A Mark Is a Mark, No Need to Reason With You

Leon lay on the bed, staring blankly at the hotel ceiling.

Ten minutes ago, he was no longer the strongest dragon-slayer, no longer Rosvisser’s fake husband, and no longer Noa, Moon, and Aurora’s dad.

He was now an honorable—drowning victim.

When Rosvisser mentioned she had bought a new swimsuit, Leon could barely keep his composure.

It’s just clothes, an external thing—how much could it even tickle my fancy?

All he had to do was resist the temptation and not look, right?

A man who can’t suppress his urges is not a good man.

But life never goes as planned.

The swimsuit was just a ruse for Rosvisser’s lesson. The real killer move was always the dragon mark on their chests.

The moment Leon felt the mark react, while his mind was still somewhat clear, he shouted at the mother dragon:

"Melqavi! Just because I bear your dragon mark doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!"

Rosvisser (pointing her finger): "Of course. Leon, remember this: one day with the dragon mark means a lifetime with the dragon mark."

"That’s completely unreasonable!"

"I don’t bother with reason, you don’t deserve to listen."

With that, the queen went to the bathroom, claiming she was going to change into the swimsuit she had secretly bought.

Before entering, she instructed Leon to play the role of a drowning victim and lie on the bed, waiting for her, the heroic lifeguard, to come save him.

Great. Role-playing had evolved from teacher and nurse to lifeguard. It seemed every profession in the world had become a part of their couple’s play.

The dragon mark on his chest shimmered with a faint glow. Leon felt his entire body heating up, his breathing growing heavier, and his heart racing.

Every pore on his body seemed to be emitting steam, and his skin was burning.

Fortunately, they were at a seaside hotel, and the cool sea breeze flowed into the room, brushing his forehead, allowing him to maintain a bit of clarity.

But after so many mental battles with Rosvisser, Leon knew that at this moment, any clarity was just torture.

It was like a single ray of light in the darkness was a sin, and the brief moments of lucidity in the haze only made the impending reality more agonizing.

If the dragon mark’s resonance wiped out all of his reason, and he fully surrendered to the act of "submitting the assignment," then Leon wouldn’t mind—it would mean his brain had stopped working.

But what was most terrifying was this—this moment where just a sliver of reason and clarity remained, making him painfully aware of what was about to happen between him and Rosvisser.

*sigh*

*In Season 1, General Leon played cautiously in the early stages and, once fully equipped, stormed the mother dragon’s fortress in the late game.

*But by Season 2, the mother dragon had received an epic buff, and General Leon, having been too overpowered in the previous season, was nerfed. Now, he was no match for Rosvisser.

It was still possible to make a comeback, but... it would be hard.

The sound of running water from the bathroom suddenly stopped.

The door opening snapped Leon out of his wandering thoughts, and he sat up slightly, looking toward the bathroom door.

There she was—the silver-haired beauty, wrapped in a bathrobe, drying her damp hair as she walked toward the bed.

Her bare feet padded across the floor, leaving faint wet footprints with every step.

Her bathrobe revealed a pair of round, smooth calves, still steaming slightly from the bath.

Her skin was pale and soft, so smooth that even the droplets of water couldn’t cling to it. They slid from her forehead, down her cheeks, along her jawline, then down her swan-like neck, finally disappearing into the soft cleavage of her chest.

The neckline of her bathrobe was slightly low, exposing the edge of the dragon mark, along with a hint of fair skin.

It was clear she had dressed like this on purpose.

Leon was no stranger to seeing the mother dragon fresh out of the bath. After all, they had lived together for so long that he frequently saw Rosvisser like this.

So... where’s the new swimsuit?

Bring it out already!

Could she have been bluffing?

Leon lay back down and said in a low voice, "Don’t tell me the new swimsuit you were talking about is this bathrobe? Hah, you’re underestimating me too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bed beneath him dipped slightly.

He knew—someone had moved closer.

Rosvisser knelt beside Leon, still wrapped in the bathrobe. With a mischievous smile, she gazed at her ‘drowning husband’ and slowly asked:

"You seem really eager to see my new swimsuit. If you want to see it, just say the word. You’re my husband, of course I’ll grant your wish."

"No, I’m not your husband."

The queen tilted her head, slightly displeased.

This damn man was getting bolder. Calling him her husband was giving him face, and yet he dared to play hard to get?

"Then what are you?" Rosvisser’s tone deepened.

The playful atmosphere suddenly became a bit chilly.

"I’m a poor drowning victim, isn’t that what you said earlier?" Leon replied innocently.

"...Oh, right. My bad."

Rosvisser gathered her long hair, twisting it into a simple ponytail. "I didn’t expect you to get into character so quickly. Alright then, let’s begin."

Leon rolled his eyes and closed them.

But no sooner had he done so than the mother dragon let out a dramatic scream.

"Ah!!"

Leon flinched. His heart had already been racing, but now it was beating even faster.

"There’s a poor drowning victim here! He’s passed out! It looks like he needs my help!"

*sigh*—Why is she always so over-the-top when playing these roles?

A true method actor indeed—quick to dive into her part, and deep.

As Leon’s mind wandered, he heard a sharp "rip."

His shirt had been torn open by Rosvisser from the neckline down.

Mother dragon! This shirt was expensive!!

But since you bought it, do what you want.

"Step one, check the drowning victim’s mouth and nose for any obstructions."

Hmm, seems pretty legit, Leon thought to himself.

However, he had underestimated the Silver Dragon Queen’s talent for this kind of play.

With one hand, she gently pinched Leon’s nose, and with the other, she slowly pried open his mouth, muttering, "It’s hard to see clearly like this. Let me take a closer look~"

A closer look? How close could you get? Are you going to bring out a magnifying glass?

While he tried to stay calm, his lips were suddenly enveloped by a warm, soft sensation—like a nimble little fish.

The sudden kiss left Leon no time to react.

But this kiss was different from the usual.

What he felt wasn’t the mutual passion of their typical kisses, but rather her delicate care.

Rosvisser’s movements were gentle, as if she were soothing him, like a quiet melody calming his nerves.

Her actions were tender and slow, as if she were testing Leon’s limits.

But they both knew, given their level of familiarity with each other, there was no need for tests.

Leon knew her body, and she knew how far Leon could go.

This graceful prelude was nothing more than a setup for the next act.

Rosvisser, enjoying herself, indulged in every inch of his mouth. At that moment, she seemed like a thief driven by desire, relentlessly plundering everything from Leon.

A moment later, her exploration ended. Rosvisser pulled away, slowly lifting her head as she tidied the hair that had fallen over her forehead. With a smile on her lips, she whispered like the final verse of a love poem:

"Check~ complete~"

Rosvisser’s soft fingers trailed down from Leon’s chin, gliding over his collarbone, past his chest, and finally resting on his firm abdomen.

The smile in her silver eyes deepened, and she quietly revealed the next step:

"So, darling, next... we move on to the next phase~"

Her voice was laced with subtle seduction and anticipation.