134 Dragon’s Roar
Leon knew he was in deep trouble. Not only was he in Roswiser’s room, but he was also on her turf—a field where he definitely had no advantage.
He had initially hoped to wiggle out of this pickle using the classic excuse of “I can’t turn in my homework during pregnancy!”
But it was clear that this Mother Dragon had other means to torment him.
Her long, silver tail swayed playfully beneath Roswiser’s skirt as she stepped into the study, moving like a graceful predator surveying its trapped prey with a smirk that could melt snow.
With a flick of her tail, the door creaked closed.
Click—
The lock clicked shut, sealing off all routes to freedom.
Leon’s gaze dropped from Roswiser’s enchanting face down to her delicate ankles. He instinctively took a step back, trying to avoid the impending doom, only to bump into the armrest of a chair behind him and plop down comically.
“Oh no,” he thought. Sitting or lying down in front of this Mother Dragon was like a little sheep wandering into a wolf’s den!
Just as he attempted to rise, Roswiser pounced, landing squarely on his lap in a perfect duck pose.
The chair was big enough for both of them in this most awkward proximity. Her warm breaths were tantalizingly close, and her soft bosom pressed against him.
She never bothered with makeup because she knew she had the kind of natural assets that needed no enhancement.
Her long legs fit snugly against the outside of Leon’s thighs, the tops of her feet against the seat, while her tail dangled down, lightly teasing his calf.
Leon’s grip on the armrest was as tight as a lifeboat in a storm; Roswiser could feel his resistance.
But the more he resisted, the more she wanted to tease him slowly.
“What exactly did you come to my room for? Sneaking around like this can’t be for anything good, right?”
Roswiser’s fingers danced on his cheek, her lips twisting into a mesmerizing smile.
Leon turned his head away, refusing to look at her. “Nothing, just lost my way.”
Roswiser giggled at his half-hearted excuse, leaning in closer, her slim arms draping over his shoulders, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Lost your way and ended up in my room? Sounds like I hold quite a special place in your heart, huh?”
“You’re mistaken. You’re not even in my heart.”
“Hmph, and you’re not in mine.”
“Haha, so it’s a tie!” Leon babbled, trying to play dumb to buy some time.
But time bought was just that—time.
What was destined to happen would still come to pass.
Slap—
Roswiser playfully smacked his cheek. “What tie? Right now, I’m the one in charge, and you have to obey me.”
Leon gulped. “Well… I can’t do anything during pregnancy, so you can’t really touch me.”
“Who said touching was off the table? As long as you turn in your homework, it doesn’t matter how I get it from you!”
As soon as she said that, Roswiser used her agile tail to wrap snugly around Leon’s thigh.
She had mastered the perfect pressure—not too much to suffocate him, but just enough to feel the pressure.
Leon thought, “Oh no, this can’t be happening!”
“Mother Dragon… don’t do that… you can’t use your tail…”
Roswiser looped her arms around his neck, tilting her head and blinking her sparkling silver eyes innocently. “Why can’t I use my tail? Don’t you usually love having my tail wrapped around your waist? Hmm?”
With a teasing smile, she brushed her hot lips against the corner of Leon’s mouth.
“Remember that night at the hot springs? I pulled my tail away, but you wanted it back out. Fine! This time, I’ll fully indulge your tail fantasies—it’ll be very satisfying.”
This strange married duo had a peculiar psychological quirk:
“I can ask you to do this or that, but you can’t take the initiative!”
Just like with the tail business.
Leon could command Roswiser to incorporate her tail into their ‘homework’ session, but if she used it of her own will, he couldn’t handle it.
Simply put—it was a matter of “coercion versus consent.”
They both enjoyed forcing each other’s hands.
But not by making the other do things they didn’t want to; they just simply… forced each other.
“Roswiser, stop this right now—”
Uh, stop the tail?
Whatever, just stop it already!
As Leon squirmed, Roswiser’s palm gently pressed against his chest. “Now, now, Dragon Slayer, tails aren’t like hands or feet. I’m not as precise with my control.”
She pushed him back down and continued, “One wrong move and I might get a little too strong~~ Tsk tsk tsk, what would you do if something snapped?”
“…So you really have to use your tail?”
“What? Are you suggesting I use my feet like last time?”
Let’s not!
Afterwards, he’d have to drag his sage-like body to wash your feet.
Leon turned his head away, stubbornness his last defense.
However, a chair isn’t a bed; space is tight, so no matter how he twisted his head, Roswiser would always end up back in his line of sight with the slightest movement.
As she shifted, the soft pressure of her chest rubbed against him, adding to his already overwhelming “situation.”
After much contemplation… it seemed the best strategy was simply to not move.
Roswiser’s tail had now wrapped around its real target.
It was like a slithering, seductive serpent, its pressure just right to make Leon feel overwhelmed without crossing into discomfort.
But Roswiser wasn’t too pleased to see Leon acting like a wilted eggplant.
Looking again, he was forcing himself to remain as calm as a monk in deep meditation.
Oh, look at you, Dragon Slayer.
Is it because the switch in tactics feels a bit… too foreign?
Or is it just too monotonous to stir up any thrill within you?
Roswiser gently grasped Leon’s chin, leaning her cheek against his shoulder, her warm breath tickling his ear.
“Your little friend up here doesn’t seem to be awake yet, Dragon Slayer. What’s going on?”
Leon shot her a glare, snorting in defiance. “A mere tail can’t shake my resolve! You’re dreaming!”
“Well, your mouth sure is as tough as ever. Alright, if a mere tail isn’t enough, then I guess I’ll just have to add something else.”
Leon’s heart raced. Wait, what? There’s more?!
Roswiser leaned a bit closer, her soft lips brushing against his flaming ear.
And just like that, a bone-tingling dragon’s roar struck Leon’s eardrums from point-blank range.
As a top-notch Dragon Slayer, one must have a highly sensitive perception of dragon sounds.
This acute hearing had often saved Leon from peril on the battlefield.
But a battlefield isn’t solely about bl**d and sweat.
Right now, Leon wished he could just shut off his ears.
Chuckling at his expression, Roswiser smiled smugly. “Do you think my voice… sounds good?”
Leon’s face flushed crimson as he gritted his teeth, glaring daggers at her. “Despicable!”
“In a rivalry, who’s to say what’s despicable? If it works, it’s fair game.”
Roswiser’s cheeks glowed slightly as a mischievous grin danced on her lips. “Going by your reaction, this tactic is quite effective. Shall we… continue?”
With the echo of Dragon Patterns resonating around them, Roswiser’s “Dragon’s Roar” was anything but bland and pretentious.
There was depth and emotion nestled within.
And slowly, Leon found himself getting lost in it.
Roswiser smiled knowingly. Well, it’s time to kick off the next phase!
Her tail moved with flexibility and finesse.
In truth, she had only been teasing Leon all along.
When it came to the tail, Dragon Races had a pretty sharp grip on control!
