Vol 6. Chapter 136: Yes Yes Yes, Second Sister, Yes Yes Yes

Rosvisser’s dragon tail drew rippling folds across the silk bedding.

Sha sha sha sha.

The sound of dragon scales rubbing against the expensive fabric scratched at the senses.

Moonlight refracted through the crystal lamp, scattering across her scales, which gleamed with a pearly luster.

Leon’s fingertips trailed along where her delicate, heated skin blended into the emerging fine scales of her dragon tail.

"Mmm... it tickles..."

The Queen suddenly arched her back, her tailtip unconsciously coiling around Leon’s ankle. Her body became visibly more sensitive as her emotions stirred, the originally silvery irises of her eyes now taking on a metallic shimmer.

Leon gently circled his fingertips around the soft hollow of her waist, the sensation magnified by the dragon patterns embedded there.

"If it tickles, then I’ll stop," Leon said, his teasing tone dripping with playful cruelty.

Rosvisser snuggled closer into the man’s embrace, pressing her chest against his, the two of them now separated by almost nothing.

"Don’t..." the Queen whimpered softly.

"Don’t?"

Rosvisser closed her eyes. Her long, pale lashes brushed against Leon’s shoulder. She tilted her head slightly upward, her small, delicate chin lightly scraping past the tip of Leon’s nose.

"Don’t stop..."

The three dragon patterns activated at once, and even though it was just light caressing, it was enough to render her, who had gone without deeper intimacy for months, nearly incoherent.

Just minutes ago, she had vowed she would exhaust Leon until he couldn’t even retort.

Yet she didn’t last.

The first to collapse into disarray was her.

Rosvisser was now completely drowning, thoroughly indulging in the physical bliss she shared with Leon.

It was such a depraved and shameful thing, yet it felt like she was addicted, unable to stop.

Feeling Leon’s body heat, she sank ever deeper, unable to pull herself free.

The pounding in her heart could no longer be concealed. Rosvisser let it surge freely.

From the initial suppressed, shameful growls, to gradually unrestrained enjoyment, and finally to complete, voiceless surrender.

Her tender body trembled slightly, her pupils rolling back, letting the waves of pleasure assault all her senses without resistance.

She didn’t want to waste a single millisecond of the sensation, just like a traveler who, after wandering a desert, stumbles across an oasis and would do anything to savor every drop of the sweet spring.

Her slender arms dropped weakly.

Because she was riding him, her body started to tilt backward.

But Leon caught her in time, supporting her lower back, pulling her back into his embrace.

Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.

Rosvisser slowly, weakly opened her eyes, her silver gaze filled with exhaustion after being thoroughly satisfied.

Yet within them still burned a deep, intense yearning and expectation.

She knew Leon would not let her go.

Rest?

There was no such thing.

Until the heavens collapsed, she wouldn’t even dream of getting a moment’s respite.

So—

Rosvisser cupped Leon’s chin and kissed him.

Silver strands # Nоvеlight # entangled, gleaming under the crystal light.

"Are we still going?" she asked in a low voice.

"Until you tell me to stop."

"If I say stop, you’ll stop?"

"No. When you say stop, that’s when tonight will truly begin, Rosvisser."

The prince smiled faintly, then buried his strong, handsome face into her soft chest.

"Then... don’t waste time, little lion. Just like before... torment me to death."

...

...

The new semester at Saint Heath Academy was about to begin.

And this semester’s focus would be "martial arts training."

So before classes officially started, she planned to polish her martial skills with her old man.

In the practice field behind the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, Noa tied her hair up into a neat ponytail, wore training clothes, and was doing warm-ups on the field.

Moon, Aurora, Muse, and Xiaoxue sat nearby, chatting as they watched the beautiful Noa run and jump.

"Big Sister is so cool! Aurora, don’t you think so?"

"Mhm mhm mhm, she is, she is!"

After not seeing their eldest sister for several months, even though they had played together for a few days in the Empire, it clearly hadn’t been enough for the second sister.

Over these few days, Aurora had practically become Moon’s professional hype girl.

Their daily conversations basically went like this:

"How can Big Sister be so amazing! Right, Aurora?"

"Right right right."

"Wow, Big Sister’s grilled steak is so delicious~ Right, Aurora?"

"Right right right."

"Ehh~ Big Sister looks super cute when she sleeps, right, Aurora?"

"Right right right."

...

Moon had started treating "right, Aurora?" as the punctuation mark for every sentence. Who could withstand that?

Aurora felt like she might as well stick a recording stone to her forehead, looping the phrase "right right right."

That way, she wouldn’t even need to speak and could still perfunctorily agree with her second sister.

Perfect.

"Mhm, let’s do it that way this afternoon—Aurora, if you want to weed the garden."

"Right, Sis." Muse suddenly turned toward Aurora.

Thank heavens, finally a sensible family member stepped in to interrupt the second sister.

"What’s up, Muse?"

"That dream you mentioned having recently, are you still having it?"

Aurora nodded. "Yeah, I dreamed it again last night."

Since Xiaoxue had been out traveling with Leon and Rosvisser these days, she didn’t know about Aurora’s dream, and so she asked curiously,

"Aurora, what kind of dream is it?"

"Umm, well..."

The little pink-haired girl narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully recalling the dream.

"It’s hard to describe, but it felt like a really grand palace. Not our Silver Dragon Sanctuary, though—it was a completely different style."

"Big, empty, and it didn’t seem like there was much inside."

"The only thing I remember clearly was a throne floating in the very center of the palace."

"...A throne?"

Xiaoxue raised her eyebrows. "Floating... throne? It wasn’t standing on the floor?"

Aurora shook her head.

"No, it was floating."

She thought for a moment longer, then continued,

"The only way to reach the throne was through a bridge shaped like an hourglass."

One end of the hourglass connected to the throne, the other to the palace gates.

"Even though the hourglass was laid horizontally, the sand inside still seemed affected by gravity, constantly flowing from the throne’s end toward the gate’s end."

After hearing Aurora’s description, Xiaoxue blinked and muttered,

"That’s... such a strange dream."

"Yeah, dreams are always weird," Aurora said. "But the strangest part is... I’ve been having this same dream over and over lately."

Muse rubbed her head, then clapped her hands together and declared solemnly,

"I know! Third Sister, it’s a prophetic dream!"

"A... prophetic dream?"

"Yeah! In the future, after mother passes the Red Dragon throne to you, you can redesign the Red Dragon Sanctuary in this style!"

Aurora was stunned.

There was a suffocating beauty to her looks.

In a way, this strange ability of hers could even rival her third sister’s talents.

But...

Aurora lowered her gaze and softly repeated Muse’s words,

"A prophetic dream, huh..."

She wasn’t sure what that dream actually meant.

But suddenly, Aurora realized something:

Every time something major was about to happen, someone in their family would have weird dreams like this.

Could it be... this time it was her turn?