Vol. 1 Ch. 25

The sensation brought by the double dragon patterns was equally heightened. Rosvitha could achieve an exaggerated effect similar to a sensational explosion by gently gliding her fingertips over Leon’s skin.

Leon bit his lip, furrowed his brow, and clenched his fists tightly, exerting great effort to suppress his instincts and impulses. However, the electric surge brought by the dragon patterns was washing over his teetering sanity like a fierce flood.

Rosvitha didn’t even need much of an intro to him. Just looking down at him, smiling at him, could ignite the fierce fire within him.

“Doubled dragon patterns… What kind of experience is that, Leon? Can you tell me?”

She smiled, a captivating and charming smile, like an enchanting fairy.

In moments of excitement, there are only two things on a dragon’s mind—Destruction and conquest.

Apart from that, they didn’t think about anything else at all. And Rosvitha was currently in this state of excitement.@@novelbin@@

Leon was restraining his impulses. Similarly, Rosvitha was suppressing her dragon instincts. She wanted so much to blend her flesh with the prey in front of her, to destroy his body, will, and dignity, to use the most unbearable means to force him to beg for mercy in front of her, to indulge in the desire to conquer within her heart. But she couldn’t yet. She wanted to slowly, bit by bit, thoroughly enjoy and torment everything about the person beneath her.

Leon’s patience, his resistance, and the appearance of someone who clearly wanted to let go of reason and indulge in the queen’s tenderness but, due to the pitiful pride of the dragon slayer, desperately held onto his bottom line— all of these were spoils of revenge for Rosvitha.

Rosvitha extended her hand, gently brushing Leon’s feverish cheek with the back of her hand. Admiring the resolute yet determined face, she sincerely praised her nominal husband, “You still look handsome, Leon, much like two years ago. The scars on your face have faded, but there’s an added touch of exhaustion and maturity, giving you the essence of a seasoned man.”

A simple touch had already stirred the fire deep within Leon’s heart. He clenched his teeth, clinging to his last shred of reason. However, he was also aware that, in the end, he still could not resist the resonance of the dragon pattern.

Moreover, Rosvitha had tampered with his armour, adding another layer of dragon pattern.

Under the doubled impact…

No one could withstand it at all. And this was the back mountain far from the temple, with no one around. Rosvitha could fully unleash her wild side here without any restraint or concern.

“Ugh! Damn it—”

Leon growled slowly, the response of the dragon pattern became even stronger, and he could no longer resist.

Rosvitha’s eyes curve into two crescents, filled with endless ambiguity and tenderness.

“Leon! Leon~ Leon…”

The dragon pattern similarly washed over Rosvitha’s reason, she has even started calling Leon’s name involuntarily. Suddenly, the queen’s waist softened, instantly resting on the breastplate of the black-gold war chariot.

The firm armour slightly deformed those two plump mounds.

Leon secretly rejoiced that there was still a layer of armour between Rosvitha and himself. Otherwise, they would have their dragon patterns close to each other now.

However, Leon’s happiness was premature.

Then, Rosvitha slowly approached his face; silver strands of hair fell from her side, and the tips lightly tickled Leon’s forehead and nose.

Ticklish and tingling. But what itched even more was Leon’s heart. Their lips were very close, just the width of a finger apart.

Leon could even feel the scalding breath of Rosvitha spraying on his face. This was an initiative she had never taken before.

Getting so close, so close.

Close enough that with a slightly deeper breath, their lips could touch.

“Rosvitha…”

“Hmph, this is just revenge, Leon.”

Leon’s vision became increasingly blurry, and his breath grew heavier.

Before the dragon pattern completely consumed his consciousness, the last scene he saw was Rosvitha’s emotional and tender dragon eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Leon slowly woke up. Every muscle and joint ached, and a slight movement caused the bones to crackle.

It felt as if someone had broken all the bones in his body and then put them back together. Gritting his teeth, he sat up and leaned against the cold wall behind him.

Lifting his head to look forward, Rosvitha seemed to have just recovered from exhaustion, dressing herself methodically.

The glow of the dragon pattern, like a dawn bonfire, flickered twice and then extinguished.

After dressing, Rosvitha meticulously placed the scattered black-gold war chariot components back into the box. Her movements were light and careful, showing a high level of seriousness.

After returning the box to its place, Rosvitha walked slowly to a spot about three meters in front of Leon and sat down against one side of a display rack.

The Queen also looked weary, with a lingering flush on her face. Her tail lay limp by her side, and her silver hair seemed slightly dishevelled.

Leon’s buttock rested against the cold stone wall, and despite his heavy eyelids, he still responded to Rosvitha’s gaze.

The atmosphere between them was delicate as if the lively moments from just now had never happened.

“I want to rest for a bit before heading back,” Leon said.

“Okay.”

Her voice sounded a bit hoarse.

Probably got too involved in the play just now, and her throat was a bit hoarse.

Leon looked at her tired appearance, sensing that her mood also seemed a bit low.

Through several instances of “contact,” Leon had already noticed this.

But thinking about it, it was normal.

While humiliating Leon through this method, she was also tormenting her own boundaries and inner self. The thrill of revenge existed only at the moment, not afterwards.

But Leon didn’t actively ask or express concern for Rosvitha. Anyway, she would be fine again in a few minutes, returning to that aloof and scheming Silver Dragon Queen.

Leon silently leaned against the corner, head lowered, silent.

Sizzling—

Again, the sound of fabric rubbing against skin.

Leon thought Rosvitha was getting up to leave, so he looked up. To his surprise, Rosvitha gradually crawled towards him.

Using her palms and knees to touch the ground, her tail casually behind her. Even though Leon had clearly seen her, she pretended to approach him cautiously, like a cautious and playful cat.

Leon pursed his lips, shrinking, “What are you doing?”

She crawled in front of Leon, one hand propped on his thigh, and the other gently lifted his chin.

Their noses were close, like the almost-kiss during their intimate moments earlier.

However, at this moment, Rosvitha’s dragon eyes were no longer filled with emotional tenderness but rather a… very familiar playfulness and teasing.

Just as Leon had thought a moment ago, the low mood passed, and she reverted to that scheming queen.

The queen said softly, “Leon, your body… doesn’t seem as vigorous as before, huh?”