Chapter 25: The Queen and the Whip
That evening, Isar had arranged guest rooms for the little dragon ladies, and then she dragged the couple off to another room.
As soon as the door opened, a delicate fragrance wafted in.
Leon and Roswiser stood at the entrance, gazing at the room’s decor:
A soft and spacious waterbed, a bathtub filled to the brim with rose petals (but no drainage, of course), and a cabinet seemingly stuffed with various little props.
It was a classic re-release!
“Hey sis… did you set this room up like the last time?” Roswiser asked.
The first time she brought Leon home to visit Isar, her dear sister had done them the honor of preparing a love suite for them.
Who would’ve thought that just after the chaos had settled, sis would be itching to dive back into this again?
Guess next time they visit, I should bring a camping tent, Roswiser thought.
“Nope!” Isar replied, crossing her arms and sporting a mischievous grin. “After you two left last time, I didn’t change a single thing. This room stayed perfectly intact even during those chaotic days.”
“Then what gives…?”
“From the reaction you had last time, it looked like you both enjoyed the amenities here, so I just kept it as is.”
“……”
The couple exchanged glances and read the word “speechless” in each other’s eyes.
Although their relationship had become much more intimate since their last visit, sharing a bed wouldn’t just be limited to the basic “holding hands” anymore.
Even so, they both felt a touch uneasy about that somewhat outrageous waterbed.
Let alone the little “Ace of Love” props in the cabinet nearby.
The whole room’s vibe could be summed up in two words:
Waves.
Waves of ambiguity, waves of excitement, waves of the romantic escapades of men and women.
“All right, then! I wish you two a wonderful night. Goodnight~”
At some point, Isar had retreated to the door, calling out goodnight while slowly closing it.
Roswiser opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the door closed with a bang, making her swallow her words.
Turning to the room, Leon was already at the edge of the waterbed.
He pressed down on the bed, and it made a light squishing sound, “Not bad! About the same as last time.”
“Oh? Sounds like you’re still reminiscing about us sharing a bed back then,” Roswiser teased.
“Of course.”
Roswiser was taken aback; she didn’t expect Leon to drop the bravado and respond so readily.
But it turned out, after all this time playing mental tug-of-war with Leon, she couldn’t always predict what he’d say next.
“I’ll remember how you jumped into my arms screaming because of a spider for the rest of my life.”
Roswiser:……
Leon ignored the eye-roll from the Mother Dragon and looked up at the ceiling above the waterbed.
No little traps this time, hopefully.
He remembered how, right before they left last time, he’d played a prank on Roswiser by leaving a toy spider at the door.
He probably got Isar with that, too, which is why she had stashed those childish pranks this time around.
But Leon hadn’t told Roswiser about any of that.
The last thing he needed was to be misunderstood as a “wife-protecting warrior.”
Who are you calling a husband protector? Not me!
After confirming no traps were lurking about, Leon opened the cabinet next to him.
As soon as the door swung open, a whiff of “Ace of Love” hit him square in the face.
Little whips, low-temperature wax, handcuffs, red ropes, some kind of ball…
“Your sister sure knows a lot…” Leon couldn’t help but admire. “Feels like she stocked up even more than last time?”
Roswiser stepped closer, her eyes widening at the plethora of “toys” inside. “She probably read all sorts of weird books again during this time.”
“Oh, does your dragon clan have special books on this stuff?”
“Who says we have? Don’t you humans have any?”
“Hehe, sure do.”
Indeed, spicing things up was a hurdle that all races couldn’t get around.
“So, darling wife, tonight do you plan to enjoy the whip or the little candle?”
Leon held the whip in his left hand and the low-temperature wax in his right, looking at Roswiser.
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, “Enjoy? Please, if any of these items are used, it’ll be me using them on you.”
“Why should that be?” Leon clearly disagreed.
“Because I’m the queen.”
“……So?”
“It’s completely normal for a queen to have a whip, right?”
Leon’s lips twitched in disbelief.
He tossed the whip and wax back into the cabinet and closed the door with a snap. “Then let’s not play at all.”
The queen chuckled, “If we’re not playing, that’s fine; I can still spank you without the whip.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. “What else could you use—OW, hey!”
Before he could finish, a silver tail sashayed down and slapped his b*tt.
The beautiful lady tilted her head slightly, with a sly smile, “I’ll use my favorite tail, darling~”
Leon shot her a look and snatched the tip of her tail.
Roswiser wasn’t ready for his move; the moment he grabbed her tail, she lost her balance and toppled straight into his arms.
“Speaking of tails, little mother dragon, let me see the dragon pattern on your back.”
Roswiser gently leaned against Leon’s chest, but with fate holding her tail, she was at a loss for strength. The harder she struggled, the more it felt like she was cuddling up.
Her face flushed as she softly protested, “Come on, stop it… We’re at my sister’s place; let’s save this for later.”
Even though both of them were longing for each other so badly, they still understood the basic rules.
While visiting relatives, you mustn’t cause a ruckus.
Even if their big sister Isar had prepared everything, it was still more of a show than anything.
Leon let go of Roswiser obediently. “How about we take a shower and hit the hay?”
“Sure.”
They headed to the bathroom, only to find that this time the bathtub was actually functional and could change water.
Though those rose petals in the tub were still a bit ostentatious.
“Last time you said you wanted to invite me for a rose bath, well, your big sister must be in sync with your thoughts; she’s prepared it for us.” Leon commented.
Roswiser reached out, rolled up her sleeves, and let her delicate fingers glide over the warm water, lightly parting the petals.
“Hmm, the water temperature is perfect. But if you really want to wash together, I have a condition.”
“What is it?”
“After we get back, I want to use the whip.”
“……Dream on.”
Leon waved his hand and turned to leave the bathroom.
While they certainly had their share of fun, they usually ended up cleaning up together afterward.
As for before, most times, they would wash separately.
The reason? Well, it’s simple — they feared that they might end up getting carried away right there in the bathroom.
After he left, Roswiser chuckled and then pulled down the bathroom curtain, intending to remove her clothes and start bathing.
However, before she could even untie her dress, she noticed the once calm water suddenly start to ripple.
The queen frowned slightly, bending down to observe the water surface closely.
Indeed, ripples spread outward from the center, pushing the petals to the edge of the tub.
“What’s going on…”
As soon as she spoke, a loud bang echoed from outside the Red Dragon Holy Temple.
The water in the bathtub began to ripple violently as well.
In the next second, Leon barged into the bathroom, breathlessly asking, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. What happened outside?”
Leon shook his head, “Not sure. Let’s check on the daughters.”
“Right.”
The couple swift-footed it over to Noia and the others’ room.
The little dragon ladies were startled awake from the sudden loud noise.
Noia wrapped her arms around Moon while Leon bent down to scoop up Little Light.
“What happened, Dad?” Noia asked.
“Not sure. But it’s probably not good news.”
He walked to the window and peered outside.
There, beyond the holy temple, a dazzling fireball soared into the sky.
And within the flames, a massive shadow was slowly advancing.
The red glow reflected in Leon’s eyes, allowing him to see the figure’s face—or rather, its head.
“Constantin……”
