Shut Up, Dragon, I Don't Want to Have More Children With You

Losweiser frowned, "Is there something wrong with the word 'Mother'?"

"Then what do they call me?"

"They call you Daddy."

Leon spread his hands. "See? According to normal usage, 'Daddy' is always used with 'Mom'. Mu'en is willing to call me 'Daddy' instead of 'Father', which shows she still prefers this more intimate term."

"Isn't 'Mother' an intimate term?" Losweiser asked seriously.

"Of course it's not intimate—tsk, not that it's not intimate, it's just too... formal, it makes things seem a bit distant."

Losweiser's thoughts stirred, and she didn't answer immediately, instead silently pondering Leon's words.

After a pause, Leon added, "How about we make a bet."

"What bet?"

"You have Mu'en and Noa change their address for you to 'Mom', and see if they become more willing to be intimate with you than they are now."

Losweiser pondered for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded in agreement. "Alright."

"Aren't you going to ask what the stakes are?"

"No need. If I lose, you can do whatever you want."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "Except send you home."

Leon let out a scoff and said nothing.

Losweiser lowered her head and muttered, "Mother and Mom... is the difference really that big?"

Leon didn't continue the discussion with her.

He was speaking his mind anyway. If they wanted to maintain this fake family in front of the children, then intimate terms were a necessary part of it.

Moreover, it felt really strange to hear Little Mu'en and Noa call her "Mother" all the time.

They were a family, so why should they be so polite and distant with each other?

After the topic of address ended, they fell into silence for about twenty minutes.

Losweiser slowly stood up and said, "Let's go, we have another place to go."

"Where?"

"Well... actually, I didn't just ask you out for a walk this time. I also wanted to show you something."

Losweiser said, "I can't let you go home, but this thing should be able to alleviate your troubles a little."

Leon didn't ask what it was, merely squinting as he sized up Losweiser. "You're really acting strange today, Dragon Queen."

Losweiser shrugged. "If you don't believe me, then forget it. Let's go back now."

With that, Losweiser turned around and started walking back the way they came.

But before she could take two steps, she heard Leon call out from behind her, "Hey, take me to see what it is."

Losweiser, with her back to Leon, showed a slight smile at the corner of her lips—

Finally, he took the bait!

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The feeling from the double Dragon Marks was also double.

Losweiser could achieve exaggerated effects, like lightning striking fire, just by lightly brushing her fingertips across Leon's skin.

Leon bit his lower lip, his brow furrowed, his hands clenched into fists, desperately suppressing his instincts and impulses.

But the current from the Dragon Marks washed over his wavering reason like a flood.

Losweiser didn't even need much of a prelude. Just looking down at him and smiling was enough to make the fire in his heart burn fiercely.

"Double Dragon Marks... what kind of experience is that, Leon? Can you tell me?"

She smiled, her smile seductive and alluring, like a captivating enchantress.

When dragons get excited, their minds only have two things on their mind:

Destruction and conquest.

Beyond that, they don't think about anything else.

And Losweiser was in such an excited state right now.

Just as Leon was restraining his impulses, Losweiser was also suppressing her dragon instincts.

How she longed to merge flesh and blood with the prey before her, to utterly destroy his body, will, and dignity, to force him to beg for mercy before her through the most unbearable means, and to vent her desire for conquest.

But she still couldn't.

She wanted to slowly, bit by bit, savor every moment of tormenting the person beneath her.

His endurance, his resistance, and the way he clearly wanted to abandon all reason and indulge in the Queen's tenderness, yet stubbornly held onto his principles due to the Dragon Slayer's pathetic pride, were all trophies of revenge for Losweiser.

Losweiser reached out, her hand gently brushing against Leon's burning cheek.

She admired this stubborn yet resolute face, sincerely praising this man who was, in a sense, her husband, "You're still as handsome as you were two years ago, Leon. The scar on your face has faded a bit, but it's added a touch of weariness and world-weariness, giving you more of a mature man's appeal."

A simple touch was enough to ignite the fire deep within Leon's heart.

He gritted his teeth, clinging to his last shred of rationality.

However, he knew in his heart that in the end, he still couldn't resist the resonance of the Dragon Mark.

What's more, Losweiser had tampered with his armor, adding another layer of Dragon Mark.

Under the double impact...

No one could withstand it.

And this was the back mountain, far from the Sanctuary, with no one around.

Losweiser could completely unleash her wild nature without any restraints or worries.

"Argh! Damn it—"

Leon grunted, the Dragon Mark's reaction growing more intense. He was no longer able to resist.

Losweiser's eyes curved into crescent moons, filled with endless ambiguity and tenderness.

"Leon! Leon~ Leon..."

The Dragon Mark also washed over Losweiser's reason, and she even began to unconsciously call out Leon's name.

Suddenly, the Queen's waist went soft, and she collapsed onto the Black-Gold War Chariot's chest plate.

Her two rounded mounds were slightly deformed by the hard armor.

Leon secretly rejoiced that Losweiser was still separated from him by a layer of armor. Otherwise... they would have been pressing their Dragon Marks against each other's chests right now.

However, Leon rejoiced too soon.

He watched as Losweiser slowly leaned closer to his face, her silver hair cascading down her cheek, the ends tickling Leon's forehead and the tip of his nose.

It was a ticklish sensation.

But what made his heart itch even more was something else.

Their lips were very close, only the width of an index finger apart.

Leon could even feel Losweiser's hot breath on his face.

This was a level of initiative he had never seen from her before.

So close, so very close.

So close that if she breathed any deeper, their lips would touch.

"Losweiser..."

"Leon... I, I—"

Her eyes trembled, soft and watery, as if she wanted to say something.

But she hesitated, unable to speak.

Finally, she straightened up and said coldly, "Hmph, this is just revenge, Leon."

It was unclear if she was saying this to Leon or to herself.

Leon's vision grew increasingly blurry, and his breathing became heavy.

Before his consciousness was completely consumed by the Dragon Mark, the last thing he saw was Losweiser's passionate and tender Dragon Pupils.

Flesh and armor, heat and cold, intertwined and merged wantonly in this secluded mountain cabin.

In the forest, the leaves of thousands of ancient trees swayed in the breeze, birds chirped, and cicadas buzzed incessantly. Everything seemed to be providing thorough cover for the man and woman in the cabin.

After an unknown amount of time, Leon slowly woke up.

Every part of his body ached. The slightest movement caused his joints to creak.

It felt as if all his bones had been broken and then reassembled.

He gritted his teeth against the pain and sat up, leaning against the cold wall behind him.

He raised his head and looked forward. Losweiser seemed to have just recovered from her fatigue and was calmly putting on her clothes.

The light of the Dragon Mark flickered twice like a bonfire at dawn before extinguishing.

After getting dressed, Losweiser began to put the scattered parts of the Black-Gold War Chariot back into their box, one by one.

She handled them with care, her movements meticulous.

After putting the box back in its place, Losweiser slowly walked to a spot about three meters in front of Leon and sat down slowly, leaning against the display shelf.

The Queen also looked exhausted, the flush on her face had not completely faded, her tail lay limply by her side, and her long silver hair was slightly disheveled.

Leon's head rested against the cool stone wall, and even though his eyelids felt incredibly heavy, he still met Losweiser's gaze.

The atmosphere between them was subtle, as if the recent passionate encounter had never happened.

"I want to rest for a bit before we head back," Leon said.

"Mhm."

Her voice sounded a little hoarse.

She must have been so engrossed in their recent activities that her throat was sore from shouting.

Leon looked at her tired appearance and sensed that her mood seemed a little down.

Leon had noticed this after a few "encounters."

But thinking about it carefully, it was normal.

Because while shaming Leon in this way, she was also eroding her own boundaries and inner self.

The satisfaction of revenge only existed in the moment, not afterward.

However, Leon did not proactively ask or show concern for Losweiser.

She would be fine in a few minutes anyway, and would return to being that aloof, cunning Silver Dragon Queen.

Leon leaned silently against the corner of the wall, his head bowed, saying nothing.

Rustle—

The sound of fabric brushing against skin again.