Chapter 13: Brand New Play!
Draining, that is, removing the water accumulated in the stomach of a drowning person.
When Leon was “rescuing” Rosvitha on the beach just now, he also followed this first aid procedure step by step.
But it’s strange.
Clearly a very ordinary first aid term, why did it sound different coming from Rosvitha’s mouth?
Leon couldn’t help but recall the night of their first teacher play.
Before that night, he always thought handing in homework was just… handing in homework.
Who would have thought it would later become this unique secret code between him and the Dragon Queen.
But after tonight, Leon might never be able to look at the word ‘draining’ the same way again.
Rosvitha’s palm gently covered his abdomen, as if conducting a routine check.
However, hidden within this gentle gesture was the queen’s love and pity for this poor drowning person. Her fingertips gently brushed Leon’s abdominal muscles, exploring the mysteries of this resolute body with delicate movements.
The waist is the core of a man’s strength.
Leon’s waist is like a deadly weapon.
In countless battles, the Silver Dragon Queen has been conquered by the astonishing power of that waist.
And tonight, she can once again savor that feeling.
With this in mind, Rosvitha’s fingertips continued to tease Leon.
Unfortunately, such low-level tricks could no longer shake General Leon even the slightest bit.
“Mother Dragon, if this is your first aid method, I might as well just faint.”
Seeing Leon unmoved, Rosvitha did not urge or rush to activate the dragon tattoo.
After all, the role of the dragon tattoo is just icing on the cake.
If she can make this upright dragon slayer willingly indulge in her teasing, that would be the true victory and conquest for Rosvitha.
She then used the back of her hand to lightly stroke Leon’s waist, a smile playing on her lips.
“Still no response, it seems I need to try harder. Oh, before that, let’s take off your jacket, or it might interfere with the emergency measures later.”
Upon hearing this, Leon quietly opened his eyes just a crack.
What?
Peeking?
No no no!
How could it be called peeking between an old married couple?
This is appreciation.
Appreciating the beautiful body of my wife, who is over two hundred years old, and her new swimsuit.
The silver-haired beauty slowly stretched out the knots on her abdomen, the robe slipping from her delicate shoulders and finally piling at her waist.
Her graceful upper body was suddenly exposed to the slightly cool air.
Leon remembered, this black ‘minimalist’ style swimsuit was the first one he and Rosvitha saw in the shop.
It’s the kind that even if you don’t wear it, it still makes people blush when they see it.
And now, it’s not only worn, but worn by a woman with a top-notch figure.
The softness about to burst out made the dragon tattoo on her chest lose its original shape.
Under the black haze, there was a faintly visible deadly temptation.
After completely untangling the robe, she casually tossed it aside.
That black swimsuit showcased a unique charm on her perfect figure, every black strap, every piece of fabric outlining her impressive curves.
Rosvitha gracefully leaned to the side, like a silver dragon spreading its wings in the wind, giving this simple swimsuit infinite vitality.
If General Leon’s resolve weren’t firm, he would probably have already succumbed.
Who cares about lifeguard play anymore?
But… though the process was slow, it was worth savoring.
“Mother Dragon,” Leon’s voice finally cracked the ice, soft and deep. “I think what I need now is a deep breath.”
Rosvitha chuckled lightly in response, the sound filling the room, elfin and melodious.
She leaned forward, hands resting on either side of Leon’s solid chest, looking down at the only man brave enough to challenge her and make her heart race.
“Yes, dear, drowning victims do need deep breaths.” Rosvitha’s voice was like a lighthouse in the mist, soft yet irresistible.
Leon closed his eyes.
The Silver Dragon Queen before him was as mysterious and captivating as the sea.
She pressed down on Leon’s abdomen, her movements completely unrelated to ‘first aid.’
Oh well, it’s just a part of the couple’s fun, anyway.
Just like when they were doing teacher play, Rosvitha didn’t teach Leon anything useful.
Leon was still trying his best to play the role of an unconscious drowning victim.
“Come on, wake up, poor drowning victim, I’m so worried about you~”
The old actor got into character quickly, but the acting skills could use some improvement, Leon silently evaluated.
As Rosvitha pressed on his waist and abdomen, she leaned down, her warm breath gently brushing against Leon’s cheek.
Her intoxicating scent mixed with expensive perfume, invading his nostrils.
The fragrance was irresistible, intoxicating.
The dragon tattoo on her chest pressed against him, rubbing against him, emitting faint purple light.
The diligent ‘lifeguard’ finally saw some response from the ‘drowning victim.’
She was overjoyed and continued her resuscitation efforts with even more vigor.
The effect of the swimsuit gradually became evident.
Leon hated himself for being curious enough to sneak a peek just now.
Even with his eyes closed now, scenes of Rosvitha wearing that sizzling swimsuit would involuntarily flash through his mind.
The usual conservatism juxtaposed with the current allure created a strong contrast.
And contrast, well, it’s the most potent aphrodisiac.
As the glow of the dragon tattoo grew brighter, desires in his heart began to surface.
Rosvitha’s raindrop-like ‘rescue’ presses blurred the boundaries of his will.
And the slippery airflow seemed to accelerate the “tides” within him. Under her warm breath, his self-control began to crumble like a sandcastle.
Leon’s heartbeat quickened with Rosvitha’s movements.
Rosvitha silently invited, her movements like the tide, neither fast nor slow, but irresistibly surging. Each of her breaths seemed to tell him a secret known only to them.
The atmosphere between them gradually grew fiery, like the warm currents in the nearby sea, quietly changing the surrounding temperature.
The queen pressed close to her captive, as if using her breath to awaken the fiery currents within him. Their lips met, sharing the language of their desires in wordless communication.
In their entanglement, Rosvitha’s movements became more familiar, as if carefully guiding Leon to feel those warm currents, reaching the harbor deep within his heart. In the comfortable room of this seaside hotel, they immersed themselves in their own time, with no beginning and no end.
Then, a soft sigh symbolized the high tide of the night by the sea.
Finally, after a thrilling rescue, the poor drowning victim finally expelled the water from his body.
Their emotional blending reached a harmonious climax.
At this moment, both of them once again deeply understood that what they had experienced together was not just a moment of indulgent play, but a profound connection of heart to heart.
Rosvitha leaned wearily against Leon’s shoulder, gently nuzzling his reddened ear with her nose.
“Success, poor drowning victim, I’ve helped you drain all the water from your belly.”
Beautiful.
Leon would never be able to look at the profession of a lifeguard the same way again.
