148 Mother Dragon, what are you up to!
A few nights later, Leon was in the bathroom, preparing to change into his couple pajamas.
Even though Noia had gone to school, it was hard to say if Moon had already been given a task by her sister to conduct nightly inspections of Mom and Dad’s sleeping arrangements. If they found out they weren’t sleeping together or wearing couple pajamas, there’d be hell to pay!
Leon set his pajamas on a nearby hanger, crossed his arms, and swiftly whipped off his shirt from the bottom up.
Looking at his reflection, he noticed the dragon pattern emblazoned across his chest.
Even though he was living with the Mother Dragon now, that didn’t stop Leon from secretly practicing and storing his magical power.
Fortunately, Roswiser hadn’t had much “reputation” lately; after they got into bed, they’d mostly just bicker a bit and then go to sleep separately.
Last time in the study, that little “tail wrap” incident cost Leon some of his stored magic, showing that no matter how mundane his tasks were, the involvement of the dragon pattern meant a loss of power.
Even if it was just using the tail.
So, figuring out how to accumulate a decent amount of magical energy from now on depended on one thing:
Never again succumbing to any “activities” with Roswiser—no matter what form they took.
But let’s be real; how likely was that?
Roswiser’s primal motivation for torturing Leon, her battle-hardened captive, was to force him into doing those sorts of things as a way to humiliate his pride as a human and Dragon Slayer.
Now, suggesting an alternative method? She might be utterly clueless about how to torment him creatively.
Are we really talking about tying him up and whipping him with a tiny whip?
That would be domestic violence.
So, the bottom line was, if Leon wanted to restore his peak power, he had to minimize the “project submissions” with Roswiser for the foreseeable future.
Ideally, he should avoid them altogether.
That meant he had to maintain his “virgin state.”
“Ugh… No wonder my Master used to say young boys train better; there’s some truth to that.” Leon mused.
But how do you keep a married man, living with a gorgeous and sexy partner who wanted to do strange things with her soft, flexible tail every night, in this so-called “virgin state”?
That’s going to be a bit tricky, right?
And if Roswiser found out that “project submittal” could deplete his magical energy, she’d surely ratchet the frequency up from “three times a week” to “three times a day.”
Don’t underestimate that Mother Dragon; even in this unique situation, she had her ways.
“Well, in any case… For the sake of steadily regaining my strength, it looks like I have to endure this Mother Dragon for now.”
Leon paused, then suddenly realized, “But don’t forget about the prenatal education plan. I’ve gone a few days without giving the little one proper lessons; I’ll find a chance tonight.”
Thinking this, Leon changed into his pajamas and stepped out of the bathroom.
The study lamp was still on, indicating Roswiser was still working.
Leon pondered for a moment, pretending to be nonchalant as he strolled to the study door, leaning casually against the frame.
Hearing the noise, Roswiser glanced up, then returned to her work, lowering her gaze. “Something on your mind?”
She was also in those pink couple pajamas, probably having changed at the same time Leon went to the bathroom.
Her silver hair was tied back in a simple ponytail draping over her shoulders, and she had slightly pinned her bangs back to keep them from obscuring her view.
When focused on her work, Roswiser exuded a certain charm, a demeanor that starkly contrasted her usually cold indifference or sharp tongue.
It made you instinctively quiet down and sincerely appreciate this intellectual beauty.
Of course, lately, that intellectual look had gained a cute contrast.
Those pink pajamas were a bit cartoonish, creating a delightful mismatch with her elegant charm, making her seem less unapproachable.
Leon noticed her coffee on the table, probably to keep her awake.
Looks like Her Majesty was pulling an all-nighter!
“Do you have enough time to finish all that work?” Leon asked.
“If I don’t do it, it’ll never get done.” The workaholic mindset was refreshingly straightforward.
“Should I get you a late-night snack?”
“No need, I’m not hungry.”
“I’m worried about the baby in your belly.” Leon said.
At that, the tip of Roswiser’s pen paused, her silver eyes flickering, and then she lifted her head, resting her chin in her palm while playfully grinning at Leon over the table,
“Really worried about the baby? Or… are you just too shy to express your concern for me and are hiding behind the baby as a shield?”
After hearing Leon’s past vows from his sister Isar, Roswiser finally had something she could really poke fun at him with.
Whether or not it was his genuine feelings or just an act to appease Isar, using this against Leon was still pretty effective.
Sure enough, one harmless quip from Roswiser got Leon to blink.
“I care about you? The only thing I care about from you is when you’ll hand over the Silver Dragon King position, then the whole Silver Dragon Temple will be under Leon Casmod’s reign!”
Roswiser knew that this kind of nonsensical flattery was not Leon’s true feelings.
But what he actually thought, well, that was still a mystery to her.
But… it was fine.
Tonight she was ready to try out that long-neglected “midnight truth-telling game.”
“And then?” Roswiser now seemed willing to play along with his banter.
That’s how life together was: in this little abode, they were each other’s only go-to for conversations.
And aside from the monotonous grind of work, hearing Leon’s jumbled statements was one of Roswiser’s only ways to unwind.
“And then? Then I’ll—”
Leon had initially intended to say, “And then I’ll turn all your silver dragon soldiers into first- and second-class contributions and offer them to the Empire, and I’ll be set for life!”
But suddenly he realized that might just stir some emotions in Roswiser.
Pregnant Mother Dragons certainly have unpredictable tempers.
Just days ago, she finally managed to get her hands on the Jade Dew Dragon Fruit from Sky City, and her mood was still up in the air.
So, at the last moment, it transformed into,
“And then I’ll finish all your work so you, the workaholic, will have nothing to do and can enjoy your retirement in peace.”
He couldn’t come up with any mushy sweet words for Roswiser, so that’s what he landed on.
Roswiser chuckled softly, “Well, I still have a few hundred years before retirement, so you can help me out when that time comes.”
“Hundreds of years and I pop out of my grave to help you?”
“No worries, I’ll find a witch to resurrect your body and turn you into a working puppet. How’s that, dear husband? Am I sweet?”
Leon forced a grin, gnashing his teeth, “Oh, you’re just the sweetest, dear wife.”
Roswiser smiled, then immediately snapped back to reality, letting out a sigh as she glanced at the mountain of work reports and documents piled high on her desk.
Leon was right; the work was never-ending.
Guess it’s best to call it a night.
After all, once they hit the sheets, she’d have to stay awake until two-thirty—the coffee on the desk was prepared just for that!
Roswiser removed her hairpin and let down her ponytail, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall to her waist.
She stood, turned off her desk lamp, “Okay, let’s sleep.”
Leon’s heart lifted; finally, the workaholic was calling it a night. Once she was asleep, he could kick off the prenatal plan!
They hopped into bed from either side.
Roswiser turned off the bedside lamp, lay down, and softly said, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
Actually, they hadn’t exchanged “good nights” before.
They didn’t even think it was necessary.
What would a captive say “good night” to a queen for?
Just the fact they could sleep together felt like a miracle; no need to make it all couple-y.
But ever since that night when Noia and Moon did their midnight inspection, they both unconsciously started the “good night” ritual.
That night, they had secretly kissed, that intoxicating feeling was subtle, awakening the cravings in their hearts.
Saying “good night” was simple but effectively eased their yearning for each other.
If they didn’t say good night, it just felt like something was missing that day.
So, what the heck, they might as well say it since nobody else would know.
Besides, saying “good night” didn’t mean anything serious.
Just saying good night doesn’t imply they liked each other, does it?
Leon used to say “good night” to the donkey at his master’s house every day, yet that donkey never turned into a gorgeous little donkey lady for a forbidden interspecies romance!
Pulling back from his wandering thoughts, Leon slowly closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the Mother Dragon to fall asleep.
The room gradually quieted down; after a while, Leon felt the moment was right.
He kept his head still on the pillow, his eyes glanced at the wall clock.
Two fifteen in the morning. Surely Her Majesty had drifted off by now?
Leon was ready to act.
He pursed his lips, opened his mouth, about to casually ask Roswiser if she was still awake.
But before he could even utter a word, he heard her first.
“Are you asleep, Leon?”
“No, not at all…” Leon quickly feigned a sleepy tone.
“Oh.”
Ten minutes later.
“Are you asleep, Leon?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
Another ten minutes passed.
“Are you asleep, Leon?”
“If you have something to say, then say it.”
“Nothing, just asking.”
Ten minutes later again.
“Are you sleeping—”
“No.”
“Oh.”
Roswiser glanced at the wall clock, noticing it was almost two-thirty.
This dog man wasn’t sleeping yet? Hurry up! I’ve got a ton of questions I want to ask!
Meanwhile, in Leon’s mind: What’s wrong with that Mother Dragon? Too much coffee? Can’t sleep?
Wait a minute.
Leon’s brain churned rapidly.
Typically, at this hour, Roswiser would’ve been fast asleep.
And even if she wasn’t, there was no reason for her to keep asking Leon if he was asleep; after getting an answer, she had nothing else to say.
Could this mean… Roswiser was hoping Leon would indeed be asleep so she could do something “naughty”?
Leon perked up, planning to simply pretend to be asleep the next time Roswiser asked, curious to see what scheme she might be plotting.
A little while later, Roswiser’s voice piped up again, “Leon, Leon, are you asleep?”
Leon kept his eyes closed, not responding.
“Oh? Looks like you fell asleep.”
The covers rustled, and the lovely figure beside him slowly propped herself up, her silver eyes sparkling in the moonlight,
“In that case… I’ll just… take advantage then~”
Leon: ?
Mother Dragon, what are you doing!?
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