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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 9, Chapter 8: Willing to Fall
Volume 9, Chapter 8: Willing to Fall
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Mmh...Her smooth, delicate back pressed lightly to the wall, the beauty’s two legs—supple as venomous snakes—locked tight around the man’s powerful waist.
Leon had his hands under her full thighs, stumbling with her from the bathroom all the way into the bedroom.
The “standing hold” let Rosvisser feel, in the violence of each impact, the perfect melding with Leon; that dynamic, forceful way was one of her favorites.
But the “standing hold” demanded arms and core from the man; miss the angle by a little and even one or two thrusts wouldn’t satisfy the woman.
Leon, luckily, never lacked for... power.
Water ran through the clefts of his muscles like rivers through mountain gullies; his broad, warm palms, fingers spread, sank lightly into the flesh of Rosvisser’s thighs, doing his utmost to maximize skin-to-skin contact.
The lingering warmth of steam still moved between chest and belly; by now it was impossible to tell whether that moist, faintly sticky feel came from the vapor or from... something else.
At last, in perfect tacit understanding, they sat at the foot of the bed.
Leon sat down; Rosvisser dropped into a duck-sit across his lap.
Breathless, cheeks flushed, she braced one hand on Leon’s shoulder; with the other she swept her wet hair from her chest back over her shoulders, hooked an arm around his neck, arched a little, and unspooled the beauty of her upper body.
“I do want to see... what on earth a mirror changes.”
In her silver eyes the air was thick with heat; she leaned in until their foreheads touched.
“If I’m not satisfied... darling, you know what happens.”
Getting a “satisfied” out of Rosvisser could be hard—or very easy.
They’d been married over a decade; she had never once been disappointed.
Credit, in no small part, to her husband’s ferocious physical gifts; even her full dragon shell was nothing for him.
So, in truth, “satisfied or not” came down to base stats; any number of “skills” only gilded the lily.
Even these “wedding nights” they’d been forced to live again and again from the very start had, over countless couplings, grown ever more important.
That was why they kept inventing plots and play.
This time too, Rosvisser was eager—what tricks did the mirror hold.
Faced head-on with Rosvisser’s “threat,” Leon didn’t yield an inch.
He scooped her up, palms slipping under her arms, and eased her back.
“I’ll make you all satisfied. And...”
Rosvisser lifted a brow, teased out the tip of a wet tongue, and licked lightly across the V of his hand as it held her up, then raised her eyes and asked softly:
“And what?”
“And you’ll watch with your own eyes just how satisfied you get.”
The queen blinked.
“Watch with my own eyes? Mm... the dragon-marks aren’t even all lit and you’re already making big promises. How long since we recorded on a shadow-stone? Where would I be ‘watching’ from?”
She huffed—and Leon simply rose without warning and bore her to that tall, upright mirror.
In the reflection, at the instant the cool glass touched Rosvisser’s skin, her waist went a little soft.
“You... adjusted quickly.”
Her beautiful eyes tipped up, a little provocatively.
“And then? That’s it?”
“Turn around,” Leon said low, like issuing an order.
Rosvisser blinked.
“Turn around? Ah... I thought you wanted to watch my frustrated face—fine, fine, we’ll do it your way. Let’s see what tricks you’ve got.”
Rosvisser obediently turned.
The moment she faced the mirror full-on and saw the reflection, the smile on her lips vanished.
“You can’t be—ah! Careful, idiot—if you push that hard and break me, what then?”
Leon’s hand slipped in from behind to take her by the nape, then pressed her upper body down a little.
She hadn’t even processed it; her hands moved on instinct to brace the mirror’s frame.
“I told you last time, love—this mirror’s three grades tougher than the old one. Even if you can’t help yourself and claw down with all your strength, it won’t shatter.”
He bent with her; his hot chest lay to her slightly cooled back. He brought his lips to her ear and murmured:
“You know, love—usually you rip the sheets.”
“...”
Color rippled across Rosvisser’s face. Bent like this, rump lifted, she was already shy; with Leon saying outrageous things, she flushed hotter still.
And all that was nothing compared to what came next.
Biting her lip, Rosvisser lifted her gaze to the mirror.
Pinned, wrists folded and trapped by Leon at the small of her back, she could only move her legs.
But in this posture, even legs could only swing a little to either side—if anything, giving Leon more “operating room.”
Worst of all...
Her eyes slid downward. Bent with her hips tipped, her pair up front
hung unbound, just like that.
Thanks to this awful posture, she could feel their weight acutely.
Her hips were already cocked; there was nothing left to hide behind.
Which—also happened to be part of the mirror’s function.
To lay everything bare to her own eyes.
Rosvisser narrowed her bright eyes and hissed:
“How can you—this is too shameful...”
She tried to close her eyes.
But every little motion reflected right back at her; with Leon behind, he saw it all.
“Don’t close them, Rosvisser. Keep looking!”
He freed one hand and traced lightly over her burning cheek.
“Watch closely how I conquer my little wanton dragon.”
Rosvisser forced her eyes open, face red, and pushed back stubbornly.
“D-don’t call me that...”
“What’s wrong? Do you think the you in the mirror... isn’t lewd enough?”
With the measured sting of words, Leon began his demonstration of stats.
Rosvisser’s body moved to his rhythm...
Including the pair on her chest, sloshing back and forth like water balloons.
She couldn’t stand the shame rising inside; if she couldn’t close her eyes, she could at least look away.
But the instant she turned her head, Leon took her chin and forced her face back to the mirror.
“No closing. No looking away. Understood?”
Brows knit, Rosvisser stared at herself.
She was dying of shame—yet in her eyes and in her face there was a plea for Leon to give her more.
In the next instant, shame, disgust, disdain—every negative feeling—surged up from the bottom of her heart; and woven through them was...
...a deep, deep satisfaction.
It was like falling into an abyss—except she knew the bottom wasn’t mud; it was honey. Fall, and she would never climb out again.
And she jumped willingly.
The sweetness of the fall was so good—half hating herself, half reveling in it.
And all it took to taste something this complicated was—just—a—mirror.
“Ha—ha~ ha~~”
Her cheek pressed to the glass; the breath from her mouth fogged the surface with a thin mist, masking the reflection.
That let Rosvisser breathe a little easier.
With the fog hiding her debauched, fallen look, the taboo pressure in her heart eased.
Leon, of course, wasn’t about to let her off.
“Clever little she-dragon.”
His voice came right behind her.
Rosvisser’s eyes skittered. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“You fog the mirror with breath so you can’t see yourself. Right?”
“I... didn’t!”
Leon reached out and wiped the haze away. Rosvisser’s face—and that bent, lowered, shameful pose—were exposed to her own eyes again.
More than that, this time he pressed her cheek lightly to hold her gaze fixed to the glass.
“Since the mist blurred the mirror, wiping it means your breath won’t fog it again for a while. Which means...”
Feeling the warmth under his palm, Leon knew she was blushing again.
“Your little tricks won’t work anymore. You can only keep—on—watching yourself.”
He paused his motion, leaned in beside her face, and, setting aside the earlier dominance, let his voice turn tender and close.
“If you don’t like this, we’ll stop.”
“I know exactly what you’re saying.”
This kind of ‘mind play’—it breaks and rules her from the inside.
He’d ground her shame underfoot; before going deeper, he still chose to respect her will.
The queen snorted, amused and scornful in one.
“Don’t like it? Where do you see that I don’t? I’m in love with it. And besides—everything you bully me with, I like, Leon. So... show me just how low I sink in front of you. I’m already...”
She turned her head a little and brushed a light kiss to Leon’s cheek.
“Im—pa—tient—already~”
