Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

The next moment, a voice filled with pleading sincerity slowly echoed:

"Please… I really want to kiss you… I beg you…"

Leon's heart skipped a beat.

The first line of dialogue bombarded him, leaving him thoroughly frazzled inside and out.

Damn! His entire body felt numb.

What followed only made Leon feel as if ants were crawling all over him.

"Rossweise, I want to kiss you… Please, give it to me…"

"Oh, maybe you didn't hear it clearly. Let's listen again."

While speaking, Rossweise replayed the sentence:

"Please… give it to me…"

"Mmm~ So wonderful~ Let's hear it one more time~"

"Please… Rossweise…"

After playing it several times in a row, Rossweise could clearly feel someone trembling.

She couldn't tell whether it was out of fear or anger.

Seeing the effect was almost enough, Rossweise removed the black silk blindfold covering his eyes.

"Well? Does this voice sound familiar?" Rossweise asked with a smile.

Leon pursed his lips. Even though both of them knew the truth, he still tried to act tough. "It—it's just that the voice sounds like mine. That doesn't prove it's me saying those things."

"Oh? Alright, let's continue then."

With that, Rossweise activated the memory stone. A beam of light projected from the stone's surface, forming a flat image.

In the image, the scene from the Blood Temptation night played out immediately.

Leon leaned back on the sofa, his face full of enjoyment and pleading.

"Rossweise… Please, I want to kiss you… Give it to me…"

Rossweise sighed, "Ah, maybe it's just a coincidence. Perhaps this person just happens to have a similar voice and appearance to you. This definitely isn't you, right?"

Leon was utterly paralyzed.

At this moment, he felt that simple physical revenge was no longer enough for Rossweise.

This dragoness had embarked on the path of attacking the heart.

He couldn't keep up with Rossweise's tactics anymore.

But he wasn't entirely without a counterattack…

If he could get his hands on the camera that secretly recorded her in the bunny outfit… maybe Leon could turn the tables?

Seeing Leon's silence, Rossweise put away the memory stone and pretended to be in a dilemma. "Tsk, what was it you said earlier?"

She leaned close to Leon's face, her tongue lightly brushing against his burning earlobe.

"To be your servant, without complaint, and… at my mercy."

Rossweise chuckled softly, "Then, I won't hold back."

She stood before Leon, raised her smooth leg, and planted her foot in the gap between his thighs. She raised the small whip in her hand and squinted with a smile.

"First, let's repeat the lesson from earlier a few times. If you can't remember, Teacher Rossweise can explain it to you again~"

———

With these two's vengeful nature, this back-and-forth would never end.

You mess with me, I mess with you—when will the cycle of revenge stop?

As the saying goes, to end a war, one must start another.

At this moment, far away at St. Heath Academy, Noah—the indisputable heir to the Silver Dragon Temple—perhaps through some kind of telepathic connection with her parents, or maybe something else...

In short, she found a rather unexpected way to stop the human-dragon feud.

Just as Rossweise's clothes were halfway off, the sound of a messenger dragon came from the balcony.

Helplessly, Rossweise had to get dressed and temporarily let Leon off the hook.

She went to the balcony, expecting it to be a letter from her sister, Isa. But upon opening it, her brows furrowed.

Leon, not seeing Rossweise return for a while, also got out of bed and went to the balcony.

"What's wrong?" Leon stood beside her.

Rossweise didn't speak but handed him the letter.

Leon took the letter and read it, exclaiming in surprise:

"Noah got into a fight?"

"The academy sent a messenger dragon so late, which means this might be serious."

Rossweise's voice was filled with worry. "Noah… she won't be in any danger, right?"

Noah was much younger than the other dragonlings. Such a small child studying away from home, all alone—hearing that she had gotten into a fight naturally made Rossweise anxious.

Leon looked at the notice in his hand. Its content was brief:

[ "Mr. Leon, Ms. Rossweise, Noah recently had a physical altercation with other students. Please come to the academy tomorrow morning to discuss this matter."]

Leon didn't know how the dragon news circuit worked, but in the Empire, the shorter the news, the bigger the problem.

What's more, the academy had sent a messenger dragon overnight and requested their presence the next morning.

It might be as serious as Rossweise said.

Leon pursed his lips, his expression stern.

He opened his mouth, wanting to voice his concerns, but seeing Rossweise's worried and restless demeanor, he swallowed his words.

Leon was certainly concerned about Noah, but saying so now would only add to Rossweise's anxiety.

This was no time to fan the flames.

When it came to their daughter, both Leon and Rossweise tacitly put aside their past grievances.

Leon folded the notice and gently tugged Rossweise's arm. "Let's go back and rest for now."

Rossweise said nothing, silently following Leon into the room.

She sat on the bed, fiddling with her nails in silence.

Leon tactfully avoided disturbing her, quietly tidying up the mess they had made earlier.

He put the chairs back in place, stored the ropes in the closet, folded the black silk neatly, and placed it in the wardrobe.

Then he poured a cup of hot water and set it on Rossweise's bedside table.

Finally, he crouched before her, looked up, and said, "Rest early. Tomorrow morning, we'll head to the academy. I'll sleep in the living room. If you can't sleep, come get me."

Leon hesitated, looking at her hand. Last time, when Rossweise was nervous during an interview, he had wanted to pat her hand in comfort but ended up just patting her shoulder.

This time...

After a moment of hesitation, Leon gently placed his hand over her cool hand.

"Well, that's it."

With that, Leon stood up and left the bedroom for the living room.

Rossweise watched his retreating figure. The warmth of his palm still lingered on the back of her hand.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out to him, but the words stuck in her throat.

Lowering her gaze, her eyes fell on the family photo on the bedside table.

She picked it up, her fingers lightly brushing over Noah's face.

"Don't get hurt, Noah," she murmured.

Meanwhile, Leon lay on the living room sofa, staring at the ceiling. He began debating whether to tear apart whoever bullied Noah or just cut them down.

———

The next morning, the couple hurried into the principal's office.

Vice Principal Wilson sat behind the desk, discussing something with another teacher.

Seeing Rossweise and Leon, he immediately said to the teacher, "Go bring Noah and the others over."

"Yes, Principal."

The couple quickly approached the desk, and Rossweise asked, "Principal, what happened with Noah? Why did she get into a fight?"

"Calm down, Ms. Rossweise."

The principal adjusted his glasses and said unhurriedly, "The cause isn't particularly surprising—just the usual conflicts between live-born and cocoon-born dragonlings."

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