Vol. 2 Ch. 94

Rosvisser’s soft body was tossed onto the large bed.

She squeezed her legs together, clutching her chest, wearing an expression of innocent vulnerability.

But the strap of her dress had silently slipped off, exposing her smooth, rosy shoulder, which seemed to glisten faintly in the sunlight.

“I know you’re in a hurry, but it’s still daytime. Can’t you wait until tonight?” Rosvisser said softly.

“You started it.”

“I was just teasing you. Why are you taking it so seriously?”

“I’m not mad. I just thought I’d tease you back.”

Leon pulled off his shirt, revealing his solid upper body.

Although Rosvisser was still playing the role of the “innocent maiden,” she couldn’t help but widen her eyes a little at the sight of his familiar, perfectly toned physique.

Last night, they had both been too physically and mentally exhausted from the ongoing battles to fully appreciate each other. They had simply collapsed into sleep.

But now, with the morning sun streaming through the window, there was time to admire this man’s perfect body...

*Hmm~*

She made a mental note: from now on, she’d make him serve her shirtless. After all, wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy a meal while admiring such a delicious view?

She thought this to herself but pretended ignorance, asking innocently, “Are you hot? Why are you taking off your clothes?”

“I’m not hot now, but things are about to heat up.”

“Well, then—”

Before she could finish, Leon pressed down on her, his movements practiced and familiar—clearly the actions of a long-time couple.

Rosvisser responded immediately, eager to meet him halfway. After all, after a little playful teasing, it was time to get serious. This didn’t interfere with her plan involving her feet.

But just as things were about to become more intimate, a sharp pain shot through her side.@@novelbin@@

“Ahh—wait, it hurts a little…”

Leon, despite being an eager husband, wasn’t one to let his impulses control him entirely. Knowing his wife wasn’t feeling well, he wouldn’t force things.

He paused, his hands gently resting on Rosvisser’s shoulders. After a brief hesitation, he whispered, “We can leave it for another day.”

Rosvisser, seeing the reluctance on his face, couldn’t help but smile.

This man… as stubborn as he could be, he still had a conscience. Despite how far things had progressed, he didn’t want to push her past her limits and worsen her injury.

But this was all part of Rosvisser’s plan.

As Leon was about to get up, she suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“If you really want to… I can be on top. That way, it won’t put pressure on my ribs.”

“You…?” Leon hesitated.

But then he thought about it and decided, “No, it’s better to wait until you’re fully healed. There’s no rush for this.”

*Tch.*

*I’ve already made the first move, and now you’re acting all shy? Where did that overbearing attitude of “I’ll take control” go, Leon?*

Rosvisser knew she couldn’t be too eager. If she pushed too hard, Leon might catch on that she had other intentions.

Leon sat on the edge of the bed, and Rosvisser slowly sat up, leaning in close. She rested her chin on his shoulder, pressing her warm body against his back.

Her delicate fingers traced the muscles of his arm as she whispered gently, “It’s okay. If you want it… you don’t have to hold back. Don’t underestimate my body. I am a dragon, after all~”

As she spoke, her hand slid from Leon’s arm to his chest, feeling his heartbeat steadily quicken under her warm touch.

Her soft, bell-like laughter echoed in his ear, her breath brushing against his skin.

“Look at you. Your heart’s racing so fast, yet you’re still holding back. Have you become distant from me after being apart for six months?”

Leon, unable to resist the dragon queen’s relentless coaxing, found himself caught in a battle of wills. After a brief internal struggle, he slowly lifted his hand and placed it over hers.

Rosvisser smiled knowingly. She leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his earlobe. “Come now, just like before. We both know each other so well, don’t we?”

Her long dress slipped away, her silver hair cascading down as her flawless body was revealed to him.

The intricate dragon markings that glowed softly on her smooth skin seemed to enhance her allure.

Leon’s hand rested on her slender waist, just enough to grip. She leaned forward, her breath brushing his face.

Her red lips teased his nose, as if savoring a delicate dish.

Rosvisser placed a gentle kiss on the center of his brow.

“You were right, Leon… It really is getting hotter.”

As they explored each other’s bodies, seeking out the memories of their shared past, every inch of skin, every quiet moan, every racing heartbeat felt familiar.

Seeing the growing desire in Leon’s eyes, Rosvisser smiled secretly.

*Hmm~*

Though she wanted to go all the way, her injured body simply couldn’t handle it. So...

“Leon… wait—hold on, it still hurts…”

Stopping now was completely different from stopping before things started.

Stopping at this point? That was practically torture.

Leon’s face showed a brief moment of embarrassment.

The dragon markings had already lit up, the dam of desire was already broken—how could he just stop here?

But Rosvisser was injured, and he couldn’t force her…

“What if… I help you in another way?” Rosvisser suggested.

Leon raised an eyebrow. “What way?”

Rosvisser lay her head on his chest and rubbed her foot along his calf. “With this.”

Leon’s heart skipped a beat.

At that moment, he understood.

So that’s what this was all about!

From their idle chat in the courtyard earlier, this dragon had been setting up her plan all along.

She intended to stop him right at the most crucial moment, leaving him trapped in a state of frustration before offering her “solution.”

And she really was injured, making a normal session impossible.

So, she used this as an excuse to get him to willingly agree to her alternative.

Leon fought against the dragon markings reacting within him, gritting his teeth. “You set me up again…”

Rosvisser giggled softly. “Oh my, you figured it out?”

With her chin resting on his chest and her fingers slowly tracing circles on his cheek, she continued teasing his leg with her foot.

“So, what will you do? Hold back? Or… accept my proposal?”

“You…!”

Leon turned his head away, refusing to answer.

But Rosvisser knew his silence meant consent.

“Hmph, you clearly want my help, but you just can’t bring yourself to say it, huh?”

Rosvisser was now thoroughly enjoying herself, reveling in exposing Leon’s thoughts. “Let me ask you this—do you like my feet?”

“No, I don’t!” Leon denied it.

“Really? Not at all?” Rosvisser laughed. “Well then, I guess I won’t help you. You can deal with it on your own.”

She started to get out of bed.

“Wait—”

Hearing him call out, Rosvisser turned back, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk. “Changed your mind?”

“…I like them, okay?”

Rosvisser wasn’t done yet. She continued her playful torment, asking, “Like what?”

Leon’s face was flushed, and his body was reaching its limit. He had no choice but to give in.

“Your feet…”

“Who’s feet?”

“Yours…”

“And who likes my feet?”

“I do…”

Rosvisser leaned back into him, whispering softly in his ear.

“Say it all together, Leon.”

“…I… I like your feet, Rosvisser.”

“Ha! Finally admitting to being a foot fetishist, huh? You perverted wolf~”

Leon glared at her, clearly irritated by her smug, teasing smile.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“I… am… not.”

Rosvisser, still kissing his nose, responded lazily like a victor.

“You just admitted you like my feet. And yet you still deny it? Hmm? Naughty boy~”

“Actually, Rosvisser, it’s not just your feet… I like every part of you.”

Rosvisser’s heart skipped a beat.

Damn it.

He turned the tables on me.