Vol. 1 Ch. 110

In the evening, the silver-haired beauty sat at her desk in the study, wearing a thin chiffon slip nightgown.

She rested her slender legs on the desk, her dragon-winged slippers hanging loosely from her delicate feet, while faint red kiss marks lingered on her fair swan-like neck and barely visible soft skin.

Rosvitha opened the locked drawer and retrieved a dark brown leather-bound diary. Since that incident, it had been half a month, and she found herself writing in her diary much more frequently than before.

Struggles, efforts, but unable to change the situation. Helpless, with no place to vent her suppressed feelings of shame and humiliation, she resorted to writing in her diary as a means of temporary relief.

“Rosvitha’s Diary”:

“October 3rd, Leon showed me the photos he secretly took of me in the bunny costume, using them as a threat to force me to wear the bunny costume again and engage with him.”

“October 4th, I attempted to find those photos and backups, but Leon caught me and forced me to engage with him.”

“October 5th, in the early hours, I thought the 2:30 AM adventure had come true. But it wasn’t until he led me to that grove of poplar trees that I realized it was all a trap he set up just to be with me. Damn captive.”

“October 6th, engaged.”

“October 7th, engaged.”

“…”

“October 11th, engaged.”

“October 12th, Rosvitha, oh Rosvitha, you can’t let that captive continue to insult and exploit you. You must resist! Fight back!”

“October 13th, engaged.”

“October 14th, I snapped at him, really snapped at him, furious. But unexpectedly, instead of fueling the fire or mocking me, he just waited for me to calm down and then spoke to me in a very gentle tone, saying he understood me, knew me, and some other sweet words.”

“I know this behavior is called ‘pampering’ in human society, often used between couples or spouses.”

“Although I don’t quite understand it, after he comforted me, I did feel a bit better. Sometimes that dog’s mouth can be quite sweet.”

“Then, engaged. Hmph! I’d rather believe in ghosts than trust a man’s broken mouth!”

“October 15th, at night, he forced me to call him ‘husband.’ I refused, so he kept pestering me from after dinner until midnight.”

“I don’t understand, how can the strongest Dragon Slayer make such a straight and childish demand? He wanted me to call him, but I wouldn’t.”

“I did it once during the sports meet and ended up taking it seriously. Idiot! Even if he pesters me until the next morning, I won’t call him!”

As Rosvitha read this passage, she snapped the diary shut and closed her eyes. But the memories of that unbearable night still flooded back.

That evening, Leon just wanted to try something new. He planned to let Rosvitha go if she obediently called him ‘husband.’

However, what he didn’t expect was for the dragoness’s mouth to be so stubborn.

To force her to comply, Leon first made her put on the bunny costume again for a round two.

And for added fun, he forced Rosvitha to tear a few holes in her black stockings – making it even more tantalizing.

But even then, the dragoness refused to yield. She just wouldn’t call him ‘husband.’

Alright, onto the next move: the blindfolded kiss.

Leon didn’t tell her where he was going to kiss; he wanted to evoke that feeling of being randomly called upon by a teacher in school – nervous yet thrilling. But even after the kiss, her lips remained tightly shut.

“You’ve got guts, Rosvitha. If that’s the case, how will you respond when I bring out the third move?”

He carried Rosvitha to the balcony, pointing at the moon in the sky, telling her, “I’ll keep tormenting you until the moon is covered by clouds.”

Rosvitha looked up at the night sky. The moon was bright, and there wasn’t a single cloud in sight.

Leon made it clear he wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

“To call or not to call? Hm?”

“I won’t call! I’d rather die than call! Just go ahead and torture me!”

True to his word, the torment began. Rosvitha endured the shame, keeping her mouth tightly closed, refusing to utter the two words that would grant her respite.

Leon: “Why won’t you call?”

Rosvitha: “I just won’t!”

Unfortunately, the next entry in the diary read:

“October 16th, 3 a.m., I called.”

“Note: Called seven times.”

Snap—

Rosvitha closed the diary once again.

Indeed, it was too painful to look at. She thought that, judging from the content of these entries, perhaps it couldn’t even be called a “diary” anymore.

“The Queen’s Suffering Chronicles” or “The Revenge Notebook” might be more appropriate.

Rosvitha hadn’t intended to write down these humiliations and dark moments.

But in order to push herself towards more ruthless retaliation against Leon in the future, she had to record the trials and tribulations she endured in written form.

It was both pressure and motivation.

With her silver eyes fixed on the diary’s cover, the queen’s mind stirred slightly.

She had to do something.

Rosvitha realized she had to take action, or else the pressure would become unbearable, her health would deteriorate, and her family’s status would plummet, leaving her with no chance of ever turning things around.

With this thought in mind, Rosvitha’s peripheral vision fell on an envelope in the drawer.

Setting aside the diary, she retrieved the envelope from the drawer. There was no sender or recipient listed on it, and inside was only a thin sheet of paper, lacking the thickness one would expect after two years of silence – it was the letter she left for Leon when she met with Teg.

Her master had said that if Leon saw the contents of the letter, he would know they were still alive and safe.

So now, Rosvitha intended to use her master’s message as leverage to exchange for the backups of those photos from Leon.

It had been almost a month since she returned, and she had initially planned to use the letter as a bargaining chip against Leon later on. But given the current situation, she had no choice but to bring it out now.

In any case, restoring the situation was more important than anything else. As for leveraging Leon, she had other methods at her disposal, not just this one.

Rosvitha pursed her lips, returned the letter to the drawer, and locked it securely. Then, she stood up, left the study, and returned to the bedroom.

The bed was slightly disheveled, bearing the traces of their recent skirmish. Rosvitha thought about straightening it up but decided to change the sheets altogether instead.

After the change, she sighed in relief.

Tick-tock, the clock behind her ticked away steadily. Rosvitha glanced back and saw that it was already midnight.

Feeling drowsy, she realized that she could finally get some rest earlier today. She slipped off her shoes, crawled into bed, and pulled the covers over herself.

Leaning against the headboard, Rosvitha’s eyes inadvertently fell on the oversized teddy bear beside her.

With a subtle movement of her eyes, she grabbed the teddy bear and delivered a few punches to its soft, plushy face.

As she battered the bear’s face, she muttered to herself, “Dog of a man, dog of a man, go to hell!”

After relieving her tension with the teddy bear, Rosvitha tossed it aside and drifted off to sleep.

…

The next evening, after dinner, the couple stood side by side in the kitchen washing dishes. Leon took care of the stains while Rosvitha rinsed and dried.

Their cooperation was seamless, requiring little verbal communication. As they neared the end of the task, Rosvitha asked, “Are you staying tonight?”

Leon’s dishwashing motion paused for a moment, and he replied with a smile, “If you don’t want me to stay, you can plead with me. I might consider giving you a day off.”

Rosvitha didn’t say anything more and placed the last plate on the rack.

After dinner, the couple went out to play with Muen for a while.

Leon mentioned that Muen was currently in the stage of magical enlightenment and showed signs of awakening magical talent. They needed to keep a closer eye on him.

This was a good thing. Typically, young dragons didn’t awaken their talents until they were around three or four years old. Prodigies like Noia awakened theirs at the age of one.

As the sister of a prodigy, although she usually behaved like a cute mascot, Muen’s talent was indeed remarkable, provided she was willing to study seriously.

By the time it was past eight in the evening, Leon carried the tired Muen back to her sister’s room and settled her onto the small bed.

The little dragon curled up her tail and lay quietly there. Even though she was exhausted, she murmured, “I want to learn magic… I want to learn magic…”

With an excellent sister as a role model, she didn’t need adults to urge her on; she would motivate herself to progress.

After watching their youngest daughter fall asleep, the couple returned to Rosvitha’s room. As they entered, before reaching the bedroom, Leon wrapped his arms around Rosvitha’s waist and kissed her lips.

However, this time, Rosvitha extended her hand and gently pressed her index finger against Leon’s lips, whispering softly, “Don’t rush, go to the study. I have a surprise for you tonight.”

Although it sounded tempting, Leon wasn’t about to be manipulated by her.

“Come on, understand your role, Mother Dragon. It’s the phase where the captive takes control. I say something, you do it. That’s how it goes.”

He grabbed Rosvitha’s wrist and pulled her hand away from his mouth. “What if I insist on staying here? What can you do about it?” Leon taunted, glancing at the lingering marks of kisses on her body with feigned pity.

“Tsk tsk tsk, it breaks my heart to see such well-maintained skin covered in so many strawberry marks. My apologies, Your Majesty.”@@novelbin@@

“Hmph, stop pretending, Leon. I’m not afraid of you tonight,” Rosvitha retorted.

Before dinner, Leon checked the hiding place of the photo backups as usual, and everything was well preserved without being discovered. So, whatever Rosvitha said was just empty threats in Leon’s eyes.

He reached out, caressing her cheek gently. “Mother Dragon, your whole body is soft except for your mouth.”

Rosvitha chuckled, “Aren’t you curious about the surprise I just mentioned?”

Leon’s mind stirred slightly. She was so insistent on this so-called “surprise.” Could it really be something important?

After a brief contemplation, Leon released her hand. “Go to the study, let’s see what tricks you can come up with.”

Rosvitha adjusted the collar of her dress and glanced at him before striding quickly towards her study. Leon followed behind her.

The couple entered the study, one after the other. Rosvitha approached the desk while Leon stood to the side. She opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. Leon glanced at the envelope, furrowing his brow slightly.

Seeing his attention drawn to the envelope, Rosvitha casually said, “Here, there’s news from your master.”

The moment Leon heard the word “master,” he instinctively reached out to snatch the letter. But Rosvitha reacted swiftly, hiding the envelope behind her back. She looked at Leon’s face, which was filled with eager concern.

Perfect, just the expression she wanted from him.

“I can tell, after more than two years apart, you’re anxious to know about your master’s well-being.”

Rosvitha said, “But if you really want to see what’s inside this letter, you’ll need to trade something for it, understand?”

Leon immediately guessed the meaning behind Rosvitha’s words. “The photo backups?”

Rosvitha nodded. “But how do I know if this letter is really from my master, or if you just made up a blank sheet to trick me into giving you the backups?” Leon replied.

Leon was indeed worried about his master’s safety, but he couldn’t forget the mental battle with this dragon.

If he fell into her trap and gave her the chance to turn the tables, he wouldn’t have the luxury to worry about his master; he’d have to worry about himself first.

Seemingly anticipating Leon’s response, Rosvitha continued, “But I’m the only person you can ask about your master’s condition. If you don’t trust me, you have no other options, do you?”

She leaned forward, one hand on the desk, gazing into Leon’s eyes with a smug smile.

“So, what will you do? Will you continue hiding those backup photos, or will you miss out on this rare opportunity to learn about your master’s whereabouts?”

Rosvitha was right. If he wanted to inquire about his master’s condition, he only had this one method – to rely on Rosvitha. So regardless of whether what she produced was genuine or not, Leon had no choice.

However… Leon wasn’t entirely unprepared either.

When he showed Rosvitha the Playboy Bunny photos earlier, he had told her there were only three copies, including the one she burned.

But in reality, he had printed five copies. Even if he gave her the other two now in exchange for his master’s letter, Leon would still have two backup copies left.

No matter, the advantage still lay with him.

Of course, this was the escape route Leon left for himself. Since this was a trade, he would still uphold his integrity.

After all, Rosvitha had never betrayed him in serious matters like this, so how could he betray her?

Regaining his focus, Leon nodded. “Alright, I’ll go get them for you.”

With that, the situation was once again balanced.