Chapter 66: Class

Leon felt that he was just one step away from the final championship, but unfortunately, he fell in the quarterfinals due to his carelessness and underestimation of his opponent.

As he closed the door, he smiled; however, this smile transferred to Rosvitha’s face just one minute later.

What’s worse, he even took the initiative to undress and climb onto Rosvitha’s bed—

He even skipped the part where she had to undress him!

He couldn’t have handed himself over to the tiger’s den more willingly.

Back when he took his first class at the Dragon Slayer Academy, the teacher taught them never to let their guard down against dragons.

This advice had saved Leon countless times on the battlefield, but he never expected to lose at this crucial moment!

In fact, no matter what tricks Rosvitha pulled off after the fact for his reckless behavior these past few days, Leon wouldn’t have been surprised.

But—

Was tying him to the chair a bit too thrilling?

And making him half-naked?

His dragon tattoo on his chest was shamelessly exposed to the air.

Rosvitha sat on the table, crossing her beautiful legs, with her toes gripping dragon-wing slippers, swaying leisurely.

In her hand, she held a “little teaching whip” from who knows where, playfully eyeing Leon.

Leon’s gaze shifted from the whip to her face, and finally, he couldn’t help but ask, “You’re not going to torture me for a confession, are you?”

“Mother dragon, I’ll tell you straight up, I’ve had professional interrogation training, I won’t tell you anything about the Empire.”

“If you try to force me, my answer to you will be just four words: go to hell—”

Rosvitha jumped off the table and walked over, poking Leon’s face with the little teaching whip. “Shh~ Don’t make a fuss.”

With that, Rosvitha glanced up at the clock on the wall.

Eight o’clock in the evening.

After checking the time, she began to pace back and forth in front of Leon.

It seemed like she was waiting for something, or some specific moment.

Leon didn’t bother to talk to her anymore.

He didn’t plan to beg Rosvitha for mercy with any sweet words.

He knew too well the temperament of this mother dragon—there was no escaping death tonight, or any other night.

Rosvitha’s vengeance was like a released arrow, impossible to stop midway.

Around nine o’clock, someone knocked on the door.

Leon prayed that it was Muen who knocked.

Maybe then he could temporarily evade tonight’s fate!

Rosvitha went to the entrance to answer the door.

“Your Majesty.”

Damn it.

Just those two words shattered Leon’s fantasy.

It wasn’t an angel knocking; it was the Grim Reaper.

“This is the medicine you asked me to prepare.” Anna handed a brown pill to Rosvitha.

Rosvitha nodded. “Good, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Your Majesty.” Anna bowed before turning to leave.

Rosvitha returned to the bedroom, walking up to Leon and gently pinching the chocolate-like pill between her index finger and thumb, slowly offering it to Leon’s eyes.

“Do you remember what this is, Leon?” She leaned in closer, her nose almost touching Leon’s, with the pill placed between them.

Leon was familiar with this thing to the point of being overfamiliar. “Dragon… Dragon Strength…”

Rosvitha narrowed her eyes and smiled. “Yes, this is Dragon Strength. But it’s different from the one you made before.”

As she spoke, Rosvitha used her other hand’s index finger to gently press against Leon’s lips and applied a slight force, trying to open his mouth.

“The purity of this Dragon Strength is higher, and its effects are stronger. Even the Dragon King would struggle to digest its potency.”

“I see you’ve been working tirelessly day and night these past few days. You’ve been bathing me, taking care of my meals, and even accompanying me to sleep. I’m truly~~ touched.”

“I’m sure you’re exhausted too, right? So, I’ve spent a fortune to buy this Dragon Strength, hoping to give you a boost.”

“Come on, my dear husband, open your mouth. Let me feed you.”

Leon’s head was almost tilting back to the courtyard of the temple, and his whole body was about to recline, dragging the chair legs forward.

But Rosvitha lifted her leg and pressed her knee against the seat between Leon’s legs, pushing him back.

“What? Don’t like it?” Rosvitha asked, tilting her head.

“I’ve quit. It’s not good for the body.”

“That’s heartbreaking to hear. I’m your wife, specially preparing this for you. How could it be bad for you? Come on, be good, eat it. Nothing will happen.”

Rosvitha leaned close to Leon’s ear, lowering her voice. “You either cooperate, or I’ll use other means to pry your mouth open.”

Mother dragon, how ruthless you are!

Seeing Leon’s expression, Rosvitha smiled satisfactorily. “Good boy, open up.”

Leon reluctantly opened his mouth, and Rosvitha pressed his lower lip, slowly feeding him the Dragon Strength pill. Then, she lifted his chin, forcing him to swallow it.

The strong medicinal scent rushed into his nose, causing Leon to cough violently.

“Oh, sorry for making you choke,” Rosvitha pretended to panic, fetching a glass of water and offering it to Leon’s lips for him to drink. But as the liquid entered his throat, Leon frowned. “This isn’t water… What is this?”

“Leon, you’re so clever. This is an auxiliary drink to accelerate the absorption of the medicine.”

Leon felt utterly defeated. He always had a clear understanding of his position. And at this moment, his identity could be summarized in two simple words: a plaything. It was a role more humiliating than being a captive.

Rosvitha set the water aside, then moved her long legs and straddled Leon’s lap. Her delicate fragrance enveloped him, and the softness of her chest lightly pressed against his collarbone. This delightful sensation should be a better accelerator than any damn auxiliary drink.

She extended her arm, casually resting it on Leon’s shoulder, lowered her head, and gazed into his eyes.

Rosvitha gently lifted Leon’s chin, watching his trembling lips with a smile. “Can you feel it, Leon? The Dragon Strength gradually digesting and taking effect in your stomach?”

“In one minute, you’ll feel intensely restless, eager to find something to vent your frustration.”

“Two minutes later, this restlessness reaches its peak, followed by an insatiable desire.”

“By the third minute, the medicine will be fully absorbed by you. You’ll start to speak nonsense, completely becoming my slave.”

She lightly teased Leon’s chin, observing his lips trembling slightly, and asked with a smile, “But I can help you, Leon. I can let you release your pain. Only the body of a Dragon King can withstand the flood-like desire. As long as you… beg me.”

Leon bit his lower lip, replying in a slow, deliberate manner, “You’re dreaming!”

“Why so hostile? I’m just helping you. It’s just a simple request. You won’t have to endure the impending torture. Isn’t that better?”

“I will never beg you, Mother Dragon. This is the dignity of a dragon slayer—.”

“Well, then, enjoy our old friend ‘Dragon Strength’.” With that said, Rosvitha stood up and brought over a clock, purposely making Leon stare at the time displayed on it.

“Now, the first minute is almost up. Get restless, my dear husband.”

Leon clenched his fists tightly, his breathing unconsciously accelerating due to nervousness and anxiety. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and nose.

His eyes were fixed on the clock.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock—

With each movement of the second hand, it felt as if the claws of desire were inching closer to him.

One minute passed…

Leon’s heart rate reached its peak, and his stomach burned with heat.

Two minutes passed…

His nerves were stretched to the limit, desperately suppressing various uncomfortable physiological reactions.

Three minutes—

Leon, facing death bravely, closed his eyes tightly and shouted, “Rosvitha, I’m not afraid of you! I am the champion of abstinence!”

“Hahaha—You big dummy!” Rosvitha hugged the clock, squatting on the ground and bursting into laughter. She buried her head in her arms, shaking with laughter.

Leon was dumbfounded by her laughter.

Wait a minute.

Wasn’t he supposed to… become a slave to desire?

Why… Why was he only sweating and experiencing no other symptoms?

“Mother dragon… you tricked me!”

Rosvitha laughed even more recklessly, almost rolling on the ground. She truly lived up to her reputation, manipulating everything between her fingers.

Rosvitha managed to control her expression and tried to restrain her smile. She squatted on the ground, propping her chin with one hand, looking like an innocent little girl. “Leon, are you really not going to beg me?”

“Tsk, I’ve said it. Even if I, Leon Casmode, were to die, I wouldn’t beg you, not even once!”

Rosvitha raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Of course it’s true. How can we dragon slayers bow our heads like Dragon Kings? It’s impossible, forever!”

“What if you really can’t control yourself and end up begging me and coaxing me? What then?”

“Hmph, if that happens, you can make me do anything, and I won’t complain. But I’m telling you, that’s absolutely, positively, definitely not going to happen!”

Rosvitha nodded satisfactorily. “Hmm, that’s what I’ve been waiting for. Now, let me show you this.”

With that, Rosvitha stood up, took slow steps toward Leon, and then slightly bent down, resting her chin on his shoulder. She extended her hand in front of Leon, palm facing up, gathering magical energy.

The energy coalesced into a sphere, and when the light dissipated, a crystal ball appeared in her hand.

“What is this…”

“A Memory Stone, a kind of magical prop.”

Leon swallowed nervously, feeling the warm breath on the back of his neck. “What does it do…”

“Well… before I demonstrate its function, I need to make some preparations. You wait here obediently, don’t run around.”

Leon glanced at the ropes tied around him.

Run? Where could he possibly run?

Rosvitha, you’re really stretching it to call the great Mother Dragon a little baby—finding words when there are none.

He watched as Rosvitha rummaged around the room, eventually coming to the wardrobe and flipping through the clothes one by one. Finally, underneath a pile of seldom-worn clothes, she found a pair of…

Black stockings.

“Huh? Why do I remember that I’ve never worn these stockings before? How did they get opened?”

Rosvitha muttered to herself, but didn’t pay much attention. After all, a queen’s wardrobe was too large to remember every piece of clothing she had worn or not.

She pulled the stockings in her hand, testing their elasticity and transparency.

Perfect for…

“Blindfold? Why do you need to blindfold me? And… what’s that in your hand?”

“My stockings, well, more precisely, black stockings,” Rosvitha said. “Don’t worry, they’re unworn, very clean.”

Leon: No, do you think I don’t know whether you’ve worn them or not? Aren’t these the ones you wore when you dressed up as a bunny girl the other night?!!

“Don’t… Rosvitha… using this thing to blindfold me is no different from killing me,” Leon swallowed nervously.

In Rosvitha’s eyes, these stockings were unworn, but in his eyes, they had already been on her body. I don’t have any weird hobbies! Get rid of this thing already!

“Tsk, why so shy, it’s just stockings. Here we go~”

“Stop it!!”

But no matter how Leon shook his head, Rosvitha directly used her tail to hold him down, rendering him unable to move. She then wound one of the stockings around his eyes, one loop at a time.

For a well-trained dragon slayer, closing off one sense would make the other senses extremely sharp. Sometimes Leon regretted how well he had learned back then! Why?!

Rosvitha’s fingertips brushed against his face, her breath spraying behind his ear, causing a tickling sensation that made him restless.

“Alright, all set. Then… Memory Stone, activate!”

Leon couldn’t see how the so-called Memory Stone was activated. But the next moment, a voice full of pleading and sincerity echoed gently:

“Please… I really want to kiss you…”

Leon’s heart tightened.

The opening line of dialogue blew him away, leaving him feeling numb! His body was practically paralyzed halfway through! And the following words only made Leon feel like ants were crawling all over him.

“Rosvitha, I want to kiss you… please, give it to me…”

“Oh, you might not have heard it clearly, so let’s listen again.”

As she spoke, Rosvitha replayed the sentence:

“Please… give it to me…”

“Mmm~ so wonderful~ Let’s hear it again~”

“Please… Rosvitha…”

After several repeated plays, Rosvitha could clearly feel someone trembling. Whether from fear or anger, she wasn’t sure.

Seeing that the effect was almost there, Rosvitha removed the stockings from his eyes.

“How was it? Does that voice sound familiar?” Rosvitha asked with a smile.

Leon pursed his lips. Even though both of them knew the truth, he was still trying to play tough. “It’s just that the voice sounds like mine, it doesn’t prove that the person saying those words is me.”

“Oh? Alright, let’s continue.”

With that, Rosvitha activated the Memory Stone, and the stone projected a beam of light onto a flat surface, forming a flat image.

In the image, the scene from the night of Blood Seduction immediately began to play.

Leon was leaning back on the sofa, his face filled with enjoyment and pleading.

“Rosvitha… please, I want to kiss you… give it to me…”

Rosvitha sighed. “Well, it might just be a coincidence. Maybe this person just happens to sound and look like you. It definitely isn’t you, right?”

Leon was completely stunned.

Leon now realized that mere physical revenge was no longer satisfying Rosvitha. This dragoness was now venturing into the realm of “heart’s revenge”!

He couldn’t keep up with Rosvitha’s new tactics! But he wasn’t completely powerless either… If he could just seize the opportunity to get hold of the camera he used to secretly photograph her in the bunny costume, Leon might be able to turn the tables.

Seeing Leon silent, Rosvitha put away the Memory Stone and pretended to be puzzled. “Hmm, what were you saying just now?”

She leaned closer to Leon’s face, extending her tongue to lightly tease his burning earlobe.

“To be a slave, to have no complaints, and then… to be at your mercy,” Leon replied.

Rosvitha chuckled softly. “Well then, don’t mind if I do.”

Standing in front of Leon, Rosvitha lifted her jade-like legs and placed one foot in the gap between his thighs. She raised the small whip in her hand and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

“First, let’s review the lesson we just had. If you don’t remember, your teacher can explain it to you again.”