Vol. 2 Ch. 92

Is this little dragon using her beauty to seduce this general again?

Hehe…

Such a simple trick. Let me tell you, today I—

Well… I’ll take the bait!

Leon grabbed Rosvisser by the wrist and pulled her into his arms, letting her sit sideways on his lap—

Oh wait, rather than saying Leon "let" her sit on his lap, it would be more accurate to say that she took the opportunity and sat on him willingly.

Rosvisser wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck, their noses brushing lightly against each other, her soft lips hovering just above his skin, teasingly close.

This seductive trick was something she had clearly mastered over time.

“So, why haven’t you kissed me yet? Hmm? My great hero,” Rosvisser whispered softly, her voice full of tenderness and temptation.

“It’s been too long.”

“What… what’s been too long?”

“Six months. Too long.”

Rosvisser blinked. “And so?”

“So… I’ve forgotten how to kiss you.”

“...”

Forgotten? Seriously?

Can someone forget something like this, an instinct engraved deep in their very DNA?

How about forgetting your head in the future while you’re at it?

You’re just finding excuses, aren’t you? Don’t think I can’t see through this!

Fine, not making the first move, huh?@@novelbin@@

Well, in that case, let’s refresh our memories on the art of teasing.

“Oh my, that’s such a shame. I’ve also forgotten how to kiss. What a problem,” Rosvisser said in a sweet, playful voice.

Leon glanced at the way she was sitting on his lap, then at how she was holding onto his neck.

Not to mention the seductive look in her eyes and the teasing tone in her voice—

“Your smooth and skillful moves say otherwise,” he remarked.

“Sorry, darling. It’s just like how I used to only win crucial rounds.”

“What do you mean?”

“I only win important matches, and I only forget important things. Oh dear, my mind is just so clumsy.”

“...”

Rosvisser leaned forward slightly, her soft chest pressing gently against Leon’s.

“What should we do, my dear husband? Say something, won’t you?” she whispered seductively.

Leon’s eye twitched slightly.

Stop it, you teasing dragon.

I just ate, don’t make me lose my appetite!

The couple continued their playful back-and-forth, neither wanting to give in first like they used to, letting their impulses take control.

Though they both knew that giving in would mean mutual satisfaction, every tug-of-war between them was a battle for power in their relationship, and neither wanted to lose.

Their black and silver eyes reflected each other’s image. They were so close, their breaths mingling, and they could hear the other’s heartbeat quickening.

After being apart for six months, their desire had grown far beyond the usual longing after a brief separation.

*Shh-shh—*

Rosvisser’s silver tail slid across the floor, then slowly coiled around Leon’s ankle, winding upward until it wrapped gently around his calf.

The flexible tip of her tail slipped under his pant leg, teasing the sensitive area behind his knee.

It tickled—making him tingle in the most sensitive spots.

Leon inhaled her familiar, pleasant scent and finally decided to give in.

He gently cupped her delicate face in his hands and kissed her on the lips.

Their lips met, parting and rejoining as if tasting each other’s essence.

After the gentle prelude came a deeper, more intimate exchange.

They had both lied.

Six months apart had not made them forget how to kiss each other; if anything, the time apart had only intensified their desire for one another. They were more passionate now than ever, lost in the kiss, unable to pull away.

As the kiss deepened, Leon’s hand slowly moved from Rosvisser’s face, gliding down the smooth curve of her neck, passing over her slender collarbone, and resting on her soft chest for a moment, adding a bit of intensity to their long-awaited reunion.

Then, his hand drifted downward toward her stomach.

However, as his fingers brushed over her ribcage, Rosvisser suddenly flinched, letting out an involuntary groan.

Leon froze, quickly pulling back. “Did I hurt you?”

“No…” Rosvisser winced, furrowing her brow. “It’s just… well, after so many battles, of course I’ve accumulated a few injuries.”

She gently touched her lower ribs, forcing a smile. “I think I got hit by a rock while in dragon form a few days ago… Ah, it still hasn’t fully healed.”

Seeing her like this, it was clear the injury hadn’t healed at all—it seemed like she had been hit just yesterday.

Leon immediately helped her up and guided her to a nearby chair, giving her a moment to rest.

“You’ve been enduring the pain all this time because the girls were around, haven’t you?” he asked as he began examining her injury.

“Mm…”

He lifted Rosvisser’s shirt slightly, his fingers brushing against her warm, soft skin—so smooth and delicate.

But there were also several scars.

It seemed these six months had been difficult for her as well.

Leon’s brow furrowed as he gently pressed on her ribs, asking her if it hurt.

Rosvisser held onto her shirt and quietly said, “It’s fine. With a dragon’s healing abilities, these kinds of injuries will heal on their own in a few days.”

“But it still hurts, doesn’t it?” Leon replied, lowering her shirt. “I’ll go get some painkillers from Shirley later.”

Rosvisser didn’t argue, nodding in agreement. “Alright. Then… should we head back to our room?”

“Yeah.”

Rosvisser pressed a hand to her ribs and slowly stood up.

Just as she was about to take a step, she noticed that Leon was still sitting in his chair.

“Are you not full yet?” Rosvisser asked.

“It’s not that…” Leon muttered, rubbing his thigh, a pained expression crossing his face.

Rosvisser noticed his discomfort and asked with concern, “Are your legs hurt?”

Leon shook his head. “Looks like that fight earlier was my limit… After storing up so much magic and opening the Nine Gates of Hell, finishing off those Dragon Kings took everything I had. Even walking feels like a challenge now.”

Normally, facing four Dragon Kings would’ve been a tough battle for Leon.

And though the recent fight made it seem like he had defeated them effortlessly, the truth was that his rapid depletion of magic, combined with the side effects of the Nine Gates of Hell, were now catching up with him.

Rosvisser was momentarily stunned, then shook her head with a bitter smile. She walked over to Leon and helped him to his feet. “I get it. You didn’t want the girls to worry, so you’ve been hiding your pain this whole time.”

Leon smiled weakly, allowing her to help him up.

With their arms around each other’s shoulders and their hands on each other’s waists, they slowly made their way out of the dining room and down the hall.

“But if I had more magic, I wouldn’t be struggling just to walk right now,” Leon said. “But it seems like the dragon mark has reached its storage limit. When I try to gather more magic, the mark stops absorbing it, and all the extra energy gets taken by that mysterious ‘thing’ inside me.”

Rosvisser’s expression changed slightly, and she pursed her lips. “I might… have a way for you to store more magic.”

Leon glanced at her. “What way?”

The queen gave him a mischievous smile. “Do you really want to know?”

Seeing her sly smile, Leon felt a bit uneasy.

He swallowed nervously and asked, his voice trembling, “It’s not some weird method, is it…?”

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s not weird at all~” Rosvisser reassured him. “Once I’m healed, we can give it a try.”

“Oh… Wait, hold on. Why did you say ‘we’ instead of ‘I’?!?”