106 The Dragon Slayer Teenager Won’t Get Into Bunny Girl Senior’s Photoshoot
“Miss Melkway.”
Leon held himself upright, using a small teaching rod to lightly tap his palm, as if he were the very definition of a righteous teacher.
“Hmm.”
“Righteous teacher?”
“Clothes-wearing animal!”
Roswiser refused to cooperate with him—just as he had refused her advances at one time—but still reluctantly closed her eyes and muttered, “Yes, teacher.”
“Watch your attitude, Melkway.”
Roswiser sighed, “What’s wrong with my attitude, teacher?”
With that, Leon lightly poked Roswiser’s cheek using his small teaching rod.
If Roswiser’s memory served her correctly, the last time this rod had showed up, it was when she used it to hit Leon’s chest.
“So, you talk to your teacher like that? Say it again.”
Roswiser bit her lip, collecting her emotions, and replied,
“Yes~ teacher~”
“Hmm, that’s about right. Oh, Miss Melkway’s school uniform today is rather unique, even matching with black stockings!”
Roswiser forced a laugh, “Isn’t that because I thought the teacher would like it? That’s why I wore it.”
“Cheeky! How would a teacher like me possibly appreciate something as superficial as this? Next time, you’re not allowed to wear it!”
“Yes, teacher, next time I won’t—”
Roswiser glanced at Leon’s expression.
Clearly, her last response did not match Leon’s “teacher role-play” script.
The guy acted like he was still in The Parents’ Love story with the eldest daughter, clearly thinking too highly of himself!
Roswiser clenched the bedsheet in anger and rephrased, “No, teacher, I want to wear this outfit for you.”
Yue~~~
Even she felt the urge to vomit at that!
But if it had to come out, so be it; better than the bunny girl photo collection falling into the eldest sister’s hands any day.
“Hmph, but it’s your first offense, so I’ll let it slide.”
“Thank you, teacher.”
“Did you do last night’s homework?”
Roswiser raised an eyebrow and shook her head, “Teacher, aren’t we supposed to have had no homework for the past half a month? Ow!”
Leon lightly struck her bottom with the rod, not too hard, but enough to make her cry out.
“I just forgot to assign homework; you not reminding me is your laziness, got it?” Leon argued confidently.
Roswiser blushed, silently rubbing her sore bottom, “Understood… teacher.”
“Now, let’s talk about the homework you’ll complete tonight. Listen carefully.”
“Yes, teacher.”
“This homework is called ‘Three Honors and Three Shames,’ a proud tenet every Dragon Slayer should know by heart. I’ll recite it for you, so pay attention.”
Roswiser looked irritated, “Teacher, isn’t it possible that I’m actually a dragon, not a Dragon Slayer… so can we change the homework?”
PAF—
This time it hit the other side of her bottom.
Roswiser bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes, as she resentfully held her aching bottom. She swore that the next time she got the chance, she’d make him pay tenfold!
“You do what I assign, understand?”
“Yes… teacher.”
“The first of the Three Honors and Shames: take pride in loyalty to the Empire, and consider it a disgrace to conspire with the Dragon Race.”
“Take pride in loyalty to the Empire, and… consider it a disgrace… to conspire with the Dragon Race.”
What a devilish order!
How could you tell a dragon to consider conspiring with its own race a disgrace? That’s forcing someone into something rare indeed!
Breathe, breathe.
Roswiser consoled herself silently; this was solely the man’s quirky fantasy, everything was for the act— nothing more!
Then Leon taught her the next two.
Roswiser had never regretted having the ability to recite text as much as she did now.
If it were possible, she truly wished the Creator could remove her vocal cords.
“Miss Melkway is quite clever; you truly learn quickly,” Leon said.
“Thank you, teacher for the compliment.”
Roswiser paused, then asked, “Teacher, isn’t it time for dismissal?”
“What do you think?” Leon countered.
Roswiser looked away, “I think… we should take a little break…”
“Hmph, Melkway, with a big exam coming up, we can’t always be thinking about breaks. Now let’s take a Cultural Appreciation class.”
d*mn, Dragon Slayers have so many tricks up their sleeves, even cultural appreciation classes!
Alright, I’d like to see what he’s come up with.
Her Majesty the Queen has lived for two hundred years; what could a young man in his twenties possibly show me that would surprise me?
Leon took off his top.
The clear muscle lines, as if carved, were solid from shoulders to arms to the waist, every inch full of strength.
And the dragon patterns representing “remembrance” and “loyalty” were prominently etched on his chest, shimmering faintly.
So, we’re doing this cultural appreciation lesson, huh?
Are you testing the Dragon King with this?
What Dragon King couldn’t withstand such a test?
Immature!
Roswiser’s gaze moved slowly from Leon’s solid waist upward, crossing over the dragon pattern, and finally stopping on his face. “Teacher, this doesn’t seem to relate to cultural appreciation…”
“Of course it does. Our lesson today is ‘Embracing and Absorbing Foreign Cultures.'”
For some reason, Roswiser felt something peculiar about this title…
“Inclusion and absorption… they are normal phrases elsewhere.”
But why do they seem off when said by Leon?
Before Roswiser could react, the dragon pattern on her chest began to glow faintly as well.
Once the dragon patterns of both began to resonate, it would become unstoppable, like a boulder rolling down a mountain.
Leon leaned down and gently caressed Roswiser’s reddened, heated cheek.
At first, Roswiser turned her head, but resisting Leon’s gentle offensive tactics and the resonance of the dragon patterns was impossible, soon finding herself lost in a confused affection.
With her slightly parted lips, she bit gently on Leon’s fingertip.
The sensation of ten fingers connected to one heart made her feel tingling and ticklish.
“Looks like Melkway’s student isn’t being a good girl, daring to tease the teacher?” Leon whispered in her ear.
Roswiser released her grip, her face flushed as she embraced his neck, too embarrassed to speak.
Leon also leaned close to her face, their noses almost touching as their breath mingled, an absolutely blush-inducing distance.
Since the night at the hot springs, they had lost much of their initial resistance and shyness regarding kissing.
Like the time by the sea, Roswiser would inexplicably kiss Leon’s lips.
After a brief gaze, their lips met in a tender embrace.
Roswiser thought that tonight’s embarrassing teacher role-play was over and that it was finally time to move on, but Leon showed her something she’d never experienced.
“Turn around, Melkway.”
“What… what…”
Before Roswiser understood his meaning, Leon simply turned her over.
Realizing this in an instant, Roswiser quickly reacted, blocking herself with her tail. “No, Leon… you can’t do this!”
Leon brushed the tail aside, pinning it under his knee. “What can’t you accept? Classmate, the teacher is only doing this for your good, you see.”
Even though the end goal remained the same, different methods would still produce different feelings!
Roswiser didn’t want to easily attempt something new as it lacked security for her.
But unfortunately, the initiative wasn’t hers at the moment.
The bunny outfit slipped down, and one of the stockings had been removed.
Roswiser tried to resist, but this time, Leon was in control, and the dragon pattern’s effect on him was less than it was for her.
Seeing her resistance was futile, Roswiser could only submit to Leon’s actions.
She buried her face in the pillow, unwilling to look.
When the sensation finally arrived, only muffled sounds could be heard from the pillow.
This was also a new experience for Leon; the same destination approached differently.
He had to adjust first before inching forward, closer to Roswiser’s ear.
Her ears were red and hot, her lips slightly parted, every touch could feel the rising warmth.
“Now… Melkway, recite the ‘Three Honors and Three Shames’ you were just taught.”
Roswiser trembled in her heart but still kept her face buried in the pillow. “No!”
“Recite! Now! Or else the teacher will give you a severe… punishment~”
Every pause signified an attack.
“You!…”
Roswiser raised her head, her disheveled silver tresses sticking to her face.
“With… with loyalty to the Empire as pride, with conspiracy with the Dragon race as shame…”
“Hmm, good, then what?”
“With glory in the battlefield as pride, with running away in battle as shame…” Roswiser continued.
After reciting once, Roswiser found she could slightly alleviate the situation by just repeating this absurd “Three Honors and Three Shames.”
Fine.
To make this detestable night end sooner, isn’t it worth it to recite this, anyway?
But Leon would not let Roswiser off just because she recited it well.
Everything has to follow the principle of first suppression, then rise, right?
Gradually, Roswiser also felt things were not quite right.
She knew it, the guy had numerous tricks, no longer the simple Dragon Slayer he once was.
“With… with plotting—a dragon—emm—”
“Why did you stop? Keep reciting, Melkway. The teacher hasn’t finished listening.”
Though he said he hadn’t had his fill, Leon had no intention of letting Roswiser continue smoothly.
But if she didn’t do well, she would be punished by the teacher.
d*mn.
It’s a vicious loop!
“I won’t recite anymore! Punish me if you want!” Roswiser was completely red.
“That’s your choice, Melkway.”
Her cheeks were entirely crimson as she once again buried her face into the pillow.
The process gradually deepened, and the dragon pattern brought an increasingly intoxicating feeling.
But it might just be the change in method, Roswiser felt Leon had become progressively more fierce tonight.
Could this be the result of resting for half a month?
Seems she underestimated him after all.
“Melkway… earlier, the title was ‘Embracing and Absorbing Foreign Cultures.'”
Roswiser gripped the edges of the pillow without responding.
“You have already learned to embrace… now… it’s time to absorb.”
“Of course, foreign culture has its dross and its essence.”
“What should we do? Hmm?”
Roswiser, eyes tightly closed, helplessly answered, “Eliminate the dross, absorb the essence.”
“Correct, Melkway, all these essences of foreign culture, you need to absorb them all, understand?”
Roswiser clenched her teeth, “Understan-d, teacher.”
The night slowly deepened, but it seemed there was still a long way to go before class would dismiss.
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This chapter has been edited, left by the author on 11.6.
