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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 9, Chapter 7: Tasting Food
Volume 9, Chapter 7: Tasting Food
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A few days later, while Rosvisser was handling affairs, she received a letter from Constantine.The opening lines conveyed Old Con’s thanks to Leon and Rosvisser for stepping in this time; after that came a brief account of Orion, Wu, and the others’ next arrangements.
Wu, having been away from the Red Flame Dragon Clan too long to readapt to clan life, went with Cloti to the Blazing Sun Clan once the war ended.
Reading and sighing softly at the same time, Rosvisser murmured, “Lovers, at last, become a family.”
She smiled and read on.
“After returning to the Blazing Sun Clan, Fuyuan will resign the office of City Lord and strongly recommend to the elders that Orion succeed him. The relevant formalities should be completed in about a month...”
The woman arched her fine brows and gave a wry little laugh.
How enterprising—to break with the Red Flames. Still, she never managed Red Flame business to begin with. The choice is hers, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It all depends on what Constantine decides in the end.
Turning the page as she read, Rosvisser came to the postscript:
“Lastly, please inform Leon that, if he isn’t tied up in the near term, he should come to the Red Flame Dragons. There’s another matter for which I need his help.”
Rosvisser blinked. “Another thing he wants Leon for? What could it be...”
She couldn’t guess.
But the letter made clear the whereabouts and plans of the ones in question, so there was no need to keep worrying.
Just as Rosvisser was wondering what else Old Con would ask of Leon, a noise rose from below the throne.
She set the letter down and looked up.
Leon and Kaiser were hauling a huge full-length floor mirror between them.
The mirror looked heavy; the two of them bent their knees and tried to coordinate, not very smoothly—like two clumsy northern geese.
“Left, left, left—no, no—right, right, right—hey—no, wrong again, left—”
“Leon, give me a precise direction or this mirror will shatter before we reach the stairs.”
“Alright. I’ll count three-two-one and we both step left.”
“Okay.”
“Three—two—one—go—hey! Kaiser, why are you frozen again!”
“We Void people count down to zero.”
“...”
The queen leaned forward to watch the show, chin in one hand, eyes narrowed, smiling at them.
“Weren’t you two perfectly in sync when you teamed up against Atos? How is it you can’t carry a mirror?”
Leon looked up, face serious.
“This isn’t an ordinary mirror.”
Rosvisser’s lovely brow lifted. “It is...?”
“It’s a custom full-length bedroom mirror. Three times stronger than a normal one.”
Rosvisser:...
“Still sounds ordinary...”
She changed tack. “So what are you doing with it?”
“I told you—full-length bedroom mirror, so it goes... in the bedroom.”
He waved a hand.
“Forget it, I’ll explain later. Kaiser—lift. This time we count forward: one-two-three, OK?”
“OK!”
“One—two—three—go—ahh, now that’s it! That’s how the two strongest men coordinate! Your sister will be proud of you from the Time Palace!”
From the side, Rosvisser watched them raise the mirror and inch it up the stairs, the corners of her mouth fighting not to rise.
“Honestly—having you around means Leon has fewer excuses to run off and play.”
Kaiser’s presence had, in truth, enriched Leon’s everyday life.
With the sun reignited, Saint Heath Academy had been resuming classes in stages; the children could attend again.
Though, with Safina’s help, the Silver Dragons hadn’t suffered serious losses, the day-to-day work remained heavy, and Rosvisser was still swamped.
Without Kaiser as a temporary houseguest, Leon would likely have been as aimless as before.
Now, when the two of them got in a mood, they’d haul every kind of strange contraption into the house—or go find an empty place and trade a few blows.
Either way, Leon wouldn’t be left feeling idle.
Still, Rosvisser had heard Leon say yesterday that he planned to find Kaiser a job.
Safina had sent him out to experience life; he couldn’t just clown around every day with a homebody dad. He needed to make his own way.
Rosvisser had thoughts about that, too.
“Your Majesty, these are the battle reports from the other day. Please review.”
“Oh—right. Leave them here.”
New work followed on its heels. Rosvisser gave her head a little shake, gathered her thoughts, and threw herself back into the press of duties.
...
That night, after dinner, the couple returned to their room.
As soon as she stepped in, Rosvisser lifted a hand to loosen her hair tie, kicked off her shoes, and asked casually:
“Where’d you put the mirror? Let me see.”
“In the bedroom.”
One after the other, they walked into the bedroom—and there it was: an eye-catchingly flashy full-length mirror in a purple frame.
It sat brazenly before the bed, two or three paces from the foot.
Hands set neatly, the queen circled the mirror; her fingers skimmed the frame.
“It looks a bit odd, but it feels nice to the touch.”
“Of course. I picked the material specifically—won’t tear your hands during prolonged handling,” General Leon said, pleased.
Rosvisser paused.
“Prolonged... handling? Mirrors are for looking in. Why would you be handling one for a long time?”
Wearing a sliver of a secret smile, Leon came to her side and slipped an arm around her shoulders.
“You’ll see tonight, love.”
At that, “you’ll see tonight,” Rosvisser immediately guessed what this would have to do with.
But she didn’t yet know what Leon intended to do.
It was only a mirror. How many tricks could he play?
She was, however, quite looking forward to it.
They’d been running all over for a while; it had been some time since she and Leon had deepened their feelings.
Tonight would be a fine, heated beginning to the peace about to return.
Rosvisser stepped to the wardrobe and let her long robe spill to her feet, leaving only bra and panties.
The slightly snug lace traced her perfect waist; the bra’s ties were half undone, barely clinging to her fragrant shoulder.
She raised an arm to fish out a nightdress, and the bra, naturally, slipped from her shoulder.
Even from behind, the full curve of her side-breast was lush; the peak at center held a hint of pink, like a cherry blossom bud about to open.
“I’ll shower first. Coming?”
“Of course.”
Old married couple—bathing together was as natural as breathing.
They stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower; steam blossomed.
The nightdress she’d just put on lay by the door; underthings were scattered everywhere.
They stood face to face under the spray, chest to chest, water threading through the seam where their skin met.
Rosvisser lifted a jade-pale foot, set lightly against Leon’s shins, the crooks of her knees looped over his knees so she didn’t have to tiptoe to kiss his mouth.
Gentle water beaded down from Leon’s chin to Rosvisser’s nose; she tipped her face up a little, her long lashes damp with steam, silver eyes on her lover.
Softly, she said:
“Why are your hands so well-behaved today? I thought...”
“Mm...”
Before she finished, Leon’s hand had already found its way down.
Fingers roaming—deft and tender.
Heat spread through Rosvisser; her legs and waist loosened.
“Why go there right away...?”
She nipped his earlobe in playful punishment, eyes half-closed as she leaned on his chest, her voice a little unsteady.
“Before tasting food, you clean it properly.”
“Tasting... food...”
She blinked, then understood at once.
By the time she reacted, Leon was already pressing lightly on her shoulders, settling her on the rim of the tub.
Her long, beautiful legs eased open; soft but sure touches came, sending sparks up into Rosvisser’s mind.
She tipped her head back slowly, gave herself to the feeling, and pressed the twin moons of her thighs closer together.
Low, sensual sounds of friction threaded through the bathroom, twining with the water, unbroken.
