Shut Up, Evil Dragon, I Don't Want to Have Children with You Again

Losweiser began to play along with him. "It's not like us dragons have family planning anyway."

"Yay! Wife, you're the best! Muuuuu~~~"

Puckering his lips, Leon moved in to kiss her.

Losweiser hurriedly raised a hand and covered his face. "Don't take the chance to cop a feel, idiot."

But today, Leon absolutely had to get that "mu" out.

"Muuua!"

In the end, he planted a kiss right on Losweiser's tail.

This was the most speechless night Losweiser had experienced in two hundred years.

The tragic part was that this might only be the beginning of the night.

"Wife." His tone suddenly plummeted, turning low and subdued.

"What is it now?"

Thump—

Leon suddenly leaned against Losweiser's shoulder.

Losweiser trembled slightly, but she did not push him away, letting him lean on her like that.

"Dad and Mom miss you too."

Leon lowered his head and looked at the floor, his voice unable to conceal its desolation and loneliness. "It seems like we haven't gone home in two years. When will you come home with me to see them?"

Dad and Mom...

He meant his Master and Master's wife, right?

Losweiser turned her head, her chin inadvertently brushing through his hair. She raised a hand and gently patted his cheek, saying softly, "We'll go back once we're settled."

"Really, wife?"

Losweiser hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Mm, really."

"Wife, you're so good!"

Smack—another kiss landed on Losweiser's tail.

But this time, the Queen did not disdain it or reject him.

She merely stared blankly at the side of the man's face.

Perhaps, at this very moment, he was not the valiant Dragon Slayer of the Empire.

He was only... a boy who missed home.

Yet by the workings of fate, even if he wanted to return, there was no way back.

While his head was still all muddled, she might as well let him indulge his mouth a little.

"Wife."

Leon's voice interrupted Losweiser's thoughts, and she answered instinctively, "Mm?"

The instant she replied, Losweiser froze.

Why had she answered so naturally?

As though... as though she really were Leon's wife.

Losweiser shook her head, telling herself inwardly that she was only playing along with a lunatic idiot's act.

"I... I feel a little unwell."

Losweiser turned to look at him. "Where does it hurt?"

"I can't really say where..."

Leon raised a hand and scratched at his chest. "It's just... my whole body feels hot, and my chest feels itchy..."

Losweiser's eyes shifted slightly. The next second, she seemed to suddenly realize something.

She pulled open Leon's collar and looked at the dragon mark on his chest.

"This is bad."

The dragon mark flickered with a faint glow, and its light grew ever stronger.

And the discomfort Leon had just described began to appear in Losweiser's own body as well.

"Help me... Wife, I feel awful..."

As he spoke, Leon moved closer, pressing his entire body tightly against Losweiser.

He tried to pinch her chin and steal a kiss.

But Losweiser still retained a sliver of reason. She turned her head away at once and brushed Leon's hand aside. "Don't be like this, Leon..."

"But I'm really suffering, wife... You can help me, can't you?"

"I, I... no—ah!"

Without any warning, Leon pressed down on Losweiser's shoulders and pinned her onto the bed.

"Leon, you bastard... What are you doing?!"

Losweiser tried to break free, but Leon was no longer in the state he had been in before.

His whole body was brimming with strength.

Leon held the tip of Losweiser's tail in his mouth, freeing up both hands to do something more "meaningful."

He tore open the clothes across his chest, revealing the dragon mark that could no longer be restrained.

This time, the dragon mark had changed slightly.

Besides its faint glow, flickers of lightning danced across it.

"Is that... the Lightning Element...?"

Losweiser's eyes widened slightly, before she noticed something else.

Looking at the tail tip caught in Leon's mouth, she said helplessly, "My tail drags along the ground all day. Aren't you disgusted putting it in your mouth?"

With the tail between his teeth, Leon mumbled indistinctly, "Wife's tail smells nice. It's very clean."

"Even so, no! Let go!"

Losweiser directly pulled her tail out of Leon's mouth.

The reaction of the dragon mark on his chest grew even more intense.

She had no idea what specific effect Lightning Element mixed into the dragon mark's reaction would have.

But the most direct sensation coursing through her body was... that her desire for "reproduction" was stronger than it had ever been before.

She clenched the bedsheets beneath her and bit her lower lip, trying to make one last stand before both of them lost all reason. "No, Leon... Don't do this."

Leon merely raised a hand and pressed his index finger against Losweiser's lips.

That single gesture of silencing her made it clear that his state was completely different from before.

Mixed into that flippant, teasing attitude was a madness and savagery that made him impossible to refuse.

"Le... on..."

She wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she found herself unable to say anything at all.

Treated by this man in the most disrespectful, most invasive way, Losweiser did not feel even the slightest anger.

Quite the opposite.

She even felt a little... anticipation.

"Melkwy, you're beautiful tonight." The man's voice was low and hoarse, his gaze profound.

The silver-haired beauty's pupils trembled, and hazy longing rippled through her eyes, along with a trace of surprise and shock.

"Fine, then... tonight only."

The Queen loosened her tense body slightly.

A blush crept over her exquisite cheeks, and her consciousness gradually began to willingly embrace the wonderful sensation brought by the dragon mark.

Boom—

With a thunderous crash, the Lightning Skirt garment dripped, scattered, and fell—a signal that war had begun.

Inside the room, decadent sounds rose in a wild, unrestrained torrent;

Outside, wind and rain raged, thunder rumbling without end.

Torrential rain and lightning intertwined. Every peal of thunder was accompanied by an even fiercer downpour.

Raindrops lashed violently against the glass, producing crisp pattering sounds.

The gale howled and poured through the cracks, only to turn into warm air, sweet and intimate.

This was a rainstorm that stretched on without end.

It seemed it would not stop even by tomorrow morning.

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Leon woke from utter exhaustion.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, with not the slightest trace remaining of last night's storm.

Beneath him was a soft yet disheveled bed.

Messy was no longer enough to describe this bed.

"Utter shambles" was more like it.

He raised a hand to rub his throbbing temple, but even that simple motion made the joints in his arm crack and pop.

A burst of explosive pain followed.

"Hiss—"

Leon let out a muffled groan through the pain, then tried to recall what had happened last night.

He remembered that, before losing consciousness, Losweiser had come to ask him about Dragon's Might.

Then the Dragon Queen had said that his human body couldn't withstand dragon medicine.

In a moment of hotheadedness, Leon had swallowed the medicine.

And after that...

There was no after that.

There was a... blank spot in his memory!

Rustle—

The sound of fabric brushing against skin reached him, and Leon looked toward it.

Before the table stood a slender, dignified figure seen from behind.