Chapter 92: Difficult Husband, Difficult Wife

Using her feminine charms on this general again, little dragon?
Hehe…
These little tricks, let me tell you, today I’ll just—
Take the bait willingly!
Leon grabbed Rosvitha’s wrist and pulled her into his embrace, making her sit sideways on his lap—
Oh no, rather than saying Leon ‘made’ her sit there, it would be more accurate to say she took advantage of the momentum to sit there herself.
Rosvitha wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck, their noses gently rubbing against each other, her soft lips hovering close to his skin.
These feminine charms, someone was getting more and more skilled at using them.
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet? Hmm? My great hero.” Rosvitha spoke softly and intimately.
“It’s been too long.”
“What’s… been too long?”
“Six months, it’s been too long.”
Rosvitha blinked, “So?”
“So I’ve forgotten how to kiss you.”
“……”
How could you forget that?
How could you forget these primal urges that are carved into your genes?
Why didn’t you just leave your head in the future then?
“You’re just making excuses, you dog. Don’t think your queen can’t see through that.
Alright, you won’t take the initiative?
Then we couples need to review the ‘art of teasing.'”
“Oh my, what a shame, I’ve forgotten how to kiss too, how troublesome,” Rosvitha said coyly.
Leon looked at how she was sitting on his leg, and how she was embracing his neck.
Along with that alluring gaze and ambiguous tone—
“This flowing sequence of moves doesn’t look like you’ve forgotten at all.”
“Sorry, husband, it’s like how I used to only win the crucial matches.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only winning crucial matches, only forgetting crucial things. Ah~ look at my silly brain.”
“……”
Rosvitha leaned forward slightly, pressing gently against Leon’s chest.
“What should we do, husband?~ Say something, husband~”
Leon’s eye twitched slightly.
Stop squeezing, dragoness.
Having just eaten, it’s going to make him sick!
The couple continued their standoff, neither wanting to be the first to give in to their desire for each other like before.
Although rushing straight in would make everyone happy,
Each bout of teasing and confrontation was about their position in the family, so decisions couldn’t be made carelessly.
Black and silver eyes reflected each other’s image. They were so close that they could smell each other’s breath and even hear each other’s increasingly rapid heartbeats.
After six months apart, the longing in their hearts had far exceeded the sweetness of a short separation.
Rustle rustle—
The silver tail brushed against the floor, then slowly wrapped around Leon’s ankle, moving upward to gently coil around his calf.
The nimble tail tip crept into his trouser leg, teasing the back of his knee.
Tingling and extremely sensitive.
Leon breathed in her familiar, pleasant scent, and finally decided to actively surrender.
He gently cupped Rosvitha’s delicate face and kissed her lips.
Their lips parted and met again, as if tasting each other.
After the brief prelude, there was deeper communication.
They had both lied.
Six months hadn’t made them forget how to kiss each other; quite the opposite.
Because they had been apart for so long, their desire for each other had grown stronger, and as they kissed, they became increasingly intoxicated, unable to pull away.
As the kiss intensified, Leon’s hand slowly moved down from Rosvitha’s face.
Past her fair swan-like neck, past her slender, straight collarbone, lingering briefly on her softness, adding some spice to this long-awaited reunion kiss.
Then, he reached for Rosvitha’s abdomen.
However, when his fingertips brushed past Rosvitha’s ribs, her body suddenly jerked, and she involuntarily let out a muffled groan.
Leon panicked and quickly stopped, asking, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No…”
Rosvitha frowned slightly, “It’s war… fighting for so long, of course there will be some wounds.”
She gently touched her lower ribs, forcing a smile, “This should be from a few days ago when I was in dragon form and got hit by a thrown rock… ouch… it hasn’t healed yet.”
Seeing how much pain she was in, this didn’t seem like it hadn’t healed – it looked more like she’d been hit just yesterday.
Leon quickly helped Rosvitha sit in a nearby chair, letting her catch her breath.
“You were enduring it this whole time because the daughters were here, right?” Leon asked while examining her injuries.
“Mm…”
He lifted Rosvitha’s top, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her warm skin, smooth and delicate.
But there were also many new wounds.
It seems these six months had been difficult for her too.
Leon’s brows furrowed as he gently pressed on her ribs, asking if it hurt.
Rosvitha held the edge of her clothing, saying softly, “It’s fine, with a dragon’s self-healing ability, even without treatment, this kind of injury will heal in a few days.”
“But it’ll hurt for a while, right?”
Leon finished her thought, then lowered her clothing, “I’ll get some pain medication from Shelly later.”
Rosvitha didn’t try to act tough, nodding, “Okay. Then… shall we go back to our room?”
“Mm.”
Rosvitha held her ribs as she slowly stood up.
However, just as she was about to turn and take a step, she saw Leon still sitting in the chair.
“Not full yet?” Rosvitha asked.
“No…” he touched his thigh, his expression troubled.
Rosvitha noticed his small movement and asked with concern, “Is your leg injured?”
Leon shook his head, “It seems that battle just now was my limit… I had stored up magic power for so long, and with the Nine Hells Gate, after dealing with those Dragon Kings, I can barely even walk.”
When facing four Dragon Kings, if it was the Leon from before, it would certainly have been a tough battle;
Although on the surface it looked like he had defeated those Dragon Kings almost unscathed just now, the extreme consumption of magical power in such a short time, as well as the side effects of the Nine Hells Gate, all gradually caught up with him after the battle ended.
The Queen paused, then shook her head with a bitter smile, walking to Leon’s side and supporting his arm, “I understand, you didn’t want the daughters to worry, so you kept enduring it.”
Leon smiled helplessly too, allowing Rosvitha to help him up.
The couple supported each other’s shoulders while holding each other’s waists, helping each other leave the dining room and slowly make their way through the corridor.
“But if I had more magical power, I probably wouldn’t be unable to even walk,”
Leon said, “But that just now… should be the storage limit of the dragon markings. When I tried to concentrate any more, the dragon markings wouldn’t absorb any more magical power, instead it all got taken by that unknown ‘thing’ in my body.”
Rosvitha’s thoughts stirred, and she bit her lip, “I actually… have a method that could let you store more magical power.”
Leon turned to look at her, “What method?”
The Queen smiled mischievously, “Do you really want to know?”
Seeing her wicked smile, General Leon felt a bit nervous.
He swallowed and asked shakily, “It’s not some strange method, is it…”
“No no no, don’t worry, it’s not~ strange~ at~ all~”
Rosvitha said, “When my wounds heal, let’s try it.”
“Oh… Huh?! Wait, why isn’t it ‘I’ but ‘we’?!”