Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 2 Ch. 105

Rosvisser quickly covered her lower back, and with a swift move that seed practiced countless tis, she dove into the bed, pulling the blanket up to her mouth, leaving only her small nose visible for breathing.

Her movents were fluid, almost as if she had rehearsed them over and over.

Leon stood by the bedside, amused, watching her wrap herself tightly in the blanket. With a smile, he asked, "What's wrong? I just want to take a look."

From under the blanket, the queen explained in a low, justified voice, "You... you haven’t realized our current situation."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "What do you an?"

"Now that both of us have two dragon marks, the... desires we feel will be amplified, transmitted through the marks," Rosvisser said, "To put it in simple terms, before, if we wanted to... you know, do it, we’d need to kiss or engage in sothing intimate to trigger a reaction in each other's dragon marks. But now... you might just look at a part of my body and... and want it."

Leon thought for a mont about her words, then shrugged and spread his hands, "Do I look like the kind of person who lets the little head control the big head?"

"When it cos to these husband-and-wife matters, yes, you are!" Rosvisser declared with certainty.

"That's unjust, Your Majesty! I'm just asking for a look, I promise I won't do anything." Leon raised three fingers, swearing, "I swear, just one look."

Seeing Leon’s serious expression, Rosvisser bit her lip, torn over whether to let him see.

Although the two of them had explored every inch of each other’s bodies before—so much that they knew even the location of every mole on their private areas—exposing such a sensitive part of herself voluntarily was a whole different level of embarrassnt.

When she lifted her skirt in the temple earlier to show Leon her belly, she had already felt like dying of embarrassnt.

And now, he wanted to see her most sensitive spot, her lower back…

Rosvisser hesitated, biting her lip for a long ti before finally saying, "You can look, but you absolutely cannot touch. Got it?"

"Okay, okay."

Rosvisser let out a deep breath as if ntally preparing herself.

Then she sat up in bed, tucked her tail away, and sat with her back facing Leon, slowly lifting the back of her skirt.

Her round hips were covered in black lace, and just above the lace, in the hollow of her lower back, was the newly inscribed dragon mark.

The mark moved with her breathing, a combination of sensuality and allure.

However, the dragon mark extended beyond her lower back. A small portion of it stretched down toward her tailbone, disappearing beneath the lace.

Leon rubbed his chin, furrowing his brows slightly, "Your dragon mark sure picked an interesting spot."

"Have you looked enough, you pervert?" Rosvisser blushed, her voice flustered.

"Let your tail out. I want to see if the dragon mark changes position when it moves," Leon said. "Your tailbone and lower back are so close, I wonder if the mark shifts with it."

So that’s what he was after—Rosvisser had almost thought the rascal just wanted an excuse to touch her tail again.

She obediently complied, releasing her tail.

The dragon mark remained on her lower back, but as her tail unfurled, part of the mark shifted, extending toward the base of her tail.

When dragons moved their tails during daily activities, they naturally let them hang down. So, the dragon mark being hidden under her tail wasn’t sothing anyone would see.

Unless...

So perverted dragon found enjoynt in lifting soone’s tail for fun.

If that ever happened, Leon would zap the offender into dust long before they could lay a hand on his wife.

"It’s under the base of your tail," Leon noted.

Hearing this, Rosvisser sighed in relief, "Well, that’s a good spot at least. At least it didn’t show up in any strange places."

"And by strange places, you an your butt?"

"Shut up! Do you have so obsession with my butt?" Rosvisser snapped.

"I’m obsessed with your entire body, Your Majesty."

"Die, you idiot! You’re so annoying!"

Do married n just grow more shaless and thick-skinned as ti goes on?

This dog of a man still didn’t understand his place, daring to speak to the queen like that.

Rosvisser grumbled to herself as she lowered her skirt and lay back down in the blankets. "I’ll deal with you another day. For now, get into bed and sleep."

"Oh, are you sure you’re okay sharing the sa bed with now?" Leon teased.

Rosvisser blinked, confused as to why he was asking. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

"You said earlier that the dragon marks would make us more reactive. What if I accidentally touch your hand, and you get all over ? What then?"

Rosvisser rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, exasperated, "Don’t flatter yourself, idiot. Even if you held my hand all night, I wouldn’t have any thoughts about you."

"Alright then. Since you say so, I’ll just have to be brave enough to keep sleeping next to you."

"No one's forcing you. If you don't want to, feel free to sleep in the courtyard."

Leon grinned and walked to the other side of the bed, changed into his pajamas, and slid under the covers.

Then, under the blanket, he reached out and took hold of Rosvisser's hand.

Despite not being able to see, Leon found her hand under the blanket with practiced ease. Whether it was because the queen had subtly placed her hand close to his, or Leon was just that familiar with her, their hands naturally intertwined.

Once they were holding hands, their fingers laced together effortlessly.

Leon, evaluating the sensation, remarked, "Nothing special… What about you?"

"I feel nothing either. In fact, I’m getting sleepy."

"Heh, after just one year of living together, there’s already no feeling left, huh?"

Rosvisser shot him a sideways glance, "There are only two types of people who can lie in bed together without feeling anything."

Leon turned his head to look at her. "Oh? And what are those?"

"Pure friendship or an old married couple."

"Well, Your Majesty, you’ve really put on the spot here. After three years of marriage, we’re already an old couple, huh?" Leon said dramatically.

"Idiot, I said we’re in the ‘pure friendship’ category."

"Whatever you sa—"

The playful banter ca to an abrupt stop.

Leon’s heart skipped a beat.

After that single missed beat, his breathing began to quicken, and his body temperature gradually rose.

He felt Rosvisser’s fingers twitch slightly in his hand.

That ant she was feeling the sa way.

Holding hands suddenly beca incredibly intense. With just the simple act of linking fingers, their minds filled with all sorts of imagery.

Rosvisser had always loved the feeling of Leon’s hand caressing hers, and now, just the mory of that sensation was enough to flood her senses.

Her other hand gripped the bedsheet tightly as she struggled to suppress the stirring in her body.

"Leon… Leon…"

"Don’t say my na..."

Usually, when they reached the peak of passion, Rosvisser couldn’t help but call out Leon’s na.

But this ti, she was just saying his na—and yet, when those two simple syllables left her lips, they sounded so...

Seductive.

"I’m serious... Leon, I feel... sothing’s off."

Leon glanced at her and replied, "What’s wrong, my dear dragon? Weren’t you just saying that even if we held hands all night, nothing would happen?"

Rosvisser licked her dry lips, trying to pull her hand away.

But with Leon’s broad hand gripping hers tightly, the sensation was just too... good.

She didn’t have to do anything. Just holding hands with him was enough to fill her with pleasure.

Although it was dangerous to get carried away, the feeling was utterly intoxicating.

After a brief struggle, Rosvisser gave in.

And at that mont, Leon was experiencing the sa thrill.

"Hey, dragon... do you sll that?"

"Sll what?"

"You sll… amazing."

"Huh?"

She heard the sound of him shifting closer. The man beside her slid over, wrapping his arm around her waist under the blanket.

"Rosvisser, you sll so good."