Vol. 3 Ch. 25

That evening, after arranging guest rooms for the little dragon girls, Isha led Leon and Rosvisser to another room.

As soon as the door opened, a soft, lingering fragrance wafted through the air.

Leon and Rosvisser stood at the entrance, taking in the room’s setup:

A wide, soft waterbed, a bathtub filled with rose petals but no drainage, and a cabinet that seemed stuffed with various "accessories."

It was like a replay of their last visit, a classic scene all over again.

"Sister... did you set this room up just like last time?" Rosvisser asked.

The first time she brought Leon to visit Isha, her dear sister had arranged a "special" room for them, with quite the spicy setup.

And it seemed that no sooner had the war ended, her sister was already eager to recreate it.

Next time, maybe I should bring a tent or something, Rosvisser thought to herself.

“Nope,” Isha replied.

“Then what’s this...?” Rosvisser asked, a bit puzzled.

“Since you left last time, I haven’t touched this room at all. Even during the most intense days of the war, I kept it exactly as it was.”

Isha crossed her arms, a sly smile spreading across her face. “From your reactions last time, it seemed like you really enjoyed the room’s amenities. So, I figured I’d keep it just the way it was.”

“...”

The couple exchanged a glance, and in each other’s eyes, they could see one word: speechless.

Though their relationship had improved a lot since their last visit, and they were definitely past the stage of only holding hands in bed, neither of them was quite ready for a waterbed—especially one accompanied by the collection of "toys" in the cabinet.

The whole room gave Leon and Rosvisser a clear feeling, perfectly summed up in two words:

Sensual tension.

The kind of tension that buzzed with anticipation, flirtation, and all the things that happen between men and women.

"Alright, then, I wish the two of you a wonderful evening. Good night~"

Before they knew it, Isha had slipped to the doorway, bidding them goodnight as she slowly closed the door.

Rosvisser opened her mouth to say something, but the sound of the door closing with a thud made her swallow her words.

Turning back toward the room, she saw that Leon was already at the edge of the waterbed.

He pressed down on the bed, causing it to ripple slightly. “Not bad, pretty much like last time.”

“Oh? It sounds like you remember last time quite well,” Rosvisser teased.

“Of course.”

Rosvisser was caught off guard. She hadn’t expected him to admit it so easily without any banter.

But, as it turned out, she hadn’t quite mastered predicting all of Leon’s next moves.

“What I remember best is you getting scared by a spider and jumping into my arms.”

Rosvisser: ...

Leon ignored the dragoness’s eye-roll and looked up at the ceiling above the waterbed.

There didn’t seem to be any little traps this time.

He remembered that when they’d left last time, Leon had “gotten revenge” by placing a toy spider near the door, just to spook Isha. Judging by the lack of small pranks this time, it seemed his plan had worked.

Not that he ever told Rosvisser about it.

Letting her think he was some sort of overprotective husband would’ve been a disaster.

Who was being protective? Certainly not me!

Satisfied that there were no tricks lying in wait, Leon turned his attention to the cabinet.

As soon as he opened the door, the scent of "adventure" practically hit him in the face.

Small whips, low-temperature candles, handcuffs, red ropes, some kind of ball...

“Your sister really knows her stuff...” Leon couldn’t help but remark. “It seems there’s even more here than last time.”

Rosvisser came over and glanced at the array of "toys." “She probably read some strange books again during this time.”

“Oh? You dragons have books dedicated to this kind of stuff?”

“What do you mean ‘you dragons’? Don’t humans have them too?”

“Ahaha, of course we do.”

Apparently, spicing things up was a universal experience, no matter the species.

“So, my dear wife,” Leon said, holding a whip in one hand and a candle in the other. “Which one would you prefer tonight: the whip or the candle?”

Rosvisser raised an eyebrow. “Prefer? Please, if anyone’s using these, it’ll be me using them on you.”

“Why’s that?” General Leon clearly objected.

“Because I’m the queen.”

“...so?”

“A queen with a whip, isn’t that perfectly normal?”

Leon’s mouth twisted into an exaggerated pout.

He threw the whip and the candle back into the cabinet, shutting the door. “Fine, no one gets to play.”@@novelbin@@

Rosvisser chuckled. “No play, then. It’s not like I need a whip to put you in your place.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you plan to use— Ow, damn it!”

Before he could finish, her long silver tail whipped across his backside.

With a teasing smile, Rosvisser tilted her head. “I’ll use your favorite... my tail, darling~”

Leon glared at her and grabbed her tail by its tip.

Rosvisser hadn’t expected that. The moment he grabbed her tail, her body softened, and she uncontrollably fell into his arms.

"Speaking of tails, little dragoness, why don’t you let me take a look at that Dragon Mark of yours?" Leon teased.

Rosvisser lightly pushed against his chest, but with her tail caught, she couldn’t muster much strength, making her resistance seem more like a playful squirm.

Her face flushed as she whispered, “Alright, enough... We’re at my sister’s house. Let’s wait until we’re back home.”

Though both were clearly tempted, they had enough sense to know not to get carried away at a family member’s place.

Even if Isha had set everything up for them, it was obvious she did it more for the fun of watching them squirm.

Leon released her tail obediently. “So, a bath and bed?”

“Mm.”

They headed to the bathroom, where, to their surprise, the bathtub wasn’t clogged this time—it could actually drain.

Though the rose petals floating in it still gave it a rather seductive vibe.

“Last time, you said you wanted to take a rose petal bath with me. Looks like your sister really knows you well—she got everything ready for us,” Leon said.

Rosvisser reached out, rolling up her sleeve, and gently swirled the water with her fingers, pushing the petals aside.

“The temperature’s just right. But if you want to bathe with me, there’s one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“When we get home, I’m using the whip.”

“...Keep dreaming.”

Leon waved her off and left the bathroom.

While the two of them had a lot of "variety" in their play, they usually only bathed together *after* certain activities.

The reason was simple—if they bathed together *before*... well, let’s just say things usually escalated quickly.

After he left, Rosvisser chuckled to herself and pulled the shower curtain closed, preparing to undress and start her bath.

However, before she could loosen the laces of her dress, she noticed ripples forming in the water, breaking the otherwise calm surface.

Her brows furrowed as she leaned in closer, watching the water carefully.

Sure enough, the ripples spread outward from the center, pushing the rose petals toward the edges of the tub.

“What’s going on...”

As soon as the words left her mouth, a loud explosion echoed from outside the Red Dragon Sanctuary.

The water in the bathtub trembled violently.

A second later, Leon burst into the bathroom, speaking quickly, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. What happened outside?”

Leon shook his head. “I’m not sure. Let’s check on the girls first.”

“Alright.”

The two hurried to their daughters' room.

The little dragon girls had been awakened by the sudden noise.

Noa held Moon in her arms, while Leon bent down to pick up Aurora.

“What happened, Dad?” Noa asked.

“I don’t know. But it’s probably nothing good.”

Leon walked over to the window and peered outside.

He saw a blinding pillar of fire rising from beyond the sanctuary walls.

And through the flames, a towering figure slowly emerged.

The crimson glow reflected in Leon’s eyes as he recognized the figure—more specifically, the head.

“Konstan...tin...”