Vol 7. Chapter 56: You Don’t Want Your Child Expelled, Do You?

"Mhm, you can."

Rosvisser didn’t object.

"But you’ll need to wait a bit longer."

"Oh? Why?"

"The intel Sherry sent back says there’s unrest among Apollo’s descendants lately. Intense internal competition. It’s not a good time to visit."

Leon nodded.

"Got it."

"You busy tonight?" Rosvisser smoothly changed the subject.

Leon blinked. "No, why do you ask?"

"The custom outfit I ordered finally arrived. We can try it on tonight."

Custom outfit.

The moment Leon realized what she meant, a cold shiver ran down his spine.

It was something Rosvisser dreamed up not long after he resigned as vice principal—a so-called “perfect blend of visuals and narrative,” supposedly guaranteed to reignite “the honeymoon flames from over a decade ago.”

Though Leon felt their marriage never lacked passion, Rosvisser insisted it was a “literary device of contrast.”

"Forget whether the sun will be reignited—what’s certain is that our bedroom’s about to be thrown onto a fire," Leon thought wryly.

Thinking back, it was true their “homework submission rate” had dropped recently.

Partly because Rosvisser had been busy with work. And Leon had been carving out time to train with the Five-Spirit Codex.

Which was probably why Rosvisser asked, "You busy tonight?"

Back in the day, would the queen even ask first?

She’d have pounced on him by now!

Seeing Leon hesitate, Rosvisser gave him a mischievous smile.

"What? Afraid it’s been too long since you tried something new? Worried your old bones can’t handle it?"

Provocation—always the most effective tactic against her brute of a husband.

"Who are you calling old bones?"

Leon leaned in and gave the base of her tail a firm smack, making Rosvisser’s cheeks flush red as she quickly swatted his hand away.

"Tonight, I’ll show you just how sharp this blade still is!"

Rosvisser glared at him, face crimson. "Don’t make me prove it tonight."

With that, she folded her arms under her chest, flicked her tail, and strode off the balcony.

Leon watched his wife’s retreating figure and chuckled quietly.

One of the perks of marrying a long-lived dragon—time didn’t weigh on them the way it did on mortals. Their emotional trajectory was slower, stretched across decades.

Still, what really sustained a marriage was mutual understanding and compromise.

Dragonkind were mostly loyal and devoted—once they chose a man, even if it took them a while to realize it, they were all in.

Even if Rosvisser hadn’t made that vow back then, she had already, under Muse’s guidance, picked up her bow and quiver again.

Leon’s gaze shifted to his youngest daughter below.

"A hundred percent accuracy, huh... hard not to think of that one."

As one of the rare gunners in the anti-dragon corps, that crazy girl was a true master of the cat-paw rifle domain.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in Leon’s mind.

"Why not send Muse to learn from her over summer break?"

He silently made a mental note to ask Muse about it later.

...

That evening, Leon was preparing to head into battle.

The battlefield? Rosvisser’s private library.

She said it better fit the “plot setting.”

Great. Now Leon wasn’t just doing roleplay—scene props and set design were part of the experience too.

If this kept up, he half-suspected Rosvisser would one day recreate a scene one-to-one straight out of the little phoenix novels she secretly read.

When Leon arrived at the library, it was empty.

Rosvisser had cleared the entire floor to avoid interruptions.

Leon sat down familiarly. On the desk were some symbolic work documents—discarded, unimportant papers placed there for show.

As he waited for the queen’s grand entrance, he idly flipped through the fake files.

Not long after, he heard a knock at the door.

"Excuse me... is this Vice Principal Leon’s office?"

A soft, delicate female voice drifted in from the doorway.

Leon set the documents down and played along.

"Yes, please come in."

Rosvisser strutted in with practiced grace.

Leon’s first reaction was to shout—“DAMN.”

Custom-tailored office attire—her full, soft curves strained against the buttons of the blouse, exposing snowy skin;

Below, a high-slit short skirt and sheer black stockings. The flesh-colored shimmer beneath the hem danced in and out of view, igniting dangerous thoughts.

Blushing, Rosvisser tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on her nose, and murmured,

"Vice Principal Leon... I’m Rosvisser. I heard my child got into a fight at school, and you asked to see me...?"

Leaning back in his chair, Leon crossed one leg over the other like a superior.

"You’re Rosvisser? Come here and let me take a good look."

"Y-Yes, Vice Principal."

Rosvisser stepped forward slowly, her red-bottom heels tapping crisply against the floor.

Standing beside the desk, her heaving chest was barely contained, enhanced by a deliberately shy gaze and rosy cheeks. She looked drop-dead stunning.

Leon gave her a mental 100 out of 100.

As eager as he was to get started, he still had to stick to the script.

"Why would you come to school dressed like that?" Leon asked. "Completely indecent."

"I’m sorry, Vice Principal... this is just how I normally dress. But actually... I’m a very conservative woman."

Rosvisser bit her red lip lightly. "Let’s talk about my child instead."

"Alright. This is the school’s expulsion letter. In other words, your child is about to be expelled."

Rosvisser gasped and bent over anxiously, cupping Leon’s hand in hers.

Moments ago, he could only look up at that enormous bust—now, bent over like this, they were practically swaying right in front of his eyes.

She pressed his hand to her chest and pleaded.

"You can’t! Vice Principal, it was so hard for me to get my child into this school! You can’t expel them!"

"No room for discussion, Ms. Rosvisser. Your child is too unruly. We can’t manage them. Expulsion is the only option."

Tears welled in Rosvisser’s eyes. She clutched Leon’s hand tighter.

"No, it can’t be... I can’t accept this... H-how about this? I’ll offer you some precious jewels. Please let my child stay!"

Leon pulled his hand back and snorted coldly.

"I don’t need money."

"T-Then... fine silk bedsheets, gourmet delicacies—I’ll give you anything you like!"

Rosvisser dropped to her knees, resting them deliberately atop Leon’s shoes.

Her slender, stocking-wrapped foot slipped partway out of the red heel, revealing a hint of flesh-toned heel beneath the black nylon.

Looking up at him, her expression was pitiful.

"Please... Vice Principal... just let my child stay..."

"You really want your child to stay?"

"Mhm! I’ll do anything, as long as they can stay!"

"Hmph. Fine. You mentioned delicacies earlier... but to me, the world’s finest delicacy isn’t far away—it’s right in front of me."

Leon reached out and gently pinched her chin.

Rosvisser flinched, quickly turning her face away.

"N-no! Vice Principal... I told you, I’m... I’m a very conservative woman! I won’t do that sort of thing!"

"Ms. Rosvisser... you don’t want your child expelled, do you?"

"Ah... ah... I..."

"Stand up. Take your clothes off," Leon ordered.

Blushing fiercely, Rosvisser hesitated—but still refused.

"I... I don’t want to!"

"For every piece you ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ take off, your child can stay one more week. A pretty good deal, wouldn’t you say?"

After a brief hesitation, Rosvisser slowly stood up.

She clenched her silver-white teeth, eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses full of reluctant disdain.

But her hands moved anyway, unfastening the buttons on her blouse.

Soon, the outer layer fell away.

"Very good. That buys your child one more week in school. But really, how much can they learn in just a week? So, Ms. Rosvisser..."

"You—you bastard!!"

Leon raised a hand.

"Yes, I’m a bastard. But don’t forget—you’re the one begging me right now."

"I...!"

"Besides, doing it one piece at a time is too tedious."

He put on a troubled expression before suggesting,

"How about this—every night you spend with me buys your child a full month. Better deal, don’t you think?"

"S-spend the night... with you...?"

"A lot more efficient, Ms. Rosvisser. Think it over."

After a moment’s thought, Rosvisser gave in.

Leon grabbed her wrist and pulled her half-naked form into his arms.

Still half-kneeling, he tore the black stockings at the seam, hands seeking the hidden places.

Silver dragon markings lit up. Her silver tail swept the desk clean of documents and books as Rosvisser bent over it.

"Ah... Ms. Rosvisser, didn’t you just say you were a conservative woman?"

Leaning over her, Leon brushed her hair aside and whispered into her ear:

"But would a conservative woman do something like this? Hmm? So... you actually enjoy it too, don’t you?"

Rosvisser raised her head, eyes hazy and trembling.

"I... I do not! I don’t like this sort of thing at all!"

"Then I’ll stop~"

"No!—wait, that’s not what I meant—!"

"Say it. Say you want this."

Amid the rhythm, Rosvisser closed her eyes.

"I... I want this!"

"Say that even for your child’s sake... you want it."

"Even... even if it’s not for my child... I—I still want this!"

"Good girl, little dragon mama."

Leon let go of her hair and slowly wrapped her tail around his arm.

"Now then... enjoy the night."