12 One纹 Generation纹
, Lazy to Talk Nonsense
Leon lay in bed, gazing stupidly at the hotel ceiling.
Ten minutes ago, his identity had changed—he was no longer the strongest Dragon Slayer, not the fake husband of Roswiser, nor the dad of Noia, Moon, and Little Light.
He was now a proud—drowning victim.
When Roswiser had mentioned she bought a new swimsuit, Leon had managed to stay somewhat calm in response.
It’s just clothes, after all, material possessions. How much could that extra XP boost even matter?
And why not hold out and avoid looking?
A man who couldn’t control such urges isn’t an excellent man.
But life always had a different plan.
The swimsuit was merely Roswiser’s ruse to give him a lesson. The real killer move was always the dragon pattern on their chests.
Leon, after sensing a reaction from the dragon pattern, tried to keep his wits about him, before loudly scolding the mother dragon,
“Melkway! Just because you marked me with your dragon pattern means I’m destined to be toyed with?!”
Roswiser (pointing a finger): “Exactly, Leon, remember, as long as you bear that dragon mark, you’ll carry it for life.”
“That’s completely unreasonable!”
“I don’t feel like explaining logic to you. You don’t deserve it.”
With that, the queen went to the bathroom, claiming she’d change into the swimsuit she had secretly purchased.
Before entering, she instructed Leon to pretend to be a drowning victim lying on the bed, waiting for her as the heroic lifeguard to come and rescue him.
Fantastic, the roleplay had already evolved from teacher and nurse, now even including lifeguards at the beach. It seemed the world’s entire range of jobs was somehow incorporated into their couple games.
The dragon pattern on his chest glimmered with a sinister light as Leon felt a wave of heat rushing over him, his breathing grew heavier, and his heartbeat quickened.
Every pore on his body seemed to emit heat, every inch of his skin felt scorching.
Fortunately, they were in a beachside hotel, where the cool sea breeze filtered into the room, brushing against his forehead and helping to keep him somewhat alert.
But after battling wits with Roswiser for so long, Leon knew full well—the clarity he was clinging to was just another form of torment.
It was like the only flicker of light in the dark being a punishable offense; a fleeting moment of awareness in confusion that changed nothing, only becoming further agony.
Should the rationality of battling that dragon pattern cease entirely, body and mind entirely surrendered to the situation, Leon wouldn’t have felt anything anyway—since his brain wouldn’t function to think.
What scared him the most was the current situation, the remnants of reason and clarity left him all too aware of what he and Roswiser were about to do.
Sigh.
Season 1: General Leon’s earlier growth was slow, but when he fully geared up later on, he boldly attacked the Mother Dragon’s base.
In Season 2, however, the Mother Dragon had undergone a legendary upgrade, and due to General Leon having been too overpowered in the last season, he had been considerably nerfed. Now, there was no way he could win against Roswiser in this match.
Turning the tide was possible—but oh so difficult.
Suddenly, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped.
The creak of the door snapped Leon from his wandering thoughts as he slightly sat up to glance towards the doorway.
There she was—the silver-haired beauty in a dressing gown, fixing her damp hair while walking gracefully towards the bed.
She walked barefoot, each step leaving faint watermarks on the floor.
Her legs shimmered under the dressing gown, misting water vapour still clinging to her smooth, pearl-like skin.
Her skin was so flawless and slippery that droplets couldn’t stay on her even briefly, sliding gracefully from her forehead, over her cheeks, her jawline, cascading down her long, elegant neck, and finally disappearing into the soft curves of her cleavage.
The collar of her bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a hint of the dragon pattern and a glimpse of soft, white flesh below.
Of course, she had dressed herself this way intentionally.
Sure, seeing the Mother Dragon emerge from the bath wasn’t new to Leon. They had been cohabiting for so long; he’d often see Roswiser fresh out of the shower.
But…so where’s the new swimsuit?
Bring it out already!
Surely she wasn’t bluffing?
Leon lay back, muttering, “Your so-called new swimsuit wouldn’t be this bathrobe, would it? Tsk, you’re underestimating me.”
As his words faded, the bed dipped slightly.
He knew someone had approached.
Roswiser knelt beside Leon, still wearing the bathrobe, but with a sly smile. She peered at her supposedly drowning ‘husband’ and said slowly,
“You seem to be quite eager to see my new swimsuit. If you want to see it, just tell me. You’re my husband, after all—I’ll definitely satisfy you.”
“No, I’m not your husband.”
The queen tilted her head, looking displeased.
This dog man was becoming increasingly unruly! It’s a favor for him to be called her husband, and now he was putting on airs?
“And what are you then?” Roswiser’s tone darkened slightly.
The atmosphere, which had been heating up a bit, suddenly became chilly.
“A poor drowning victim, isn’t that what you just said?” Leon replied innocently.
“…Oh, yes, my mistake.”
Roswiser lifted her hand, pulling her long hair behind her head and tying it up into a simple ponytail. “I didn’t expect you’d enter the role so quickly. Fine, let’s proceed.”
Leon smirked and closed his eyes.
But just as he shut them, a sharp shriek startled him.
“Yaaaah!!”
Leon had already been jittery, and now his heartbeat became even faster.
“There’s a poor drowning victim! He passed out and needs my help!”
Hiss—Why did she always get so manic whenever they played roles?
Old actresses sure did dive into their parts quickly and deeply!
While Leon was lost in his musings, he heard a sharp “tear” sound.
His shirt had been ripped open from the collar by Roswiser.
Mother Dragon! That shirt was expensive!!
But if she had bought it, he guessed she could do as she pleased.
“The first procedure: check the drowning victim’s mouth and nose for obstructions.”
Hmm, it seemed rather legitimate, Leon thought inwardly.
However, Leon had underestimated the silver dragon queen’s ingenuity and talent for playing.
She gently pinched his nose with one hand and slowly pried open his mouth with the other, muttering, “This way, it’s still not very clear, let me examine more thoroughly…”
A more thorough inspection?
How much more thorough could it get? Was she going to fetch a magnifying glass?
As he tried to keep his cool, a sudden warm sensation enveloped his lips. It was soft and dexterous, like a nimble little fish.
This unexpected kiss left Leon completely taken aback.
And this kiss was different from usual.
What he felt wasn’t the usual mutual fiery passion but rather her tender attention.
Roswiser’s movements were gentle, like a careful caregiver. She seemed to be soothing him with her sweetness, bringing calm in a wordless melody while mitigating his tension.
Her touch was gentle and leisurely—almost teasing, testing Leon’s limits.
Yet, both of them knew that with their deep understanding of each other, there was actually no need for testing.
Leon knew her body, and she was aware of how much he could accept.
This refined prelude was merely setting the stage for the main event.
The beauty indulged herself, tasting every inch of his mouth like a rogue driven by insatiable greed, plundering everything Leon had to offer.
After a moment, her exploration concluded. Roswiser retracted the delicate ‘fish,’ slowly lifting her head, fixing her scattered hair, and wiping away the smile lingering on her lips. It was the perfect end to a tender love poem, and she softly purred,
“Inspection… complete…”
Roswiser extended her delicate fingers, slowly tracing Leon’s chin, his collarbone, then skimming over his chest, stopping finally at his strong and muscular waist.
The silver gleam in her eyes deepened as she whispered her next plan,
“So, darling, it’s time for the next phase…”
Her tone was laced with unintended allure and anticipation.
