Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 4 Ch. 6

Leon leaned back on the sofa, while Rosvisser knelt in front of him.

The purple glow of their dragon markings began to flicker softly, signaling that the couple was slowly entering the mont.

Leon’s face flushed as he tried this new thod for the first ti, feeling sowhat out of his depth.

Rosvisser was no different.

And since it was her first ti using a technique like “Ear Encircle,” she was still unskilled, failing repeatedly to get it right after several attempts.

“...Maybe we should try sothing else?” Leon suggested.

But Her Majesty was not one to give up halfway.

Tonight, she was determined to master this new position!

“No, I can do it.”

Rosvisser said stubbornly, lifting her soft chest and trying again.

But, as expected, she failed.

“Weird... Could it be that my chest is too small?”

The queen, with her E-cup figure, began doubting her assets.

As Rosvisser pondered how to make it work, Leon asked curiously,

“By the way... where did you learn this move?”

Although they’d been married for five years, their intimate monts could generally be described as “by the book.”

Even though their actions were intense and could last until dawn, most of the ti, they stuck to traditional thods.

There was a simple reason for this: they were each other’s first love. Having no prior experience, they could only rely on biological instincts for their marital activities, which didn’t leave much room for inventive approaches.

At most, they dabbled in so costu play.

So, Rosvisser’s sudden “two giant buns squeezing cheese” move was quite a shock to Leon.

“Um... I read it in a book.”

Rosvisser said.

“...All those late nights in the study, were you reading this kind of thing?”

“N-no way!”

Rosvisser protested, “It was in so romance novels... that had descriptions like this.”

Leon knew she had a habit of reading romance novels.

But had romance novels really shifted from writing about sweet love stories to including such provocative content?

Hmm—

But thinking about it, adding straightforward and popular elents to all those overly sentintal scenes might not be a bad thing.

After all, if it’s what the readers love, then it’s good content!

“I feel like you've been reading romance novels more frequently than when I first t you,” Leon suddenly said.

Rosvisser was silent for a mont before nodding in agreent.

“Yes, I’ve definitely spent more ti on novels than I did before I t you.”

Leon blinked, catching the key phrase in her response:

Before I t you.

So, Rosvisser’s increased interest in romance novels began after she married Leon.

She sat quietly, her silver tail resting naturally on the carpet.

Looking at her cool, delicate face, Leon seed to understand why.

Just like their cautious approach to their intimate life, neither of them really knew how to act as a true husband or wife.

Rosvisser must have read so many romance novels to better maintain her relationship with Leon.

It was a childish, girlish approach—almost cute in its simplicity and unexpected from the Silver Dragon Queen herself.

And it was probably the most discreet and low-key thod she could think of.

It wasn’t like she could just go up to Queen Isha and ask, “Big sister, can you teach how to be in love?”

To which Isha would likely respond, “Sweet sister, I’ve been single for five or six hundred years myself. I wouldn’t know a thing!”

Leon’s thoughts snapped back to the present.

He reached out and gently stroked Rosvisser’s silver hair.

The queen looked up, her cheeks flushed, eting Leon’s dark eyes.

For a mont, their gazes t, and the light of their dragon markings grew even more intimate.

Then—

“Ah! It’s standing up!”

Rosvisser let out a small exclamation before seizing the opportunity, lifting her chest and pressing it forward.

Leon paused, then shook his head with a resigned smile.

As expected, she was as determined as ever!

This ti, fortune favored the persistent—

Her Majesty succeeded!

When passion runs deep, everything becos smooth and natural.

Their earlier failures weren’t because the dragon markings hadn’t fully awakened or because they lacked passion for each other.

It was probably just that, after many days without “assignnts,” they were a little out of practice.

But now!

Thanks to Rosvisser’s tireless efforts, the “little lion” was finally roused!

The current sensation was unfamiliar to both of them.

After all, usually, one was going deep into the fray, while the other embraced with love, each fulfilling their role.

At this mont, the sensation was new and thrilling.

Both of their faces turned red.

Due to the position, they could see more clearly than usual the most sensitive areas.

Rosvisser moved with a steady rhythm and soon mastered the technique.

Leon, after the initial tension, began to relax.

He sat up, gently holding Rosvisser’s head, pulling her a bit closer.

The soft breath of his beautiful partner tickled his abdon, sending shivers through him.

“How... is it?” Rosvisser asked softly.

Leon's bangs fell over his eyes, obscuring them as he whispered, “Mm...”

“Do you want it... faster or... slower?”

“Anything’s fine.”

“Then I’ll... go with my instincts.”

“Alright...”

Even after five years of marriage and countless monts of intimacy, their conversation now sounded like that of young lovers experiencing their first forbidden taste.

Rosvisser attempted to increase the pace slightly.

As Leon suspected, during monts when he was weakened, Rosvisser would take full control.

Yet, despite the current passive state, Leon didn’t feel “overpowered.”

It must be due to this new thod.

His stubborn yet endearing wife always found ways to surprise him.

...

As they neared the end, the reaction of their dragon markings intensified.

Rosvisser was fully imrsed now, her silver tail coiled around Leon’s uninjured leg, her white body tinged pink, her hands moving faster.

Due to her larger movents, the “little lion's head” would occasionally bump against her chin.

Leon watched her tender, flushed lips, resisting the urge to push for more.

This is enough... This is enough... Don’t go overboard...

“Rosvisser... You—you can stop now, I—”

“It’s alright... like this... it’s fine...”

She didn’t loosen her grip, even increasing the pressure slightly.

“But... I’m afraid I’ll make a ss—”

“It’s fine... it’s fine...”

With those words, Leon stopped resisting.

After a mont, the long-suppressed “little lion” finally broke free, releasing a warm torrent onto Rosvisser’s chest, neck, and hair.

Even though Rosvisser’s body didn’t receive the usual “nourishnt” this ti, the feedback was no less satisfying.

With the double effect of their dragon markings, even a kiss could be a wonderfully blissful experience—let alone this forbidden fruit.

She released her chest, leaning back slightly, quietly savoring the warmth.

The trail trickled from the valley down to her flat stomach, and she reveled in it.

After a mont, Rosvisser stood up, awkwardly covering herself as she blushed, looking bashful and shy.

“I-I’ll go wash up...”

“Okay...”

As the passion faded, both felt a bit embarrassed by the ss on the sofa.

The sound of running water ca from the bathroom, and soon after, Rosvisser returned, wrapped in a towel.

The couple exchanged glances from a few ters apart before looking away simultaneously.

Rosvisser walked briskly to the bed and sat down, waiting for her hair to dry naturally.

After a few minutes of silence, Leon spoke first.

“Rosvisser...”

The queen looked up, “Hm?”

“Thank you.”

She blinked, as if recalling sothing, and then smiled warmly.

“It seems to that you’ve been saying ‘thank you’ a lot more lately. Especially after... we’re done.”

Leon paused, “H-have I?”

“Yes.”

Rosvisser brushed her damp hair behind her ear, saying seriously,

“You used to say it rarely, or never. But since Aurora was born, almost every ti, really almost every ti, you’ve said ‘thank you’ after we’re done.”

She paused, then added mischievously, “What’s this? Is the mighty dragon-slaying hero feeling soft-hearted for his dragon queen?”

Leon smirked, “Tch, don’t flatter yourself. I’m just... just...”

“Just what?”

“Just... being polite! Yeah, I’m just a polite and well-mannered gentleman.”

Rosvisser rolled her eyes at him, “Oh, Mr. Gentleman, then you can sleep on the sofa tonight.”

“Why!”

“How can a gentleman take advantage of a lady? Isn’t that right?”

“But you’re my wife.”

“Fake wife.”

“A fake wife is still a wife!”

Leon couldn’t take it anymore and, balancing on one leg, hopped over to the bed.

Rosvisser watched his clumsy move, like an angry penguin.

But just as Leon was about to reach the bed, he lost balance and fell forward.

Luckily, Rosvisser was quick and caught him.

“I ant to do that,” Leon said.

“I know,” she played along.

They looked at each other and then burst out laughing at the sa ti.

Amid the laughter, the queen couldn’t resist pointing out,

“Who are you kidding? You almost tripped for real!”

“Yeah, yeah, I almost tripped just walking. Are you really going to make sleep on the sofa?” Leon retorted.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Rosvisser teased, raising an eyebrow.

“It has everything to do with it! I just want to sleep on the bed.”

Rosvisser let out a soft laugh, casting him a playful glance. “Alright, alright, co on. You can sleep on the bed.”

Leon grinned and slid into the bed, turning off the bedside lamp. Both of them lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

A thought suddenly crossed Leon’s mind: Rosvisser had said she learned the new technique from romance novels.

So…

“Rosvisser.”

“Hmm?” She turned her head slightly to look at him.

“When are you going to read more romance novels?”

Rosvisser blinked, taken aback, before she caught on. Her expression shifted into one of playful accusation.

“You greedy man!”

Leon couldn’t help but chuckle softly in response, the warmth of shared laughter settling between them as they drifted into peaceful slumber.