher asked again.

“..... Nope.."

Rafael shuddered and closed his eyes.

There seemed to be no warmth in Fisher's eyes, and he nodded, a finger running down her lower abdomen, and now he was about to begin to confirm the dragon-race's magic circuit. With the surge of magic power, the magic circuit of the dragon race, which is completely different from the color of humans, appeared, and the crimson circuit like a nerve began to glow.

It seems that the magic circuits that species only see are completely different, and although the subtle shapes of humans will also be different, the magic circuits of the dragon race are very different in their basic structure.

She didn't know anything about Fisher's research, she could only feel the human finger gliding lightly over her uncovered skin, and as she saw it sliding into more dangerous areas, she hurriedly exclaimed,

"Give me the blindfold..."

“......”

The next second, her gaze was obscured by a darkness, and in the darkness and silence, her vision was stripped away, which only enhanced her other senses, and Fisher's fingers swiped little by little, making her tremble unconsciously.

"Wait, still. Or don't wear an eye patch.."

Fisher's eyes were speechless, and he reached out to remove her blindfold, ignoring her trembling gaze, his expression revealing seriousness, as long as the moment of such research came, he was extremely serious.

"Don't move."

"Hmm.."

Rafael's scales were constantly emitting hot steam, like a warm stove or sauna in winter, and Fisher noticed that many parts of the dragon race resembled humans, and through the magical halo on the ring, he could directly feel the appearance of her internal organs.

The metabolic organs buried under the skin of the dragon race are very different from those of humans, which seems to explain why she always spews out vapor-like substances, such as now...

The whole room was like a sauna, with visible steam coming out, and the maid who cleaned the door ran through with her lips covered, and the room was so hot that even Fisher, who was as attentive as Fisher, noticed that something was wrong.

He bowed his head slightly, but saw Rafael gasping with his eyes closed, as if he was going through something very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Huh... Ay... Ay? ”

Rafael also opened his eyes in confusion, looking at everything around him that was foggy, and looking at his limpish body. There was a tingling sensation like an electric shock from the scales of the limbs, especially a severe headache.

Fisher glanced at her pale face, silently covered her snow-white body with a futon, and stood up,

"You're a little out of shape right now, I'll go find Mill."

"Hmm..."

As soon as he was about to get up, he found himself being pulled by something, and when he looked down, a red tail was wrapped around his thigh. Fisher looked up, and Rafael's flushed face, as if he had a fever, made him move slightly.

As he said, the dragonman's body is indeed beautiful.

He gently reached out and grabbed her restless tail, untying the not-so-tight tangle.

"It's not a punishment, is it?"