Hearing Ranch's inquiry, Daisy flicked her long hair back and said with a smile, "Mr. Ranch, must I always have a matter to discuss to seek you out? We are partners, simply exchanging words, and I never said you had to come, did I?"
Unmoved by Daisy's reasoning, Ranch stood up and said, "If that's the case, then I'll be leaving."
He walked towards the door.
"Stop!" Daisy set down her wine glass and called out to Ranch, then swiftly walked up to him, pulling him back and pushing him down onto the sofa.
She then slid aside her rose-adorned gown, revealing her long, pale legs, and sat directly on Ranch's lap.
Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice dripping with allure, "Ranch, I find you very much to my taste. I think we could have a delightful evening together."
Ranch hadn't expected Daisy to be so forward. Such tone, such posture, it was almost irresistible to anyone.
But Ranch always felt Daisy had ulterior motives.
Being known as Madame Butterfly in Mapleleaf, he didn't believe Daisy was the type of woman easily swayed by carnal desires.
Seeing Ranch still hesitating, Daisy urged, "Ranch, what are you hesitating for? This is a one-time opportunity. Aren't you a man?"
Daisy's hand moved towards the space between Ranch's legs, feeling satisfied with the size, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Come on, I'll fulfill all your desires."
Ranch, testing the waters, asked, "You mean I can do anything?"
Daisy, gyrating her body, her hand caressing Ranch's chest, responded, "Anything you want, everything, including myself."
Ranch smiled, gazing at the impassioned Daisy.
His hand caressed her voluptuous and soft thigh, slowly moving deeper, while he articulated his request, "Miss Daisy, I've always wanted a maid like you. So, can you become my maid?"
Daisy chuckled, a flush of warmth spreading through her, responding, "Ranch, I didn't expect you'd enjoy such a thing."
She bowed her head, her expression one of compliance, and very cooperatively said, "Master."
However, Ranch shook his head, quite seriously stating, "Daisy, that's not what I meant. Didn't you say you could fulfill any of my desires? Now, I want you to sign a contract, the content of which makes you my maid from now on, and it should be signed under the witness of the gods."
"Are you serious?" Daisy's demeanor became stern, especially after discerning from Ranch's eyes that this was no joke.
Her face turned extremely sour, cursing, "Ranch, you're truly a delusional madman."
After cursing, Daisy stood up from Ranch's lap.
She regained the poise and grace she had when they first met, the fallen rose gown concealing her slender legs, her eyes now clear, as if the person who wanted to indulge with Ranch was not her.
Unperturbed by Daisy's curse, Ranch kept smiling at her, saying, "Miss Daisy, I merely made a small request, and you're already angry. During our initial transaction, you left a Butterfly Mark on me without my consent. And just now, you wanted to leave another mark on me, didn't you?"
Ranch glanced at the current status in the system information.
[Current Status]
[The Power of Purification lv1: Slightly increases resistance to curses and mark-related skills. (Consume ten more 2-tier Sacred Purification Potions to upgrade)]
[Butterfly Mark (Incomplete): An incomplete mark, which will dissipate on its own after half an hour.]
It seemed that his interruption of Daisy's attempt to leave a mark resulted in the mark not forming completely.
Hearing Ranch's words, Daisy was momentarily taken aback.
She took a sip of her wine, her cheeks flushing slightly under the illumination of the light, enhancing her allure.
A radiant smile then appeared on her face, choosing to mask her embarrassment with silence, yet she didn't deny the matter.
Nevertheless, Daisy was somewhat puzzled and inquired, "How did you notice it?"
Daisy was confident about the mark she left; even someone with the mind power of an advanced magus wouldn't typically detect it.
The only person who might sense it would be that old individual behind Dis, but even he would need to scrutinize Ranch's physical state closely.
Could it be that Ranch had such a powerful figure backing him?
Curiosity arose in Daisy's mind, hesitating for a moment as if considering canceling a certain plan.
"You guess," Ranch replied.
This response was undoubtedly frustrating.
Daisy, unable to restrain herself, clenched her fist, ready to teach Ranch a lesson, only to find him approaching her, suddenly kissing her directly, sealing her vibrant lips.
After savoring the moment, he whispered in her ear, "The Butterfly Mark can sense another person's physical state. I'm very curious about how Miss Daisy spent last night?"
The words made Daisy flush with embarrassment.
Although she had a husband in name, he had never touched her; her needs were always self-serviced.
Until last night, the incredibly real sensation was unforgettable.
Realizing this, Daisy grasped the situation and asked, "If you discovered everything last night, why did you keep the mark?"
Naturally, Ranch couldn't disclose the truth to Daisy, that he had cleared the Butterfly Mark with the Sacred Purification Potion, he needed to maintain an image of mystery and strength in front of her.
Thus, Ranch deliberately said, "Of course, it was to let you, Daisy, experience that feeling. The taste of loneliness is hard to bear, isn't it?"
Ranch's words ignited a hidden excitement in Daisy; her long-suppressed desires were threatening to shatter her composure, especially with Ranch's hand, seemingly magical, igniting an intense warmth wherever it touched, tempting her to tear away her rose-adorned gown.
However, Ranch's tone was indeed irritating, as if he had stripped bare her inner thoughts. So, Daisy licked her lips and playfully retorted, "Why don't you guess, Mr. Ranch?"
Their roles seemed reversed, but obviously, that wasn't quite the case.
Ranch lifted the red rose gown up to Daisy's waist, casually grasping her rounded buttocks.
The area between the lady's legs was already moist, no need for much foreplay. Finding the right position, Ranch entered without hesitation.
The slick sensation brought unparalleled pleasure, making Daisy involuntarily cry out.
Of course, physical ecstasy was one thing, but both Ranch and Daisy's minds remained lucid.
Particularly for Daisy, the desire in her eyes grew more intense, seeing Ranch not just as an object for satisfying lust but as something she wanted to possess entirely.
"Ranch," Daisy suddenly spoke up, proactively positioning one leg on the sofa's armrest to facilitate his thrusts, then said, "If you can do a few things for me, I can agree to become your maid. Then you can do whatever you want with me, even if it includes serving you with that elf girl, I won't resist."
Daisy was undeniably charming.
Her eyes now carried a vulnerable look, invoking a sense of pity, yet intertwined with a hint of allure, sparking a thought of dominance, as if she were a blend of a succubus and an angel.
Her body was exquisite, with countless in Mapleleaf desiring to have this beautiful lady beneath them, but they dared only fantasize, as Daisy's usual demeanor of nobility prevented any sacrilege.
Ranch was evidently swayed by Daisy's gaze and asked curiously, "What things?"
Daisy composed herself, ensuring her gaze appeared sincere before revealing her intentions, "I want you to retrieve the Sacrifice table from Dis Corvette for me, and also, to kill someone for me."
"Who?" Ranch inquired further.
A hint of vendetta shimmered in Daisy's eyes, her chest heaving with rage, before she disclosed a name Ranch had never heard before,
"Howard Angelio. He's the president of the Mapleleaf Tribunal branch, an advanced magus responsible for bestowing magical advancements and also my husband in name."