Her silver long hair hung loosely down her back, the thin straps of her nightgown barely clinging to her fragrant shoulders.
"You're awake." The silver-haired beauty spoke softly with her back to him.
Leon pressed his lips together and cautiously asked, "Did you just come this morning, or did you not leave at all last night...?"
"I didn't leave."
Then Leon roughly understood why the bed was such a mess.
"I couldn't leave even if I wanted to."
Losweiser slowly turned around, crossing her long legs and resting her cheek on one hand as she lazily looked at Leon.
Leon frowned. "This is your Holy Temple. Can't you go wherever you want? How could you be unable to leave?"
Losweiser raised one of her slender brows. "You... don't remember any of it?"
She was somewhat surprised, though her reaction was more one of as expected.
"Remember... what?"
Losweiser smiled, picked up a plate of pastries from the table, and placed it on the bedside table beside Leon.
"Anna brought these this morning. Eat."
"What are these?"
"Cream puffs. Haven't you had them before?"
"I have. I just didn't know the Dragon Race ate things like this too."
"Hmph. I normally don't eat them. I just thought pastries like these might awaken some of your memories of last night."
Leon blinked, utterly baffled.
What memories could a few cream puffs possibly bring back?
Was that damned Dragon Queen plotting something again?
Thinking of that, Leon shook his head. "I'm not hungry. And I don't want to remember what happened last night..."
"You really shouldn't forget that, Dragon Slayer."
As she spoke, Losweiser picked up a cream puff and took a bite.
Rich, thick cream flowed out from within, accidentally trickling past the corner of Losweiser's lips.
She raised a hand and lightly wiped it away.
But she did not wipe it completely clean.
The remaining cream slid along the perfect line of her jaw, finally dripping onto the Dragon Mark on her chest.
Leon stared blankly at the sight.
What was this?
Dragon Queen seduction?
What the hell was she doing this early in the morning?
Or did she think a Dragon Slayer who had already suffered every possible torment would fall for something like this?
Heh.
Childish!
Two seconds later.
Something was wrong.
Several images suddenly flashed through Leon's mind like fragments of memory—numerous, complicated, and disconnected.
The cream at the corners of Losweiser's lips and on her chest, the way she had tried to resist and struggle, and then the union of man and dragon that reached its final step beneath an increasingly violent storm.
And then exhaustion swept over Losweiser. When she wanted to stop, Leon had gently held her and coaxed her to do it again... and again... and again and again...
"Oh..."
Leon raised both hands in despair and ran all ten fingers through his hair.
"N!!O!!! Mmph—"
Before he could start screaming, Losweiser shoved the cream puff she had just bitten into his mouth.
Amid the sweet fragrance of cream lingered a trace of Losweiser's lip scent.
"I'm not the one screaming, so why are you?" Losweiser said disdainfully.
Leon took two bites of the cream puff, then put it back on the plate and hurriedly asked,
"W-we... what did we do last night?"
Losweiser spread her arms and looked around the room and the large bed.
"We did everything that should be done. Oh, and you were the one begging me to do it with you."
After a pause, Losweiser corrected herself. "No, you were coaxing me into doing it with you. Tsk—no, that's not right either..."
She frowned, stroking her chin with one hand as she considered the proper wording.
A moment later, Losweiser suddenly understood. "Oh~~ I should say you used both sweet talk and deception."
Looking at the room, which was even messier than the bed, Leon could roughly guess how intense last night's "battle" had been.
He could not help swallowing. "I... how could I possibly coax you into doing something like that...?"
Losweiser folded her arms across her chest and expressionlessly repeated what Leon had said last night.
"Darling, let's do it one last time, okay?"
"Wife, I'm really suffering. Please help me a little more. Just once, just this once."
"Do you need to use the bathroom? If not, let's do it one last time. I promise, this really is the last time."
"Wife, you—"
Leon hurriedly raised a hand to stop her. "Ah, stop, stop, stop. You didn't make that up, did you?"
"I have evidence."
"What evidence?"
"Well, although I've already washed away most of the evidence, but..."
Losweiser walked to the bed and showed Leon her neck, arms, and chest.
They were covered in clearly visible love bites.
Then she placed one foot on the bed, lifted her skirt, and exposed her thigh, which was likewise covered in kiss marks.
"There are more higher up, further inside. Do you want to see?"
"No, no, no, no." Leon quickly waved his hands.
Losweiser gave a cold snort, then raised her tail and extended it before Leon.
"Even my tail is covered in bite marks from you. I told you my tail drags on the ground and isn't clean, but you still bit it. I even suspect you have some strange obsession with my tail."
That was not all.
Losweiser turned around, lifted her silver long hair, and revealed her back.
Across that snowy-white, delicate back were several vivid red kiss marks.
It was hard to imagine just how fiercely Leon had exerted himself last night for the aftermath to be so severe.
The effects of Dragon's Might were a little too...
Exaggerated.
But it did remind Leon of something.
He had refined Dragon's Might to nurse his body back to health, then show Losweiser what he was made of—though the process had gone a little off course.
At that thought, Leon adjusted his attitude and said rather smugly,
"I admit I went a little overboard last night. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Losweiser folded her arms and immediately saw through his thoughts when she saw that arrogant expression.
"I'm fine," Losweiser replied flatly.
"Hey, how could you be fine after all that? Ms. Losweiser Melkwy, I sincerely apologize. I accidentally unleashed my true strength."
Leon put on a grief-stricken expression, but then abruptly changed his tone. "So now, you should know very clearly whether my body is in good condition or not, right?"
He continued looking pleased with himself.
Losweiser narrowed her eyes, dropped her arms, and walked over to him.
Leon's smile vanished, and he leaned back slightly.
But Losweiser still pinched his chin, making him lift his head to look into her eyes.
Her silver dragon eyes shimmered, seductive and enchanting.
"Of course. Your performance last night satisfied me very much, Dragon Slayer. I hope you can keep up this state in the future."
Leon: ...
Fuck, how did I end up in the service industry?!
Leon realized he had fallen into a dead end.
"Your body is nowhere near as good as it used to be."
His defenses shattered.
"Your performance last night satisfied me very much. Keep up the good work."
His defenses shattered.
His defenses were like paper in front of Losweiser, torn apart with a single word.
Leon would rather fight this Dragon Queen for three hundred rounds on a bloody battlefield than endure her mental attacks in bed every day.
Damn it.
The Dragon Slaying Academy never taught a course called "resistance to pressure"!
Losweiser patted Leon on the head. "All right, get yourself together. We still have to tutor Noa later."
Leon moved his half-dead arms and legs. "My body has gone back to square one overnight. Let's take a day off before tutoring her."
Losweiser nodded and did not force him. "All right."
She was being surprisingly agreeable.
Then she must have really been satisfied last night.
Leon sighed inwardly again.
He had finally refined that miraculous medicine, only for all its effects to be spent on doing that.
How could she not be satisfied?
Even if she were made of iron, she should have been satisfied.
Losweiser put away her playful mood and silently began cleaning up the disastrous room.
Watching her tidily clean everything up, Leon pressed his lips together and explained, "I really can't get out of bed... Otherwise, I'd help you clean up."
"Mm, it's fine."
Honestly, Losweiser was also incredibly capable at housework.
In just a few minutes, she had roughly restored the messy room to a presentable state.
Watching how deftly she moved, Leon grew curious. She had so many kiss marks, and they definitely had not taken it easy last night, so how was she acting like nothing had happened after getting up this morning?
Tsk, was this the Dragon Race's endurance?
It really was terrifying.
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