94 A Shameful Foot f*tish? A Shameful Queen f*tish!
Soft and delicate body tossed onto the big bed.
Roswiser, legs squeezed together, clutching her chest, looking all innocent and pitiful.
But the straps of her dress slipped down quietly, her plump, rosy shoulders seeming to reflect a faint glow under the sunlight.
“I know you’re eager, but it’s daytime—can’t you wait until night?” Roswiser said.
“You provoked me first.”
“I was just teasing; why are you actually getting mad?”
“I’m not mad; I just wanted to play around with you!”
Leon took off his shirt, revealing a solid upper body.
While Roswiser continued to put on her best “innocent girl” act, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes slightly at that familiar perfect male physique.
Last night, due to relentless battles, the couple was completely worn out, barely managing to admire each other before crashing straight into sleep.
And now, to admire Dog Man’s perfect physique on this sunny morning…
Hiss~
From now on, I’ll definitely make him feed me while shirtless; even this queen deserves to experience what it means to feast one’s eyes!
She secretly thought, then pretending to be clueless, asked, “Are you hot? Why are you taking off your clothes?”
“Not hot now, but it’s about to get really hot.”
“Oh dear, then you—”
Leon didn’t bother listening to her prattling and pressed down on her.
His moves were so skillful; you could tell they were like an old married couple.
Roswiser immediately thought to meet him halfway.
After all, after some flirty banter, it was time to get down to business; this wouldn’t delay the Queen’s little foot plan.
However, just as the two were ready to get even cozier, a sharp pain surged through Roswiser’s ribcage.
“Hiss~”
She frowned, “Wait, wait… that hurts a bit.”
Leon, not one to be the brute husband ignoring his wife’s discomfort, knew it was best not to push her.
He supported Roswiser’s shoulder, bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly, “Maybe let’s save it for another day.”
Seeing him look a bit reluctant, a smile crept onto Roswiser’s face.
Dog Man actually has a bit of conscience; he cares about her health. Even with clothes off, he doesn’t want to worsen her injury.
But this fit perfectly into Roswiser’s plan.
Just as Leon was about to get up and leave, Roswiser suddenly grabbed his wrist.
“If you really want it… I can be on top, that way it won’t press on my ribs.”
“You in the ‘monthly fee group’ six nine four nine three six one three five…”
Leon thought for a moment, “Let’s just wait until you’re better; this kind of thing… isn’t urgent.”
Tsk.
I made the first move; why are you suddenly shy now?
What happened to that “tyrant boss forcing his delicate wife” energy?
You need to step it up, Casmod!
Roswiser knew she couldn’t be too eager because that would definitely make Leon catch onto her true intentions.
Leon sat on the edge of the bed as Roswiser slowly sat up and leaned close to him, resting her chin on his shoulder.
Her gentle fingers glided over Leon’s muscular arms, and the queen whispered sweetly,
“It’s alright; if you want it… don’t hold back. Don’t underestimate my body; I’m a dragon, you know~”
Saying that, her palm slowly slid from Leon’s arm to his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up pace.
Like the sound of silver bells, Roswiser giggled sweetly,
“Look at you, your heart’s racing already! Still holding back? Is it that we’ve grown distant after six months apart?”
Resisting the mother dragon’s gentle coaxing.
After a battle of inner thoughts, Leon slowly lifted his hand, resting it on her hand.
Roswiser beamed, then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his earlobe, “Come on, just like before. We… know each other well, right?”
As the long dress fell away, her silver hair cascaded loose, revealing the queen’s perfect form before his eyes.
Dragon patterns flickered across her curves.
He held onto her slender waist, the beauty lowered herself, breathing softly, her breath brushing against his face.
Her red lips brushed against his nose as if savoring a delicious dish.
Roswiser planted a gentle kiss on his forehead,
“You’re right, Leon… it’s getting really hot.”
The couple searched for memories of the past within each other’s bodies.
Every inch of skin, every soft sigh, every heartbeat felt so familiar.
Seeing Leon’s increasingly dreamy gaze, Roswiser felt secretly thrilled.
Oh~
Though I really want to go all the way with you, but given this queen’s currently injured state, it’s just a bit too much to handle, so…
“Leon… wait, wait a minute, I still feel a bit of pain…”
Stopping now is definitely different from stopping before it even started.
Now, suddenly halting? What’s the difference from an inch stop?
A fleeting awkward moment passed over Leon’s face.
The dragon patterns were glowing, and the dam had burst from desire’s flood; how could they simply say stop?
But yet, Roswiser was indeed hurt, and he couldn’t force her…
“How about… I help you in another way?” Roswiser suggested.
Leon raised an eyebrow, “What way?”
Roswiser leaned against his chest, rubbing her foot against his calf, “With this.”
Leon felt a jolt in his heart.
At that moment, he realized.
So that’s how it is!
The mother dragon had already set the stage while chatting in the yard earlier.
Just to make him feel the pinch at this crucial moment, leaving him unable to go up or down, and finally suggesting to use ‘feet’.
And she did indeed have an injury, unable to complete a regular ‘homework submission’.
So she used this point to make Leon willingly choose to be underneath.
Leon gritted his teeth, resisting the reaction from the dragon patterns, “You’ve tricked me again…”
“Oh dear, you caught me!”
Roswiser rested her chin on his chest, her fingers lazily swirling on his cheek, with her toes teasing Leon’s calf.
“So, what now? Are you holding on? Or… accepting my proposal?”
“You!……”
Leon turned his head away, silent.
Roswiser knew he had reluctantly accepted.
“Hmph, clearly you want my help but won’t say it out loud.”
Roswiser began to relish in uncovering Leon’s little thoughts, “So now I’ll ask you, do you like my feet?”
“No, I don’t like them!”
“Hmm? Don’t like them?”
Roswiser chuckled lightly, “Then I won’t help you. You can figure it out yourself.”
Saying that, she made to get off the bed.
“Hey, wait—”
At her call, Roswiser looked back, a sly grin on her face, “Changing your mind?”
“… Yes, I like them, is that good enough?”
Roswiser wouldn’t let up, continuing to torment him, “Like what?”
Leon’s face was burning hot, but his body’s endurance was nearing its limit, so he just went along with the mother dragon, “Like… feet…”
“Whose feet?”
“Yours… your feet.”
“Who likes my feet?”
“I…”
Roswiser leaned back in close, whispering into his ear,
“Say it all together, Leon.”
“… I, I like your feet, Roswiser.”
“Ha ha… finally admitted you’re a foot fetishist, huh? h*rny wolf~”
Leon glared at her, her triumphant smile was downright infuriating.
He bit his lip, grabbing hold of Roswiser’s neck, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“I’m, not.”
Roswiser kissed the tip of his nose, lazily triumphant like a victor,
“You just confessed to liking my feet, and yet you still deny it? Hmm? Not being obedient~”
“In fact, Melkway, I like every part of you…”
Roswiser’s heart skipped a beat.
Oh wow.
She just got ambushed.
