94 Everything Can Be a Bit Cheeky
The purple glow of the Dragon Pattern intertwined with the warm orange light of the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
Behind the semi-transparent gauzy bed curtains, two bodies were tangled in rather suggestive ways.
A silver tail slithered like a seductive snake, constantly coiling, twirling, and inching closer to its prey.
Isar was right; the hotel felt different from home.
The quiet atmosphere meant they could make a racket without worrying about disturbing anyone. Even if they went wild, no one would come knocking!
In this unfamiliar setting, everything felt new and kept their instincts on high alert, which made them pay extra attention to each other’s every move and response, savoring every shared thrill.
Roswiser lay on the bed, a pillow under her chest, as she reveled in the tingly sensation of kisses on her lower back.
Her silver eyes glazed over with delight, the Dragon Pattern resonating within her, reflecting a haze of blissful, love-struck ripples.
“Leon… you j*rk…”
Having been married for a while, they were very familiar with each other’s every sensitive spot.
And the lower back? That was a place that made Roswiser feel both joy and fear.
It was like a switch; a gentle touch could turn Queen Roswiser into a puddle of goo, melting away any resistance.
She called Leon a j*rk, but deep down, she secretly hoped he would just keep going.
Ah, women and their double standards.
The bed told a different story.
Leon’s knee pinned her silver tail down, the stubborn tip still attempting to escape, but it was all in vain.
He reached out, his fingertips tracing the Dragon Pattern on Roswiser’s lower back.
The glow intensified with each press of his finger.
“Tell me, Your Majesty, how much magical power have you stored up lately?”
“Idiot, obviously I’ve stored plenty.”
“Plenty?”
“Duh—”
Why was he suddenly talking about the Dragon Pattern and magic storage instead of teasing her while turning in assignments?
But Roswiser still managed to reply through her haziness, “Weren’t we planning this from the beginning… so of course I’ve stored plenty of magic.”
“No, Your Majesty, I think…”
He leaned down, pressing against her delicate back, his mouth at her ear.
“You’re not full enough.”
In her foggy state, Roswiser’s pupils widened. Did she just realize something?
“What are you planning… hey, don’t do that—uh… j*rk… so naughty…”
“Well then, Your Majesty, let me help you—fill you up.”
Roswiser clenched the edge of the pillow, her face flushed red, grinding her teeth,
“You always do this… with those fancy lines… can’t you just—hey, don’t!”
With a cry of “The Dragon King’s Wail,” all her complaints were silenced.
Hmm, maybe it was just what she wanted.
If the assignment didn’t have a touch of violence, it wouldn’t feel as fulfilling.
In simpler terms, not enough excitement.
Leon held her neck, looking down from above,
“Melkway, tell me you want it rougher.”
“No… I’m not saying—”
Wanting it in her heart but acting tsundere on her lips, who could outlive you, Your Majesty?
“Say it, or else… tonight’s just done.”
“Ha… done is done, I don’t care.”
“Roswiser, hurry up, I want to hear what you really think. You’re clearly dying for me to be rougher, right? You little tease.”
Physical violence is a kind of violence;
Verbal violence counts too.
If it weren’t for their assignments, Leon sure wouldn’t dare call Roswiser a “little tease” even with a hundred lives!
Besides, that title was pretty insulting.
But the irony was that some insults became part of their playfulness in their “couple activities.”
Like calling each other things like “little flame dragon,” “worthless captive,” or “fallen queen.”
In short, everything can be cheeky—an excerpt from “The Unashamed Post-Marriage Life of a Certain Silver Dragon Couple.”
“Boring~ so boring.”
Even cornered on the bed with nowhere to retreat, the Silver Dragon Queen wasn’t giving up just yet,
“Is that all you’ve got? Leon, are you even capable?”
Leon, still busy with his activities, suddenly froze.
“What do you mean, am I capable? Don’t you know how I am… in here and… down there?”
Roswiser slowly turned to face him, wrapping her long, delicate arms around his neck, her eyes twinkling and a smile playing on her lips.
“Think about what I just said, you fool.”
“Am I capable or not… Isn’t that just questioning me?”
Seizing the moment while Leon paused, Roswiser slowly sat up, gazing into his dark, deep eyes.
They locked eyes for a moment, and Roswiser lowered her gaze, then raised it again to meet Leon’s.
That look was loaded with meaning.
“The meaning of ‘am I capable’… do I need to explain that more? Hmm? Little~ Lion~”
Leon’s eyes flickered.
Capable…
Capable…
Ding!—
Oh~~ so that’s what it means!
“Hmph, you said that yourself, I was only using a third of my abilities just now.”
Roswiser arched an eyebrow, “Oh, darling, you can actually break it down like that? I didn’t know a third could be calculated!”
“Not calculated; measured—truly just a third.”
“…”
After a moment of confusion, she realized what Leon meant.
It turns out she wasn’t the only one with a cheeky mind.
It really goes to show that you can’t share a bed and expect two different kinds of people.
“Alright, alright, we’re getting to the bottom of it now.”
As she spoke, Roswiser playfully teased his cheek with her thumb, “So let me see it, my full-power little lion—uh!”
Leon had a habit of launching surprise attacks right when others were in the middle of their sentences.
After a brief exchange, another round of heated battles began.
When passions ran high, they didn’t care about any third-rate excuses.
As Roswiser had thought, what mattered was going all out.
The big bed shook, the lights flickered.
In the intertwining forms, there was nothing but suggestive murmurs.
…
In the early hours, the couple lay entwined, savoring the softness and warmth of one another.
Roswiser’s tail dangled listlessly over the edge of the bed; she curled up in Leon’s embrace, her silver lashes covering her eyes, her face still flushed, clearly worn out.
Silently embracing each other had become second nature.
This quiet time was their way of shedding any shame.
Why shame?
Even after five years of cohabitation, they still felt there was a taboo in mixing with outsiders—though this very taboo added some spice to their couple life when needed.
At such times, they would just hold each other without teasing or putting on airs, quietly feeling each other’s breaths and heartbeats.
After a while, Leon brushed back Roswiser’s bangs and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead,
“You’ve worked hard.”
She didn’t reply, just buried her face deeper, holding Leon a little tighter.
