Chapter 134: Dragon’s Roar

Leon knew he was in the wrong, especially since he was fighting a losing battle in Rosvitha’s room, completely devoid of any advantage.

Initially, he had hoped that the excuse of “can’t submit assignments during pregnancy” would save him from this predicament. But evidently, this Mother Dragon seemed to have other means to torment him.

The silver tail swayed gently beneath Rosvitha’s skirt as she stepped forward into the study. Her eyes shimmered with amusement, her smile seductive, as if she were scrutinizing prey with no escape.

The silver tail lifted slightly, hooking onto the door frame, and slowly closed the door.

Click—

The lock closed, sealing off any path to freedom for Leon.

Leon’s gaze trailed down from Rosvitha’s face, all the way to her delicate ankles. Then, following Rosvitha’s pace, he slowly retreated.

Until his knees bumped against the armrest of the chair behind him. In an instant, Leon’s footing faltered, and he fell back into the chair.

Leon inwardly cursed, realizing that sitting or lying down in front of this Mother Dragon, what difference did it make from a little lamb wandering into a wolf’s den?

But just as Leon was about to get up, Rosvitha pressed down on him, and then, with a very standard duck sit, she sat on his lap.

This was the chair in Rosvitha’s study, not particularly small in size, just enough for the two of them to sit in such a posture.

It was a distance that made one’s face flush and heart race, with the beauty’s warm breath so close, her soft chest pressed tightly against him.

She seldom dressed up, knowing full well how remarkable her assets were.

Her long legs were sandwiched between Leon’s thighs, the backs of her feet pressed against the chair, toes pointing upwards. Her tail naturally hung down, the tip lightly teasing Leon’s shins.

Leon’s hands tightly gripped the armrests, and Rosvitha could clearly feel his resistance. But the more he resisted, the more Rosvitha wanted to slowly torment him.

“What exactly are you doing in my room? Sneaking around, it can’t be anything good,” Rosvitha said, her fingertips dancing on his cheek, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

Leon turned his face away, refusing to look at her. “Nothing, just got lost.”

Rosvitha chuckled at this stiff excuse, her soft body pressing closer, her slender arms resting on his seductive eyes locked onto him. “Got lost and ended up in my room? Seems like I’m quite important in your heart, huh?”

“You’re mistaken, you’re not important to me at all.”

“Hmph, you’re not important to me either.”

“Haha, then we’re even,” Leon began to babble, feigning ignorance to buy time. But it was only a temporary delay. What was meant to happen would still happen.

Snap— Rosvitha lightly tapped his face. “Even? Right now, I have the upper hand, and you have to listen to me obediently.”

Leon swallowed nervously. “Well… during pregnancy, we can’t… you can’t do anything to me.”

“Who said anything about having to do anything? As long as I can get you to submit your assignments, does it matter what methods I use?”

With that said, Rosvitha used her flexible tail to coil around Leon’s thighs, circling them slowly.

Her strength was well controlled, allowing Leon to feel the pressure without discomfort. Leon’s heart sank. Could it really be as he feared?

“Mother Dragon… don’t… don’t use your tail…”

Rosvitha wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck, tilting her head slightly and blinking her lively silver eyes, knowingly asking, “Why can’t I use my tail? Don’t you usually enjoy wrapping it around your waist? Hmm?”

With that, the queen gave a seductive smile, lightly caressing Leon’s lips with her warm lips.

“Remember the night at the hot spring? I clearly retracted my tail, but you insisted on me showing it. Well then, this time I’ll satisfy your love for my tail, thoroughly, satisfy you.”

This peculiar couple shared a common, very strange psychological phenomenon: They could demand or command each other to do things, but couldn’t voluntarily engage in them. Like the matter of the tail.

Leon could command Rosvitha to involve her tail in their assignment submission process, but if Rosvitha used her tail of her own volition, Leon couldn’t accept it.

In other words, it was a matter of coercion versus willingness. They both enjoyed coercing each other, not necessarily into doing things they didn’t like, but simply… coercion.

“Rosvitha, stop—”

Um, stop the tail?

Whatever, just stop it already!

Leon struggled while speaking.

But Rosvitha’s palm gently pressed against his chest, “Don’t move recklessly, Dragon Slayer. The tail is different from hands and feet, I don’t have such precise control over it.”

Rosvitha pushed him back and continued, “If I accidentally apply too much force… tsk tsk tsk, what if I break it?”

“…Do you really have to use your tail?”

“What, are you suggesting I use my feet like last time?”

Better not.

Afterward, I’ll have to drag my wise body to wash your feet.

Leon turned his head away, refusing to look at Rosvitha was his last stubbornness. But the chair and the bed were different. The space was limited, so no matter how he turned his head, Rosvitha would come back into his view with just a slight movement of her body.

As she moved, the softness in front of her chest would slightly compress and rub against him, adding burden to Leon’s “gun pressing.”

After careful consideration… it’s better not to move recklessly.

Rosvitha’s tail gradually wrapped around its true target. It was like a flexible and seductive snake, exerting moderate pressure on Leon just like before, not making him uncomfortable.

However, Rosvitha was somewhat dissatisfied because Leon seemed a bit like a wilted eggplant—limp?

She glanced at him again. Sure enough, there he was, forcing himself to remain calm as if he were an old monk in meditation.

Fine, Dragon Slayer.

Is it because I suddenly changed the method, making it feel a bit strange?

Or is it because it’s too monotonous, so it can’t satisfy the cravings in your heart?

Rosvitha gently pinched Leon’s chin, her cheek resting on his shoulder, her warm breath flowing into his ear, creating a tingling sensation.

“Your good friend seems like he hasn’t fully woken up, Dragon Slayer. What’s going on?”

Leon glanced at her and coldly snorted, “A mere tail affecting my Dao heart? Daydreaming!”

“Heh, your mouth is still as stubborn as ever. Alright, alright, since a mere tail doesn’t do much, I’ll add something else.”

Leon’s heart skipped a beat. What, there’s more?!

Rosvitha leaned in closer, her soft lips gently touching his burning earlobe.

In the next moment, a spine-tingling dragon’s roar echoed right into Leon’s ears.

As a top Dragon Slayer, one must have a highly sensitive perception of dragon sounds. This acute hearing had often helped Leon avert danger on the battlefield.

But the battlefield wasn’t just about shedding blood and sweat. Just like now, Leon wished he didn’t have ears.

Watching Leon’s reaction, Rosvitha smiled satisfactorily. “Is my voice… pleasant to listen to?”

Blushing furiously, Leon gritted his teeth, glaring at Rosvitha. “Despicable!”

“In the rivalry between archenemies, what’s despicable and what’s not? As long as it works.”

With a slightly flushed face, Rosvitha smiled seductively, “Judging by your reaction, it seems like this trick is quite effective. Shall we… continue?”

Under the resonance of the dragon tattoo, Rosvitha’s “dragon’s roar” wasn’t dry or forced. It was filled with deep affection.

Leon gradually lost himself in this dragon chant.

Rosvitha smirked knowingly. Now, they could move on to the next step.

She controlled her tail with ease and agility.

In fact, just now she was intimidating Leon.

When it comes to controlling tails, the precision of the dragon clan is very high.