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

TL Note:

Hey guys!

I apologize for the lack of updates lately 🙏 The past few days we’ve been on a tough road trip — almost 2,500 km. I’m back now and getting back into my usual routine starting tomorrow!

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Yours Santos ❤️

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Evening. The bathroom.

Steam coiled thickly in the air, veiling the two tightly entwined bodies in a haze of mist and water.

Rosvisser’s silver hair, dampened by the water, clung to her delicate back. His broad hands encircled her slender waist, his fingers gliding slowly up and down the smooth line of her spine.

Water cascaded down the walls at an angle. As the flow waned, he gently pressed her against the wall—his body shielding her back from the cold surface.

His chiseled, handsome face moved close through the curtain of the overhead shower, lips trailing heat as they kissed her gently.

Droplets fell from her long lashes. Her eyes, shimmering in the misty light, blurred by the heat and haze. Water traced down from the corner of her lips as they kissed.

Soon enough, she was completely immersed in Leon’s embrace and kisses.

After every intense union, they always bathed together to wash away exhaustion, and to savor the lingering warmth left on each other’s bodies.

The couple clung to each other, taking their time in the aftermath, kissing and caressing without the urgency of reignited desire. They were indulging in a tender, post-passion descent.

But sometimes... the descent failed.

Suddenly, the dragon marks on Leon’s chest and arms lit up.

And then—

That silky, slender, ever-so-slightly cool silver tail of hers began winding its way slowly up his thigh like a serpentine water spirit—coiling, teasing, climbing.

"Ah!—"

The tip of her tail grazed his sensitive spot. His body reacted instantly.

"Rosvisser..." he breathed.

The queen raised her eyes, lips brushing against his Adam’s apple as she murmured softly: freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Let me use my tail... one more time... don’t move... Yeah, don’t move... good boy, my little lion."

Black and silver tails coiled together.

While suppressing the heat gradually building again between them, they remained in place, playing and teasing with a dangerous sort of intimacy.

Neither looked down at the battlefield below.

They simply stood like that, on the precipice of their next climax...

One of the perks of marrying a female dragon: they always found the most unexpected ways to free up their hands... to get things done with their tails.

Leon’s arms tightened around her.

Rosvisser knew—it was time.

She picked up the pace slightly, resting her face in the crook of his neck, feeling his heartbeat racing harder and harder, whispering breathy murmurs in time with the rhythm.

Before long, a burst of warmth surged between her thighs—mingling with the water from the shower and sliding down her long, beautiful legs.

A sly smile curled at Rosvisser’s lips. Her tail unwrapped from Leon.

"Dessert after dinner. Like it?"

Leon rested his forehead on her shoulder, both hands still holding her narrow waist.

"You’re impossible, Rosvisser..."

"Mhm. Alright—rinse off, and get to bed."

After drying off, they each slipped under the covers from opposite sides of the large bed.

Though it was already past midnight, neither of them was sleepy.

Their bodies were fatigued from the fierce lovemaking, but their minds remained wide awake.

They lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling.

"How’s the competition going?" Rosvisser asked softly.

"I’ve been home ten hours, and you’re only now asking about that...?"

"For almost half of those ten hours we were busy—"

"It’s going smoothly." Leon quickly cut her off, saving her from finishing what was clearly about to be an indecent comment.

After a pause, he added:

"The second round was a real-life simulation. The kids participated too."

Rosvisser’s interest was instantly piqued. She rolled onto her side, propped her head on one hand, and looked at him.

"And? What was the challenge?"

"The academy was evaluating whether we showed responsibility toward students. Me, your sister, and Claudia all passed. The other three royal dragons didn’t."

Rosvisser blinked.

"My sister and Claudia-senpai were there too?"

"Yeah. Because of the confidentiality clause on the invitation, I only found out they were part of it after I arrived."

Leon continued:

"Your sister joined to avoid a blind date. Claudia was sent by her father—to build connections or whatever."

"A blind date?" Rosvisser looked exasperated. "When was my sister getting set up on blind dates?"

"Before Vida and Cecilia left home, of course."

Leon rolled his eyes and bit into—something.

"I don’t know if she’ll get ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) away with it, though. I think there was even a royal candidate among her suitors. What was his name... oh, the Cloud Dragon King, Beren or something—"

At the name Beren, Rosvisser instantly rolled her eyes.

"Tch. My cousin? That guy's been publicly slandering my sister for years. Then he had the nerve to come asking me for gossip? I cursed him out and sent him packing."

"Yeah, your sister told me about that legendary moment. Babe, you really are the best."

Leon gave her a big thumbs-up.

Rosvisser tugged his hand, and they naturally laced their fingers together.

"And the third round?" she asked.

"It’s a judgment test. We were told to obtain five Emerald Dragon’s Tears."

Rosvisser was visibly surprised.

"Wow. Five Emerald Dragon’s Tears... the academy sure isn’t shy about asking."

After a moment of thought, she asked again:

"You’re not all gloomy now because you went bankrupt trying to get them, are you?"

Leon nodded.

"Got them all from Constantine."

"...You two didn’t fight?"

"Why would we?"

"That’s five whole Emerald Dragon’s Tears!"

Rosvisser said:

"The Silver Dragons have been rising in status these past years. Even counting the Tears gifted by allied clans, we’ve only got nine total. Constantine’s stock wouldn’t be more than six or seven. And he gave you that many just like that?"

Leon shook his head.

"I don’t know. I said I needed them, and he just handed them over."

Then he muttered bitterly:

"The way he said it... tch. Maybe that’s what ‘bro loyalty’ looks like. Still, the academy did say they’ll return all the Tears after the test. Honestly though, I do feel a bit guilty about taking something so valuable from Constantine..."

Rosvisser narrowed her eyes suspiciously and looked at Leon.

"You really feel guilty?"

"...Nah, not really. Heh."

After a playful exchange, Rosvisser remembered something else.

"Right, Lili’s squad finally reported back."

Not long ago, Rosvisser had sent Sherry’s team to the temple under the protection of Apollo.

Now, they’d finally returned with concrete information.

"What did they find?" Leon sat up, eager to hear the results of their investigation into the descendants of Apollo.

Rosvisser leaned against the headboard, frowning slightly.

"Sherry said in her letter... something’s off about them."

"Off? What do you mean?"

"Think about it. Normally, descendants of great deities—like how Primeval Dragon King Noah revere Tiamat, or how Hera of the Golden Thunder Clan honored the universe's ruler. Even the humans worship the Dawn God... They all revere their creators with deep respect."

Rosvisser’s brows knitted further.

"But the Apollo line... they don’t seem to view their heritage as something to be proud of."

"In fact, there are factions within the clan that have started outright rejecting the name Apollo."

"Sherry’s still digging for more, but we should have clearer answers soon."

Leon lay there, staring at the ceiling, silently processing what she’d just said.

"Rejecting their own identity... why would they do that?"