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

Rosvisser leaned forward gently against Leon’s chest, her lips brushing against the corner of his mouth as if savoring the finest delicacy. She wasn’t in any rush to deepen the kiss, instead wanting to slowly and thoroughly relish these precious hours together after their long-awaited reunion.
Months of longing for this man had now condensed into this moment of intimate physical connection, a sensation so overwhelming she could barely contain herself. Because she was pregnant, Leon didn’t press down on Rosvisser, instead letting her rest on top of him.  

This way, Rosvisser’s fragrance completely surrounded him, a warm and enveloping sensation.  
Leon inhaled deeply, savoring the scent emanating from her. Rosvisser chuckled softly, lifting hand to pinch his nose.  
"My scent… is it pleasant?"  

"It’s wonderful," Leon replied without hesitation.  
Though Leon wasn’t particularly thick-skinned, he didn’t bother hiding his genuine feelings this time.  
"Hmph, haven’t you smelled enough after all this time?"  

"I could never get enough. I’ll always want more," he said with a small smile.
The dragon queen, pleased by his sweet words, unconsciously flicked the tip of her elegant tail.  
No matter how strong or self-sufficient a woman might be, even the Silver Dragon Queen wasn’t immune to the charms of flirtation and sincere affection.  

And Leon wasn’t lying. Those words, which might have seemed playful or overly sweet, were spoken from the heart, words meant to make the person he loved happy.  
Leon, however, hadn’t always been good at or comfortable with such gestures. In fact, he often thought Rosvisser, with her independent and commanding demeanor, wouldn’t care for such niceties. But he had come to realize that regardless of status or personality, a woman’s love for tender words and flattery was as instinctive as a cat’s urge to scratch.  
"Mm~" Rosvisser hummed softly, teasing him by grinding her lithe waist slightly against him. Her long, smooth legs tangled around his waist like two seductive serpents, wrapping and unwrapping playfully. The rustling of their clothes filled the room, her intentions clear in every subtle movement.  

"Do you like it?" Rosvisser asked, her tone mischievous yet curious, watching him intently.
Leon, of course, liked it.  
But unlike the earlier question about her scent, this query held a much deeper and more layered meaning. It wasn’t just about whether he enjoyed her teasing movements—it could also mean whether he liked /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ her allure, her boldness, or perhaps her willingness to push boundaries.  

Leon, with his extensive experience handling the queen’s sly tricks, saw through her trap instantly. If he answered honestly, she would undoubtedly retreat, leaving him yearning and caught in her web.  
So he chose to play along.  
"I love it, my wife. I absolutely love it," he said with mock sincerity.  

"Hmph… If that’s the case, then I suppose we’ll stop here for today," Rosvisser declared, smirking as she prepared to pull away.  
As expected, once she felt she had stirred enough of a reaction from him, she attempted to leave, forcing him to make the next move.  
But Leon had anticipated this.  
Just as Rosvisser shifted to rise, she felt a firm hand press against her rear, keeping her in place.  

"Take your hand… off my… body," she commanded, her tone firm, though her words faltered slightly.
"Where’s my hand, exactly, Your Majesty?" Leon asked, grinning mischievously.  
"You…"  

"If you don’t specify the exact location, how am I supposed to move it?"  
Rosvisser flushed crimson, biting her lower lip. She had known Leon would come prepared, but she hadn’t expected him to turn the tables on her so quickly in their first round of playful combat.
She tried to feign ignorance. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just take your hand off me!"  

"Your Majesty, I truly don’t understand. My hand isn’t even on your body. And what’s the difference between your ‘body’ and your ‘rear,’ anyway?"  
"Dog!" she spat, her frustration clear, though she didn’t make any real effort to stop him.  
Satisfied with her flustered reaction, Leon suddenly lifted his hand and brought it down sharply.  

**Smack!**  
"Ah!~" Rosvisser yelped, half-lying against his chest, her flushed face burying into his shoulder as the sting spread across her skin.  
This was familiar—the sound, the sensation, and the satisfaction.  

Rosvisser, still half-leaning against him, glared fiercely, twisting his arm in retaliation.  
"Ouch! That hurts!" Leon yelped, though his grin only widened.  
"Hmph, serves you right. Now take your hand off!"  

But instead of retreating, Leon leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.  
"Do you know what they say back where I’m from, Your Majesty? ‘An eye for an eye.’"  
"What—AH! My rear!" Rosvisser’s indignation turned into another sharp cry as Leon cheekily pinched her.  

For Leon, this was uncharted territory. Usually, he would stop at a playful smack, but Rosvisser’s defiance today had emboldened him to push further.  
Rosvisser, her face still burning, could do little but lean against him, her hand reflexively rubbing her stinging rear.  
"Leon, please… take your hand off my… my rear. Thank you," she finally managed to say, her voice low but resolute.  

"Of course, Your Majesty," Leon replied, finally relenting with a satisfied smile.  
"Magnificent," he murmured under his breath, amused by her mix of indignation and exasperation.  
Despite the playful battle, the two found themselves without further plans to escalate. So they leaned in and kissed, the earlier tension dissolving into tenderness.  

"Since we’re already married, why not kiss when we’re bored?" Rosvisser teased lightly between kisses, her breath warm against his lips.  
For them, what might have seemed like sweet affection to others was often a playful game of one-upmanship—one that kept their relationship lively and endlessly entertaining.  
After a while, Rosvisser slowly sat up, her lips still glistening from their shared moments. The sunlight streaming in illuminated her flushed face, her gaze soft and lingering on Leon.  

"Considering the circumstances, we can only go this far for now," she said with a sly smile.  
"I understand," Leon replied, his voice low.  
"But are you satisfied with just this?"  

Leon knew exactly what she meant.  
Rosvisser had many ways to explore their intimacy without relying on the usual. In the past, she had always been the one to take the lead.  
But this time, Leon decided to turn the tables.  

As Rosvisser raised a questioning brow, surprised by his initiative, her lips curled into a sultry smile.  
"You bad man. This will cost you dearly."  
"Whatever you want," Leon whispered.  

Rosvisser leaned closer, her silvery hair falling across his face, tickling his skin.  
"Reunions like this are rare, my little lion. Don’t waste it by rushing things," she murmured, her voice dripping with affection and mischief.