Chapter 103: Dragon Mark, doubled!
“I want… I want to be with you… for a lifetime!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Roseweisse buried her face in Leon’s neck, as if hiding from someone.
She tightly curled her toes, even her tail tip raised, finally understanding the intense feeling of embarrassment Leon had experienced earlier during the speech.
It wasn’t until she heard Leon’s laughter that Roseweisse lifted her head, giving his chest a playful jab.
“Are you satisfied now?”
“I am.”
“You’d better enjoy this while it lasts, Leon, because tomorrow I won’t admit to any of it.”
Leon leisurely brushed her flushed, hot cheek, then slowly moved toward her neck, gently gripping it, and pulled her closer.
He gazed into her seductive, dreamy silver eyes and whispered, “Then let tomorrow come a little later, Melkovy.”
…
The vast hall of the sacred temple echoed with the soft, ambiguous whispers of indulgence.
A bottle of red wine had tipped over on the steps, and the wine flowed from its neck, trickling down step by step.
On the throne were two people entwined, inseparable.
Leon seemed to understand why Rosseweisse had designed the throne to be so spacious.
Not only was it spacious, but it could also accommodate two people, as well as withstand all sorts of… positions.
She wasn’t slacking off; She had figured something out.
“So, is this what you had in mind when you asked me to wait for you here tonight? Hmm?”
Rosseweisse, her eyes half-closed, wore a satisfied smile on her blushing face.
She rested her head on the throne’s armrest, feeling Leon’s force and rhythm. She softly replied,
“I told you… earlier… hmm~~ we… would eventually do this here—”
The alcohol had heightened her sensitivity, making it difficult for her to finish a sentence.
Rosseweisse slowly opened her eyes. Since her head was resting on the throne’s armrest, the entire hall of the temple was reflected upside down in her gaze.
The temple was vast, luxurious, and empty.
But her entanglement and descent with Leon seemed to fill the entire hall.
Her face was reflected in the tiles on the wall—silver hair disheveled, her gaze rippling—
The image of the high-and-mighty queen intertwined with a human on her throne was utterly loathsome.
Yet Rosseweisse greatly enjoyed this self-loathing.
She, who claimed to be a germaphobe, allowed Leon to kiss every inch of her body;
She, the workaholic, had meticulously crafted the throne just to better spend nights with her fake husband on it;
She, who prided herself on being cold-hearted and unattached, had fallen in love with a man she shouldn’t have loved.
In front of others, she was a cold and distant queen; in private, a wife indulging in the pleasures of the flesh.
She was immersed in the shame and loathing brought by this contrast, unable to extricate herself.
Once again, the man’s rough hand gripped her neck.
Rosseweisse smiled, “Try squeezing me harder, Leon.”
As soon as she spoke, she felt the grip on her neck tighten a bit more.
“I tried. How does it feel?” Leon’s voice was low and deep.
Rosseweisse held his wrist, her lips brushing softly over his fingers, “You’re rebelling against your queen, prisoner.”
“Am I? Your Majesty, I’ve got more ways to rebel if you’re up for it.”
“Go ahead… ah~ hmm… show me your skills.”
Rosseweisse had a bit of a masochistic streak.
Of course, just a little.
And Leon knew how to handle that “little bit” with precision.
He could satisfy her without truly hurting or humiliating her.
Between lovers, various games were normal; But no matter what kind of games, they were always based on mutual respect.
First and foremost, she was Leon’s wife, and only then was she his partner in these games.
Under Leon’s aggressive moves, the couple finished their first round of the night on the newly refurbished throne.
Rosseweisse’s delicate arm hung weakly from the throne’s armrest.
She smiled, exhausted, with her eyes closed, savoring the wonderful moment that had just passed.
Her hand unintentionally brushed against the cold tile floor, which made Rosseweisse sober up a little.
She raised her eyes to glance at Leon beside her, who was also resting.
Rosseweisse picked up her dress from the floor and casually slipped it on. Then, barefoot, she slowly walked down the steps beneath the throne.
Her neck was covered with kiss marks, and her tender back bore scattered red prints.
Her silver hair was loose, cascading down to her waist.
Seeing her put on her dress, Leon silently put his pants back on, leaving his upper body exposed.
In the cold and empty temple hall, the Silver Dragon Queen stood on the steps, her back facing the half-naked man on the throne.
“Leon.”
“Hmm?”
“Just promoting live births won’t truly make the Silver Dragons stronger.”
Rosseweisse said slowly, “As queen, I too must become stronger so I can better protect my people. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, I understand. So, what’s your plan?”
“Remember a few days ago, when you came back, and I told you that you needed to store more magic power?”
Leon nodded, “I remember. But didn’t you say your body hadn’t fully recovered, so you couldn’t use that method yet?”
Rosseweisse turned around, spreading her arms, “I’ve recovered now. It’s ready to go. Want to hear about it?”
“Alright, tell me.”
“This method isn’t complicated, and actually, you were my inspiration.”
Leon raised an eyebrow, “I was your inspiration?”
“Yes. When you realized your body couldn’t store magic power, you turned to use the dragon marks as storage organs, injecting magic into them to store it.”
Rosseweisse explained, “But the storage capacity of the dragon marks is limited. They only allow you to go full throttle for about ten minutes, right?”
“Yeah. Taking down those six Dragon Kings was already my limit, and that was with the Gate of the Nine Hells boosting me.”
Leon said, “Without the Gate, we probably would’ve been in real danger that day.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. What you’ve learned is your skill. As long as you win, that’s what matters.”
They should lock the door just in case.
When is the next chapter coming out for free?