48 Need Me? No Way! Heehee
A certain Dragon Slayer was a classic case of soft over hard. Having played the role of a fake couple for so long, how could Roswiser not understand him?
After some heartfelt words, the dense man’s mood improved a bit—at least he wasn’t as gloomy as before, as if someone owed him eight hundred dragon lives.
He tucked the list away with a sigh of relief and said, “Thanks.”
Leon, believing that the ever-magnanimous Queen would respond with a cheery “You’re welcome,” was in for a surprise—
“Is that all you’ve got? Just a verbal thank you?” The beauty teased, glancing sideways at him.
Her eyes clearly indicated she wanted more from Leon’s gratitude.
Leon shrugged, showing he wasn’t scared. He was fearless about turning in his homework now. Ever since opening the first gate of the Nine Gates of Hell, his body had undergone a dramatic transformation.
No matter whether the Mother Dragon wanted to discuss homework or spice things up, General Leon could handle it all.
“Just say what you want.”
As he said this, Leon leaned closer to Roswiser.
The silver-haired beauty, with her seductive glances, noticed his little movements.
Hmph, typical male! A bit of allure and he’s hooked. Whatever happened to that spirit of “I’d rather d*e than be scorched,” eh, Mr. Dragon Slayer?
Roswiser watched as Leon inched closer, her gaze slowly moving from his waist up to his ruggedly handsome face just as he pulled her into his arms.
She leaned back slightly, with only her lower abdomen pressed against him, her soft curves brushing against his chest as she playfully displayed a desire to both welcome and resist his advance, a trademark smirk on her lips.
Not taking the lead, she decided to tease her captive instead.
Meanwhile, Leon thought, “I came over to hug you, so shouldn’t it be your turn to take the lead now?”
Look, look, look! What are you staring at? Why the sly smile?
Why don’t you come closer and kiss me?
The couple embraced under the night sky on the balcony, staring deep into each other’s eyes, but neither dared to make the next move.
Leon’s gaze drifted down to the beauty’s red lips.
He involuntarily swallowed hard; just looking at those lips brought back memories of every passionate moment they’d shared.
Utterly intoxicating!
Noticing that Dog Man was drooling over her lips, Roswiser decided to play coy and slightly parted her mouth.
Leon thought, “Finally, she’s going to kiss me!”
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
She merely bit her lower lip, those soft petals denting slightly as they were bitten, like a rose being ravaged.
Leon couldn’t stare any longer and met her gaze again.
This time, her eyes were filled with “challenge,” as if they were saying, “Come on, kiss me! Don’t you want to kiss me?”
Those eyes with their teasing glint were the most alluring; her silver pupils felt like a quicksand pulling Leon deeper.
Tonight’s wind was bustling, igniting a restless itch in his heart.
In the end, he couldn’t hold back his impatience and slowly leaned in to kiss her.
The Queen didn’t resist, nor did she actively respond, simply awaiting her captive to bestow a kiss of the night.
But just as Leon reached her uniquely scented lips, Roswiser suddenly raised her finger and pressed it against his mouth.
Stop right there!
She smiled like a cunning little fox, “You think you can get a kiss after my psychological counseling? Good things don’t come that easily!”
“Tch… makes me want to kiss you even more.”
General Leon withdrew his tempting lips and let go of his fake wife.
Roswiser huffed a laugh, fixed her hair, and once her slightly flushed cheeks cooled down, she finally said, “You’re the captive; I’m the Queen. You only get to kiss me if I allow it, got it?”
“Just a moment ago, I was ‘your husband’, and now I’m just the ‘Queen’? The Mother Dragon from the Melkway family changes moods faster than flipping a book.”
“Wrong! All women are quick to change moods, especially once they become wives.”
“Ha ha, how humorous, ‘Wife Wisser’.”
After a pause, Leon seemed to catch the point of her words and asked, “Wait, are you admitting you are—”
“Admitting what? I’m not admitting anything!”
Roswiser turned, flicked her tail, clasped her hands behind her back, gracefully twirled her fingers, and left the balcony in her dragon wing slippers, casually tossing back over her shoulder, “Don’t expect me to admit anything until you can’t help but confess your feelings first.”
Oh, got it.
Lady Silver Dragon wants me to confess 2.0!
This wasn’t the first time Roswiser hinted at such a thing.
When she had just picked him up from the Empire, she had brought up the idea of a confession once before.
Honestly, Leon thought it was just her playing around.
After all, they were already married, had kids, met each other’s families, and were all lovey-dovey in front of outsiders, smoothly turning in their “homework” too—
But was a confession too intimate?
Yet the more Leon thought about it later, the stranger it felt.
Even if it was a joke, knowing her, she wouldn’t use something as serious as a confession for laughter.
Maybe the idea of “Lady Silver Dragon wants me to confess” was said in jest, but half-seriousness always left things muddled.
Who really knew what Roswiser was thinking inside?
And now, she was bringing it up once more about confessing…
Leon truly didn’t understand what she was after.
Did she want to give this fake relationship a real label?
Or was it something else?
He himself hadn’t made up his mind about whether to make said “confession.”
It wasn’t about success or failure, as their relationship was too unique.
Confessions between ordinary couples usually had two outcomes:
Success—kissing;
Failure—getting slapped.
But with Leon and Roswiser, there were many more possibilities beyond just success or failure.
Besides, Leon was still the Empire’s most wanted criminal.
Even if there was a minuscule chance that he and Roswiser would “end up together,” if he happened to suffer some misfortune afterward, wouldn’t that just make the Mother Dragon a widow?
And considering the Dragon Race’s pure-loving battle goddess personality, once Roswiser became a widow, she’d be in mourning for several hundred years.
So… what was that saying again—
Until the kingdom is stable, how can one ponder about romance?
Leon sighed silently, slowly turning around to look out over the night sky from the balcony.
His chaotic thoughts filled his mind; though Roswiser’s little encouragement lifted his spirits somewhat, new questions poured in.
How exactly would he face the—
“Hey, why are you still acting cool? I thought you’d come over.”
Roswiser’s voice came from behind.
Leon turned.
There she was, kneeling by the bed, leaning forward, peeking over at him from the balcony.
“It’s late; let’s go to sleep early, huh? If you stop your nonsense and come over to sleep obediently, this Queen will reward you with the goodnight kiss you desire the most. How about that?”
“… What I want most isn’t some goodnight kiss, how childish.”
“Alright, alright, I’m childish. Can I sleep then? I have work early tomorrow.”
Leon: “Beg me.”
Roswiser: “Beg you.”
Leon: “Begging won’t help, heehee.”
Roswiser: “Then just freeze outside. Don’t come to bed.”
Annoyed, Roswiser stood up from the bed and shut the balcony door.
She locked it too.
Leon panicked and rushed over, knocking on the glass, “Hey, hey! Are you serious?”
The couple was separated by a door.
Roswiser stood in their warm bedroom, barefoot, hands on her hips, cheekily tilting her head, “Oh great Dragon Slayer, since you refuse to join the Queen’s bed, why don’t you spend the night with the stars and the moon? Enjoy a taste of the most primordial sleep.”
“Mother Dragon! Open the door!”
Roswiser laughed, “Beg me.”
Leon: “Beg you.”
Roswiser: “Begging won’t help, heehee.”
Leon: ?
Yikes. Is that Izanami?
