Vol. 1 Ch. 75

After several hours of flight, the family of four returned to the Silver Dragon Temple.

Noia and Muen were somewhat tired, so they went back to their sisters’ room to rest as soon as they landed.

The couple didn’t have much communication—

Actually, they didn’t know what to talk about. After all, they had exchanged too “intimately” last night, to the point where even meeting each other now felt awkward.

Standing at the door of their respective rooms, their hands were both on the doorknob.

But both of them unconsciously slowed down their movements.

It seemed like they were both waiting for the other to say something.

Pressing their hands slowly downwards, the lock mechanism inside the door clicked—

“Um…” Leon spoke first.

“Yes?” Rosvitha looked sideways.

“Could you give me a live performance…”

Rosvitha frowned, the expectation that had just ignited in her eyes turning into a kind of uneasy anticipation.

“What performance?” she asked.

Leon opened the door, “I love to bathe and take care of my body, scrubbing my tail and blowing bubbles!”

Damn dog-man!

A surge of anger suddenly rose in Rosvitha’s heart.

She squinted, took a deep breath, “Leon, did we forget something?”

Leon was taken aback, his smile freezing on his face.

“The night we received the news about Noia’s fight, what were we supposed to do? Hm?”

Leon quietly pressed down the doorknob, ready to escape at any moment, “Ah… I forgot, what were we supposed to do? Eat dinner?”

“Dinner? Hmph, I’ll eat you.”

Smack—

Leon pushed the door open directly and was about to close it behind him when Rosvitha acted swiftly, slapping her hand directly onto the door panel.

Like the Grim Reaper, she slowly peeked her head out from the crack of the door, “You have ten minutes. Take a shower and come to my room. Tonight, Professor Melkvi will teach you properly. Don’t go around spreading other people’s dark history.”

Smack—

Rosvitha put some force into it and closed the door.

Leon stood in the hallway, dazed for a moment, before slapping himself in the face.

“Why is this mouth so damn reckless!”

But doesn’t this precisely prove that the sword of dark history can indeed easily break through the defenses of that mother dragon?

Even though the price she paid for breaking through was to grab Leon and give him a good beating;

But at least she broke through, didn’t she?

That’s what Leon wanted.

As for his own body, let it break if it must.

How can the business of slaying dragons be without sacrifice, without effort?

Holding back the Silver Dragon Queen, it’s our duty!

Ten minutes later.

“P-please, not too harsh… I know I was wrong.”

Rosvitha took out the small whip from before, sitting on Leon’s abdomen.

After many days, the familiar sense of control returned.

Well, playing on the bed at home was still comfortable!

“Student Leon.” Rosvitha got into character.

Leon closed his eyes, reluctantly but still cooperating, “Yes.”

“You got a zero on this exam again.”

Rosvitha’s voice was cold, lofty.

“Um…”

“You fell asleep during the exam again, didn’t you?”

“You’re quite the actor, Mother Dragon—”

“Insolent!”

Smack—

The small whip landed on Leon’s chest with a snap, quick enough that he couldn’t react in time. Though the sound was somewhat loud, both of them knew it wasn’t delivered with much force. After all, they weren’t playing the real alphabet game.

As long as it made Leon uncomfortable and embarrassed, Rosvitha’s goal was achieved.

“I’m your teacher, how dare you speak to me like that?”

Looking at her serious demeanor, Leon gradually realized that she wasn’t just getting too into character. She wanted to make him feel ashamed through this role-playing method.

At the same time, Rosvitha’s choice of role was quite clever.

Rosvitha was the teacher, and Leon was the disobedient student.

It perfectly corresponds to the “mistakes” Leon made during Rosvitha’s weak days.

Now, it was time to repay those mistakes.

“I’m sorry… Teacher, I will study hard in the future and not fall asleep during exams.”

Leon endured the bursting feeling of shame, his face red as he spoke with a determined tone.

“Hmph, that’s about right.”

Just as Leon was about to heave a sigh of relief, Rosvitha wouldn’t let him off so easily.

“Want to be dismissed, Mr. Leon?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Leon nodded vigorously.

“Alright then… have you finished your homework?”

Leon blinked, “What… homework?”

Smack—

“Ahh~~~ That really stings, Mother Dragon! It hurts!”

“You don’t even know what homework there is? And you dare to say you’ll study hard?”

Leon swallowed hard.

He realized that if he wanted to end tonight’s “game” as soon as possible, he had to fully cooperate with Rosvitha.

Leon pursed his lips and said, “Then, please, Teacher, could you repeat it for me? I’ll listen carefully.”

“Alright, since the teacher is reasonable.”

“Haha, Teacher, you’re really humorous.”

“But today, our homework isn’t written work, it’s…”

She discarded the small whip, bent down slightly, brushed aside her long hair in front of her chest, and the neckline drooped, revealing half of the delicate and dragon-patterned design.

“Make the teacher’s dragon tattoo glow.”

Rosvitha reached out, her fingertips spinning on Leon’s chest, “Mr. Leon, hurry up and finish your homework, faster.”

Translated into everyday language, Rosvitha was forcing Leon to take the initiative to do something with her. It was essentially the same thing in different words.@@novelbin@@

Leon gripped the bed sheets tightly, “Sorry, Teacher, I’m not very good at this homework.”

“Oh dear, I’ve taught this in class before, how could you still not know?”

Rosvitha held Leon’s hand and placed it on her waist.

The clear sensation of the beauty’s soft waist and abdomen came through.

Leon swallowed hard.

“Then let the teacher review it with you. Just like this… feel it slowly~~”

She leaned down, her warm breath gently spraying onto Leon’s face, and that delicate fragrance enveloped him, instantly engulfing Leon.

Silver strands of hair cascaded down, lightly tickling the tip of his nose, sending shivers down his spine. Leon struggled to control his instincts.

But alas, it was futile.

His opponent was a dragon mark.

Rosvitha’s face suddenly flushed, she glanced down, and the dragon mark on her chest shimmered brightly.

“Excellent, Leon, you’ve grasped the essentials so quickly.”

Leon turned his head away, avoiding the gaze of the mother dragon. “I-I’ve finished the assignment, is that all right?”

He knew full well that the end was still far off, but he couldn’t help but ask. What if the mother dragon granted him clemency?

“Of course not, it’s not over yet,” Rosvitha said, crushing his fantasies.

“It’s just a small after-school exercise, Leon still hasn’t handed in his homework,” the dragon mark resonated gradually.

Once again, Leon fell into the mother dragon’s hands — inexplicably feeling that winning had only one formula, while losing had countless ways.

Leon’s mouth grew dry, his body restless. His hand began to move restlessly up along Rosvitha’s waist.

Rosvitha tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes, savoring the exquisite sensation. “Leon, you’re not behaving…”

Leon started working on his homework. Gripping the pen, he scribbled fiercely in his workbook, the nib scratching against the smooth white paper, making a rustling sound.

Due to the fast pace of writing, there were inevitably some flaws and errors, so Rosvitha prepared enough correction fluid for him. With the cooperation of teacher and student, after more than an hour, Leon handed in his homework.

Rosvitha scraped off the correction fluid on her homework paper and let Leon inspect it carefully.

After confirming it was done, Leon said, “Teacher… can we have class dismissed now?”

“Hmm? No, we can’t.”

“Why not? I’ve already turned in my homework!”

“What you’ve turned in is only for one subject. There are still six more subjects to turn in.”

Leon: ?

“Teacher, you’re really a homework maniac.”

“Stop chatting, Leon, and get ready to pull an all-nighter for your homework!”

In the classroom, the lights were on, and the young students were diligently studying, scribbling away furiously. This was destined to be a tough night. Some fires were bound to ignite when the time came.

Playing a major role, though late, is still crucial.

(Big Sister: So the ambiguity in my house was also part of your play?)