The two daughters did not leave immediately. Instead, they turned around, sat on the carpet beneath the bed, leaned against the bedframe, and began to whisper to each other.
Indeed, being the favored ones made them bold.
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"You Dad, after sneaking in last night and getting caught, your mom was so 'cruel' to me. And now, look at you two, chatting so calmly."
A sharp hiss of pain from his waist interrupted Leon's internal monologue. He looked up at Queen Rossweise. She was smiling, full of satisfaction, as if to say, "What can you do about it?"
Leon endured the pain, his mind racing for a countermeasure. He tried to recall if Rossweise had any sensitive spots.
There was one—the tip of her tail. Every time he touched it, she would uncontrollably soften, turning into a pliant kitten. But now, the mother dragon had retracted her tail! She was invincible within the family!
This would not do. He needed a solution, and fast. Otherwise, his waist would be too sore to straighten by morning.
His gaze drifted over Rossweise's beautiful face. The pain in his waist sharpened, muddling his thoughts. Finally, his eyes settled on her soft lips. A bold idea surged in his mind. To save his waist, he had to do it!
Satisfied with Leon's pained expression, Rossweise continued to mouth the words, "Don't… make… a… sound…"
But then, Leon's lips curved into a slight, knowing smile.
Rossweise's smile froze. Before she could react, she felt the cool, broad palm of Leon's hand cup the back of her head.
Is he going to…?
Her eyes widened in sudden understanding, but it was too late.
Leon supported her head and pressed his lips firmly against hers.
The moment their lips met, Rossweise, in her nervous shock, squeezed his waist even harder.
Leon felt his waist cry out in lament. In response, he channeled his frustration into the kiss, deepening it fiercely.
Don't make a sound? Fine. Then let's all be quiet.
This was the improvisational skill of a top-tier Dragon Slayer. The world's number one plan was in motion!
Rossweise's silver eyes trembled violently. If their daughters weren't there, her tail would have already smacked him across the face. She tightened her grip on his waist, trying to make him yield through pain.
But she discovered a direct correlation: the harder she squeezed, the more fiercely Leon kissed. And as the kiss prolonged, her own resistance began to weaken.
The truth was, ever since that night of passion under the Blood Charm at the hot spring, they had both developed a strange fixation on the act of kissing. Though their minds and pride rejected it, whenever their eyes met, they were irresistibly reminded of that night.
For them, kissing was a form of soul resonance that transcended mere physical contact, an addictive experience they both craved and fled from.
The dragon mark on their chests did not flicker. Rossweise knew her current softening was purely from the pull of that addiction.
This wasn't even the first time since the hot spring. The last time was on the beach at sunset during their date in Sky City. As they gazed at each other by the sea, she had been the one to kiss him.
She often reminisced about the feeling. She didn't dislike it; she just couldn't face her own heart. How could the Silver Dragon Queen lose herself in kissing a Dragon Slayer? She was certain Leon felt the same. If not for the circumstances, he would never have initiated it.
In this situation, only this method could make the Silver Dragon Queen abandon her game of "staying quiet," and obediently wait for her daughters to leave.
Enough, enough.
What "staying quiet challenge"? It was merely a disguise for a pair of stubborn spouses trying to outdo and torment each other.
As the kiss deepened, Rossweise's grip on Leon's waist loosened. Her hand relaxed, her palm resting softly against his side, silently surrendering to this "forced" kiss.
But even in silence, their bodies responded as the kiss intensified. Their legs beneath the quilt began to rub, intertwine, and tangle together.
The rustling sound of friction from the quilt was unmistakable.
The two little dragon girls under the bed quickly covered their mouths. But it sounded like someone was just shifting position?
Muen's large eyes darted around, and she whispered, "Sister, let's go."
"Mm, okay."
The dragon girl special forces began their retreat! They moved as they had entered, lifting their legs high and setting them down lightly, filing out of the bedroom.
After they all left, Noah glanced back at the bed one last time and whispered softly, "Goodnight."
Then, she gently closed the bedroom door.
On the bed, both Leon and Rossweise noticed their daughters' departure. But they pretended not to, continuing their passionate kiss in maintained "silence."
The feeling was intoxicating, and they couldn't stop.
Both knew that under normal circumstances, they would never allow themselves to kiss so recklessly, yet so cautiously. It was like secretly reading a thrilling novel in class during adolescence, the excitement amplified by the fear of being caught. Once the class was over, the novel would be closed, its magic gone. The content was the same, but the illicit thrill was what made it irresistible.
As they kissed, they weren't just savoring the tingling sensation of their lips meeting; they were indulging in the taboo, the rebellion.
It was only when the dragon mark faintly shimmered, a blue arc of light illuminating the narrow space between their pressed chests, that they abruptly pushed away from each other.
Rossweise's cheeks were flushed red from the long kiss and momentary lack of oxygen. She squinted, shook her head vigorously, and rubbed her temples before gradually recovering. Leon did the same.
Once they had both regained their composure, they lay on their sides, silently gazing at each other.
There were no outbursts, no teasing, no stubborn refusals. They just… looked at each other.
Their black and silver eyes intertwined in the darkness, their passionate gazes seeming to say that the forbidden kiss was not yet over.
Yet, they both knew in their hearts it would not continue. Tonight, it ended here.
Finally, Leon sighed. "I'll go back to the sofa."
Rossweise said nothing.
Leon silently turned, preparing to lift the covers and get out of bed.
But the moment he turned, Rossweise reached out and grabbed the hood of his pajamas from behind.
"What's wrong? Still afraid of spiders? I was just scaring you; there aren't any here," Leon said.
There was no reason for it. Her hand had moved on its own, grabbing his hood before her mind could catch up.
Rossweise bit her lip, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Seeing her strange expression, Leon still interpreted it as fear. "Then I'll stay here with you. I'll go back after you fall aslee—"
"You don't need to go back," Rossweise interrupted him softly, her voice barely a whisper. She offered no further explanation, simply looking into Leon's eyes in silence.
A faint stir passed through Leon's heart. He nodded. "Okay."
Rossweise then slowly closed her eyes, her long, distinct eyelashes sweeping downward. The expression on her face softened, but the fingers clutching Leon's pajama hood remained tightly closed.
Leon glanced sideways at the gripped hood and sighed inwardly. It looks like I can't toss and turn freely tonight.
"Goodnight…" The Queen's voice was gentle, a murmur as soft as a dream.
"Goodnight," Leon replied.