Leon’s lounging on the couch, while Roswiser’s kneeling in front of him. The purple glow of the dragon pattern is slowly pulsating, hinting that this couple is easing into a new groove.
With a red face, Leon’s trying out a brand-new method, and let’s just say he’s a bit out of his depth.
Roswiser’s in the same boat.
Since it’s her first time attempting the “clamp between the ears” maneuver, she’s not quite getting it. After several attempts filled with comedic failures, she’s still missing the mark.
“Um… how about we try something else?” Leon suggests, his voice filled with awkwardness.
But is Her Majesty the type to back down?
Tonight, she must unlock this new position!
“Nope! I’m gonna make it work!”
Roswiser stubbornly declares, lifting her generous assets and going for it again—only to spectacularly fail once more.
“Hmm… could it be my bust is too small?”
This E-cup queen starts to question her hardware.
Just as Roswiser’s pondering how to successfully channel her inner sandwich, Leon casually asks, “By the way, where did you even learn this move?”
Even though they’ve been married to Mother Dragon for five years, their usual “business” can be described as rather… traditional.
Sure, they go all out and tend to battle until dawn, but most of the time, they stick with the old-school way of doing things.
Why? Because they’re each other’s “first love” without any prior experience—just following the natural instincts of reproduction without any flashy moves.
At most, they’ve played around with some dress-up scenarios.
So this sudden “two giant buns with cheese” approach completely threw Leon for a loop.
“Uh, I learned it from a book.”
Roswiser replies, nonchalantly.
“…You mean to tell me that all those late-night reading sessions in the study were just you poring over this kind of stuff?”
“Wha—No way!”
Roswiser defends herself, “I was reading some romance novels… they have descriptions related to that.”
Leon already knows she’s into those romance novels.
But seriously, are modern romance novels really getting into such… spicy details?
Hmm—
But on second thought, mixing those cringe-worthy sentimental clichés with straightforward fun could be a good thing.
After all, if the crowd likes it, it must be good!
“I feel like you’ve been reading those romance novels way more in the last couple of years than when I first met you.” Leon suddenly says.
Roswiser pauses, then nods, admitting, “Yeah, I’ve definitely spent more time reading since we got married.”
Leon’s eyes twinkle as he catches onto a key phrase:
“Since you got married.”
So technically, Roswiser’s expanded her romance novel hobby after becoming his wife.
Sitting there quietly, her silver tail draping elegantly on the carpet, Leon looks at her beautiful, delicate face and starts to piece it together.
Just like how they both awkwardly navigate their relationship as husband and wife, they’re clueless about how to face a real husband or wife.
It seems to make sense now—Roswiser read all those romance novels to better maintain her relationship with Leon.
Such a naïve, girlish approach coming from the Silver Dragon Queen; it’s almost adorably goofy.
And this is probably the most under-the-radar way she could think of.
Should she really go and ask Isar, “Hey sis, can you teach me how to be in love?”
Isar would probably be like: “Sure, sister, but I’ve been single for five or six hundred years; what do I know about that?”
Shaking off her thoughts, Leon reaches out and gently strokes Roswiser’s silver hair.
She looks up, her cheeks flushed, locking eyes with Leon’s dark orbs.
A lingering gaze between the couple makes the dragon pattern glow even more suggestively.
And then—
“Ah! It’s standing up!”
Roswiser exclaims, snatching the opportunity and gripping the “weapon” firmly, charging forward.
Leon’s taken aback for a moment, then shakes his head with a chuckle.
She’s still so determined!
This time, the heavens don’t disappoint—
Her Majesty succeeds!
When passion strikes deep, everything just flows smoothly.
The previous failures weren’t due to a lack of excitement or the dragon pattern not lighting up.
It was probably just that they hadn’t “done the work” in so long that they felt a bit rusty.
But now!
Thanks to Roswiser’s relentless efforts, the sleeping little lion has finally awakened!
The sensation feels refreshingly strange for both of them.
After all, usually one’s in the mud, and the other’s just trying to keep it together—each playing their roles.
But in this moment, the feeling is unfamiliar and exhilarating.
Both of their faces turn beet red.
Because of their position, they’re seeing all those sensitive bits clearer than ever.
Roswiser takes it step-by-step, quickly mastering the technique.
Leon relaxes a bit after the initial tension.
Sitting up straight, he wraps his arms around Roswiser, pulling her in closer.
Her warm breath tickles his stomach, sending delightful shivers down his spine.
“How’s this… is it okay?” Roswiser whispers.
Leon’s bangs fall over his eyes, concealing his reaction, murmuring, “Mm…”
“Should I… go faster or slower?”
“Um, either works.”
“Then I’ll go with my feelings.”
“Okay…”
Even though they’ve been married for five years and “done their homework” countless times, this little chit-chat sounds more like two young lovers trying to swipe their first forbidden fruit.
Roswiser quickens her pace just a tad.
As Leon suspected, during his weakened state, Roswiser holds all the control.
But strangely enough, he doesn’t feel “overwhelmed” this time.
Maybe it’s because of the new experience.
His stubborn yet adorable wife always manages to surprise him.
…
As they near the climax, the dragon pattern lights up even more intensely.
Roswiser has completely immersed herself in the moment, her silver tail wrapping around his uninjured leg, her body flushed, and her hands moving faster.
With the vigorous motions, the “little lion’s head” bumps against Roswiser’s chin from time to time.
Leon’s gaze lingers on her luscious, tempting lips, struggling against an overwhelming urge to take it a step further.
Right now, this is just fine… just stay like this… can’t get too out of hand…
“Roswiser… you can slow down, I—”
“It’s okay… just like this… coming is fine…”
She doesn’t loosen her grip; if anything, she tightens her hold a tad more.
“But… I’m worried I’ll—”
“It’s alright… it’s alright…”
With all that’s been said, Leon stops resisting.
After some buildup, the little lion, having endured quite the ordeal, finally breaks free.
A hot wave cascades down onto Roswiser’s chest, neck, and hair.
Although in this bout of marital “business,” Roswiser didn’t get the usual “nourishment,” the feedback she received was definitely on par with previous experiences.
After all, with double the dragon patterns, even kissing could lead to an incredible experience—let alone this tantalizing new taste of forbidden fruit.
She releases her soft hold and leans back slightly, savoring the lingering warmth.
That rush flows down to her flat stomach, and she basks in it, relishing the aftermath.
After a moment, Roswiser stands up, awkwardly covering her modesty, feeling a tad bashful,
“I… I’ll go clean up…”
“Okay…”
As the heat subsides and they glance at the disheveled state of the couch, both of them feel a tad sheepish.
Sounds of water fill the bathroom, and soon enough, Roswiser emerges wrapped in a towel.
They exchange a shy glance from a few meters apart, then quickly look away.
Roswiser hops over to the bed, ready to let her hair air dry.
After a few minutes of silence, Leon breaks the ice,
“Roswiser…”
The queen looks up, “Huh?”
“Thanks for the hard work.”
She blinks, seemingly recalling something, and then beams,
“Why do I feel like you’ve been telling me ‘hard work’ a lot more lately, especially after… you know what we just did?”
Leon blinks, “Really?”
“Absolutely.”
Roswiser twirls a damp strand of hair as she earnestly says,
“You used to rarely, or rather, almost never, say things like ‘hard work’ to me. Ever since Little Light was born, it’s like every time—almost every single time—you finish, you say ‘hard work.’”
Pausing for a moment, she smirks and asks, “What’s this? The legendary dragon slaying hero is showing some tenderness toward me, the dragon queen?”
Leon rolls his eyes, “Pfft, stop flattering yourself, I just… I just…”
“Just what?”
“Just… have manners! Yeah, all because I’m a well-mannered, polite gentleman.”
Roswiser gives him a pointed look, “Alright, Mister Gentleman, that means you should sleep on the couch tonight.”
“Why?!”
“A gentleman wouldn’t take advantage of a lady, right?”
“But you’re my wife!”
“Fake wife.”
“A fake wife is still a wife!”
Leon can’t sit still anymore, popping up on one leg and bouncing over to the bed.
Roswiser watches him hop around like an angry penguin.
But just as he’s about to bounce onto the bed, he loses his footing and stumbles forward.
Luckily, Roswiser’s quick reflexes catch him.
“I was just acting.” Leon declares.
“I know.” She plays along.
They lock eyes and then burst into laughter.
Amidst their giggles, the queen pokes fun at him mercilessly,
“What were you pretending? You almost tripped on your own feet!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m so clumsy I can’t even walk straight. You wouldn’t make me sleep on the couch, would you?”
“What do those two have to do with each other?”
“It doesn’t matter; I just want to sleep in bed!”
Roswiser giggles and gives him a playful glance, “Fine, fine, bed it is.”
The couple snuggles under the covers, switching off the bedside lamp, and stare up at the ceiling.
Leon suddenly recalls what Roswiser said earlier about learning new moves from romance novels.
So…
“Roswiser.”
“Yeah?”
“When are you going to read more romance novels again?”
The queen raises an eyebrow: ?
“Man, your name is ‘Greed!’”
