Vol. 3 Ch. 93

After checking in, the two headed upstairs and located their assigned room according to the number on the keycard.

Before opening the door, both felt a touch of nervous anticipation.

Although they’d convinced each other with their seamless and flawless acting that they were “forced” to share a room out of sheer necessity, they hadn’t had time to discuss what kind of room the receptionist would actually give them.

So…

Would it be an over-the-top S&M suite filled with props, or a cozy, romantic room with a rose-covered waterbed?

*Click.*

The key slid into the lock, turned gently, and the door opened.

With a mix of tension and excitement, they stepped inside.

What greeted them was a simple, tidy room with a large, round bed draped in a thin canopy, filled with a pleasant lavender fragrance.

No strange props, no bathtubs filled with rose petals.

Seeing this, Leon and Rosvisser both sighed in relief.

Thank goodness, it looked like tonight would be a peaceful night.

After all, they’d been “married” for five years, and flashy stuff like that didn’t suit “an old married couple” like them—

The same “old married couple” who regularly engaged in rounds of “prisoner,” “teacher,” or “bunny waitress” roleplay thought this.

However, after the initial sigh of relief, a slight disappointment crept into their hearts. The craving for the forbidden and thrilling… truly a basic instinct for any creature.

Leon stepped into the room and pulled the curtains closed, shutting out the moonlight and city noise.

The lighting in the room was a warm amber, soft and relaxing.

Rosvisser opened the frosted glass bathroom door and peeked inside.

Satisfied with the setup, she asked from the doorway, “Are you going first, or should I?”

“Ladies first.”

The queen raised an eyebrow. “Oh, playing the gentleman now?”

Leon rubbed his nose, thumping his chest proudly with a thumbs-up. “Of course. Didn’t you see me at the front desk just now? I was being a complete gentleman, not trying to take advantage of you by insisting on two rooms. But alas, only one room was left. Sigh~”

Rosvisser snorted, thinking, *The nerve of this guy, putting on such a show.*

*If I weren’t smart and considerate, you’d never even have a chance of sharing a hotel room with me.*

“Oh yes, such a pity the hotel didn’t let you flaunt your gentlemanly spirit,” she replied in a faux regretful tone.

Leon smirked, thinking, *Little dragon, so easy to fool. Just a little act and I’ve got you right where I want you.*

They continued their banter, each not giving an inch in their performance.

After a few more exchanges, Rosvisser finally released her grip on the bathroom door.

“You go first. I need to review the points from today’s meeting.”

Leon nodded. “Alright.”

With that, he went into the bathroom.

Once she heard the sound of running water, Rosvisser moved to the wardrobe and pulled out a white bathrobe, slipping it on.

Removing her dress and heels, she immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

She then sat down at the wooden desk, grabbed a pen and some paper, and began recalling the details from her private meeting earlier that day.

It was a habit of hers as a workaholic. No matter how good her memory was, she preferred writing things down.

As they say, *even the faintest ink is better than the best memory.*

About half an hour later, the sound of water stopped.

Leon emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled, inverted triangle torso still glistening with droplets that slowly trickled down his muscles.

Rosvisser gave him a casual glance before looking away;

then another glance before looking away again;

then, yet again, sneaking another glance and quickly averting her eyes;

and once more—

“If you want to look, just look. Sneaking peeks like a thief is just silly,” Leon said, drying his hair with a towel, fully confident in showing off his physique in front of Her Majesty.

Rosvisser’s cheeks reddened. “Who’s looking? I’ve seen it more times than I can count—I’m not interested.”

With that, she quickly stood up, her head low, eyes downcast, and shuffled hurriedly to the bathroom.

Leon smiled softly, opting not to tease her further.

He moved over to the bed and noticed a few magazines and books on the nearby shelf.

He picked one up at random and flipped through it. Mostly celebrity gossip and romance novels—not exactly must-read material.

In fact, there was probably no gossip in this world more sensational than the tale of Leon and Rosvisser’s legendary human-dragon romance;

As for romance novels…

Leon read a few pages, smacking his lips as he mentally compared it to his and Rosvisser’s everyday life, then concluded,

“This isn’t even close to sweet!”

Nothing could beat the drama between him and his dragon queen.

Setting the book back, his gaze shifted to the nightstand.

Besides a few complimentary hotel beverages, there were… some unfamiliar items.

Leon picked up a small brown bottle and shook it. From the sound, it seemed to be some kind of liquid.

He turned the bottle around and found the product description.

“Silky Smooth, Never Greasy. Durex Ultra Smooth Edition.”

He read it out loud, and noticed a line in the fine print,

“Note: edible.”

“Ed… edible?”

*Oh!*

After a moment’s pause, Leon realized what it was for.

Even though they’d been married five years, they didn’t stay in hotels often, so he hadn’t realized that this sort of thing was a staple in every hotel room.

Just then, Rosvisser finished her shower.

The glass door opened, and a smooth, slender leg slowly stepped out, a small, delicate foot landing on the carpet. Her skin was so soft that the water droplets slid right off her calf, unable to cling to her.

Her silver hair clung to her cheeks and shoulders, and with her makeup removed, Her Majesty’s face was flawless and breathtakingly beautiful.

Her long eyelashes were still damp, fluttering as she blinked, giving her an adorable, almost innocent look.

Her bathrobe was loosely tied, exposing her swan-like neck, her collarbone, and a tantalizing hint of cleavage.

And there, etched in silver-white scales, was her dragon mark.

Leon gave her a casual glance before looking away;

then another glance before looking away again;

then, yet again, sneaking another glance and quickly averting his eyes;

and once more—

“If you want to look, just look. Don’t act like a thief,” Rosvisser repeated his words from half an hour earlier, throwing them back at him verbatim.

Leon pouted, “Who’s acting like a thief? I’m just… appreciating, okay?”

Rosvisser raised a brow, gracefully settling beside him on the bed.

“So you gentlemen call it ‘appreciation’ when you keep sneaking glances?”

“Correction, looking at my own wife isn’t sneaking glances.”

“Correction—it’s a *fake* wife.”

“A fake wife is still a wife.”

“Hmph,” she chuckled softly, covering her mouth. “Whatever you say.”

As she finished speaking, she noticed the item in his hand and asked, “What’s that?”

“Uh… a couple’s heat enhancer?”

“A couple’s… heat enhancer?”

Rosvisser took it, glancing over the label herself, quickly realizing its purpose.

“Ah, yes… quite the warming tool, indeed.”

While they did have a variety of “homework” routines, they rarely used such items.

“What else is there?” she asked.

With newfound interest, they began examining the other “couple’s accessories.”

“Experience the thrill of breathlessness, like a python coiling tight—Durex Restraint Collar, giving your partner a new thrill.”

“This one! Durex Dragon Mint—‘Straight to the heavens, unlike anything else!’”

Leon blinked. “Dragon Mint? What’s that?”

“Ever heard of catnip?”

“Of course. Cats get all snuggly after they sniff it.”

“Well, Dragon Mint has a similar effect on dragons in a relaxed state.”

Leon’s mischievous side stirred as he shook the Dragon Mint bottle. “So, how about we try—”

“Declined,” Rosvisser immediately made an “X” with her hands.

No way was she going to let herself turn into some soft little pet around Leon.

She was a queen! A proud dragon!

“Let’s see the rest,” she said, gesturing toward the other products.

Leon picked up another one.

“Durex Ultra Stamina Kit: Endless power, infinite energy—effect comparable to… Dragon Force?!”

“This is perfect!” Rosvisser’s eyes lit up. “Leon, your stamina has been slipping; this suits you perfectly!”

Leon shot her a look. “What do you mean, slipping? Every time we finish our ‘homework,’ it’s till dawn! And besides—”

“And besides?”

“I can train Dragon Force myself; no need for this stuff.”

He placed the stamina kit back.

Rosvisser chuckled.

With “till dawn” on her mind, she glanced at the wall clock, noticing it was nearly midnight.

“Let’s go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

“Oh.”

As they moved, they both noticed the sofa across from the bed.

It was just the right size for an adult to sleep on.

By all accounts, “gentlemanly” General Leon should’ve volunteered to take the sofa;

And Her Majesty, who wasn’t one to be close to men

, should’ve commanded her “captive” to sleep on it.

But!

The next second, they both completely ignored the sofa as if it didn’t exist.

What sofa?

There’s only one bed in this room!

*Sigh,* once again “forced” to share the bed with their fake wife/husband.

They climbed into bed, pulling the covers up, lying back-to-back.

A good stretch of empty space separated them.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

Ten minutes later.

“Leon.”

“Yes?”

“My back’s itchy… can you… take a look?”

They didn’t actually need an excuse for “homework”; some couples just enjoy the thrill of finding one.