Vol. 1 Ch. 86

Leon leaned back in the hot spring, gazing at the fireworks in the night sky.

Truth be told, from Rosvitha’s perspective, Leon’s move of soaking in the hot spring together to safeguard the secret weapon in his camera did have a certain charm of walking into the lion’s den.

But Leon could already guess what Rosvitha would do when she came down later:

First, she would provoke him, then tease him, and finally shift the blame.

This routine was all too familiar to Leon.

Provocation: Dragon Slayer, why are you afraid to look at me? Are you scared?

Teasing: Stop pretending, drop your pride, and be my obedient little puppy, okay?

Blame-shifting: Ha, just now it was you who wanted to do this with me voluntarily. You’re the one who crossed your own line, not me.

Despite being familiar with Rosvitha’s “three-step strategy,” Leon still fell for it every time.

So this time, for the sake of his vacation, Leon had to come up with a way to break the cycle—even if he couldn’t break it, he couldn’t just let things happen.

As he pondered, he heard the light footsteps approaching.

Leon glanced sideways and saw a pair of delicate and fair jade-like feet, with round ankles slightly protruding, quite adorable. His gaze followed up from the ankles to the calves, and there stood Rosvitha beside the hot spring, wrapped in a towel, tightly covered.

“You’re not planning to soak in the hot spring with just the towel, are you?” Leon asked.

“Of course not,” Rosvitha replied.

She pretended to be mysterious, with a hint of coaxing in her tone.

“I bought a very sexy swimsuit. I’ll be wearing it underneath the towel.”

She looked at Leon with a teasing smile, as if she didn’t mind exposing her mischievous thoughts to him at all.

Leon awkwardly adjusted his sitting position, snorted, and turned his head away. “So what? An excellent Dragon Slayer can withstand all sorts of temptations.”

“Oh? Then why are you turning your head away? Are you afraid of lighting up my dragon tattoo, so you dare not look?” Rosvitha teased.

“What, what’s there to be afraid of!” Leon’s face flushed, and he reluctantly turned his head back, his heart racing involuntarily.

Rosvitha narrowed her eyes and smiled, gradually removing the towel from her body. First, she revealed her delicate, pink shoulders and slender, straight collarbones, then a small corner of the dragon tattoo on her chest.

Leon gulped and swallowed hard, feeling a rush of excitement similar to when he opened his master’s Christmas gifts every year—because Leon never knew if the box contained an S-class dangerous creature cub or the neighbor’s checklist for a spouse.

However, what he saw beneath the towel was somewhat disappointing. It was a swimsuit so conservative that one might exclaim, “What a waste of such a good figure!”

Rosvitha only exposed her shoulders and a small, snowy belly. The length of the swimsuit bottoms was akin to ordinary hot pants, suitable for wearing directly on the street. Her supple curves were completely concealed under the thin fabric.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief internally. Thankfully, Rosvitha had always been conservative in her attire. However, he couldn’t show any signs of relief.

“Is this it? Is this how you test a Dragon Slayer? Which Dragon Slayer couldn’t withstand such a test? Even if there were a couple fewer inches of fabric, I wouldn’t let your dragon tattoo light up.”

Rosvitha pinched her waist. “Tsk, you’re really something. Give me a hand, I’m going down.”

Leon stood up, offering his arm to Rosvitha.

Rosvitha also bent slightly, gently grasping Leon’s hand, then slowly descended into the hot spring.

The warm water enveloped her as Rosvitha closed her eyes, stretching her arms and legs, letting out a contented sigh.

Indeed, soaking in the hot spring could bring both physical and mental pleasure.

Splash—

From the sound, Leon must have lain down beside her, with some distance between them.

Rosvitha chuckled inwardly, about to tease him, but she noticed something… off.

She suddenly opened her eyes, realizing that her swimsuit was undergoing some visible changes at an alarming rate.

The length of the swimsuit gradually shortened, from initially covering the roots of her thighs to now just a small strip the size of a palm; the fabric in front of her chest was also rapidly diminishing, as if being gnawed by something.

The two patches of white skin and dragon tattoos on Rosvitha’s chest were instantly exposed to the heat of the hot spring.

Of course, the inexplicable reduction of fabric wasn’t the most alarming thing—

The most alarming thing was that a thin layer of black veil had been spread over her chest, abdomen, and waist.

When the black veil met water, it adhered tightly to Rosvitha’s fair skin, exuding a seductive allure that made one’s blood boil with just a glance.

In the blink of an eye, a conservative swimsuit turned into a black lace lingerie—

A flashback to the erotic suite at Isabella’s house!

Rosvitha pinched the black veil on her body, after a slight astonishment, she chuckled, “I should have guessed that the clothes my sister gave wouldn’t be so simple.”

With that, she slowly turned her head to the bewildered Leon and asked with a smile, “Surprised?”

“Surprise… What a surprise! You’re cheating, Dragon Mother. Why did you bring clothes like this?” Leon protested.

Rosvitha shrugged, kicking her legs lightly in the hot spring, sending up splashes of water. “This is the swimsuit my sister gave me. I didn’t know it would look like this.”

Leon’s face flushed as he averted his gaze from Rosvitha’s body. He couldn’t look too much. Looking too much would definitely lead to trouble.

Seeing Leon’s awkwardness, Rosvitha felt a secret delight in her heart, but she continued to tease him, “Didn’t you just say you wanted a little less fabric, so my dragon tattoo would show more?”

Leon scratched his nose. “I was just kidding. How about you go inside and change into another swimsuit?”

“I would if I could, but this is the only one I brought. I don’t have any others,” Rosvitha replied leisurely.

“What’s wrong? The mighty dragon slayer who has defeated countless dragon kings is afraid of falling for this little black lace swimsuit of mine? Hmm?”

“Afraid? I-I’m definitely not afraid! As long as you’re a dragon, I’m not interested in whatever you wear,” Leon blurted out.

As soon as these words left his mouth, Leon suddenly realized that the Dragon Mother had already initiated the first step of her classic three-step strategy: provocation. And he had unwittingly stepped into her trap. It would be difficult to extricate himself now.

But… Why not turn the tables?

“I—” Leon began, but he was interrupted by Rosvitha.

“It’s actually you,” Leon interjected before Rosvitha could complete her provocative move.

Rosvitha raised an eyebrow. “Me? What about me?”

Leon turned to face Rosvitha, looking into her eyes with a calm demeanor, tinged with a hint of provocation. “What if it’s my dragon tattoo that lights up in the end? How would you handle that?”

The illumination of one party’s dragon tattoo signifies that the other party is experiencing longing or desire towards them.

At Leon’s words, Rosvitha chuckled. “I can perfectly control my desires. I’ve never lost control before.”

“So confident?”

“Of course.”

“Then… dare to accept a challenge?” Leon asked.@@novelbin@@

Rosvitha lowered her gaze to the dragon tattoo on Leon’s chest and quickly understood. “The dragon tattoo… not lighting up the challenge?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I accept. What’s there to be afraid of?” Rosvitha said. “But in any challenge, there must be a consideration of winning or losing, right? What if you lose?”

“You can decide,” Leon replied.

“Okay, if you win, I’ll give you another seven days off.”

“Deal!”

It’s a deal!

Leon felt ecstatic. With this move of turning the tables, he successfully lured Rosvitha into his logical trap. Even without this challenge of not lighting up the dragon tattoo, given the Dragon Mother’s personality, she would definitely keep provoking Leon continuously.

When the time came, with the combination of the black lace swimsuit, proactive teasing, and the dragon tattoo buff, even if Leon were a stone, he would still feel the heat.

And even if Leon managed to resist the temptation in the end, he wouldn’t gain much. He might even provoke the Dragon Mother into anger, forcing the resonance of the dragon tattoo directly, leaving Leon with no escape.

But now that Leon had proposed this challenge of not lighting up the dragon tattoo, he had left himself with a way out.

At the same time, this way out would continue to motivate him throughout the process:

Resist the temptation, and the second mini-vacation was within reach!

The couple exchanged a glance. The challenge of not lighting up the dragon tattoo was set, ready to be triggered at any moment.