### 34 Woke Up
Leon woke up from extreme exhaustion.
Warm sunlight poured in through the window, completely erasing any trace of last night’s storm.
Under him lay a soft yet chaotic bed.
No, “chaotic” wasn’t even close to describing the state of this bed.
“Disheveled” would be more appropriate.
He raised a hand to rub his throbbing temples, but even that simple motion made his arm joints crack like a bag of popcorn.
Then came an explosion of pain.
“Hiss—”
Leon stifled a grunt of pain and tried to remember what happened last night.
He recalled that before he lost consciousness, Roswiser had come to ask him about Dragon Strength.
And then that Mother Dragon said his human body couldn’t handle the Dragon Race’s medicine.
And Leon, being a bit tipsy, took the medicine anyway.
And then…
Nothing.
His memory had… gaps!
Rustle—
He heard the sound of fabric brushing against skin and looked in its direction.
At the table, a slender and elegant silhouette caught his eye.
Silver hair casually draped down her back, and the delicate straps of her nightgown were perilously close to slipping off her fragrant shoulders.
“Awake, are we?” the silver-haired beauty said softly without turning around.
Leon bit his lip and cautiously asked, “Did you just arrive this morning, or have you been here all night…?”
“I didn’t leave.”
Good to know.
That probably explains why the bed looked like a tornado had hit it.
“You couldn’t leave even if you wanted to.”
Roswiser leisurely turned around, propping her chin on her hand, her long leg crossed in a relaxed manner, lazily gazing at Leon.
Leon frowned, “This is your Holy Temple. Can’t you go wherever you want? Why are you stuck here?”
Roswiser raised her perfectly arched eyebrow, “You… don’t remember anything?”
She looked slightly surprised, but mostly as if she expected this.
“Remember… what?”
Roswiser smiled and picked up a plate of pastries from the table, placing it on the bedside table next to Leon.
“Brought by Anna this morning. Have some.”
“What is this?”
“Cream puffs. Never had one?”
“Had them before, just didn’t know your Dragon Race owns things like this.”
“Hmph, I usually don’t eat them. I thought these pastries might jog your memory about last night.”
Leon blinked, confused.
What kind of memories could a few cream puffs possibly resurrect?
Was that Mother Dragon trying to pull something funny again?
Thinking this way, Leon shook his head, “I’m not hungry. I don’t want to remember what happened last night…”
“You can’t forget this, Dragon Slayer.”
Saying that, Roswiser picked up a cream puff and took a bite.
Thick, creamy filling spilled out, accidentally trickling down the corner of her mouth.
She raised her hand to wipe it away.
But she didn’t wipe it all off.
The leftover cream dripped down her perfect jawline, falling drop by drop onto the Dragon Pattern on her chest.
Leon stared at the scene, mesmerized.
What was this?
Mother Dragon’s seduction?
What’s going on this early in the morning?
Or did she think a Dragon Slayer like me, who had endured all sorts of torture, wouldn’t resist such temptation?
Hmph.
Naive!—
Two seconds later.
Wait.
Suddenly, several images flashed through Leon’s mind, like fragmented memories—numerous yet disjointed.
Cream on Roswiser’s mouth and chest, her attempts to resist and struggle, the final fusion of human and dragon amidst the raging storm.
And the exhaustion that swept over Roswiser as Leon gently embraced her, coaxing her for “one more time… one more time… one more time again…”
“oh……”
Leon dramatically raised both hands, fingers running through his hair,
“N!!O!!! Ugh—”
Before he could finish his outcry, Roswiser stuffed half-eaten cream puff into his mouth.
The cream’s sweetness still carried a hint of Roswiser’s lip gloss.
“I didn’t even scream, why are you shouting?” Roswiser said, looking a bit annoyed.
Leon chewed a couple of times on the cream puff before hurriedly placing it back on the plate, exclaiming,
“W-What did we even do last night?”
Roswiser stretched her arms and glanced around the cluttered room and messy bed.
“Everything that was meant to happen. Oh, and you begged me to do it with you.”
After a pause, Roswiser corrected herself, “No wait, you sweet-talked me into it. Hiss—actually, no…”
She frowned, stroking her chin as if searching for the right words.
After a moment, Roswiser seemed to have an epiphany, “Oh~~ Let’s say it was a mix of cooing and trickery.”
Leon looked around the room, which was even messier than the bed, and he could guess how “intense” last night had been.
He couldn’t help but swallow hard. “I… how could I have sweet-talked you into doing that…”
Roswiser crossed her arms, deadpan, and repeated Leon’s words from last night:
“Darling, let’s do it just one more time, okay?”
“Wifey, I’m really feeling it here, please just help me out one last time, just this once, I swear!”
“Do you need to use the bathroom? If not, shall we go for just one last time? I promise, this really is the last time!”
“Wifey, you—”
Leon quickly raised a hand to stop her, “Ah, stop, stop, stop! You can’t be making this stuff up, right?!”
“I have evidence.”
“What evidence?”
“Well, while most of my evidence is all cleaned up, there’s…”
Roswiser walked over to the bed, showing Leon her neck, arms, and chest.
Each of those places bore distinct strawberry marks.
Then she stepped onto the bed, lifting her skirt to show her thighs, which were also covered in kiss marks.
“There’s even more up higher and deeper, wanna take a look?”
“No, no, no, no!” Leon waved his hands frantically.
Roswiser huffed, then lifted her tail, presenting it to Leon.
“Even my tail has bite marks from you. I clearly told you my tail drags on the dirt, and yet you still bit it. I’m starting to suspect you have some weird obsession with my tail.”
But wait, there’s more!
Roswiser turned around, flicking her silver hair aside to reveal her back.
There were several bright red kiss marks on that snowy, delicate back.
It was hard to imagine just how hard Leon had fought last night.
The effects of the Dragon Strength were definitely…
A bit too much.
But this was also a wake-up call for Leon.
He had brewed the Dragon Strength to improve his body and show Roswiser a little what for—although the process took a bizarre turn.
With that thought, Leon adjusted his mindset, puffing up a bit with pride as he said,
“I admit last night might have gone a little too far. Hope I didn’t hurt you?”
Roswiser crossed her arms, looking at his smugness with an unimpressed glance.
“Wasn’t too bad.” Roswiser replied nonchalantly.
“Hey, after all this, how could it be fine? Lady Roswiser Melkway, I sincerely apologize for accidentally unleashing my true power.”
Leon feigned heartbreak, but then dramatically switched gears, “So, you must also be very aware of how good my body is now, right?”
He continued to bask in his superiority.
Roswiser narrowed her eyes, lowered her arms, and stepped up to him.
Leon dropped his grin and leaned back slightly.
But Roswiser firmly grasped his chin, making him look up into her eyes.
Her silver dragon eyes glimmered, sparkling charm.
“Of course, your performance last night satisfied me, Dragon Slayer. I hope you can maintain this state from now on.”
Leon: …
Whoa, wait, how did I end up on the service end of this?!
