92 Tough Husband, Tough Wife
So, the little fire dragon is trying to use seduction on this General again?
Heh…
Such petty tricks, let me tell you, today I’ll—
Hook, line, and sinker!
Leon grabbed Roswiser’s wrist and yanked her into his embrace, making her sit sideways on his lap—
Oh wait, instead of saying Leon ‘made’ her sit, it’s more accurate that she took advantage of the situation and plopped herself down.
Roswiser wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck, their noses brushing against each other, as her soft lips hovered teasingly on his skin.
Some people are getting more skilled in this art of seduction.
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet, hmm? My big hero,” Roswiser whispered sweetly, laced with flirtation.
“Too long.”
“What… too long?”
“Six months, way too long.”
Roswiser blinked, “So?”
“So I’ve forgotten how to kiss you.”
“……”
Forgotten?
This primal urge is etched in your genes, and you forgot?
Why don’t you just forget your head in the future too?
You, you, you, this dog of a man is just looking for excuses; don’t think this queen can’t see through it.
Alright, not proactive, huh?
Then it looks like we’ll have to review the “art of tugging” as a couple.
“Aww, what a shame! I forgot how to kiss too; what a tough situation,” Roswiser said, her voice as sweet as honey.
Leon glanced at her sitting on his lap and how she clung to his neck.
And that tempting gaze and suggestive tone—
“Your seamless combo doesn’t look like you’ve forgotten anything, does it?”
“Sorry, darling, it’s just like how I used to win only the critical matches.”
“What do you mean?”
“Win only the critical matches means I only forget the critical things. Ah~ look at my silly brain, so dumb!”
“……”
Roswiser pushed her chest forward, her soft curves gently pressing against Leon’s chest.
“What should I do, darling?~ You gotta say something~”
Leon’s eyelid twitched.
Easy on the squeezing, Mother Dragon.
Just finished eating, I might throw up!
The couple continued to face off, neither wanting to give in to their impulses like they did before.
Sure, if we just charged in, everyone would be happy.
But every tug and clash mattered for their family hierarchy, so they couldn’t just make any hasty decisions.
Within their black and silver eyes reflected each other’s forms, so close that they could breathe in unison and even hear each other’s gradually quickening heartbeats.
After six months, their desires had exceeded the charm of a brief separation.
Rustle—
The silver tail rubbed against the floor, slowly wrapping around Leon’s ankle, then creeping up to coil around his calf.
The agile tip snuck into his trouser leg, teasing his knee.
Ticklish, sensitive.
Leon inhaled the familiar, enticing scent and decided to take the plunge.
He gently cradled Roswiser’s delicate face and kissed her lips.
Their mouths met and parted, like savoring each other’s taste.
After a brief tease, they dove deeper into communication.
They were both lying.
Six months hadn’t made them forget how to kiss; if anything, it had intensified their desire, making every kiss even more intoxicating and inescapable.
Kissing became feverish, Leon’s hand slowly roamed from Roswiser’s face downwards.
Gliding over her flawless neck, past her delicate collarbone, lingering on her softness for a moment, adding some spice to this long-awaited kiss.
Then he ventured towards Roswiser’s abdomen.
However, as his fingertips grazed her ribs, she suddenly jerked, letting out an involuntary grunt.
Leon panicked and quickly stopped, asking, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“Not… not really.”
Roswiser frowned slightly, “In battle… after so long, of course, I’d get a few bruises.”
She gently touched her lower rib, forcing a smile, “I think I got hit by a rock when I transformed into dragon form a few days ago… ugh… it still hasn’t healed.”
Seeing her in pain, it looked less like a minor injury and more like she had just been clobbered yesterday.
Leon quickly helped Roswiser to a nearby chair to let her catch her breath.
“You probably held back because the daughters were here,” Leon said, checking her injuries.
“Yeah…”
He lifted Roswiser’s top, his fingers unintentionally brushing over her warm skin, soft and smooth.
But it was also marked with a few wounds.
Looks like the past six months have been quite torturous for her.
Leon’s brow furrowed as he gently pressed her ribs, asking if it hurt.
Roswiser adjusted her shirt, softly saying, “It’s okay; with the dragon race’s self-healing ability, these wounds’ll heal in a few days, even without treatment.”
“Still gonna hurt for a while, right?”
Leon chimed in, then dropped her shirt, “I’ll go to Sherry and grab some painkillers for you.”
Roswiser didn’t insist on toughing it out, nodding, “Okay. So… back to the room then?”
“Yep.”
Roswiser held her side, slowly rising to stand.
But just as she was about to turn and take a step, she noticed Leon still sitting in the chair.
“Not full yet?” Roswiser asked.
“No…” He rubbed his thigh, his face looking a bit pale.
Roswiser caught onto his little motion and asked with concern, “Leg hurt?”
Leon shook his head, “Looks like that last battle was my limit… after saving magic for so long and using Nine Gates of Hell, dealing with those Dragon Kings left me barely able to walk.”
Facing four Dragon Kings, the old Leon would have been in for a tough fight;
And despite appearing unscathed after that battle, the quick drain of his magic and the side effects of Nine Gates of Hell crept up on him after it was over.
The Queen paused, then chuckled wryly, shaking her head as she walked over to Leon and helped him up, “I get it. You didn’t want the daughters to worry, so you’ve been holding it in.”
Leon could only chuckle back helplessly as Roswiser supported him.
With their shoulders touching and each other’s waists held, they slowly left the dining hall, making their way through the corridor.
“But if I had a bit more magic, I wouldn’t be so weak I can’t even walk.”
Leon said, “But that earlier… that was probably the limit of the Dragon Pattern storage. If I try to condense any more, the Dragon Pattern stops absorbing magic and instead, it all gets taken by that mysterious ‘thing’ inside my body.”
Roswiser’s mind whirred, her lips pursed, “Actually… I have a way to let you store more magic.”
Leon turned to her, “What method?”
The Queen smirked mischievously, “Really want to know?”
Looking at her devious grin, General Leon felt a chill.
He swallowed nervously, stuttering, “It’s not some weird method, is it…?”
“No, no, no! Don’t worry, it’s not ~ weird ~ at all~”
Roswiser declared, “Once I’m healed, we’ll give it a try.”
“Oh… huh?! Wait, why is it ‘we’ instead of ‘me’?!”
