107 Little Bunny, Open the Door (4K)
Something’s off.
Very off.
Roswiser feels tingles.
They started at seven in the evening.
But now it’s past one in the morning and Leon shows no signs of stopping.
Roswiser tries to analyze why he’s so energetic.
First, after more than half a month of resting, it’s no surprise—this guy recovers faster than any normal human being.
While it takes others two to three months to heal fully, it only takes him a week.
This is why Roswiser strictly enforced the “every three days” policy in the first place. Just one slip-up and Leon regains strength, slipping out of her control—like right now.
Second: Bunny outfit + black stockings = double critical hit plus the “fight harder” buff.
Two things straight-up hit his sweet spot, and there’s no telling if this opportunity will come again, which is why he’s putting in so much effort tonight.
Lastly, we’ve got the trusty Dragon Pattern. Every time, it surpasses Roswiser’s initial expectations.
After who-knows-how-many intense rounds, Roswiser collapses on the bed, utterly spent.
Her head’s dizzy, her limbs ache, and she just wants to sleep.
Even her dragon body can’t take this much.
She needs rest! She needs rest!
But before she can lie down for five minutes, Leon gently grabs her tail.
This signals the start of the next round.
Roswiser’s tail reflexively twitches, but her dragon physique—depleted to the bone—can’t handle any more of this.
“Tomorrow… Can we do it tomorrow?” Roswiser pleads.
“Not possible. Matters of today must be resolved today. Have you forgotten your teacher’s principles?”
Roswiser rolls her eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. “But it’s already past midnight! You’ve gone from last night at seven until now. That’s more than ‘today’s matters today’! Isn’t it?”
“You’re mistaken, Melkway. You really need a refresher in math sometimes.”
Leon states matter-of-factly, “When I say ‘today’s matters today,’ the ‘today’ starts from the moment I say it. So, from seven last night until seven tonight—we’re not done.”
Upon hearing this, Roswiser practically wraps her tail around herself out of shock. “You… You can’t possibly be serious about going until seven tonight, right? You cannot mean that!”
“Of course not.”
Roswiser exhales, relieved—momentarily.
But Leon’s next words dash her hopes, “I’ll make time for you to eat.”
Roswiser blinks.
Roswiser panics.
Giving her just enough time to eat?!
Am I some kind of endlessly renewable water resource, you monster?!
Looking at Roswiser’s expression, Leon adds, “Hmm, Melkway, are you not satisfied with the study break your teacher gave you?”
Roswiser turns her head away, “Satisfied, teacher. Very satisfied. At least you’re allowing me to eat.”
“Aww, you’ve really broken my heart,” Leon pretends to be heartbroken. “Then how about this? As a bonus, I’ll give you half an hour to spend with Moon. How does that sound?”
Roswiser grits her teeth, “Th-th-thank you, teacher.”
“You’re welcome. If you truly want to thank your teacher, pay attention during class, alright?”
Roswiser says nothing, only nods.
Leon glances at the clock—indeed, it’s already late.
Pushing further might actually disrupt the rhythm of his recovery.
Even after two weeks of rest, Leon can’t afford to recklessly expend all his energy. That would only give the mother dragon a chance for revenge.
What do you call it…?
Ah yes, steady flow.
He pats Roswiser’s scarlet, flushed cheek, gets up, and gets dressed.
“Alright, class is over for today. Melkway, you did wonderfully. We’ll continue when we have time.”
Roswiser grabs the blanket and covers herself, her slender fingers gripping the edge. Watching Leon’s back, her eyes glow with frustration and irritation.
Dog man, you’ll pay for this!
…
The next evening, Roswiser finishes her work early and returns to her room.
She stands on the balcony, looking at the backyard where Leon is playing games with Moon. They won’t be back for a while.
“Perfect chance.”
The Silver Dragon Queen turns around and quickly dashes into Leon’s room.
Once inside, she heads straight for the bedroom.
First target: the pillow.
Roswiser dismantles Leon’s pillow, poking here and there, but finds nothing.
Next, the bedsheet.
She lifts it and feels beneath it carefully, but there’s still no sign of the backup pictures of the bunny outfit Leon surely has stashed somewhere.
After searching, Roswiser tidies up and places the pillow and blanket back where they belong.
She frowns, her hands on her hips, glancing around Leon’s room.
“Where would he hide it…”
It’s obvious—only by finding the backup photos Leon has stashed somewhere can she end his winning streak.
And Leon must be aware that these photos are the key to his freedom, so they’d surely be hidden in a very secret, very hidden place where Roswiser can’t easily find them.
The objectives for both parties are crystal clear now:
Leon: Hide the photos, maintain control.
Roswiser: Find the photos, reclaim control.
What about cycles of revenge?
Nonsense!
Only by seizing absolute control can one ensure their position in the household!
“How dare he act this way like he’s the dominant one—ha! Over my dead body!”
Muttering under her breath, the queen continues to search the room.
She checks the vase, the desk, under the bed, the balcony—everything, but there’s no trace of even one photo.
After searching for a while, Roswiser starts to wonder,
“Is he tricking me? Maybe there are no backup photos at all…”
But she quickly dismisses this thought.
If there were no backups, Leon wouldn’t be so arrogant.
Since searching his room hasn’t panned out, Roswiser decides to check elsewhere.
She steps toward the door when she hears the lock turn.
“cr*p!”
Leon is back.
He can’t see her in his room—everyone knows she’d be snooping around for those pictures!
Instinctively stepping back, Roswiser looks around for a place to hide.
In her panic, she chooses the closest option—the bathroom.
Roswiser presses against the bathroom door and listens carefully to the sounds outside.
“Moon, Dad has some work to do tonight, so I can’t play with you. Go to sleep early, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy, goodnight~”
“Goodnight.”
Oh please, Leon. You’ve planned this perfectly, haven’t you?
Click.
The door closes.
Now they’re just separated by a wall.
It’s after dinner, still early to sleep, so chances are low that he’d come to the bathroom now, right?
Roswiser’s logic makes sense—under normal circumstances, Leon wouldn’t bathe right after entering, giving her a chance to slink out unnoticed.
But…
There’s one crucial detail she’s overlooked:
Dragon Slayers possess an innate perception of dragons!
The moment Leon closes the door, he catches a familiar yet faint scent.
It’s… Roswiser’s body odor.
Still, he doesn’t overthink it; after all, Roswiser often comes and goes from his room, so leaving traces of her scent is normal.
Leon slips off his shoes at the entrance and walks in.
But when he enters the living area, he pauses.
The pillows, the blanket, the sofa cushions, and a few other furnishings look…
Perfectly tidy.
Too tidy. It’s like his room has been cleaned up to an almost sterile level.
After a moment’s thought, Leon understands.
“So, she couldn’t resist and came for the photos, huh?”
With that realization, Leon turns and heads for the door.
He plans to use this as leverage to torment Roswiser tonight.
However, as he quickly passes by the bathroom, he stops again.
Leon slowly turns his head and looks at the bathroom door, tilting his head slightly with a sly smirk.
Then he looks away and unlocks the door.
Roswiser, hearing the lock turn, breathes a sigh of relief.
But her reprieve is short-lived. Leon will be on his way to her room next, and if he doesn’t find her, he’ll surely come back here.
So she has to act quickly.
Exiting via Leon’s balcony will let her circumvent straight back to her own—since their rooms are adjacent—and keep him from figuring out anything.
Having planned her escape, Roswiser slowly pushes down the bathroom handle—
Squeak—
“Aaah!!”
Roswiser jumps back when she sees someone standing right outside, her tail practically shooting up in fright.
Leon crosses his arms, leaning casually against the bathroom threshold, whistling nonchalantly. “Melkway, sneaking into your teacher’s room—are you trying to steal the exam papers?”
So he knew from the start!
He unlocked the door before locking it again—just to fool her!
Roswiser retreats inside the bathroom again and slams her hand against the doorframe.
Leon leisurely turns on the bathroom light and looks through the frosted glass, noticing Roswiser’s silhouette blocking the way.
“Cough cough.”
Leon clears his throat, and Roswiser isn’t sure what’s coming next.
“Next up, a song requested for Melkway by Mr. Leon Casmod—a special rendition of ‘Little Bunny, Open the Door.’ With a message from Mr. Casmod to Melkway: You looked amazing in that bunny outfit last night!”
Roswiser: …
“Little bunny, open the door~”
“You can forget it, dog man! I’m not opening the door!” Roswiser yells back.
“Come on, open up~ Let me in~”
Leon sings, his hand slowly reaching for the bathroom doorknob. “If I count to three and I can’t open this door, Isar will receive that bunny picture of yours in three hours.”
With a soft whoosh, the glass door swings open.
Roswiser stands there, her silver dragon eyes glaring daggers at Leon, full of resentment yet helplessness.
Leon smiles with satisfaction. “That’s more like it, Melkway.”
Roswiser shoots him one last dirty look and steps forward, ready to accept her fate.
But it seems Leon has different plans—he seems intent on… doing it right there.
SLAP.
Leon lifts his arm and braces one hand against the doorway, cutting off Roswiser’s escape route.
Roswiser immediately understands his intentions.
As Leon steps closer, Roswiser slowly backs up.
And once they’re both inside the bathroom, Leon closes the glass door behind them.
The light of the Dragon Pattern begins to flicker—indicating an unavoidable battle on water.
Leon stands before Roswiser, gently lifting a strand of her hair from her ear.
“Why come to my room? Were you too eager to start tonight’s lesson?”
Roswiser nervously clutches her skirt, her tail curling up in anxiety.
She averts her eyes as her cheeks redden visibly, like the blush of twilight on a lake.
Despite her dissatisfaction, she has no choice but to submit.
Leon’s fingertips trace her reddening, warm cheek, gently gripping her delicate chin to force her gaze upward.
After enjoying a brief moment of the Silver Dragon Queen’s defiant yet helpless expression, Leon’s hand gently settles on her shoulder.
Roswiser’s body quivers slightly as she glances downward at her shoulder.
Leon slowly pulls down the strap of her dress, revealing her smooth and round shoulders.
And the edge of the Dragon Pattern.
He moves closer, pressing lightly against her chest.
Roswiser mutters softly but can only let him invade her personal space.
Watching Leon become more brazen, he turns the nearby shower faucet, releasing a cascade of warm water over them both.
Roswiser’s silver hair sticks to her cheeks as steam fills the air.
Her dress clings to her body, exposing flawless skin as the water runs sensually down her curves.
“Little bunny, sneaking into my room for mischief? Well, teacher has to properly teach you a lesson.”
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