69 Silver Dragon Queen? Silver Dragon Maid!
Roswiser had her wrists crossed and raised above her head, pinned against the headboard by Leon.
The mountains on her chest rose and fell with her breathing, completely defenseless in this position, allowing Leon to indulge in her wonderful physique at his leisure.
Yet Roswiser remained calm and composed.
She raised an alluring eyebrow and softly asked, “Dinner time is almost here. Aren’t you afraid the maids will come looking for us later?”
Actually, she had already instructed Milan that she and Leon wouldn’t be joining dinner tonight.
So even if they stripped down and started their ‘battle’ right now, they had nothing to worry about in terms of interruptions.
But Roswiser just wanted to tease Leon a little, a flirty prelude before turning in the homework, which isn’t so bad, right?
If Leon chose to back down, she would have a great time mocking him for not daring to taste the delicious treat right in front of him;
If Leon charged forward, he would have to deal with the psychological pressure of being ‘captured’ by the maids while getting steamy with Roswiser—
It was like cramming for exams after an entire holiday of leisure, with the anxiety kicking in.
However, Leon’s response was predictably beyond Roswiser’s expectations.
He leaned in closer, gazing deeply into her bright silver eyes, and casually replied, “Bring it on! Aren’t those little maids questioning whether we’ve hit a lull in our married life? Perfect opportunity to let them know that not only are we not cooling off, we’re actually… on fire!”
With that, he gently kissed the corner of Roswiser’s mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her enticing smile.
“What are you laughing at?” Leon gripped her chin, his tone a bit hasty and displeased.
Of course, he was deliberately putting on this negative attitude.
He knew Roswiser liked that vibe.
If Leon spoke softly and carefully considered her feelings, it would only k*ll her interest.
The wildness of the Dragon Race ran through Roswiser’s veins; she didn’t excel at playing the good girl.
She craved wild and combative physical exchanges, especially during the phase a few years back when they were at each other’s throats—both unwilling to back down, laying the groundwork for their uniquely ‘married life’ now.
Even though they bickered constantly in their daily lives, they both understood what the other truly wanted.
“I’m laughing at you, you dummy.”
“Laughing at me? Hmph, Mother Dragon, take a look at our current situation—” As he spoke, Leon tightened his grip on Roswiser’s wrist.
“Ugh~ Mmm…”
The slight pain made her huff, yet her smile remained unabated.
“You’ve got me pinned down, and you’re still laughing at me?”
The Queen batted her lashes, blowing a gentle breath towards Leon’s face.
Her breath was warm and sweet-scented.
“Well then, come at me! Do what you want to do right now. After all this chitchat, you’re not—”
Roswiser squinted her eyes, “stalling for time?”
“Stalling for time?”
“Yes! The sun hasn’t fully set yet; technically, it’s not night, so you’re afraid to do anything to me.”
Roswiser smiled, “You only dare to lay your hands on me after nightfall—ah~”
The Queen’s taunt had its intended effect.
It immediately triggered the first wave of retaliation from the enemy.
Leon had no intention of letting go of Roswiser’s hand; at the same time, he pressed his knee against her tail.
With that, she completely lost her ability to resist.
But if it came down to it, Roswiser still had her mouth, which was as tough as steel.
However, no worries.
Leon had his own way of silencing her.
“Heh, using the monthly fee group 649463-4135 to scare me? Shameful big boy Casmod, the sun is still shining brightly in the sky. Do you really have the guts to—mmmmm!”
A kiss sealed her lips to stop her from continuing her stubborn talk.
Roswiser’s plan worked like a charm.
As she struggled symbolically a couple of times, she couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased.
She really loved Leon’s rough and direct kiss, biting her lips, breaking through her defenses, and finally claiming her mouth.
At this moment, it felt like the whole world revolved solely around Leon.
Leon’s breath, Leon’s warmth, Leon’s touch…
He filled every part of her slowly.
As the kiss ended, Roswiser’s face turned crimson, her silver hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks.
She huffed a laugh, “Totally… felt nothing.”
“Is that so, Your Majesty? Let’s change the battlefield.”
“What—Hey! Where are you taking me?!”
Roswiser panicked.
Whoa—
This sudden change of battlefield was not part of her plan.
Where was the Dog Man taking her?
To the bathroom? The kitchen? Or the living room?
But they had exhausted all those places already; after going back and forth, the couple found that the bed was still the best—-classics never go out of style.
Finally, a blinding sunset interrupted Roswiser’s thoughts.
She raised her hand to shield her eyes, realizing Leon had carried her to the balcony.
Gazing out, they faced the bl**d-red sunset directly.
“Leon, you—”
Before Roswiser could say anything, Leon pressed her down onto the tea table.
“Your Majesty, weren’t you just saying I wouldn’t dare to do anything to you during the day?”
Leon gently held her chin, forcing her to look up at the sunset, “So watch closely; before the sun goes down, I won’t… let you go.”
The battle horn sounded, and fierce flames scorched both body and mind.
Creak—creak—
The legs of the tea table scraped against the balcony floor with squeaks.
The tea cups on the table clinked against each other softly.
Roswiser wasn’t very comfortable in her current position because her legs were too long, and the tea table was a bit low; she had to arch her waist slightly.
But hey…
Sometimes discomfort isn’t a bad thing.
Besides, it had been a long time since they had turned in their homework this boldly.
So Roswiser looked way more lively than usual.
Her silver hair spilled across the table, and her pupils reflected the fading sunlight.
Leon never loosened his grip, forcing her to keep her eyes on the distance.
This assertive approach left Roswiser unable to escape the delightful feeling enveloping her.
Golden sunlight poured over Roswiser’s sweat-drenched face, and the evening breeze wafted through the balcony, slipping into her collar.
The tea table below her shook more violently, and her grip on her awareness grew weaker.
She was about to surrender her entire self to her primal desires.
Long lashes fluttering, she stared at the setting sun, watching it sink lower and lower below the horizon.
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared from her sight, Leon too fulfilled his promise not to let her go before the sun set.
At just the right moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he ‘freed’ Roswiser, releasing her from the prison of desire.
…
“I need to buy a new tea table.”
“Why? Is this one unusable now?”
“If you want to remember our recent scene every time you drink tea, then I won’t replace it.”
“Then let’s change it. Doing that while watching the sunset… how uncouth!”
Roswiser shot him a teasing glare, “You seem to be uncouth now. Why didn’t you think about being refined when you were all over me?”
“Being all over you is also refined.”
“Refined, my foot!”
“Refined beast.”
“……” Roswiser was speechless, closing her eyes and ignoring him.
Before long, Leon suddenly spoke up, “Hey.”
“What?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Go eat then.”
“But we’ve missed dinner time.”
“So what? Is it that I won’t let you eat?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Roswiser froze slightly.
Oh, right! She did tell Milan that she and His Royal Highness wouldn’t be having dinner.
Well, whatever, Leon didn’t know, teehee.
“Hey, I have a dream,” Leon lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and said thoughtfully.
Roswiser didn’t respond, knowing the Dog Man was about to start rambling.
“If in this life I could eat a late-night snack prepared by the Silver Dragon Queen for me, I’d d*e without regrets.”
“The Silver Dragon Queen suggests you just go ahead and d*e, honey.”
“I want fried rice.”
“I didn’t say I’d make it for you; why are you still ordering?”
“And add some diced ham.”
“Hey…”
“If you could throw in some shredded meat, that would be even better.”
“I’m the Silver Dragon Queen, not the Silver Dragon Maid.”
“Wifey.”
“…… I’ll go make it for you; if you don’t eat, I’ll chop you up into shredded meat.”
Roswiser got up from the bed, dragging her tired body from the ‘battle’ to the kitchen.
She tied on an apron and began preparing the ingredients.
While cutting the diced ham, Leon quietly approached her side.
Roswiser glanced at him, realizing that the fool had also put on an apron and was there cutting meat.
The Queen smiled knowingly, saying nothing.
Nightfall crept in, and the kitchen lights were warm and cozy; the couple leaned against each other, preparing their late-night snack together.
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Content has been edited; the author left on April 18th.
