Published at 25th of August 2026 9:06 am

Volume 8, Chapter 52: I'll Always Love You More Than a Second Ago

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When she thought about it, it had been a long time since the two of them had used the woman-on-top position.

That was probably because, as Rosvisser’s understanding of married pleasure deepened, she gradually realized that the act itself was meant for enjoyment — not to satisfy some childish urge to dominate.

So, as a wife, how could she make sure to enjoy herself to the fullest?

The answer was simple — just lie down and let go.

General Leon’s physique and stamina alone could already give her the perfect experience. All she had to do was ignite the dragon markings on her skin, empty her mind, and let primal desire devour her reason.

But tonight was different.

To punish Leon, the Dragon Queen had decided... to take the reins again.

Her waist, supple as a water serpent’s, moved in sinuous waves. The beauty’s eyes were closed, her lips parted, soft breaths spilling from her throat one after another. She tilted her head back, eyes shut tight, letting each motion wash through her body, savoring every spark of contact.

"Ha... hah... ahh~~—"

"Leon... do you know...?"

She didn’t want to waste her breath, but a few well-timed words could punish her reckless, insolent husband far better than silence.

"Doing it like this... mm~ it’s tiring, but the advantage is—"

"The advantage is that I can control the strength and rhythm however I please..."

"Do you know what that means... this—no, wait, not like—ah—"

Her silver hair clung to her flushed skin. Before she could finish her sentence, a rush of shivering pleasure shot from the back of her head down her spine, coiling at her waist before flooding through her entire body.

A violent tremor seized her again. Damp heat spread beneath the thin white nightdress; sweat traced down her thighs to the hollow of her knees.

Rosvisser bit her lip, face crimson, breath coming rough and uneven.

She looked down at Leon through heavy-lidded eyes.

"You glare at me, and before you know it... mm, that’s on you, of course."

"To think you can just lie there without moving and still make me... lose control like this."

She raised her hands, sweeping her long silver hair back over her shoulders, exposing the full soft curve of her breasts.

"So, back to what I was saying — do you know the real benefit of me being on top?"

"The benefit is... that when I lower my head, I get to see you — struggling, but enjoying it."

She drew in a deep breath, released it in a moan of pleasure, then lifted her hands again to caress her flushed, damp cheeks.

Through the gaps between her fingers, her silver eyes shimmered with affection as she gazed down at him.

"Do you know how much that expression of yours drives me crazy...?

The one who’s pushing this strongest man to the edge of heaven and hell — is me...

The one who makes you show that look of pure torment — is me...

Husband... it’s wonderful... it’s so wonderful...

And now... I’ll make you suffer even more...

I’ll make you understand that your wife... is a cruel fairy, a wicked demon through and through...

Are you ready, my love?

Give it to me... give me everything... not a single drop left!

It seemed that Aurora’s Time-Web spell, the one that had sent her back, had also reawakened a trace of her old yandere streak.

Insatiable. Relentless.

And tonight, her opponent was Leon — silenced with tape across his mouth.

All she had to do was taunt him with her words while he could do nothing to answer back.

She was lost to madness — in body, in voice, in every sense, she won this contest of intimacy completely.

Leon couldn’t remember how many times he endured the dragon’s assaults that night. Judging from Rosvisser’s satisfied smile when she finally collapsed beside him, the number was likely in the thousands.

The two of them lay close together, sharing body heat, wrapped in each other’s arms as they drifted into sleep.

The next morning, Leon slowly came to.

Before his consciousness even cleared, a sharp, needle-like pain pricked the back of his head.

The usual aftermath of excess — every time he and Rosvisser waged one of their great nightly “wars,” he’d wake up like this.

With a dull ache and faint fatigue, he sat up and looked toward the vanity.

Rosvisser was already there, putting on makeup.

Hearing the sound behind her, she glanced at his reflection in the mirror while applying lipstick.

"Awake?"

"Mm..."

Leon mumbled in reply, patting his head.

"What is it? Headache?" Rosvisser asked softly.

"A little..."

Leon frowned. "But it’s not that usual kind of ache after a... high-intensity round. This one’s different. Never had it before."

Besides the sharp pain at the back of his head, there was another, stranger kind of pressure this time.

"Hard to describe — swollen, dizzy. Relax. You blacked out so many times, waking up dizzy’s normal," Rosvisser said with the calm tone of experience.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Blacked out? Who? Me?"

"Who else? Was there a third person last night?"

Finishing her makeup, Rosvisser turned lazily, crossing one leg over the other as she looked at him.

"There was a stretch in the middle where you went completely rigid, toes curled, couldn’t breathe — looks like you... mm, overexerted yourself a bit and passed out a few times from lack of oxygen."

She sighed dramatically.

"If you insist on phrasing it another way... then yes, you fainted because I fucked you unconscious."

You fainted because I fucked you unconscious...

General Leon froze, thinking he must still be dreaming.

"H-hey! You can’t just say that! Dragons aren’t supposed to say things like that!!"

If a husband had to wake up every morning and say something like, "Sorry, honey, I fucked you senseless last night," it’d be too much for anyone to bear.

But to Rosvisser, she said it as casually as if she were saying, “Let’s have breakfast.”

After a moment of stunned silence, Leon composed himself.

Seeing her smug crescent-eyed smile, he knew she was saying it on purpose.

Thinking quickly, Leon shot back:

"Oh, no wonder you’re so familiar with it — you’ve blacked out plenty of times yourself over the years."

He meant it as a jab, a way to save some face — that both of them had fainted before, so neither could talk big.

But Rosvisser just nodded serenely.

"Mm-hmm. You did well. Keep it up. Make me faint a few more times."

Leon: "?"

Wait—what?

This dragoness was agreeing with him? Since when had she become this obedient?

Leon was baffled.

Rosvisser noticed his confusion. She stood, walked slowly over to the bed, and sat down beside him. Then she leaned in close, so close their noses brushed.

Their eyes met — warm breath mingled between them.

"Last night was my revenge," she whispered. "Now that it’s over, Leon... from this moment on, I’ll love you even more than before."

Leon blinked, face flushing red.

"Why say something like that all of a sudden..."

The queen smiled, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head, silver hair sliding forward over her shoulders.

"In another timeline, I came to understand a more complete version of you. Naturally, the more I understood, the deeper my love grew."

"I only hope that someday, Aurora can find another timeline where I can understand myself better too."

"And when that happens... you’ll love me even more, won’t you?"

It was rare for her to be this straightforward.

That alone showed how deeply the Time-Web spell had changed the bond between them.

As for her words — that when he saw the version of her from another timeline, he’d love her even more...

Leon chuckled softly, raising his hand to stroke her cheek.

"There’s no need to go to another timeline, Rosvisser. Because..."

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