Leon instinctively looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

Given the geographical location of Silver Dragon Castle, the sun should rise around 4:30 a.m., close to 5:00 a.m.

Yet here they were, having just finished dinner, and it was merely 8:00 p.m.

Tonight, from 8:00 p.m. until 5:00 a.m. the next day—

Why did such a simple arithmetic problem feel like a headache?

Leon unconsciously swallowed, withdrawing his gaze and shifting his focus back to the black-silk-clad beauty on the bed.

Her upper body was still covered by the quilt.

But Leon could already guess what breathtaking sight lay hidden beneath the blanket.

The thought of beholding such a marvel came with a steep price: nine hours of sleepless fighting toil.

Back in the day, when he and Roswitha were still mortal enemies who couldn’t see eye to eye, an all-day and all-night effort would have been nothing.

But now, it wasn’t that General Leon’s body couldn’t handle it anymore; rather, the defiant spirit he had once felt toward Roswitha had long since vanished.

After all, for a Dragon Slayer, willpower was everything.

And six long years of married life had already smoothed out the sharp edges of General Leon—

Because, well, Roswitha was simply too good at wearing him down.

Thus, Leon now faced a difficult decision:

To forgo the seductive temptress before him, or grit his teeth, steel his resolve, and fight through until dawn?

As Leon hesitated, Roswitha casually tossed out her next major play.

From beneath the quilt, she slowly and deliberately pulled out a key accessory and placed it on her head—

“Bunny… bunny ears…”

Leon’s eye twitched slightly.

Of course, he instantly recognized what that accessory was.

And recognizing it only confirmed for him that the “beautiful new world” concealed under the blanket was bound to be even more tantalizing than he had imagined.

“Mm-hmm~ bunny ears indeed~”

Roswitha spoke softly, her voice laced with charm as she reached up and lightly flicked the bunny ears.

The furry ears swayed gently atop her head, enhancing her playful and endearing allure.

“And surely you know, bunny ears never appear alone; they’re always… paired with a certain kind of outfit, aren’t they?”

Her voice was sultry, low and mesmerizing, like a devil whispering into Leon’s ear.

“Hmph. Since you’ve already guessed, my dear, you might as well agree to it.”

“All I’m asking is for you to play with me until sunrise. For you, I know that’s not difficult at all, isn't it?”

She coaxed, extending a delicate hand and letting her soft pink fingertips trail slowly along the back of Leon’s hand.

That faint, ticklish sensation quickly traveled from his skin straight to his heart.

No matter how much he tried to suppress his impulse, the two Dragon Marks on his chest and arm had already betrayed him.

“Ah, there it is; I can see the glow. Even if you refuse to admit it, I know that deep down, you’re dying to—”

Before she could finish, Roswitha hooked her finger under Leon’s chin, pulling him close.

She gazed into his deep black pupils, watching her reflection in his eyes as her red lips parted to whisper seductively:

“Tear me apart.”

“Then come on, little lion. Use your teeth and claws. Tear me to shreds.”

Leon understood now.

She was just asking for it.

Fine, fine, you little dragon. Go one day without a proper lesson, and you’ll climb to the roof and throw all the tiles; three days, and your arrogance knows no bounds.

I, Leon Casmode, hereby announce:

"The second season of the Human-Dragon War starts now!"

“All right, my lovely dragoness, don’t hold it against me when I throw all marital considerations aside and treat you with utter ruthlessness—”

With that proclamation, Leon flung the quilt aside.

But as the blanket lifted, he froze.

The scene beneath was not the delightful vision he had anticipated.

Not only was it far from delightful—it was downright awkward.

“A down… a down jacket…”

The queen reclined on the bed, her bottom half clad in alluring black silk, while her top half was swaddled in a winter down jacket.

It was autumn. Although temperatures were dropping, there was no need for a down jacket on the bed—what kind of nonsense was this?!

Roswitha, satisfied by Leon’s stunned and helpless expression, chuckled and asked,

“Do you like my mix-and-match style, dear?”

“…Aren’t you worried about giving yourself a heat rash?”

“There will be no heat rash, but rather—”

She sat up slowly, her fingers deliberately unbuttoning the down jacket.

With each undone button, more of her snow-white skin was revealed. Nestled in that soft, fragrant valley was her Dragon Mark, faintly glowing with a purplish light.

“Instead… here’s your... bunny.”

She shrugged the down jacket off entirely, revealing a breathtakingly seductive Bunny Girl outfit clinging tightly to her flawless figure beneath.

Her silvery tail coiled leisurely from behind Roswitha, winding its way around Leon’s waist.

Taking advantage of his momentary surprise, Roswitha gave a subtle squeeze, pulling him onto the bed.

Roswitha leaned back, letting herself collapse onto the mattress.

“Didn’t I tell you I had something you’d want to see? How could I lie to you?”

“…You little tease.”

The queen chuckled softly, lifting her finger to lightly trace the rugged face of her war-hardened husband—a face chiseled with strength and resolve, one so striking it was enough to set her heart racing.

“Come, my little lion. Do whatever you wish… however you wish.”

She wound her arms around Leon’s neck, their noses brushing as they felt each other’s warm, teasing breaths.

“I only have one condition, which you already know…”

“And that is: until the sun rises, you mustn’t stop.”

The man on top of her gave a wordless nod, his wide palms gently lifting her slender waist.

Her waist, so delicate and lithe—a perfect point of support.

The Dragon Marks glowed ever brighter.

They kissed heatedly in the cool autumn evening breeze, their searing skin brushing against one another, creating soft, rustling sounds.

To Roswitha, the sensation of Leon’s rough hands sliding over her smooth skin was intoxicating, irresistible.

Tonight’s indulgence had been long-awaited.

Recently, life had been hectic—it seemed as though every fleeting moment together had been tinged with exhaustion. Even when they’d found time for intimacy, it had been perfunctory at best, with the heavy weight of their respective responsibilities hanging over them.

But now, one pressing matter after another had finally been resolved.

In these rare, tranquil days, unaware of what the future might hold,

For now—for this evening—she wanted only to immerse herself with Leon in the kind of love they hadn’t shared in far too long.

“Ahh~ Hiss…”

A spirited moan slipped past her lips like a dragon’s song, her silvery eyes clouded with a fiery lust that made them at once enticing and bewitching.

Her slender arms clung tightly to his broad shoulders, feeling the fierce and powerful rhythm beneath.

True to her earlier teasing, it seemed Leon’s current intensity might actually tear her apart.

This kind of raw energy—it was almost too much for a dragon’s resilient frame.

And yet Roswitha found herself unsatisfied—

“Harder, Leon… Is this the best you can do? Hmm? Tear me apart—I’m telling you—tear me apart!”

Her brazen provocation was met with an even deeper, more aggressive response.

Her delicate figure sank further into the soft bed as she was enveloped, pressed down, and ravaged.

Simultaneously, she savored it.

Each inch, each tantalizing trace, she greedily used her own body to embrace and relish every moment.

Her silver eyes began to roll back, her consciousness slowly unraveling, and her flushed cheeks looked like the hues of a vibrant sunset. Those melodic dragon cries ringing from her lips—

And the Bunny Girl costume she’d carefully prepared for tonight only added fuel to Leon’s fire, effectively buffing his “attack speed and critical hits.”

She had provoked this long-restrained lion, leaving herself utterly powerless to fight back.

Which, of course, was precisely what she wanted.

To be conquered.

To be utterly overcome by the mightiest man alive.

“Roswitha…”

Somewhere through her haze of pleasure, she vaguely heard Leon’s voice.

“Hmm? What… is it…”

“Say my name.”

Her oxygen-deprived mind struggled to comprehend.

“What… do you mean…”

“I want you to scream my name when you reach your peak.”

His command was cold and authoritative, like an emperor declaring his decree, before he resumed indulging in the soft little rabbit beneath him.

“Leon…”

Desires surged, eroding the last vestiges of her fragile composure.

“Leon… Leon…”

The dam within her was cracking, barely holding back the tides poised to spill.

“Leon… Leon! LEON!—”

With one final, desperate cry, the floodgates burst, her passion overflowing uncontrollably.