The soft and delicate body was thrown onto the large bed.

Roswitha clutched her legs together and covered her chest. Her expression exuded a pitiful charm.

However, the strap of her dress quietly slipped off, revealing her smooth and rosy shoulders, which seemed to reflect a faint light under the sunlight.

"I know you're in a rush, but it's still daylight. Can't you wait until tonight?" Roswitha said.

"You were the one who provoked me first."

"It was just a joke! Why are you even angry about it?"

"I'm not angry. I'm just playing along with you."

Leon removed his shirt, revealing his solid and muscular upper body.

Although Roswitha continued to act an "innocent maiden," her eyes widened slightly at the sight of that familiar and perfect male body.

Last night, due to the exhaustion from prolonged chaos, the couple had been too tired to admire each other and had simply collapsed into sleep.

But now, in the bright morning light, observing this man’s perfect body...

Oops~

From now on, I must require topless Leon to feed me. The queen deserves to experience what it means to feast with her eyes.

She pondered to herself secretly and then, feigning naivety, asked, "Are you feeling hot? Why did you take off your shirt?"

"I'm not hot now, but I will be soon."

"Ah, then you—"

Leon cut off her chatter and pressed down on her.

His movements were so proficient that it was obvious they were an old married couple.

Roswitha instinctively moved to accommodate him.

After all, after a flirtatious exchange, they might as well get down to business, and it wouldn’t interfere with the queen’s "foot-centric" plans.

However, just as the two were about to deepen their intimacy, a sharp pain flared up on Roswitha’s ribs.

"Hiss~"

She winced, frowning. "Wait a minute... it hurts a little."

Leon, far from being a husband ruled by his impulses, naturally wouldn’t push forward after knowing his wife was in discomfort.

He held her by the shoulders, pursed his lips, and then said in a low voice after a brief hesitation, "Let’s postpone this for another time."

Roswitha watched him shift with some reluctance, a smirk curling onto her lips.

This man, it seemed, still had some decency. Even though they were already undressed, he cared enough not to aggravate her injuries.

But this was exactly what Roswitha had planned all along.

Just as Leon was about to leave the bed, she suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"If you really want that… I could be on top. That way, my ribs won’t be under pressure."

"You are on top..."

Leon thought for a moment. "Never mind, let’s wait until you’re fully healed. This kind of thing... doesn’t need to be rushed."

Tsk.

Excuse me? I’m practically throwing myself at you, and now you’re getting bashful?

A moment ago, where was your overwhelming atmosphere of a "dominant CEO"?

Come on, Cosmod!

Roswitha knew she couldn’t push too hard—it would only make Leon suspect there was more going on.

As Leon sat on the side of the bed, Roswitha straightened her posture and leaned closer, gently pressing her chin against his shoulders.

Her soft fingers traced along the lines of Leon’s arm muscles as the queen murmured in a soothing voice,

"There’s no need to hold back if you want something. Don’t underestimate my body—I am a dragon, after all~"

As she spoke, her hand slowly slid from his arms to his chest, her warm palm feeling the increasing tempo of his heartbeat.

A silvery, melodious laugh caressed his ear as Roswitha exhaled gently,

"Look at you. Even your heart is racing, yet you’re still holding back. What’s wrong? Six months apart, and you’ve grown distant from me?"

Unable to resist the dragoness’s patient seduction.

Leon, after some internal struggle, slowly raised a hand and placed it over hers.

Roswitha smiled knowingly and leaned into his ear, planting the lightest kiss on his earlobe.

"Come on, just like old times. We know each other’s bodies so well, don’t we?"

The gown slipped away, her silver hair cascading free. The queen’s flawless body was unveiled before him.

Amidst the curves of her form glimmered the faint lines of a Dragon Mark.

He held her waist, his palms perfectly fitting around its delicate contour.

The beauty bent closer, her warm breath falling softly against his face.

Her lips brushed against his nose, as if savoring an exquisite delicacy.

Roswitha left a feather-light kiss at the center of Leon's brow and whispered,

"You were right, Leon... it really is getting hotter."

The couple sought memories of their past imprinted upon each other’s bodies.

Every inch of skin, every soft moan, every heartbeat—they were all so familiar.

Seeing Leon’s increasingly dazed gaze, Roswitha’s heart brimmed with glee.

Well~

As much as I’d love to go all the way with you right now, my injured body simply can’t handle it. So...

"Leon... wait, wait—" Roswitha gasped softly. "It still hurts a little..."

Stopping now was entirely different from stopping before they’d even started.

This sudden halt felt like the worst form of teasing.

Leon’s expression betrayed a hint of awkwardness.

With the Dragon Mark awakened and the dam of his desires breached, how could he simply hold up?

Still, Roswitha was injured, and he couldn’t force her...

"What if... I helped you in another way?" Roswitha suggested.

Leon raised a brow. "What way?"

Roswitha nestled against his chest, her feet lightly brushing against his calf.

"With these."

Leon’s heart skipped a beat.

In that instant, clarity struck him.

So that’s what this was about!

From the time when they’d been chatting leisurely in the courtyard earlier, this dragoness had already been setting the stage.

All of it leading to this dilemma, leaving Leon stuck in limbo—unable to proceed or retreat—before graciously suggesting they use "feet."

And with her legitimate excuse of having an injury, she’d framed the narrative perfectly so that Leon would willingly submit to being beneath.

Leon gritted his teeth, resisting the Dragon Mark’s pull. "You tricked me again..."

"Awww, you figured me out~"

Roswitha rested her chin on his chest, idly tracing circles on his cheek with her finger. Her toes continued to teasingly trail along his legs.

"So, what will it be now? Will you hold it in? Or... accept my proposal?"

"You!..."

Leon turned his head away, refusing to respond.

Roswitha could tell he had surrendered in silent agreement.

"Such a pouty puppy, wanting my help but refusing to say out loud."

She started to enjoy the thrill of exposing Leon’s inner thoughts.

"Let me ask you then—do you like my feet?"

"I-I don’t!"

"Hmm? Don’t you like them?"

Roswitha let out a soft laugh. "Well then, I won’t help you. You can figure it out yourself."

With that, she began to rise from the bed.

"Wait—"

Hearing his hasty call, Roswitha glanced back with a sly smile, her plan falling perfectly into place.

"Changed your mind?"

"...Fine. I like them, okay?"

Roswitha wasn’t about to let him off that easily. "Like what?"

Leon’s face burned with embarrassment, his self-control on the verge of collapsed.

"Feet..."

"Whose feet?"

"Yours..."

"Who likes my feet?"

"Me......"

Roswitha leaned back into him, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered sweetly,

"Say it all together, Leon."

"...I-I like your feet, Roswitha."

"Hehehe... Finally confessing to your foot fetish, huh? You lady-killer~"

Leon glared at her, frustration barely veiled by his demeanor. That smug grin of hers, oh how it begged to be wiped off her face.

Growling softly, he cupped her head, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"I. Am. Not."

Roswitha kissed the tip of his nose, her tone dripping with playful triumph.

"You’ve already admitted that you like my feet, and now you’re trying to deny it? Tsk tsk, What a naughty boy~"

"The truth is, Roswitha, I like everything about you."

Her heart skipped a beat.

Damn it.

I just got counterattacked.