"This one, a masterpiece!"

"This one, tsk tsk tsk, a rarity that can't be found again."

"And this one, I shall call it—the final piece of art!"

With each photo that Leon placed on the table, Roswitha's expression darkened incrementally.

By the last photo, she grabbed one at random and incinerated it with Dragon Flame in a fit of frustration.

Yet, Leon didn't seem to care at all.

Go ahead, burn them. Burn every single one of them if you'd like.

He couldn't be bothered. After all, he had plenty more.

Seeing Leon's calm and composed demeanor, Roswitha immediately knew: this guy had to have a larger stash of photos ready.

But when…

When on earth did he… manage to take so many shameful Bunny Girl photos?!

And they even had group shots!

Thud—

Leon placed a hand on Roswitha's shoulder, continuing to provoke the utterly embarrassed and enraged dragoness.

"Right now, you must be dying to know when I took these photos, am I right?"

The silver dragon's piercing eyes fixed onto Leon. Normally, if he dared pull a stunt like this, he'd already be writhing at her feet, begging for mercy.

But the fact that he could so brazenly display these photos without concern for her obliterating him only made her more certain: this man undoubtedly had backup plans.

So, she couldn't act rashly. For now, she decided to see just how far this guy had gone.

Seeing Roswitha furious but silent, merely glaring at him, Leon carried on, saying,

"Remember last time, when you used Blood Enchantment on me to get revenge?"

Hearing this, Roswitha instantly pieced it all together.

She should've figured it out earlier.

During those days when she was unconscious, there was no way this damned man would've sat quietly, waiting for her to wake up.

Aside from sneaking into the Silver Dragon Castle’s back mountain, he must've been up to something else!

And it turned out to be... this kind of thing!

Leon reveled in Roswitha’s conflicted expression.

At this moment, the dragoness resembled a pufferfish about to explode from anger.

But alas, Leon held the ultimate trump card against her, rendering her helpless despite her boiling rage.

Was this what it felt like to hold someone else’s fate in your hands?

It’s even more exhilarating than the resonance of a Dragon Mark!

Roswitha bit her lower lip and glanced at the photos on the table. "Are you planning to use these to blackmail me?"

Leon shook his head. "No, no, no. I never mentioned blackmail. You’re the one who said it earlier: if you wore the Bunny Girl outfit, it’s up to me what happens next, wasn’t that it?"

"You!..."

Her words had come back to bite her.

She had walked right into his trap.

Truthfully, Roswitha didn’t need to honor her word to her prisoner of war.

She could simply pretend those words had never been said. What could he do then?

She’d pulled this trick with Leon several times before—just to torment him with a sense of powerlessness.

But this time felt different.

Not only had she given her word that she would be "at his disposal," but most crucially, Leon held photos that could utterly destroy her socially.

The stars had aligned against her. For now... she had no choice but to play along.

"So, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Leon rubbed his chin, feigning deep contemplation before responding:

"Didn’t you say you’d never wear a Bunny Girl outfit for me in your lifetime? And these photos, after all, were taken while you were unconscious. With your personality, you’re likely not one to take this lying down. So, how about this: wear a Bunny Girl costume for me right now."

Roswitha listened as he rambled on, justifying himself with the most ridiculous of excuses.

What kind of nonsense was "with your personality, you wouldn’t take this lying down"?

Clearly, it was just you wanting to see me in a Bunny Girl outfit and grasping for a flimsy excuse!

"What if I refuse?"

She needed to know exactly how far Leon would push her with these photos.

"Refuse? No problem," Leon shrugged casually. "Then the next time we visit your sister’s house, she might just find these Bunny Girl photos lying about, and we can all enjoy them together as a family."

"……"

Well done, Casmod. Just… well done.

As if humiliating me socially wasn’t enough, now you want to make my sister the executioner of my shame.

You’re truly ruthless!

If her sister Isa were to see these photos, Roswitha would probably avoid her for at least the next 200 years.

Leon’s tactics hit Roswitha dead center, leaving her no room to retaliate.

Swallowing her pride, Roswitha reluctantly accepted her defeat.

"I… I don’t have any Bunny Girl outfits," she muttered, hugging her arms and looking down.

"Is that so? Well, I’m not unreasonable."

Roswitha looked up—was he really letting her off? Could he actually be this merciful?

"In that case, I’ll give you one hour to prepare an outfit. Fair enough, right?"

"Leon, you—"

Leon glanced at the clock on the wall. "It’s 5:50 PM right now. Let’s round it off. I’ll give you an extra ten minutes. At 7 PM sharp, I’ll come to your room to ‘inspect’—"

Leon leaned closer to her, their breaths mingling. He could practically feel the heat emanating from her flushed cheeks.

"So, be a good girl and cooperate. After all, you don’t want your dear sister to discover this hidden side of you, do you?"

"Shut up. I’ll go find the outfit."

Roswitha pushed him away and stormed off in her high heels.

Bang—

A door slammed shut behind her in a show of her defiance.

Leon smirked. "Finally, it’s my turn to call the shots, huh?"

…

An hour later, Leon arrived at Roswitha’s room.

There she was, sitting by the bed, looking like a reluctant bride. She was draped in a long black trench coat, wrapping herself tightly from head to toe.

Her cheeks were still tinged with that endearing blush, adding an inexplicable allure to her demeanor.

"I… I couldn’t find the bunny ears," Roswitha muttered, casting a quick glance at Leon before averting her gaze.

"No bunny ears, huh?"

Leon recalled that he didn’t manage to get any bunny ear props during his covert photoshoot. In the end, he’d improvised by braiding two strands of Roswitha’s hair into bunny ears.

So, he could understand her current lack of bunny ears as well.

But that didn’t stop him from making things difficult for her—after all, it was sweet revenge for everything she’d put him through!

Roswitha bit her lip and muttered in a soft, innocent voice, "Didn’t find them means didn’t find them… do I really need to explain this?"

Leon adopted the demeanor of a more magnanimous individual. "Fine, it’s your first time, so I’ll be lenient."

Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his legs and pointed at her trench coat. "So, under the coat… is…?"

Roswitha didn’t answer immediately but instead asked, "If I cooperate and do as you say, will you destroy all the photos, including the backups or whatever else you’ve hidden?"

"That depends on my mood," Leon replied evasively.

So, there were backups after all.

Roswitha took a deep breath, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Leon, you better pray I never find those backups. Or else—"

Leon spread his hands nonchalantly. "Well, that’s a problem for future me. For now, though, life is short, gotta enjoy every moment. Now, don’t waste time, Bunny Girl Majesty. Take the coat off."

Roswitha shut her eyes, her every movement exuding reluctance as she shrugged off the trench coat.

As expected, beneath it, she wore a Bunny Girl costume.

The black stockings hugged her shapely legs, while the low-cut bodysuit accentuated every curve of her captivating figure.

The alluring lines of her body were perfectly displayed, with the Dragon Mark exposed halfway on her fair skin, trailing down toward her cleavage.

Without bunny ears, there naturally wasn’t a bunny tail either. Instead, her silver dragon tail extended from her back, swaying gently.

Rather than feeling out of place, the addition of the dragon tail added a unique charm, merging Bunny Girl and Dragoness into an oddly captivating fusion.

She looked slightly awkward and self-conscious, her legs tightly pressed together. Her tail hung limply by her feet, an indication of her unease, as she seemed utterly out of sorts.

Yet, it was precisely this shy, flustered demeanor that struck a powerful chord with a particular Bunny Girl enthusiast.

"You—are you done ogling yet?!"

The dragoness was growing impatient, her cheeks reddening further. "What do you want to do next?"

Leon nodded in satisfaction, then rummaged through his belongings to retrieve a small teaching wand from when Roswitha had forced him into a teacher-student roleplay.

"Ahem, Miss Melkevi, please lie down at once. Because our next session is about to… begin~"

Roswitha: …

Curse you, Dragon Slayer! You’d better hope you never fall into my hands!