Chapter 12: A Lineage of Dragon Tattoos, Too Lazy to Listen to Reason
Leon lay on the bed, staring blankly at the hotel ceiling.
Ten minutes ago, he was no longer the strongest dragon slayer, no longer Rosvitha’s fake husband, and no longer Noia Muen and Little Light’s father.
He was now an honorable—drowner.
When Rosvitha mentioned she had bought a new swimsuit, Leon could still manage to keep his composure.
It’s just clothing, something external; how much could it really trigger his XP?
Couldn’t he just resist looking?
A man who can’t suppress his XP isn’t a good man.
But life always has a way of going contrary to one’s wishes.
The swimsuit was just a pretext for Rosvitha to teach him a lesson. The real killer move was always the dragon tattoo on their chests.
Just as Leon felt the reaction of the dragon tattoo, while his mind was still clear, he quickly shouted at the mother dragon in pain,
“Melkvi! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you’ve tattooed your dragon mark on me?!”
Rosvitha (pointing her finger): “Of course, Leon, remember, if you have a dragon mark for a day, you have it for a lifetime.”
“You are completely unreasonable!”
“I’m too lazy to reason with you. You don’t deserve to listen.”
With that said, the queen went to the bathroom, saying she was going to change into the swimsuit she had secretly bought.
Before going in, she instructed Leon to pretend to be a drowning victim lying on the bed, waiting for her as the brave lifeguard to come to his rescue.
Well, role-playing has shifted from teacher, nurse to beach lifeguard. It seems that all professions in this world have become part of the couple’s play.
The dragon tattoo on his chest shimmered with a faint light, Leon felt hot all over, his breathing slightly heavy, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.
Every pore on his body seemed to emit heat, and every inch of his skin was unbearably hot.
Fortunately, they were at a seaside hotel, and the cool sea breeze flowed into the room, brushing over his forehead, providing him with some relief.
But having been locked in a battle of wits and courage with Rosvitha for so long, Leon knew deep down that any moment of clarity right now was a form of torture.
It was as if the only beam of light in the darkness was sinful. The faint clarity amidst confusion wouldn’t change anything; it would only become another form of torment.
If all reason was drowned out by the resonance of the dragon tattoo, and his body and mind were completely immersed in the task at hand, Leon wouldn’t mind it much, as his mind wouldn’t be able to think anyway.
But what he feared most was his current state. The slight remnants of reason and clarity would make him acutely aware of what he and Rosvitha were about to do.
S1 Season, General Leon had a sneaky early development, and with late-game godlike equipment, he pushed towards the mother dragon’s stronghold; but by the time S2 Season came around, the mother dragon had undergone an epic-level enhancement, and General Leon, having been overpowered last season, was now weakened, and no longer a match for Rosvitha.
It was possible to turn the tables, but… it was difficult.
The sound of water suddenly stopped in the bathroom.
The sound of the door opening interrupted Leon’s wandering thoughts, and he sat up slightly, looking towards the bathroom door.
There stood the silver-haired beauty wrapped in a bathrobe, drying her wet hair as she walked towards the bed.
She walked barefoot on the floor, leaving behind shallow footprints with each step, like watermarks on the ground.
Under the bathrobe, her legs were round and smooth, with a faint mist rising from them.
Her skin was fair and smooth, not even a drop of water could linger on it.
The droplets slid from her forehead, down her cheeks, across her jawline, then along her slender swan-like neck, finally disappearing into the soft cleavage on her chest.
The neckline of the bathrobe was low, revealing a corner of the dragon tattoo and a hint of whiteness that seemed to be deliberately concealed.
A mother dragon emerging from the bath was nothing new to Leon. After all, they had been living together for so long, and he often saw Rosvitha just after she finished bathing.
So… what about the new swimsuit?
Bring it out!
Could it be just a bluff?
Leon lay back and said faintly, “Your so-called new swimsuit isn’t this bathrobe, is it? Huh, you’re underestimating me too much.”
As the words fell, the bed beneath him sank slightly.
He knew someone was approaching.
Rosvitha knelt beside Leon, still wearing her bathrobe, with a smile on her face. She looked at her ‘drowning’ husband and asked casually, “You seem quite eager to see my new swimsuit. If you want to see it, just ask. You’re my husband, I’ll definitely satisfy you.”
“No, I’m not your husband.”
The queen tilted her head, slightly displeased.
This arrogant man is becoming more and more ungrateful. I call you my husband to give you face, and you still act like this?
“So what are you then?” Rosvitha’s tone became a bit colder.
The atmosphere, which had just begun to become more intimate, suddenly became awkward.
“I’m just a poor drowning victim, aren’t I? Isn’t that what you said just now?” Leon innocently replied.
“Oh… right, my mistake,” Rosvitha admitted.
She raised her hand and pulled her long hair back into a simple ponytail. “I didn’t expect you to get into character so quickly. Alright, here we go.”
Leon shrugged and closed his eyes. But as soon as he did, he was startled by a scream from the mother dragon.
“Ah!!”
Leon jumped, his heart already racing, now even faster.
“There’s a poor drowning victim here! He’s passed out, he seems to need my help!”
Why did this mother dragon always go overboard when it came to role-playing?
Professional actors really get into character quickly and deeply.
As Leon was lost in thought, he heard a crisp “ripping” sound.
His shirt was torn open by Rosvitha from the neckline.
Mother dragon! That was expensive!!
But since you bought it, you can do whatever you want.
“The first step is to check if there’s any foreign objects in the drowning victim’s mouth and nose.”
Hmm, that sounds about right, Leon thought to himself.
However, Leon underestimated the Silver Dragon Queen’s proficiency and talent in role-playing.
She gently pinched Leon’s nose with one hand, and slowly pried open his mouth with the other, muttering, “It seems like just this isn’t clear enough. Let me conduct a more detailed examination~”
More detailed examination?
How much more detailed can you get? Are you going to bring out a magnifying glass?
While he struggled to maintain his composure, his lips were suddenly enveloped by a warm breath. Then, with Rosvitha’s breath came a soft, slippery sensation, as if a clever and agile little fish had slipped into his mouth.
This sudden deep kiss left Leon unable to react at all.
And this kiss was different from usual.
What he could feel was no longer the mutual, passionate response as usual, but a one-sided, passionate exploration.
Rosvitha’s lips gently grazed his teeth, affectionately gliding over his mouth, soft and cautious as she explored, as if playing a silent melody.
Her movements were gentle and slow, as if testing Leon’s boundaries bit by bit.
But she also knew in her heart that they didn’t need to test each other at this point, given their level of understanding.
Leon was familiar with her body, and she knew his level of acceptance.
This elegant prelude was nothing but to add atmosphere to the upcoming main event.
The fragrance of her lips roamed freely over every inch of flesh inside his mouth.
After a while, her exploration ended. Rosvitha slowly withdrew her moist, silky lips, slowly raised her head, tidying the strands of hair scattered over her forehead, wiping away the smile at the corner of her mouth, like the final chapter of a love poem. She spoke softly, her voice melodious,
“Examination~ completed~”
Rosvitha extended her rosy fingertips, slowly trailing from Leon’s chin to his collarbone, then skimming over his chest, finally resting on his strong and powerful waist.
The smile in her silver eyes grew deeper, and she softly revealed the next step of her plan.
“Well then, dear, the next step is to drain the water~”
Her voice carried an unintentional hint of seduction and expectation.
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