Book 4: Chapter 34 |
Leon subconsciously lifted his head and glanced at the wall clock.
Given the Silver Dragon Sanctum’s location, sunrise would be a little after four-thirty in the morning—close to five.
And right now, they had just finished dinner. It was only eight in the evening.
From eight tonight to five tomorrow morning—
Why does such a simple math problem make my kidneys ache?
Leon swallowed unconsciously, withdrew his gaze, and looked back at the black-stocking beauty on the bed.
Her upper body was still covered by the blanket.
But Leon could already imagine what kind of scenery lay beneath it.
The problem was that the price of seeing this peerless beauty was an all-night battle lasting nine straight hours.
Now, it wasn’t that General Leon’s body had declined—rather, that stubborn “refusal to lose” he once felt toward Rosvitha had completely vanished.
And for a dragon slayer, conviction was everything.
Six years of married life had long since worn down his sharp edges—
There was no helping it. She was just too good at wearing him down.
So now, a difficult choice lay before Leon:
Give up the enchanting temptress before him, or grit his teeth, harden his heart, and fight her until dawn?
Just as Leon hesitated, Rosvitha threw out her next heavy-hitting olive branch.
She slowly reached under the blanket, took out a crucial prop, and put it on her head—
“R-rabbit ears…”
Leon’s eye twitched.
He recognized the accessory instantly.
And once he did, he became even more certain that the “beautiful new world” under the blanket would far exceed his imagination.
“Yes~ rabbit ears indeed~”
Speaking softly, the queen raised her hand and flicked the ears.
The fluffy ears swayed gently atop her head—playful and irresistibly cute.
“Then you should also know that rabbit ears never appear alone. They’re usually… paired with a certain kind of outfit, right?”
Her voice was low and sultry, like a devil whispering into Leon’s ear.
“Hmph. Since you’ve already guessed it, hurry up and agree, darling.”
“It’s just playing with me until sunrise. I know that’s not hard for you, is it?”
As she coaxed him, she extended her hand and slowly traced her soft, pink fingertips across the back of Leon’s hand.
The ticklish sensation traveled straight to his heart.
No matter how much Leon tried to suppress the impulse, the two dragon patterns on his chest and arms betrayed him.
“All right, I see it. They’re glowing. Even if you don’t admit it, I know right now you’re dying to—”
As she spoke, Rosvitha hooked a finger under Leon’s chin and pulled him closer.
She stared into his deep black eyes, watching her own reflection in his pupils. Her red lips parted, her voice irresistibly seductive.
“—tear me apart.”
“Come on, little lion. Use your teeth and claws. Tear me to pieces.”
Leon understood.
She’s asking for it.
Fine. Fine. You little evil dragon—skip one day without discipline and you’re climbing the roof; skip three days without ‘proper attention’ and you’re full of yourself.
I, Leon Casmode, hereby announce:
Human–Dragon War, Season Two—officially begins!
“All right, dragon lady. Don’t blame me for forgetting marital mercy and being… ruthless with you—”
With those words, Leon flipped the blanket.
But the moment it flew up, he froze.
What lay beneath was not the vision he had anticipated.
Not only was it not beautiful—it was, frankly… hard to process.
“P-padded jacket…”
The queen lay on the bed, her lower body wrapped in fiery, seductive black stockings;
while her upper body was clad in a thick winter padded jacket.
It was autumn. The temperature did dip occasionally, but—
Wearing a padded jacket in bed?! Are you kidding me?!
Satisfied as she admired Leon’s shocked and helpless expression, Rosvitha smiled.
“Do you like my mix-and-match style, dear?”
“…Aren’t you afraid of getting heat rash?”
“I didn’t get heat rash, but I did—”
Rosvitha slowly sat up, her fingers undoing the buttons of the jacket one by one.
Snow-white skin gradually revealed itself. Nestled within that soft, fragrant cleavage was a dragon pattern glowing faintly with purple light.
“—end up warming up a… rabbit.”
She slipped off the padded jacket entirely.
Clinging tightly to her voluptuous figure was a soul-stealing, irresistibly tempting bunny-girl outfit.
A long silver tail slowly emerged behind Rosvitha and quietly coiled around Leon’s waist.
While he was still stunned, she gave a slight tug and pulled him onto the bed.
Rosvitha leaned back and lay down smoothly.
“I told you tonight would have something you want to see. How could I lie to you?”
“…Mischievous.”
The queen gave a soft hum, running her index finger along her husband’s weathered profile—strong, resolute, sharply defined. Just looking at it made her heart race.
“Go on, my little lion. Do whatever you want… however you want.”
She wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck, their noses touching, both feeling the warm breath of the other.
“I only have one requirement—you already know it.”
“That is… before the sun rises, you must not stop.”
The man above her nodded silently, his broad hands gently lifting her slender waist.
That waist—perfectly sized for his grip. The ideal support point.
The dragon patterns glowed ever deeper.
In the cool autumn night breeze, they kissed with burning lips. Hot skin brushed against hot skin, producing soft, intimate rustling sounds.
For the queen, the sensation of Leon’s rough palm sliding over her delicate skin was intoxicating beyond belief.
She had been waiting for this indulgence for a long time.
Recently, there had been too many matters to deal with. Even when she and Leon were together, it was often rushed—half-hearted.
Their responsibilities were heavy; neither could fully immerse themselves in desire.
But now, one trouble after another had been resolved.
At long last, peace had arrived.
Even if she didn’t know what the future held—
Right now, in this very moment, she only wanted to make love with Leon until the world went dark.
“Ah—ngh…”
A soul-melting dragon moan escaped her lips. Pleasure surged straight to her crown, her silver dragon eyes already drowned in desire—hazy and enchanting.
She clutched the shoulders of the man above her, feeling the powerful rhythm of his movements.
Just as she had said, judging by Leon’s current intensity, he truly looked like he wanted to tear her apart.
With this kind of force, even a dragon’s body found it hard to endure.
And yet, Rosvitha wanted more—
“Not enough… Leon… Is that all you’ve got? Hmm? Tear me apart—I’m telling you—tear me apart!”
Her answer was a series of ever-deepening, relentless thrusts.
Her beautiful body sank deep into the soft bed—enveloped, pressed down, ravaged—
And at the same time, enjoying it.
Inch by inch, drawing near then pulling away, she greedily drank in everything with her body.
Her silver pupils rolled upward, consciousness growing hazy. Her flushed face resembled a sunset, her melodious dragon moans—
Coupled with the bunny outfit she had specially prepared tonight, it granted Leon a massive “attack speed and critical hit” buff.
She had provoked this lion who had been suppressed for far too long, and now she had no strength to resist.
Which was exactly what she wanted.
To be conquered.
To be conquered by the strongest man.
“Rosvitha…”
In her blurred consciousness, she faintly heard Leon’s voice.
“Mm? What is it…”
“Say my name.”
Oxygen-starved, she couldn’t quite process it.
“What… do you mean…?”
“I want you to shout my name—at the peak.”
He issued the command with a king’s cold authority, then continued to indulge in the soft little rabbit before him.
“Leon…”
Desire surged, washing away the last fragments of her reason.
“Leon… Leon…”
The dam wavered, on the verge of collapse.
“Leon… Leon! Leon—!”
Amid the repeated cries of his name, the flood burst forth—
Unstoppable.
…
Footnotes:
- shen tengExplanation: Internet slang meaning “it hurts down there” or “my kidneys hurt,” often used humorously to imply exhaustion from sexual or physical exertion.
- Zhan Tong XiaoExplanation: Literally “fight through the night”; used here to mean battling nonstop until dawn, often with exaggerated bravado.
- xiao e longExplanation: “Little evil dragon,” a teasing nickname implying someone is mischievous, provocative, and asking for trouble.
- shi siExplanation: Literally “tear to pieces”; in erotic or emotional contexts, it implies overwhelming passion or dominance.
- gong su he bao jiExplanation: Gaming slang meaning “attack speed and critical hit”; metaphorically used to indicate a sudden massive boost in performance or intensity.