Vol. 4 Ch. 34

Leon found himself glancing up at the clock on the wall. Given the location of the Silver Dragon’s Sanctuary, the sun would rise around 4 a.m., maybe closer to five. And now, having just finished dinner, it was only 8 p.m.

A long night lay ahead—until dawn. Somehow, contemplating this simple calculation made his head ache.

Swallowing hard, Leon shifted his gaze back to the captivating beauty draped in black silk on the bed.

Her upper body was wrapped in that enticing, dark fabric, but Leon could already imagine the enticing sight beneath the sheets.

Yet, the price of this view would mean an all-night battle for him, nine hours of continuous effort.

Reflecting on their initial encounter—an exchange of fiery glances, a rivalry that left them exhausted and silent for a full day—he realized that the defiance he once held toward Rosvisser, the "Black Silk Queen," had long faded.

For a dragon, after all, conviction was paramount.

And six years of marriage had smoothed his once-sharp edges—she had worn him down completely.

Now, he was faced with a difficult choice: leave the tantalizing vision before him or commit to an all-night struggle.

While Leon wavered, Rosvisser pulled a trump card, lifting an accessory from under the covers and placing it on her head.

"Bunny... bunny ears…"

Leon’s eye twitched at the sight.

He immediately recognized the accessory and became even more certain that the wonders hidden beneath the blanket would surpass his expectations.

“Oh, yes, bunny ears~”

Her soft voice accompanied her hand as she reached up to adjust the fuzzy ears, making them sway playfully atop her head. The sight was both adorable and tempting.

“You know, bunny ears are never worn alone. They’re usually… paired with a particular outfit, right?”

Her voice was a seductive whisper, as if the Devil himself were tempting him.

“Come on now, you’ve already guessed. Just say yes, darling.”

“It’s just a little all-nighter until the sunrise. I know that’s not difficult for you,” she coaxed, her fingertip tracing slowly along the back of Leon’s hand.

A soft, tingling sensation stirred, making its way straight to his heart.

No matter how he tried to restrain himself, the dragon tattoos on his chest and arm betrayed him, glowing faintly.

“I see it. They’re lighting up. Even if you deny it, I know what you’re really longing to do…”

With that, Rosvisser hooked a finger under his chin, drawing him close.

Looking into his dark eyes, where her reflection danced in his gaze, she parted her red lips, her voice a hypnotic spell.

“Tear me apart.”

“Come on, little lion, use your teeth and claws. Tear me to shreds.”

Leon froze.

This… she was just begging for it.

"Alright, alright, little troublemaker," he muttered. "Just know, General Leon isn’t one to go easy—not even on his beloved wife!"

With that declaration, Leon threw off the blanket.

But as the cover lifted, he was taken aback.

Beneath it, the scene was far from what he’d imagined.

Not only was it unexpected—it was almost… disappointing.

“A… a puffer jacket…”

There lay his queen, seductive in her black silk stockings, but her upper body was wrapped in a thick, winter coat.

It was autumn. Sure, temperatures dropped occasionally, but… no one needed to wear a coat in bed!

Seeing the mixture of frustration and bemusement on Leon’s face, Rosvisser smiled.

“Do you like my mix-and-match style, darling?”

“…You’re asking for trouble.”

“Well, if trouble isn’t coming my way yet—”

Rosvisser slowly sat up, fingers deftly unbuttoning her jacket.

With each button, more of her fair skin was revealed, smooth and tantalizing, with dragon tattoos shimmering in violet light across her chest.

“Then let me bring out… the rabbit.”

She slipped off the jacket, unveiling a tight, seductive bunny suit that hugged her curves.

A long silver tail emerged gracefully from her back, coiling around Leon’s waist, pulling him onto the bed.

Before he could react, she leaned him back.

“I told you there’d be something you wanted to see tonight. How could I ever lie to you?”

“...Troublemaker.”

She chuckled, brushing her finger along the rugged lines of his face. His defined, weathered features, honed from years of battle, made her heart race.

“Go on, my lion. Do whatever you like… however you like.”

Rosvisser wrapped her arms around his neck, their noses nearly touching, their breaths mingling.

“I only have one condition, which you already know… Don’t stop until sunrise.”

Gazing deeply into her eyes, Leon nodded silently, his broad hands lifting to cradle her delicate waist.

That waist, just the perfect fit for his hands, was a source of strength and support.

The glow of their dragon tattoos intensified.

They kissed deeply in the cool autumn night, their heated skin brushing, the faint rustle of fabric filling the silence.

As his rough hands slid along her soft skin, the sensation was intoxicating.

This night had been a long time coming. They’d been weighed down by their duties, leaving little room for indulgence. Their recent encounters, though passionate, had been rushed.

But now, with the burdens lifted and peace, however brief, finally within reach, she wanted nothing more than to share this long-awaited love until dawn.

“Mmm…”

A gentle dragon’s purr escaped her as waves of pleasure rippled through her, her silver eyes clouded with desire.

She clung to him, feeling his powerful movements, just as he seemed to fulfill her earlier command—determined to tear her apart.

His strength was nearly overwhelming, even for her dragon body.

But Rosvisser, still smiling, wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Not enough… Leon… Is that all you’ve got? Hmm? Tear me to pieces!”

Her challenge was met with a renewed surge of intensity, each movement deeper and more intense.

Her body sank into the soft bed, held, pressed, moving in rhythm with his.

Every inch, every brush, she savored it, her body craving, absorbing each touch.

Her silver eyes rolled back as her awareness began to fade, flushed cheeks resembling the evening sky, punctuated by her soft dragon murmurs.

The addition of the bunny suit tonight had given Leon an unexpected “attack boost,” provoking the lion within him.

This, in turn, left her utterly defenseless.

But that was exactly what she wanted.

To be conquered by the strongest man.

In her hazy thoughts, she vaguely heard Leon’s voice.

“Hmm? What’s wrong…”

“Say my name.”

Her mind, fogged by lack of oxygen, couldn’t quite process.

“What… what do you mean?”

“I want you to say my name when you reach your peak.”

His command was as cold as a king’s decree, as he continued to relish the softness beneath him.

“Leon…”

A wave of desire swept over her, eroding her last scraps of reason.

“Leon, Leon…”

The dam was breaking, the tide overwhelming.

“Leon… Leon! Leon!”

With a final, breathless cry, the floodgates burst, impossible to contain.