Vol 7. Chapter 4: Pleasure Returned

In truth, it didn’t take long before Rosvisser began to regret those words she’d said earlier.

She couldn’t help feeling that tonight, that damn man’s "penmanship" during his "assignment submission" was a lot heavier than usual.

While the first half hadn’t hurt—in fact, it had even been a little pleasurable—Rosvisser, a queen always thorough and curious when it came to "doing the deed", was determined to understand what was going on.

During a pause in the action, she did her best to soothe the tremors her dragon markings were sending through her body, resting against Leon’s chest as she asked softly,

"Tonight... you’re really excited, aren’t you, Leon? Am I right?"

The bunny girl latex outfit hadn’t been completely taken off—because beneath it was a zipper, much like how dragon tribe clothing often left an opening at the base of the tailbone.

Of course, this zipper had a much more indecent function.

Once unzipped, Rosvisser didn’t need to remove the bunny suit at all.

The latex clung tightly to waist, still radiating the heat of their frenzy. Leon held her damp, fragrant shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess I did have a bit more drive than usual tonight."

"A bit more?"

The queen raised an eyebrow and poked his lips with her finger.

"More like a hundred million bits more."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Any more strength and I swear you would’ve snapped my horns in two."

Leon blinked, then laughed and sat up, pulling Rosvisser up by the hand.

"You’re exaggerating."

"I’m not exaggera—"

Just then, Rosvisser suddenly fell silent.

She blinked a few times, as if realizing the real reason why Leon had been so fired up tonight—or rather, she finally figured it out.

Leon tilted his head. "Why’d you stop mid-sentence?"

"I know why you were so worked up tonight, Leon." The queen smiled sweetly.

"Hm? And why’s that?"

Leon raised his hand, joking as he added, "And just to be clear—I didn’t have any midnight stamina snacks or anything."

Rosvisser gave him a mild shove on the shoulder, then said,

"Because normally, whether I’m on top or you are, you usually have to hold my waist to get proper leverage."

As she spoke, she guided Leon’s hands and placed them on her slender snake-like waist.

Leon did a mental measurement, thinking back to past ‘assignments’ and how he’d exerted himself.

"Huh, now that you mention it, that’s kinda true."

"But tonight, you were gripping my dragon horns the whole time. Based on how my body reacted, gripping those seems to give you more leverage than my waist. So that’s why you were so energetic, isn’t it?"

"Of course, the bunny girl suit had something to do with it too."

"Gah, tonight was both horns ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) and bunny girl. Must’ve been heaven for you."

"If I usually so much as crave you a little, Leon—"

Rosvisser didn’t get to finish her sentence.

Leon suddenly moved, pressing her down again.

With her horns pinned, her head couldn’t move at all;

And his other hand gripped the base of her tail—a spot extremely sensitive for dragons.

Rosvisser instantly lost the ability to speak, her waist arching reflexively—that instinctive posture of welcoming Leon.

He leaned close, gazing into those hazy dragon eyes, the violet glow of her markings reflected in his pupils.

"But sunrise is still a long way off. And I’m not the least bit tired yet, Your Majesty. Do you remember what you said earlier?"

Rosvisser’s thoughts were already growing hazy again. Her body’s instincts were overtaking her dwindling rational mind.

She instinctively reached up to kiss him, her body pressing tight against his, her tail naturally winding around his waist.

"I... I forgot... what was it again..."

"Yours to do with, remember? Your Majesty."

"I... I don’t know... mmh—Leon... I..."

"Forgot already? Then I’ll remind you... hurry, come here~"

Her body had already given in.

Leon let out a low chuckle and kissed her again.

And so the couple dove into the next round of combat.

...

"Mom, why are you walking while holding the wall?"

The next morning, in the Dining Hall, Noa stared at her mom, who was wobbling around with purple-tinted fatigue, and asked the question with innocent concern.

Rosvisser was leaning against the wall with one hand, slightly bent at the waist, her other hand delicately lifting her long skirt to avoid dragging it on the floor.

"And why such a long skirt?" Aurora chimed in.

There was no need to explain why she was leaning on the wall—any adult could guess.

As for the skirt?

Rosvisser wasn’t the type to wear skirts often. Even when she did, it was usually something that fell to the knees or calves—practical yet elegant, nothing too flashy.

But today, she was wearing a skirt so long that even a slight bend would make it touch the floor.

Naturally, it was because she not only had to lean on the wall to walk—her long legs were still feeling "shy" from last night’s efforts by a certain dog-man, and now had no choice but to press subtly together as she moved.

If that posture were too visible, it’d be rather inappropriate—so a long skirt was the only viable camouflage.

"It’s nothing... just getting cold lately, so Mom wanted to dress a bit warmer."

"But it’s summer, Mom."

"...Let’s eat, let’s eat."

Rosvisser shifted the topic, slowly sitting down in her seat.

But the moment she sat, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and hiss softly, raising a hand to gently rub her temple.

"What’s wrong, Mom? Are you not feeling well?" Moon asked with concern.

"It’s nothing... just—never mind, let’s eat, sweethearts."

After all, dragon horns were a real, physical organ of dragonkind—especially important since they connected directly to the head.

Last night, Leon had focused most of his ‘attack’ right there. You could say her horns never got a break.

It hadn’t felt like anything at the time, but once the passion faded, her head started to ache just a little.

Rosvisser rested one hand under her chin, the other loosely holding a fork. She had no appetite at all. Her mind was full of thoughts on how to make Leon pay for last night—

Yes, she had said "yours to do with" and "do whatever you want to me."

But she never said she wouldn’t hold a grudge.

In fact, from the moment she wrapped herself up as a "gift" and handed herself to Leon, she’d already started planning her revenge.

After all—what kind of Silver Dragon Queen would let a dog-man enjoy himself for free?

She had to get her satisfaction back too!

"Mom, is Dad not eating breakfast?" Noa asked.

Rosvisser came back to herself, set down her fork, and replied,

"He’s packing."

Noa blinked. "Packing? Is Dad going on a trip again?"

"It’s your dad’s birthday, remember? Some of his friends from the Empire couldn’t make it here, so he’s planning to head over there this afternoon or tomorrow to celebrate again with them."

"The curse of having too many connections—two parties for one birthday. Seriously?!"

Moon’s eyes sparkled. "Does that mean we get to go to the Empire again~?"

Rosvisser chuckled and pinched her daughter’s cheek. "That’s right. Excited?"

"Super excited~!"

"Then once we finish breakfast, you girls pack up your things too, we’ll head out this afternoon."

"Okay!"

Moon turned to Noa:

"Sis, last time we didn’t get to play much in the Empire. This time, I want to stay longer!"

"Sure. What do you want to do?"

"Umm... amusement park, pet shop, and I heard we can even try fishing!"

...

The girls chattered excitedly about where they wanted to go.

But Rosvisser drifted off a little, deep in thought.

This time, she wasn’t scheming about how to get back at Leon.

She was thinking about the letter she and Leon had received that morning from the Empire.

Rebecca and Martin had already sent their birthday gifts—they opened those last night.

So this new letter couldn’t be another birthday greeting.

Which made both of them very curious about its contents.

When they tore it open and read what was inside, it wasn’t a message of celebration—but something that truly startled them.

And that... was the real reason Leon had suddenly decided to return to the Empire:

[The crystal seal on Hera is about to break.]