Published at 25th of August 2026 9:06 am

Volume 8, Chapter 51: If There's Even a Drop Left, I Lose

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Leon slowly opened his eyes. His consciousness was still hazy, his senses sluggish and uncoordinated. He tried to sit up, leaned back against the headboard, rubbed his temples, and then looked toward the window.

It was already night.

He still remembered that when he first entered Aurora’s spell, it had been morning. It must have been more than ten hours by now. So ten-some hours in the real world equaled over a month in that virtual world...?

Leon patted his head. He couldn’t figure out the time ratio, and honestly, there was no need to. He glanced left and right, but Rosvisser was nowhere to be seen.

"Where’d she go...? Don’t tell me she woke up earlier than me?"

Just before he lost consciousness in the virtual world, the last thing he’d heard was Rosvisser’s voice—

"No matter the time or space, we’ll always fall in love with each other."

It had been touching and warm. But now that he thought about it, maybe the reason that dragoness could even say something like that was because she hadn’t actually been bound by the “personal will restriction” Aurora mentioned? Maybe only his access had been sealed off—while Rosvisser had kept her full memory and will intact?

Leon carefully retraced what had happened inside that virtual world. To him, it really did feel like a dream. If he didn’t recall it the moment he woke, he knew he’d forget it soon enough.

"Let’s see... infiltrated the Holy Citadel... persuaded His Majesty to surrender... got teased by her every time we talked... then went back together to Master’s house..."

Clap!

After counting it all up, Leon smacked his hands together.

"Okay, even if my memory core’s sealed, I didn’t leave any handles for that dragoness to grab onto. Hah! Not bad, Leon."

He was still basking in self-satisfaction over his flawless conduct as a young man when the bedroom door slowly opened. Rosvisser walked in, high heels clicking against the floor, a small cloth bag dangling from her hand.

She caught sight of him awake, set the bag down, and was just about to change clothes when her eyes met his.

"Yo, you’re up. I thought you were going to sleep till the third morning."

As she spoke, she reached up to untie her hair. Her long silver hair spilled loose, cascading to her waist. She didn’t bother turning away—right in front of Leon, she slipped out of her everyday long dress. Her graceful, slender body was laid bare before his eyes, like a ripe, sun-warmed fruit revealed in full.

They’d been married for over ten years, so changing clothes in front of each other had long become routine.

Rosvisser brushed back her hair, her bare feet moving softly across the carpet as she walked to the wardrobe.

Turning her back to Leon, she began to pick out a nightdress for the evening

The black lace underlay framed the curve of her firm, round hips—her waist-to-hip ratio practically perfection. Her figure—well, after more than a decade of seeing it, General Leon no longer stared outright.

Instead, he asked:

"Where’d you go?"

"To cook for the kids," Rosvisser replied. "That Time Web spell lasted all day. They were too busy practicing to eat. If Aurora’s power weren’t limited, they probably would’ve kept the sky awake."

Leon chuckled, scratching his head.

"Guess no kid can resist watching their parents’ love story, huh?"

"Love story? You call what we had in that virtual world love?"

Rosvisser had chosen a white nightdress—simple, undecorated, held up by two thin straps resting on her smooth shoulders. Moonlight filtered through the window, tracing the outline of her seductive curves beneath the thin fabric. She came over, placed the small bag beside the bed, and said:

"Wasn’t it you who kept locking me in the living room, telling me you’d hand me over to the state in exchange for a special commendation? You call that love?"

"Uh... when judging any work, you have to consider the historical background of its creation—same applies to people."

"Cut the nonsense, slick tongue."

Rosvisser raised a long leg, resting her foot on the edge of the bed. Leon’s gaze instantly sharpened, tracing the smooth line of her thigh downward, the glimpse of black lace beneath it deepening the air between them. Moonlight climbed from the top of her foot, up her calf, up her thigh, until finally it met her eyes.

"Wife... what exactly are you planning to—"

"Debts must be paid, blood for blood, husband. That’s just natural law."

Faced with her fierce aura, Leon couldn’t help swallowing. He thought back—hadn’t he checked everything just now? Nothing seemed like something that would make her this mad... Did he miss something?

"Wife, I admit I’ve eaten and drunk off you for years, but killing me over it seems a bit much, doesn’t it?" he said with an awkward laugh, trying to defuse things.

"Who said I was talking about that? My Silver Dragon clan’s got more than enough wealth—you freeloading a little is fine."

As she spoke, Rosvisser grabbed the bag by the bed and tossed it at him.

"Here. Take a good look inside. Maybe it’ll jog some memories, my great hero~"

Leon awkwardly tore his gaze from her face and looked into the bag. He opened it—and immediately sucked in a sharp breath.

"Tape, handcuffs, neural collar... they’re back! They’re all back!"

Everything he’d half-forgotten a moment ago came flooding back.

"Mmm~ judging by that expression, I’d say you remember, don’t you?"

Rosvisser crossed her arms under her chest, smiling with smug satisfaction.

"During the day, the kids were watching. You called me all kinds of names, said I was humiliating you—I let it go. But now it’s night, and it’s just us two. Tell me—what should you be calling me now?"

Leon’s lips twitched dryly.

"Wife?"

"Wrong."

"...Sister?"

"Wrong again."

Flushed red, Leon forced out the third option.

"Ma—Master?"

The queen let out a throaty laugh, then climbed onto the bed, placing one flawless foot squarely on his chest as she looked down at him.

"Still wrong," she said. "Leon, you won’t be able to call me anything soon—because I’m going to tape your mouth shut. Whatever we end up doing next, the only sounds you’ll be able to make are ‘mmh mmh mmh,’ understood?"

Holding grudges was a dragon’s nature. But Rosvisser was in a class of her own when it came to remembering debts.

Before Leon could even open his mouth to stall, she gave her next order:

"Now then, my dear dragon hero—put that tape over your own mouth. Don’t make me repeat myself~ and don’t make me do it for you."

Leon knew resisting would be suicide, and talking more wouldn’t change his fate tonight. So he obediently tore off a strip of tape and pressed it over his mouth.

"Mmm~ how does it feel, my hero?"

Leon: ==

"Aw, poor thing," Rosvisser purred. "I forgot—you can’t talk now, can you? So pitiful~ Maybe this will do instead.

‘Husband.’"

She leaned down, straddling his stomach. The firm softness of her thighs pressed against his ribs on either side.

"If it feels bad, blink," she said.

Leon blinked furiously.

"If it feels good, let your heart beat."

Leon: ?

"You’re insane! You’re seriously—no, you are insane!"

"Ahh~ look at that, husband. Your heart’s pounding, but you’ve stopped blinking. So with that tape on, looks like ‘comfortable’ outweighs ‘uncomfortable,’ hmm?"

Great, Leon thought sourly. With you teaching the kids math, I can finally die in peace.

"Now then... don’t forget the magic-suppression cuffs and anklets. Come on, put them on, good boy."

She looked like an angel in that white nightdress—but everything she did was pure demon.

Leon was already desperate for Aurora to start the next Time Web spell. Next time, he was going to make that pink-haired brat restore his admin privileges.

He silently fastened the “magic-suppression” restraints around himself. Of course, they were just toys the couple had designed together—more bedroom play than real instruments.

No need to bring out actual torture devices for marital affairs.

"Mmm, good. That’s my hero..."

Rosvisser leaned down, her full breasts pressing against his chest, breath warm and sweet by his ear.

"After tonight," she whispered, "if there’s even a single drop left in you, I’ll admit defeat. Hmph~ are you... ready?"

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