Chapter 25: Dragon Pattern, Super Double! (Triple Update, Please Vote Monthly!)
The feeling brought on by the double Dragon Pattern was equally doubled!
Roswiser merely glided her fingertip across Leon’s skin, and it was like the heavens and the earth colliding in a spectacularly exaggerated fashion.
Leon bit his lip, furrowed his brows, and clenched his fists, desperately trying to suppress his instincts and urges.
But the electric current from the Dragon Pattern crashed over him like a roaring flood, washing away any trembling shred of reason he had left.
Roswiser didn’t even need to do much foreplay; just looking down at him with that teasing smile made the fire in his heart blaze uncontrollably.
“What’s it like to experience a double Dragon Pattern, Leon? Care to enlighten me?”
She smiled, a seductive grin that could charm the scales off a dragon.
When a member of the Dragon Race gets excited, their minds are singularly focused on two things:
Destruction and conquest.
And right now, Roswiser was riding high on that excitement.
Leon was fighting against his own impulses, and just like him, Roswiser was suppressing her dragon instincts.
Oh, how she longed to fuse with her prey, to utterly destroy his body, will, and dignity, to force him to beg for mercy in the most unbearable ways, all to satiate her inner desire for conquest.
But she couldn’t just yet.
She wanted to take her time, savor every moment, and thoroughly extract the essence of her victim beneath her.
His endurance, his resistance, and that pathetic pride of the Dragon Slayer clinging desperately to the last shred of sanity while secretly yearning to drown in the Queen’s tender embrace—each reaction was a trophy of revenge for Roswiser.
She reached out, brushing her cool fingers against Leon’s flushed cheek.
Admiring this stubborn yet resilient face, she sincerely complimented her nominal husband,
“You’re still as handsome as you were two years ago, Leon. The scars have faded a bit, but they add a touch of weariness and maturity, really giving off that manly vibe.”
Just a simple touch was enough to ignite the fire deep within Leon.
He grit his teeth, holding on to the last vestige of his rationality.
But he knew in the end, he wouldn’t be able to resist the call of the Dragon Pattern.
Especially since Roswiser had tinkered with his armor, adding another layer of Dragon Pattern.
With the double impact…
No one could withstand that.
And here they were, far away from the Holy Temple, in a secluded mountain glade, with no one around.
Roswiser could unleash her wild side without any restraints or worries holding her back.
“Ah! d*mn—”
Leon grumbled under his breath, the reaction from the Dragon Pattern surged stronger, and he was running low on resistance.
Roswiser’s eyes curved into crescent moons, exuding endless ambiguity and warmth.
“Leon! Leon~ Leon……”
The Dragon Pattern was messing with Roswiser’s logic, and she found herself calling out Leon’s name without even noticing.
Suddenly, the Queen’s posture crumpled, and she flopped down onto the breastplate of the Black Gold Battle Armor.
Those two round mounds were squished against the hard armor, slightly changing shape.
Leon secretly rejoiced that there was still a layer of armor between them; otherwise… well, they’d be in some serious trouble with their Dragon Patterns rubbing against each other right now.
But Leon was celebrating too soon.
He watched as Roswiser slowly leaned forward, her silver hair cascading down from the side of her face, the ends brushing against Leon’s forehead and nose.
It was a delightful tickle!
But the itchier part was Leon’s heart.
Their lips were dangerously close, separated by barely the width of a finger.
Leon could even feel Roswiser’s scorching breath ghosting over his face.
This was a first for her to be so proactive.
Getting this close, so very close.
If they inhaled a bit deeper, their lips would touch.
“Roswiser……”
“Leon…… I, I—”
Her eyes trembled, soft like water, as if she wanted to say something.
But she held back.
Finally, she straightened up and coldly remarked,
“Hmph, this is just revenge, Leon.”
It was hard to tell if she was addressing Leon or convincing herself.
Leon’s vision grew increasingly blurry, and his breath became heavy.
Before he was completely swallowed by the Dragon Pattern, the last thing he saw was the emotional, warm dragon eyes of Roswiser.
Flesh and armor, heat and cold, intertwining and merging shamelessly in that hidden woodland hut.
Amidst the trees, thousands of ancient leaves swayed in the gentle breeze, birds chirped, and cicadas sang endlessly; everything seemed to be offering perfect cover for the pair inside.
…
Time passed, and Leon slowly came to.
His limbs felt like they were sore to the bone, and just a slight movement sent his joints cracking like a stubborn old door.
It felt like someone had smashed all his bones before reassembling them haphazardly.
Gritting his teeth through the pain, he sat up, leaning against the chilly stone wall behind him.
Looking up, he saw Roswiser seemingly just recovering from exhaustion, methodically dressing herself.
The glow of the Dragon Pattern flickered like a campfire at dawn, blinking a couple of times before finally fading out.
Once she finished putting on her attire, Roswiser began to pick up the scattered parts of the Black Gold Battle Armor, returning each piece to the box it came from.
She was meticulous and careful, treating the armor parts like delicate treasures.
After returning the box to its place, Roswiser sauntered over to sit about three feet in front of Leon, leaning against the display rack.
The Queen looked tired too; the flush on her face hadn’t entirely faded, her tail limply resting by her side, and her silver hair a bit tousled.
Leon leaned his head back against the cold stone wall. Even though his eyelids felt heavy enough to fall off, he still met Roswiser’s gaze.
The atmosphere between them was oddly subtle, as if the joyous storm that had just passed didn’t exist at all.
“I think I’ll rest for a bit before heading back,” Leon said.
“Hmm.”
Her voice came out a tad raspy.
She must have been so engrossed earlier that she had yelled herself hoarse.
Seeing her weary state, Leon noticed a slight dip in her mood.
After a few “interactions,” he had picked up on this.
But thinking it through, it was pretty normal.
As she humiliated Leon in this way, she was also undermining her own limits and inner self.
The thrill of revenge was fleeting, there was no afterglow.
But Leon didn’t take the initiative to ask or check on Roswiser.
After all, in a few moments she’d be herself again, the aloof and scheming Silver Dragon Queen.
Leon silently leaned against the wall, his head down, remaining quiet.
Rustle—
Once again, the sound of fabric brushing against skin caught his attention.
Thinking Roswiser was getting up to leave, he looked up.
To his surprise, Roswiser was creeping toward him… inch by inch.
She was using her hands and knees to crawl on the ground, her tail draped casually behind her, and even though she knew Leon could see her, she pretended to be cautious, quietly edging closer to him.
Like a careful yet mischievous little kitten.
Leon pursed his lips, squirming back, “What are you doing?”
She crawled right in front of Leon, one hand resting on his thigh while the other gently tilted his chin upwards.
Their noses were almost touching, just like when they were so close to kissing during their earlier escapades.
But now, Roswiser’s dragon gaze was devoid of that tender warmth; it was replaced by… a familiar tone of mockery and playfulness.
As Leon had suspected, with the low mood passing, she morphed back into that scheming Queen.
The Queen’s voice floated through the air,
“Leon, your body… it seems to have lost its former vigor.”
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