Vol 7. Chapter 3: Limited-Time Skin Return

After dinner, Leon and Rosvisser returned to their room carrying various gift boxes.

It took over ten minutes to properly store all the gifts. Just as Leon was about to sit down and relax for a bit, he heard Rosvisser say,

"You—get out."

Leon looked around in slight confusion, confirming there was no one else in the room besides the two of them, and then pointed at his own nose.

"Get out? You mean me? I’m the one who has to leave?"

The queen nodded seriously. "Yes."

"Why?"

"I’m going to change."

Leon blinked, a little dumbfounded.

"I thought it was something serious—then go ahead and change, I’m not exactly... Look, we’ve been married over a decade. What part of you haven’t I seen?"

But Rosvisser insisted that he leave first.

"I’m going to count to three. If you don’t vanish from the bedroom immediately, not only will you lose this year’s birthday gift, you’ll also lose a peaceful, quiet night."

Leon took a sip of water.

He recalled that mysterious smile Rosvisser gave him earlier at dinner—and that honey-dripping “Husband~.” No matter how he thought about it, this gift couldn’t be anything ordinary.

He smacked his lips, stood up, patted his backside, and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Come in after ten minutes," Rosvisser called out from inside.

"Got it!"

Leon folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the door, his brow furrowing slightly as he muttered to himself.

"What on earth is that she-dragon «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» up to now... Changing clothes, changing clothes..."

He mumbled a bit more, then suddenly paused, realization dawning on his face.

"Wait... could it be... a limited-edition outfit is making a comeback tonight?!"

...

...

Ten minutes later, Leon knocked on the door.

"Can I come in now, Your Majesty the Queen?"

"You may."

Leon opened the door and stepped in.

The chandelier overhead had been turned off. Only the two bedside lamps remained lit.

The warm amber glow cast a faintly suggestive light. The silver-haired beauty was leaning back against the headboard, clad in a silk nightgown. The light outlined her curves in exquisite relief.

But General Leon was unmoved.

As he had said—what part of Rosvisser hadn’t he seen?

And besides, she was just wearing a home nightgown—no chest, no legs, no waist on display.

She reached behind her head and removed the pin from her hair. Her long silver locks instantly came undone, spilling down like a cloak behind her back.

Leon walked to the bedside and looked down, teasing,

"So now our married life’s cooled to the point that I have to evacuate just because you’re changing nightwear, huh, wife?"

Rosvisser lay on her side, resting her left hand against her cheek, her right hand loosely draped over her leg. Her elegant figure flowed like undulating mountains—horizontal it formed a ridge, from the side a peak.

She smiled gently and said softly,

"This isn’t just any ordinary nightgown."

"Mm, this is a nightgown worn by the Queen of the Silver Dragons."

"Take a closer look."

Leon raised an eyebrow and inspected again.

Perhaps... he really did notice something different—specifically, the waist tie of the gown.

Normally, whether attached or added, a robe’s belt was tied casually, just enough to keep the front closed.

But the tie on Rosvisser’s robe was knotted into a—

A bow?

And not just any bow—

Leon turned to glance at the pile of gifts they had just put away. The bows on those gift boxes were identical to the one on her robe.

Yes, it was tied just like the ribbon on a gift box.

What was this she-dragon playing at now?

Another test for the general?

"Ah~ looks like you finally noticed."

Rosvisser sat up at the edge of the bed, parted her thighs slightly, and extended her lithe tail, wrapping it around Leon’s wrist and giving a gentle tug.

Leon was pulled right into the space between her legs.

He blinked once, then grinned knowingly.

"And what sort of styling is this, Your Majesty? Why are you wearing... black stockings under your robe?"

"Just unwrap the gift and find out for yourself."

Leon lifted his hand and gently stroked Rosvisser’s soft cheek.

"So, you’ve packaged yourself as a gift to me, haven’t you?"

"I’ve always belonged to you."

Rosvisser gave a proud humph and said haughtily,

"It’s just that all these years, we’ve always been fighting over who’s on top in bed."

"You want to control me, I want to lead you—regardless of how it ends up, I’ve always been quite satisfied with your performance."

"But tonight... since it’s your birthday, this queen shall~~~"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Shall?"

She smirked and crooked her finger at him.

Leon leaned down.

Rosvisser drew close to his ear and whispered, her breath warm,

"Tonight... I’m yours to do with as you please."

When he heard those four words—"yours to do with"—Leon honestly thought he was dreaming.

Because no matter the circumstances, Rosvisser would never relinquish her dignity as queen.

Even in bed, even when passion ran deep, she never casually gave up her pride.

Her rare submission usually came to heighten the contrast—to steep herself in that mix of shame, delight, and indulgence.

But never had she spoken such words at the very start.

Seeing Leon a bit dazed, Rosvisser smiled and guided his hand, placing it lightly on her robe’s bow.

"Now then... husband, it’s time to unwrap your gift~"

Rustle—

The fabric of the robe slid gently as Leon untied it. And the exquisitely wrapped, perfect "present" was soon revealed before him.

A full-body black latex outfit clung to Rosvisser’s skin, glistening under the light with a dangerous allure—like a fruit both delicious and deadly.

Her long, seductive legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings, from thighs to toes, like a sculpted work of art.

The stockings showed hints of skin beneath—mysterious, sexy. Her legs weren’t too thick or thin—just right to fit in one’s hands. Both visually and to the touch, they were without peer.

Her full breasts were completely exposed. The dragon markings stood out in the open air, shamelessly tempting the man before her.

Leon could tell—this was a carefully designed bunny girl outfit.

Compared to the one from a few years back, both the quality and the eroticism had been elevated by multiple levels.

The queen tilted her head back, her gaze dreamy and smoldering as she looked at Leon.

She gently bit her soft, pink lower lip, then parted her lips slightly to exhale warm breath.

Even though Leon hadn’t touched her yet, Rosvisser was already seducing him with every little gesture.

That gaze, that movement, that expression—it all seemed to be asking:

"Why haven’t you touched me yet?"

Leon slowly raised his hand, his fingers running through Rosvisser’s hair until they stopped at the top of her head.

He gently stroked her hair.

"Approved, Your Majesty."

"Approved for what?"

"If you’re a bunny girl, then where are the bunny ears?"

Rosvisser didn’t blame him for being unromantic or nitpicky, because—

She had wanted him to ask that.

The queen let out a smug humph.

"Bunny ears are boring. They don’t have anything dragon-like about them. I know what you really want, husband—it’s me as a dragon, not some rabbit, right?"

"So?"

"So... I’m going to fulfill a wish you made years ago."

As she spoke, two faint silver points of light began to rise from the sides of Rosvisser’s head.

The lights solidified—into two dragon horns.

Leon had seen Rosvisser’s horns in her dragon form before, but in her human form, even after all these years, he had never seen them once.

To be honest, using dragon horns in place of bunny ears—was surprisingly creative.

Rosvisser smiled triumphantly.

"Want to touch them?"

"Didn’t you say dragon horns are a very private area?"

Years ago, Rosvisser had used that very reason to refuse letting Leon see her horns.

"I did. In human form, dragon horns are very private... and very sensitive."

Rosvisser wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck, then leaned back onto the bed, pulling his face down to rest on her chest.

"But I already told you—I’m your gift tonight."

"As a perfect present, I have an impeccable sense of duty."

Leon felt her warmth and softness, trailing his hand slowly to her narrow waist, and then sneakily upwards, cupping one of her horns.

If he hadn’t known, he’d have thought they were just as sensitive as her waist or lower belly.

Rosvisser’s dragon markings lit up instantly.

"I really wish every day were my birthday, Your Majesty," Leon laughed.

Rosvisser kissed lightly beside his lips.

"Only until sunrise, so you’d better hurry and do everything you’ve always wanted to do to me~ Whatever it is, I’ll allow it~ Husband..."

Leon held her horns—undeniably locking down her entire upper body.

Rosvisser laughed as she gazed up at the man above her.

"You’ll regret saying that, Rosvisser."

"Then go ahead and make me... regret it."