Vol. 1 Ch. 87

When it came to cunning, the couple was actually evenly matched. It’s just that Rosvitha was usually better at taking the initiative, plus she was fighting on her home turf, which is why she often seized the initiative.

However, this “not lighting up” challenge was fair, it all depended on how the couple operated against each other.

Leon knew that Rosvitha’s current advantage lay in her fiery and sexy black lace swimsuit. So, as long as he could avoid looking at her as much as possible, he could effectively avoid the strong visual stimulation.

With this in mind, Leon pretended to relax, reclining back, exposing only his neck and head, and slightly closing his eyes, appearing relaxed and content.

Rosvitha glanced at Leon, knowing he was deliberately avoiding looking at her. But she couldn’t directly ask him to focus his gaze here; Leon would surely use this as leverage against her.

So… she could only resort to a classic move to deal with this guy.

“The fireworks are so beautiful, it’s a pity not to admire them,” Rosvitha said. “Since you’re too afraid to look at me, then just look at the fireworks.”

“Not brave enough to look at me?”

Excellent, perfect trigger keyword.

Leon sat up. “What do I have to be afraid of?”

Rosvitha chuckled. “Alright then, come a little closer and take a look. We can take a few more pictures together.”

Leon hesitated for a moment, swallowing nervously. “I… my back hurts, it’s not convenient to come over. I can see fine from here.”

“Okay, if you won’t come over, then I’ll come to you.”

“Hey, you don’t—”

Splash—

Before Leon could stop her, Rosvitha stood up from the hot spring. The black veil clung to her graceful figure, subtly revealing hints of her fair skin beneath, creating an alluring and enticing aura.

Water flowed slowly down her skin, conveniently concealing her chest and lower abdomen. This gave Leon a brief moment to catch his breath.

Her slender legs splashed through the spring water, making a splashing sound as she walked over to Leon and sat down beside him.

Their shoulders brushed against each other, and Rosvitha smirked as she lightly bumped into him. “Ready to admit defeat?”

Leon scratched his cheek and chuckled. “We’ve only just begun. There’s no reason to admit defeat.”

“Hmph, let’s see how long you can hold out.”

With the beauty so close, her fragrance enveloping him, Leon couldn’t tell if it was the scent of the surroundings or the scent emanating from Rosvitha herself.

Leon had no mind to appreciate the beautiful fireworks; all his thoughts were focused on how to counter Rosvitha.

Just then, he heard a cheerful singing voice from beside him,

“Twinkle, twinkle, shiny star~”

Leon turned his head to look, and Rosvitha happened to meet his gaze.

The beauty smiled knowingly and continued singing to Leon, “The dragon tattoo is like little stars~”

Leon rolled his eyes speechlessly. “I feel more like… I love taking baths, my body is so well.”

“Hmph.” Rosvitha also withdrew her gaze, hugging her knees and looking up at the night sky.

Leon, on the other hand, lowered his eyes, not daring to glance sideways, not even paying too much attention to what he could see out of the corner of his eye.

After all, she was so close that even the slightest movement of her breathing could cause their arms to lightly touch.

And it was precisely this downward gaze that gave Leon an idea. He slowly extended his hand into the water, then began to reach down slowly.

Rosvitha was currently leisurely enjoying the fireworks in the night sky, pointing at a burst of firelight. “Leon, look, doesn’t that firework look like my dragon tattoo—hey? Oh—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Rosvitha suddenly felt a sharp sensation at the tip of her tail. She looked down and saw Leon gently pinching her tail and lifting it up from the water.

Rosvitha lowered her eyes in exasperation. “Let go… of my… tail.”

“Come on, honey, on such a beautiful night like this, while we can’t hold hands to enjoy the scenery, can’t I at least hold your tail?”

He knew that Rosvitha’s tail was an extremely sensitive part of her body.

In the few times of deep interaction that Leon could remember, he always managed to make Rosvitha “submit” to him or feel more comfortable by gently touching and soothing her tail.

As expected, a blush quickly spread across Rosvitha’s face. She swallowed nervously, feeling the “tingling” sensation at the tip of her tail, and even entertained the idea of letting Leon pinch it a little tighter.

However, in the midst of the “not lighting up” challenge, Rosvitha couldn’t allow her tail to be controlled by Leon. She reached out to take back her tail.

But Leon reacted swiftly, directly pulling half of her tail out of the hot spring and placing it on his own body.

“Leon, you—ah~…”

The warm and broad palm glided over her tail, and the tip of her tail was gripped with just the right amount of pressure, sending a wonderful electric-like sensation coursing through it.

Rosvitha’s body softened, unconsciously squeezing her legs together.

Leon watched Rosvitha’s reaction, feeling secretly pleased. Just as he was about to continue, Rosvitha unexpectedly took hold of his hand.

“Holding hands while enjoying fireworks, what’s wrong with that, dear… husband?”

“…”

Rosvitha held Leon’s hand and gradually moved it away from her tail. The tingling sensation in her tail immediately subsided, and Rosvitha breathed a sigh of relief.

Leon stared blankly at their joined hands. He remembered the first time he held hands with Rosvitha, which was under Muen’s “matchmaking”; the second time was at Isabella’s house when Rosvitha was afraid of spiders, so he offered to hold her hand. And now… was it her turn to take the initiative?

Although the purpose was to move his hand away from her tail, Leon could clearly feel Rosvitha’s nervousness and… shyness when they held hands?

While Leon was lost in thought, Rosvitha quickly withdrew her tail and tucked it away.

Leon suddenly found his hand empty and sighed with regret after coming back to his senses.

Rosvitha breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, “My tail is feeling a bit uncomfortable today. I’ll let you touch it another day.”

Leon glanced at her but didn’t say anything.

Rosvitha turned her head back to the night sky.

For the moment, neither of the couple made any further moves.

But their hands, which had been clasped together just now, remained joined—

And seemed to be tightening slightly.

That’s how two competitive people were.

If one inadvertently applied a little more force, the other would perceive it as a challenge and respond with even greater force.

It was a vicious cycle until—

“Be gentle, you’re hurting me,” Rosvitha said.

“Oops.”

Although short, this “Oops” was filled with Leon’s pride and joy as the victor.

Both of them simultaneously relaxed their grip, returning to the warm and tender hand-holding they started with.

Rosvitha had expected that the somewhat innocent gesture of “holding hands” would stir some feelings in Leon, perhaps even causing his dragon tattoo to light up.

But unexpectedly, even as she herself started to feel a little ticklish from holding hands, the dragon tattoo on her chest remained unresponsive.

Rosvitha’s mind raced, realizing that she had to make a move on Leon before she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Oops!” Rosvitha suddenly exclaimed.

Leon instinctively wanted to turn his head to look, but fortunately, he managed to control himself in time. There were no spiders here, so there must be something fishy about that exclamation.

Leon wasn’t going to fall for it.

“My dragon tattoo lit up! Haha, you lose!” Rosvitha declared triumphantly.

Leon’s heart skipped a beat, and he straightened up, looking towards Rosvitha’s chest. However, there was no reaction from the dragon tattoo.

Instead, his gaze inadvertently lingered on the soft curves of Rosvitha’s chest.

Under the black veil, those proud and full curves seemed almost ready to burst out, with the corner of the dragon tattoo delving deeper into the “valley,” sparking the imagination.

“Like what you see?” Rosvitha teased.

“Like what I see—what are you talking about? I didn’t see anything!” Leon quickly turned his head away.@@novelbin@@

But that glance just now had certainly left him quite shaken.

Rosvitha’s chest was nothing short of perfect—well-rounded, with distinct contours, and just the right size.

Leon tightly shut his eyes, shook his head, trying to expel that shocking scene from his mind.

“It didn’t even light up, you tricked me!” he protested.

“Maybe it’ll light up if you keep looking,” Rosvitha said with a smirk.

“Shut up, you evil dragon! I’m not going to look at your dragon tattoo anymore!”

Splish, splash—

The sound of water grew louder as Rosvitha approached Leon’s side.

The soft touch gently pressed against his arm as she leaned in close to his ear, speaking in a warm, gentle voice, “Stop resisting, let it light up already, and let’s end this torturous challenge. It’s good for you, and… good for me too.”

After several rounds of teasing and scheming, it was now Rosvitha’s turn for her ambiguous seduction.

Leon had anticipated this moment.

“Is it good? Hmm?” She lifted her hand, resting it on Leon’s shoulder, her tone soft and alluring, making it hard not to waver.

Leon’s breath started to become heavy and rapid. He knew that if he didn’t do something soon, Rosvitha’s dragon tattoo would inevitably light up.

His brain raced.

Faced with Rosvitha’s seduction… What should he do?

What to do…

Ding—

Suddenly, Leon had an epiphany.

Since no matter how he defended himself, he couldn’t resist this mother dragon’s ambiguous advances, then…

As Leon turned around, he reached out and grabbed Rosvitha’s wrist. Rosvitha was slightly startled, before she could react, Leon gently lifted her chin with his other hand.

With their upper bodies tightly pressed together in the hot spring, the couple locked eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, as if the temperature had risen several degrees.

Rosvitha’s pupils trembled slightly.

Thump, thump — was that Leon’s heartbeat?

No.

That’s not it.

It was her own…

It was her own heartbeat!

Rosvitha bit her lip, her pride as the Silver Dragon Queen not allowing her to lose control of her desires.

Just a flutter of the heart… there’s nothing difficult to suppress!

“The feeling of restraint… isn’t it uncomfortable?” Leon whispered softly.

Rosvitha stared directly into his eyes, showing no signs of backing down. “You’re also trying hard to restrain yourself, don’t think I can’t see that.”

“Alright, then let’s see who can hold out until the end.”

“Do you think I’m afraid of you, Leon?”

However, things seemed to be unfolding in a direction they hadn’t anticipated—

The dragon tattoo on their chests began to flicker simultaneously!

And this flickering wasn’t continuous like usual; it was intermittent, like a faulty light bulb, flashing on and off.

Both of them felt a pang of panic.

“What’s going on…” Leon asked.

“I don’t know, Leon… I… I…”

After a brief moment of panic, they looked at each other again.

In their black and silver eyes, there was a wave of desire and love for each other.

The dragon tattoo were the switches of desire, and when the switch malfunctioned, desire would no longer be under control.

The night was deep, the fireworks were bright, and they couldn’t tell if the other had blushed or stirred with emotion. But one thing was certain: they both wanted… to kiss each other’s lips.

“Leon…”

“Rosvitha…”

She lifted her slender arms and embraced his sturdy back. Her cool and soft palm gently held the slender waist beneath the black veil, pulling her tightly into his arms.

As the final cluster of fireworks burst in the sky, Leon leaned in to kiss the Silver Dragon Queen in front of him.