## Chapter 66: Class is in Session
Leon felt that victory was just a hair’s breadth away, but he tripped over his own arrogance and ended up in the top eight.
He chuckled when he closed the door;
That chuckle, however, found its way to Roswiser’s face just a minute later.
And the worst part? He was the one who took his clothes off and climbed onto Roswiser’s bed—
He even saved her the trouble of undressing him!
This was a more ridiculous offering than sending a sheep into a tiger’s mouth.
Back when he first entered Dragon Slayer Academy, the teacher had drilled into them: never let your guard down around the Dragon Race.
That piece of advice saved Leon countless times on the battlefield, but he never thought he’d blow it in this most crucial moment!
To be fair, after this reckless act, he wouldn’t be surprised by anything Roswiser did.
However—
Was tying him to a chair a bit over the top?
Especially leaving him shirtless?
The dragon pattern on his chest was just laid bare, exposed to the air.
Roswiser lounged on the desk, legs crossed and toeing dragon wing slippers, casually swaying back and forth.
In her hand was a “little teaching stick” she had procured from who-knows-where, inspecting Leon with a mischievous grin.
Leon’s gaze slowly drifted from the teaching stick to her face, and he couldn’t help but ask.
“You’re not going to torture me or something, right?”
“Mother Dragon, let me tell you, I’ve received professional anti-interrogation training. I won’t spill anything about the empire.”
“And if you get aggressive with me, my response is four words: forget you—”
Roswiser hopped off the desk, approached him, and poked his face with the little stick, “Shh~ Don’t make a fuss.”
With that, she looked at the wall clock.
Eight PM.
After checking the time, she started pacing back and forth, as if waiting for something, or some moment.
Leon decided to stop talking to her.
He wasn’t about to sweet-talk Roswiser into letting him off the hook.
He knew this mother dragon too well—d*ath was inevitable tonight, and tomorrow too.
Roswiser’s revenge was like a shot arrow, completely incapable of stopping midway.
Around nine PM, someone knocked on the door.
Leon prayed it was Moon.
That way, he might just escape tonight!
Roswiser went to answer the door.
“Your Majesty.”
Great.
Just those two words shattered Leon’s hopes.
It wasn’t an angel at the door; it was the grim reaper.
“This is the medicine you asked for,” Anna handed a brown pill to Roswiser.
Roswiser nodded, “Thanks for your help.”
“You’re too polite, Your Majesty.”
Anna bowed and left.
Roswiser returned to the bedroom, walked up to Leon, pinching the chocolate-like pill delicately between her fingers, and slowly held it up to his face.
“Remember what this is, Leon?”
She leaned in close, with her nose almost touching his, a chocolate pill wedged between them.
Leon was all too familiar with it.
“Dragon Strength…”
Roswiser squinted and smiled, “Correct, it’s Dragon Strength. But this one is different from the one you made before.”
As she spoke, Roswiser gently pushed her finger against Leon’s lips, exerting a bit of pressure to pry them open.
“This potion has a higher purity, its effects are way more potent, even the Dragon King would struggle to digest it.”
“I see you’ve been working day and night these days—bathing me, keeping me fed, even sleeping alongside me. I’m really so~~touched.”
“You must be exhausted, right? So I spent a fortune to get you this Dragon Strength, to help you replenish your energy.”
“Now, my dear husband, open wide! I’m feeding you.”
Leon’s head nearly flipped back to the temple courtyard, his whole body slumping back, causing the two front legs of the chair to rise.
But Roswiser quickly lifted her knee to press down on the chair seat between his legs, forcing him back.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to eat?” Roswiser tilted her head and asked.
“I’ve quit; it’s bad for my health.”
“That’s such a heartbreaking thing to hear. I’m your wife, especially preparing this for you; how could it be bad for your health? Be a good boy, eat it; nothing will happen.”
Having said that, Roswiser leaned closer to his ear, lowering her voice.
“You can either behave, or I will pry your mouth open using other means.”
Mother Dragon, you really have a heart of steel!
Seeing Leon’s reaction, Roswiser smiled in satisfaction. “Good boy, now open wide.”
Reluctantly, Leon opened his mouth a bit, and Roswiser pressed his lower lip, feeding the Dragon Strength bit by bit.
Then she tilted his chin, forcing him to swallow.
The strong medicinal scent hit his nose, and Leon started to cough violently.
“Ah~ Sorry, did I make you choke~”
Roswiser feigned panic, grabbing a cup of water from the side and bringing it to Leon’s lips.
But as the liquid went down his throat, Leon frowned. “This isn’t water… what is this?”
“Leon, you’re so clever; this is a beverage to accelerate the body’s absorption of the medicine.”
Leon felt utterly defeated.
He always had a clear understanding of his place in the world.
At that moment, his identity could be simply summed up in two words:
Plaything.
A status even more humiliating than being a captive.
Roswiser set the cup aside, then stepped over and sat on Leon’s lap.
A faint, fragrant scent enveloped him, her soft chest lightly pressing against his collarbone.
This delightful sensation was a far better stimulant than any cursed beverage.
She draped her arm casually over Leon’s shoulder, tilted her head down, gazing into his eyes,
“Can you feel it, Leon? The Dragon Strength gradually digesting and taking effect in your stomach?”
“In one minute, you’ll feel an unbearable heat all over your body, just desperate to find something to vent it.”
“In two minutes, that heat peaks, and with it comes an insatiable urge.”
“When the third minute hits, the medicine will be fully absorbed. You’ll start saying nonsense, completely falling under my control.”
She gently lifted Leon’s chin, noticing his slightly trembling lips, and smiled, “But I can help you, Leon. I can let you vent your suffering; only a body like the Dragon King’s can withstand such a flood of desires, as long as you… ask me.”
Leon bit down hard on his lower lip, responding word for word, “In your dreams!”
“Why so fierce? I’m helping you. Just ask me, it’s a simple request. Wouldn’t it be better than enduring the coming torment?”
“I would rather d*e than ask you, Mother Dragon. That is the dignity of a Dragon Slayer—”
“Well then, enjoy our old friend ‘Dragon Strength.'”
As she finished speaking, Roswiser stood up and brought a clock for Leon to gaze at.
“Now, the minute’s about to start, get restless, my dear husband~”
Leon secretly clenched his fists, his breathing quickening from anxiety, cold sweat flowing from his forehead and tip of his nose.
His eyes were glued to the clock.
Tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock—
With each tick of the second hand, it felt as if the greedy claws of desire were inching closer.
A minute passed…
Leon’s heart was racing, a heat pulsed in his stomach.
Two minutes passed…
His nerves were taut, desperately suppressing all sorts of uncomfortable physiological reactions.
Three minutes—
Leon closed his eyes resolutely, shouting, “Roswiser, I’m not afraid of you! I am the champion of abstinence!!!!”
“Ha ha ha—big fool!”
Roswiser squatted on the floor, holding the clock, laughing out loud.
She buried her head in her arms, her shoulders shaking as she laughed.
Leon was taken aback by her laughter.
Wait.
Wasn’t he supposed to… be a slave to desire?
Why… why was it that besides sweating a bit, there were no other symptoms?!
“Mother Dragon… you tricked me!”
Roswiser laughed even harder, nearly rolling on the floor.
As expected of her; so cunning, playing everyone like a piano.
Roswiser composed herself, trying to suppress her laughter.
She squatted on the ground, resting her chin on her hand, like an innocent little girl. “Leon, won’t you beg me?”
“Ha! I said, even if I d*e out there, I will never beg you once!”
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
“Of course, we Dragon Slayers would never bow down to the Dragon King! Never!”
“Then, if you really can’t control yourself and come begging me, what’s gonna happen?”
“Hmph! By then, you can make me your beast of burden; I won’t complain at all, do whatever you want. But let me tell you, it’s absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not gonna happen!”
Roswiser nodded in satisfaction, “Hmm, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now, let me show you this.”
With that, Roswiser stood up, slowly walked to Leon, leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder.
Then she stretched out her hand, palm up, and gathered magical energy.
The energy coalesced into a sphere, and as the light faded, a crystal ball appeared in her hand.
“What is this…”
“It’s a Shadow Stone, a magical little gadget.”
Leon swallowed hard, feeling her warm breath against his neck. “What does it do…”
“Well… before demonstrating its function, I need to prepare something. Just wait there; don’t run off.”
Leon glanced at the ropes binding him.
Run?
Where could he run to?
Roswiser, you really call the Mother Dragon “little treasure”—what an odd conversation starter.
Roswiser rummaged around the room, finally reaching the closet and sorting through clothes.
At last, she found a pair of…
Black stockings.
“Eh? I could have sworn I never wore these after buying them. How did they get opened?”
Roswiser mumbled but didn’t dwell on it.
After all, a queen’s wardrobe is vast; it’s impossible to remember every piece she’s worn.
She tugged at the stockings; their elasticity and transparency were just right.
Perfect for—
“To blindfold? Why blindfold? And… what’s that in your hand?”
“My stockings—well, to be exact, black stockings.”
Roswiser said, “Don’t worry; they’re clean; I haven’t worn them.”
Leon: No, I know whether you’ve worn them or not!
Wasn’t it the same pair you wore when you dressed up like a bunny girl a few nights ago?!
“Don’t… Roswiser… using that to blindfold me is worse than just killing me.”
Leon gulped.
In Roswiser’s eyes, these stockings were unworn;
But to him, they’d already been on her body.
I don’t have any perverted hobbies! Get that away from me!
“Tsk, why the embarrassment? They’re just stockings. Here we go~”
“Stop it!!”
But no matter how much Leon shook his head, Roswiser pressed her tail against him, rendering him immobile.
She then wrapped one of the black stockings around his eyes, winding it around again and again.
For a trained Dragon Slayer, closing one’s vision heightened the sensitivity of all other senses.
Sometimes, Leon brutally hated himself: why oh why did I score so well in training?! Why?!
Roswiser’s fingers glided over his face, her breath tickling his ear, enough to make him restless.
“Alright, everything’s ready, so… Shadow Stone, activate!”
Leon couldn’t see how the so-called Shadow Stone was activated.
But the next moment, a voice filled with longing and sincerity wafted through the air:
“Please… I really want to kiss you…”
Leon’s heart tightened.
That opening line blew him to bits.
No kidding! His body went numb halfway through!
And the following words only made Leon feel like ants were crawling all over him.
“Roswiser, I want to kiss you… please give me…”
“Oh, you might not have heard clearly, so let’s play it again.”
Saying this, Roswiser repeated that line:
“Please… give me…”
“Mmm~ So wonderful~ Play it again~”
“Please… Roswiser…”
After several repeats, Roswiser could clearly feel someone trembling.
She didn’t know if it was from fear or anger.
Seeing that the effects were sufficient, Roswiser finally removed the black stocking from his eyes.
“How’s that? Does that voice sound familiar?” Roswiser asked, smiling.
Leon pressed his lips together, knowing the truth, yet trying to be stubborn, “It’s just a voice that sounds a lot like mine; it doesn’t prove that the person saying it is me.”
“Oh? Really? Then let’s continue.”
With that, Roswiser activated the Shadow Stone again, projecting light from its surface, which flowed together to form a flat image.
In the image, it immediately started replaying the events of that night of bl**d and temptation.
Leon leaning back against the sofa, a face full of enjoyment and pleading.
“Roswiser… please, I want to kiss you… give me…”
Roswiser sighed, “Sigh, it may just be a coincidence; maybe this person just happens to sound and look just like you. This can’t possibly be you, right?”
Leon felt completely paralyzed.
He realized that mere physical revenge was no longer satisfying for Roswiser.
This Mother Dragon had started playing the “vital heart” card!
He couldn’t keep up with her version!
But he still wasn’t completely powerless…
If he could get his hands on that camera he used to sneak pictures of her in that bunny outfit… he might just turn the tides?
Seeing Leon silent, Roswiser pocketed the Shadow Stone and pretended to be distressed, “Tsk, what did you just say?”
She leaned in closer to Leon’s face, her tongue teasingly brushing his heated earlobe,
“Be a good beast of burden, without complaint, then… let, me, manage, you.”
Roswiser let out a soft laugh, “Then I won’t hold back.”
Standing before Leon, she lifted her leg and placed it between his thighs, raising the little teaching stick in her hand, grinning,
“First, let’s repeat the lesson we just had a few times. If you don’t remember clearly, your teacher is happy to go over it again!”
