Leon leaned back on the sofa, while Roswitha knelt before him.

The purple glow of the Dragon Mark shimmered softly, signaling that the couple was gradually easing into the moment.

Leon, with his face red, found himself attempting something entirely new for the first time. He looked flustered, uncertain of what to do.

Roswitha felt the same way.

And since it was their first time using the move, Roswitha wasn’t quite proficient with it yet. After several attempts, she still couldn’t quite succeed.

"…How about we try something else?" Leon suggested hesitantly.

But how could Her Majesty the Queen ever be one to give up halfway?

Tonight, she was determined to master this new position!

"No, I’ll get it right."

Roswitha, stubborn as ever, muttered her determination and lifted her supple chest to try once more.

But as expected, she failed again.

"It's strange... Could it be that my chest is too small?"

The E-cup queen began to doubt her "hardware."

While Roswitha was busy figuring out how to make it work, Leon asked faintly, "By the way… where did you even learn this move?"

They had been married for five years now, yet their usual "turning in homework" sessions could only be described as conventional.

Despite being vigorous and often lasting until dawn, their ways of these activities were always fairly traditional.

The reason was simple: the two of them were each other’s "firsts." Having no prior experience, they relied mainly on natural instinct for their intimacy, resulting in fewer fancy or experimental endeavors.

Their most adventurous moments might involve some roleplay at best.

So Roswitha’s abrupt introduction of the concept of "two giant buns sandwiching cheese" was enough to leave Leon a little dumbfounded.

"Uh… I read about it in a book," Roswitha admitted.

"…You mean, all the time you spent in the study until midnight, you were reading this kind of stuff?!"

"That's nonsense!" Roswitha denied hurriedly. "It’s from romance novels… the authors sometimes describe things like this."

Leon was aware of her habit of reading romance novels.

But had romance novels these days shifted from tales of young love to incorporating this sort of bold innovation?

Hmm—

Upon further thought, sneaky yet overt elements like these could indeed spice up the usual melodramatic love plots. Perhaps it made sense: if the readers enjoyed it, then it was probably good content.

"Come to think of it, you seem to have been reading romance novels much more frequently in recent years compared to when I first met you," Leon remarked suddenly.

Roswitha paused for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Yes, I have been spending more time with novels than I did when I was alone."

Leon blinked, picking up on the key phrase in her sentence: *when I was alone.*

So to be precise, her increased interest in romance novels began after she and Leon got married.

She remained kneeling quietly, her silver tail resting naturally on the carpet.

Looking at her cool and refined face, Leon seemed to understand the reason behind this change.

Just as their conservative approach to their intimacy stemmed from inexperience, neither of them really knew how to treat a real husband or wife.

Roswitha had likely turned to romance novels in an effort to better maintain her relationship with Leon.

It was such a naive and girlish thing to do that it felt slightly ridiculous imagining it being associated with her— the mighty Silver Dragon Queen. Yet the contrast gave it a certain charm.

After all, it was probably the least attention-drawing and most discreet method she could think of.

What else could she do? Asked Isa for advice?

"Big sis! Big sis! Can you teach me how to date someone?"

Isa would reply, "Oh, little sis, I’ve been single for five or six hundred years myself. How would *I* know?"

Shaking himself out of these thoughts, Leon reached out to gently stroke Roswitha’s silver hair.

The queen lifted her gaze, her cheeks flushed, meeting the deep black eyes of her husband.

The two exchanged a lingering look, and the glow of the Dragon Mark grew increasingly sensual.

And then—

"Ah! It stood up!"

Roswitha let out a small gasp of surprise, swiftly seizing the opportunity to lift her "weapons" and press forward.

Leon blinked, momentarily caught off guard before he chuckled and shook his head helplessly.

As expected, she was as persistent as ever.

This time, perseverance paid off—

Her Majesty succeeded!

When emotions ran deep, everything seemed to flow more smoothly.

Previously, their lack of success wasn’t because the Dragon Mark hadn’t activated or because they lacked passion.

Perhaps it was simply that they’d gone several days without "turning in homework" and were feeling a bit out of practice.

But now!

Through Roswitha’s relentless efforts, she had finally awakened the little lion from its slumber.

The sensation was somewhat unfamiliar to both of them.

After all, normally Leon would venture deep into a muddy terrain, while Roswitha would provide a loving shelter—each playing their part.

This, however, was both novel and thrilling.

The couple’s faces burned red.

Due to their current position, they could see each other’s sensitive areas more clearly than usual.

Roswitha steadily found her rhythm, quickly mastering this new technique.

Leon, after some initial tension, also began to relax.

Sitting upright, he extended a hand to gently hold Roswitha’s head, pulling her closer.

The warm breath from Roswitha brushed across Leon's abdomen like a faint tickle.

"Is it... okay?" Roswitha asked in a soft whisper.

Leon’s bangs drooped over his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes. He responded in a low voice, "Mm…"

"Should I go faster—or slower?"

"Either... either works."

"Then I'll just go at my own pace."

"Alright..."

Despite being married for five years with countless "assignments" behind them, the exchange seemed more like a young couple experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time.

Roswitha quickened her pace slightly.

As Leon had predicted, when he was in a weakened state, the reins were entirely hers to hold.

But even with this apparent submission, Leon didn’t feel "defeated."

Perhaps the novelty of the experience played a role.

His stubborn, prideful wife always managed to surprise him in the most unexpected ways.

…

The climax approached, and the response from the Dragon Mark grew increasingly intense.

Roswitha was already completely immersed. Her silver tail coiled tightly around Leon’s uninjured leg, while her fair skin turned a delicate shade of pink, and the movements of her hands became more rapid.

Yet her eagerness caused occasional missteps, with the "little lion" even bumping into her chin once or twice.

Leon, catching sight of her dewy-red lips, resisted the growing urge to take things further.

This was good enough… Just like this… He couldn’t let it go too far…

"Roswitha… You can stop now, I—"

"It’s fine… Just let it happen…"

She didn’t let go; in fact, she tightened her grip slightly.

"But… I’m worried it’ll get messy—"

"It doesn’t matter… It’s okay…"

With her reassurance, Leon stopped holding back.

Moments later, after enduring an extended siege, the little lion finally broke free, releasing a searing rush onto Roswitha’s chest, neck, and hair.

Though Roswitha didn’t receive the usual "fulfillment" this time, the pleasure was no less gratifying than before.

After all, with the amplification of the dual Dragon Marks, even simple actions like kissing were already exquisite experiences; needless to say, this newly discovered delight was even more incredible.

Leaning back slightly, Roswitha let her chest free, savoring the lingering warmth.

The warm stream trickled down her curves and settled on her flat stomach, providing a sensation she quietly enjoyed and reflected on.

After a moment, Roswitha stood up, bashfully covering herself as she stammered, "I-I’ll go clean up..."

"Sure, alright…"

As the lingering heat of their passion faded, the sight of the messy sofa left both of them feeling a little embarrassed.

The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, and soon Roswitha reappeared, wrapped in a towel.

The couple exchanged glances from a few meters apart before both quickly averted their eyes.

Roswitha hurried to the edge of the bed and sat down, waiting for her hair to air dry.

After several minutes of silence, Leon was the one to break it.

"Roswitha…"

The queen looked up. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

She blinked, a thoughtful expression crossing her face, before smiling warmly.

"You know, I’ve noticed you say ‘thank you’ a lot more often lately. Especially… after we’re finished."

Leon paused, surprised. "Do, do I?"

"Yes, you do."

Roswitha tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear and spoke seriously.

"In the past, you rarely—if ever—said anything like that. It started after Aurora was born. Now, after practically every time, you will say ‘thank you.’"

She hesitated, then teased with an impish grin, "What’s this? Has the mighty dragonslayer developed tender feelings for his Dragon Queen?"

Leon scoffed, "Tch, don’t flatter yourself. I just… I just—"

"Just what?"

"I just… have good manners! Yes, that’s it. I'm a polite and respectful gentleman."

Roswitha rolled her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Gentleman, why don’t you sleep on the sofa tonight?"

"Why?!"

"Because a gentleman shouldn’t take advantage of a lady, right?"

"But you’re my wife!"

"Fake wife."

"A fake wife is still a wife!"

Leon couldn't sit still. He stood up on one leg, hopping from the couch towards the bed.

Roswitha watched his clumsy movements, thinking he looked like an angry penguin.

But just as Leon was about to reach the bed, he lost his balance and stumbled forward.

Fortunately, Roswitha reacted quickly and caught him.

"I meant to do that," Leon said.

"I know," she played along.

The two of them exchanged a glance and simultaneously burst into laughter.

In their fits of laughter, the queen wasted no time ruthlessly exposing him.

"Meant to do that? You almost fell flat on your face!"

"Exactly! I can’t even walk without tripping anymore. Can you really bear to let me sleep on the couch?"

"And how are those two things related?"

"They’re not. I just want to sleep on the bed."

Roswitha shot him a playful glance, laughing softly. "Alright, alright, you win. Bed it is."

The couple climbed under the covers, turned off the bedside lamp, and then lay side by side, staring at the ceiling.

Leon suddenly remembered that Roswitha had mentioned earlier how the new position was something she picked up from romance novels.

Then...

"Roswitha."

"Yeah?"

"When will you read more romance novels?"

The queen: ?

Man, your name should be Greedy!