105 Wifey, You Smell Amazing
Roswiser quickly shielded her waist, performing a flawless fish-leap dive into the covers, with the blanket snugly covering her mouth, leaving only a little nose poking out for breath.
It was a smooth operation, as if she had rehearsed it countless times before.
Leon stood by the bed, watching Roswiser bundle herself up tightly with keen interest, and asked with a grin, “What’s up? I just wanted to take a peek!”
The Queen shrank under the blankets, insisting, “You… you haven’t grasped our current situation.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“We already have two Dragon Patterns, and the feelings of desire will be transmitted through them at double the intensity.”
Roswiser explained, “For example, before, if we wanted… to get intimate, we would have to kiss or use some flirtatious tactics to get each other’s Dragon Patterns activated. But now… you might just look at a certain part of my body and want… want to do that.”
Upon hearing this, General Leon pondered for a moment, then shrugged, “Do I look like the type who lets his little head control his big head?”
“I can’t comment on other things, but when it comes to spouses, you, are, definitely one of them!”
“That’s unfair, Your Majesty! I promise I’ll just take a look and touch nothing.”
Leon held up three fingers. “I swear on my life, just a peek.”
Seeing Leon’s earnest expression, Roswiser bit her lip, torn about whether to let him see.
Even though the couple had explored each other’s bodies thoroughly—down to every little mole in private areas—it still felt too shameful to expose her sensitive spots on purpose.
Just moments ago in the Holy Temple, when she showed him her lower abdomen, she nearly melted out of embarrassment.
And now she had to show him her most sensitive waistline…
Roswiser gritted her teeth, struggling with herself for a while, before finally declaring, “Sure, you can look, but you absolutely cannot touch, got it?”
“OKOK.”
Roswiser sighed in relief, as if giving herself a pep talk.
Then, she sat up in bed, tucked her tail in, and turned her back to Leon, slowly lifting the hem of her dress.
Her voluptuous backside was wrapped in black lace, and just above the lace’s edge lay the Dragon Pattern that Roswiser had etched for herself.
It rose and fell with her breathing, both alluring and cute.
But the waistline area was only part of the Dragon Pattern; a small section extended down along the tailbone, continuing below the lacy undies.
Leon rubbed his chin, slightly frowning. “This Dragon Pattern sure knows how to pick its spots.”
“Have you seen enough, you j*rk?” Roswiser shot back, her face flushed.
“Show me your tail, and I’ll take another look.” Leon said, “The tailbone and the waistline are too close; I want to see if the Dragon Pattern shifts when the tail comes out.”
So that’s what he was after—she thought he was going to take this chance to grab her tail.
Roswiser complied and let her tail out.
Part of the Dragon Pattern remained on her lower back, and when the tail emerged, the other part stretched down to the base of her tail due to the shift in body structure.
Normally, dragons let their tails drop naturally during daily activities.
So, the part extending under the tail would go unnoticed.
Unless…
Some weird dragon found joy in lifting others’ tails.
If that ever happened, Leon would definitely fry the creep before his wifey got touched.
“Underneath the tailbone.” Leon remarked.
Hearing this, Roswiser let out a silent sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s good; at least it hasn’t moved to a weird place.”
“Weird place meaning your b*tt?” he teased.
“Shut up! Are you obsessed with my b*tt or something?”
“I’m obsessed with your entire body, Your Majesty.”
“Go d*e, you idiot! You’re so cheesy!”
Do married men get progressively cheesier and thicker-skinned over time?
That dog… still hadn’t figured out his place, daring to talk to the Queen like that.
Roswiser thought to herself, then lowered her dress and crawled back under the covers, “I’ll deal with you another day; it’s bedtime.”
“Oh, you still dare to sleep on the same bed with me?” Leon asked with a sly grin.
Roswiser blinked, confused as to why Leon would bring that up. “What’s there to be afraid of?”
“You just said the Dragon Patterns get more responsive. What if I accidentally touch your hand and you want to pounce on me? What then?”
Roswiser rolled her eyes at the ceiling, “Stop being so narcissistic, you fool. Don’t flatter yourself; even if we held hands all night, I wouldn’t think anything of it.”
“Alright then, since Your Majesty insists, I’ll just have to begrudgingly continue to sleep with you.”
“If you don’t want to, you can always sleep in the yard; no one’s stopping you.”
Leon flashed a grin and walked around to the other side of the bed, changed into his pajamas, and burrowed under the covers.
Then, under the blankets, he took hold of Roswiser’s hand.
Finding her hand under the blanket without seeing it? Well, that was either because the Queen positioned her hand just right or Leon had become quite skilled himself.
Once their fingers intertwined, it felt natural for the couple.
Leon took a moment to sense the feeling, then commented, “Seems like there’s nothing… particularly special about it. What about you?”
“Nothing here either; in fact, I just want to sleep.”
“Ah, after living together for over a year, you feel nothing, huh?”
Roswiser shot him a sideways glance. “There are only two types of people who feel nothing lying together.”
Leon tilted his head, curious. “Oh? Which two?”
“Pure friendship and old married couples.”
“Oh, Your Majesty, isn’t it a bit embarrassing to say we’re an old married couple after just three years?” He gestured dramatically.
“You fool, I meant we’re just pure friends.”
“If you say so—”
The banter came to an abrupt halt.
Leon felt his heart skip a beat.
After that awkward pause, his breathing began to speed up uncontrollably, and his body temperature gradually increased.
Meanwhile, Roswiser’s fingers shifted slightly in his grasp.
So, she was having the same reaction?
Holding each other’s hands became extremely sensitive, and the simple act of holding hands sent countless thoughts racing through both their minds.
Roswiser had always loved the feeling of Leon’s hand on hers, but now that sensation seemed to translate directly to her body just from the thought.
She gripped the bedsheet tightly with her other hand, struggling to suppress her body’s instincts, muttering, “Leon… Leon…”
“Don’t call my name…”
Many times, during their blissful moments, she couldn’t help but shout Leon’s name.
But this time, just trying to call him resulted in something… oddly enticing.
“It’s not… Leon, I feel… something’s off.”
Leon looked at her, then said, “What’s wrong, Mother Dragon? Didn’t you just say holding hands for a whole night would be fine?”
Roswiser bit her dry lips, trying to pull her hand away.
But Leon’s large hand held hers firmly, and that sensation felt absolutely heavenly…
Right now, she didn’t need to do anything; just being held like this brought an exquisite pleasure.
Even though it could easily lead to trouble, that feeling was intoxicating.
So, after a brief internal struggle, Roswiser decided to let it be.
At that moment, Leon felt the same flutter of excitement.
“Hey, Mother Dragon, can you, can you smell that?”
“Smell what?”
“It smells amazing…”
“Huh?”
A rustling came from next to her as the man leaned closer, wrapping his arms around her waist beneath the covers.
“Roswiser, you smell amazing.”
