"Student Melkevi."

Leon, in a perfectly serious manner, lightly tapped his palm with the small teaching rod as if he were an exemplary teacher.

Tch.

Exemplary?

What a hypocrite!

Roswitha refused to play along - just like how he had refused to cooperate with her back then - but still closed her eyes and reluctantly said, "Yes, teacher."

"Watch your attitude, Melkevi."

Roswitha sighed, "What's wrong with my attitude, teacher?"

Leon gently poked Roswitha's cheek with the small teaching rod.

If Roswitha's memory served her right, the last time this rod appeared, she used it to hit Leon's chest.

"Is this how you speak to your teacher? Repeat."

Roswitha bit her lip, gathering her emotions before responding,

"Yes~ teacher~"

"Hmm, that's more like it. Oh, Student Melkevi is wearing quite a unique school uniform today, even with black stockings."

Roswitha forced out a smile, "Isn't this because I thought the teacher would like it? So I wore it."

"How daring! How could I, a teacher, possibly like such superficial things? No more of this next time!"

"Yes, teacher, next time I won't—"

Roswitha glanced at Leon's expression.

Clearly, her previous response didn't fit into Mr. Teacher's "role-play script".

You played 'Parents Love' once with Noa and now you think you're a big star, huh?

Roswitha clenched the bedsheet angrily and rephrased her words, "No way, teacher, I just love wearing this for you."

Ew~~~

Even she felt like vomiting!

But if it came down to this, it was better than having Bunny Girl photos end up in Big Sister's hands.

"Hmph, since it's your first offense, I'll let you off this time."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Did you do last night's homework?"

Roswitha raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "Teacher, haven't we not given homework for half a month? Ah! Ouch~~~"

Leon lightly struck her buttocks with the small teaching rod, not too hard but enough to make her cry out.

"If I don't give homework, it's because I forgot; if you don't remind me, it's because you're lazy. Understand?" Leon reasoned.

Roswitha blushed, secretly rubbing her sore bottom, "Understood... teacher."

"Now, let's talk about tonight's assignment. Listen carefully."

"Yes, teacher."

"The name of this assignment is 'Three Honors and Three Disgraces', a creed every proud Dragon Slayer must know by heart. I'll recite it once for you, listen carefully."

Roswitha's face turned dark, "Te-teacher, what if... what if I'm actually a dragon, not a Dragon Slayer... so, can we change the assignment?"

Slap—

This time, it landed on her other side.

Roswitha bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she covered her bottom. She swore to herself that one day she'd make this bastard pay back with interest!

"You do what I assign, got it!" Leon spoke with the authority of a middle-aged male teacher.

"Yes... teacher."

"First rule of Three Honors and Three Disgraces: Honor loyalty to the Empire, disgrace collusion with the Dragon Clan."

"Honor loyalty to the Empire, disgrace... disgrace collusion with the Dragon Clan."

Oh God!

To make a dragon feel ashamed of colluding with its own kind? That's just forcing someone into a traitor!

Breathe, breathe.

Roswitha consoled herself that this was all just a game to the man, nothing but a game!

Then, Leon taught her the next two sentences.

Roswitha had never regretted more having the ability to repeat text.

If she could, she wished the Creator would take away her vocal cords.

"Student Melkevi is very smart, learning so quickly," Leon commented.

"Thank you, teacher."

Roswitha paused, then asked, "Teacher, isn't it time to dismiss class?"

"What do you think?" Leon countered.

Roswitha looked away, "I think... we should take a little break..."

"Hmph, Student Melkevi, with exams coming up, you can't always think about rest. Next is Cultural Appreciation Class."

Damn Dragon Slayers have a whole set of classes, even Cultural Appreciation.

Fine, let's see what you want to show me.

Your queen has lived for two hundred years; what can a twenty-something-year-old kid show me that would surprise me—

Leon took off his shirt.

The clear muscle lines, carved-like firmness from shoulders to arms to waist and abdomen, each inch radiated strength.

And the Dragon Mark symbolizing "remembrance" and "loyalty" shone faintly on his chest.

Okay, so this is what the Cultural Appreciation Class is about?

You test the Dragon King with this?

Which Dragon King can't withstand such a test?

Immature!

Roswitha's gaze slowly moved up from Leon's firm waist and abdomen, over the Dragon Mark, and settled on his face, "Teacher, this doesn't seem related to Cultural Appreciation, does it?"

"It's definitely related. Today's lesson is 'Inclusion and Absorption of Foreign Cultures'."

Roswitha unconsciously swallowed. The title seemed off...

Inclusion and absorption... they're normal terms in other contexts.

But why did it sound different coming from Leon?

Before Roswitha could react, her Dragon Mark began to glow.

Once both Dragon Marks resonated, it was unstoppable like a rolling stone down a mountain.

Leon leaned down, reaching out to gently caress Roswitha's slightly flushed cheeks.

At first, Roswitha turned her head away, but couldn't resist Leon's gentle advances and the resonance of the Dragon Marks. Soon, she fell into a state of confusion.

Her red lips parted slightly, her teeth lightly biting Leon's fingertip.

Every touch sent tingling sensations through her body.

"Student Melkevi is being naughty, daring to tease the teacher?" Leon whispered in her ear.

Roswitha released his finger, blushing furiously as she wrapped her arms around his neck, saying nothing.

Leon leaned close to her face, their noses almost touching, breathing intermingling—a distance that made anyone blush.

Since the hot spring night, they no longer felt repulsed or shy about kissing.

Just like at the beach, Roswitha would sometimes kiss Leon's corner of the mouth.

After a brief moment, their lips met, soft and lingering.

But just when Roswitha thought the embarrassing teacher role-play was over and they were moving on to the main event, Leon surprised her again.

"Turn around, Student Melkevi," Leon said.

"W-what..."

Before Roswitha could understand, Leon flipped her over.

Startled for a moment, Roswitha quickly reacted, trying to cover herself with her tail, "No, Leon... you can't do this!"

Leon pushed aside her tail, pinning it under his knee, "Why not? It's all for your own good, student."

Although the destination was the same, the experience felt different.

Roswitha didn't want to try something new so easily; it made her feel insecure.

Unfortunately, the control wasn't in her hands.

The Bunny Girl outfit was pushed aside, one of the black stockings also removed.

Roswitha tried to resist, but this time, Leon was in charge, and the Dragon Mark's influence on him was much less than on Roswitha.

Seeing her resistance futile, Roswitha could only let Leon proceed.

She buried her face in the pillow, unwilling to watch.

When the real sensation arrived, muffled sounds came from the pillow.

For Leon, this was also a new experience, using a different approach to reach the same place. After adjusting, he leaned forward, whispering into Roswitha's ear.

Her ears were red and hot, her lips barely touching, feeling the heat.

"Now... Student Melkevi, recite the 'Three Honors and Three Disgraces' I just taught you."

Roswitha trembled, still burying her face in the pillow, "No!"

"Recite! Now! Or else the teacher will severely punish you~"

Each pause meant another advance.

"You!..."

Roswitha lifted her head, disheveled silver hair sticking to her face,

"Honor... honor loyalty to the Empire, disgrace collusion with the Dragon Clan..."

"Mm-hm, very good, and then?"

"Honor fighting bravely on the battlefield, disgrace fleeing in battle..." Roswitha continued.

After reciting, Roswitha realized that as long as she obediently repeated these "Three Honors and Three Disgraces", she could get some relief.

Fine.

To make this awful night end sooner, reciting this nonsense didn't matter!

But Leon wouldn't let her off easily just because she recited well.

Everything has a rhythm, right?

Gradually, Roswitha sensed something was off.

She knew this bastard had plenty of tricks up his sleeve; he wasn't the naive Dragon Slayer he once was.

"To... to collude—collude with the dragon—emmm—"

"Why'd you stop reciting? Melkevi, keep going. I haven't heard enough yet."

Though he claimed he hadn’t heard enough, he clearly had no intention of letting Roswitha continue reciting properly.

But if she couldn't recite it well, she'd end up being punished by the teacher.

Damn.

This was a vicious cycle!

"I won't recite anymore! Just punish me already!" Roswitha flushed with frustration.

"Well, that's what you said, Melkevi."

Her face turned completely red as she buried it into her pillow again.

The process progressed step by step, and the sensations brought by the Dragon Mark became increasingly intoxicating.

But whether it was due to the introduction of a completely new kind of position, Roswitha found Leon to be particularly energetic tonight.

Could this be the result of his half-month recuperation?

She had clearly underestimated him.

"Melkevi, just now you mentioned the title of this lesson: 'The Acceptance and Assimilation of Foreign Cultures.'"

Roswitha clutched the corner of her pillow and ignored him.

"Earlier, you've already learned to accept... now, it’s time for the assimilation portion."

"Of course, foreign cultures consist of both the dregs and the essence."

"What do we do about that? Hmm?"

Eyes shut tight and utterly resigned, Roswitha replied, "Discard the dregs and assimilate the essence."

"Exactly, Melkevi. Now then... all the essence of this foreign culture, you must completely assimilate, understand?"

Roswitha ground her teeth and muttered, "Un-der-stood, teacher."

The night deepened, but it seemed like it would still be a long, long time before this lesson concluded.