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

After wiping her hands, it was time for her body.

Leon lifted the blanket, just about to start, but as he looked at the delicate figure lying on the soft bed, he couldn't help but swallow.

"Ha, ha, I've already seen it so many times; what's there to be embarrassed about?"

He took a few deep breaths, trying to comfort himself inwardly.

Once he was mentally prepared, he bent down, one hand supporting Rossweise's back, the other gently removing the straps of her nightgown.

Rossweise's nightgown was light and thin; a slight pull could remove it entirely.

Leon blushed, wanting to look but feeling shy at the same time.

'Damn it.'

Clearly, they were "an old married couple"—though from the time they'd been together, they hadn't reached that stage, but in terms of "frequency," they certainly had.

Why was he getting embarrassed just cleaning her body?

'Come on, Casmodeous, be brave.'

'You're not afraid of slaying dragons, but you're scared of bathing one?'

He bent down again, feeling the air he exhaled from his nose growing warmer.

Leon swallowed again, holding the towel, and slowly reached toward Rossweise's chest.

'What a perfect shape...'

Round and full, neither exaggeratedly large nor stingily small—an absolutely ideal state.

With her faint breathing causing gentle rises and falls, the scene was so alluring it could make one lose their head.

Suddenly!

The dragon mark on Rossweise's chest flickered.

Frightened, Leon quickly covered her with the blanket, tossed the towel aside, and bolted out of the room.

He ran straight to the backyard of the sanctuary, bent over, and gasped for breath.

"Good grief, why... why did it light up?"

The dragon mark glowing didn't mean Rossweise had woken up.

Leon clearly remembered when Rossweise first etched the dragon mark on him, she said:

If one of them felt longing for the other, the corresponding dragon mark would react.

Leon had even used this fact to mess with Rossweise the last time her sister, the Red Dragon Queen Isa, visited.

So... the flicker just now meant—

Leon, in a completely sober state, without drugs or charms, had...

That kind of thought about Rossweise.

"S-sinful!"

He slapped himself twice, trying to calm down.

At the same time, he silently recited the Three Honors and Three Disgraces of a Dragon Slayer:

"It is an honor to be loyal to the empire, a disgrace to collude with dragons;

It is an honor to bleed on the battlefield, a disgrace to flee in the face of danger;

It is an honor to slay dragons to protect one's home, a disgrace to betray and defect."

After reciting it three times, Leon finally sighed in relief.

Adjusting his mindset, Leon returned to the room.

A soft breeze blew in through the window, gently swaying the bed curtains.

The silver-haired beauty lay silently by the bedside, serene and beautiful, making one reluctant to disturb her.

Leon walked over with silent steps.

Even though he knew she couldn't hear him now, he still felt unwilling to wake her.

Leon reached out and helped Rossweise put her nightgown back on.

After a moment of hesitation, feeling uneasy, he tugged the neckline of the nightgown up a bit, covering her dragon mark.

Just in case it flashed again.

If it did, Leon would absolutely doubt whether his resolve as a dragon slayer was wavering.

He picked up the warm towel from earlier, dampened it again with water.

Hands and feet wiped clean—body cleaning can wait.

This time, he moved to the foot of the bed, lifted the blanket, and gently held Rossweise's left foot, carefully wiping it.

'Her feet... are actually quite pretty—'

"Stop, stop, no more wandering thoughts."

Leon shook his head, forcing away those messy ideas.

Once everything was wiped clean, Leon sat down to rest.

RUSTLE—

The noon breeze gently brushed against the curtains of the French windows.

Warm sunlight poured in from outside, enveloping the surroundings.

Looking at the unconscious Rossweise, Leon clicked his tongue softly and decided to find something to pass the time.

He propped himself up on his knees, slowly stood, and walked to the bed.

"You can't move, right?"

Leon muttered as he stepped toward Rossweise's wardrobe.

Opening it, he found all sorts of gorgeous dresses, dazzling to the eye.

Rossweise usually dressed conservatively; most of her clothes wrapped her tightly, with the shortest skirt only reaching her knees.

Leon didn't have any peculiar preferences for clothes.

But thinking about how rare it was to have a chance to play around with this mother dragon, Leon decided to do something.

He rummaged through the wardrobe and found an unopened set of...

"Black stockings."

Leon's cheeks turned red. "B-black stockings are great, black stockings are justice."

And since this outfit hadn't been unsealed since it was bought, it showed that Rossweise probably didn't like wearing such things.

But now, she had no choice.

Leon returned to the bedside, unwrapped the black stockings, and clumsily put them on Rossweise's legs.

Her legs were long, making it a bit tricky to put them on.

But once he finished, the thin black stockings wrapped around her slender legs, exuding a mysterious and sensual charm.

Leon blushed, swallowing again. "It'd be a waste not to wear black stockings on these legs."

Satisfied with his "masterpiece," Leon felt something was still missing.

"Since we have black stockings, let's go all the way."

Leon returned to the wardrobe, rummaged around, and found a slightly tight-fitting black top. [T/N: He is dressing the Barbie in real life.]

The top's design was plain, but Leon decided to modify it himself.

He grabbed scissors from a drawer and started cutting the clothes.

When that mother dragon woke up, he'd just say it was because Luna had been playing around and ruined the clothes.

(Luna: Father, did you just slander me?)

After some cutting, Leon quickly put the modified black top on Rossweise, deliberately avoiding her chest as he dressed her.

Off-shoulder, low-cut, bow tie, black stockings...

"Bunny girl!"

Though it was still missing bunny ear accessories.

Leon figured such things wouldn't be found in this room.

So he decided to make them himself.

He sat by the bed, picked up Rossweise's hair, and tried weaving it into bunny ears.

Thankfully, Rossweise had thick hair—had it been a night-shift worker with thinning hair, this wouldn't have worked.

Finally, the bunny ears were complete.

A pure handmade bunny girl, crafted entirely by Leon, was officially done.

No man could refuse a life-sized silver dragon doll.

If anyone could, it must be because the doll hadn't been dressed as a black-stocking bunny girl yet.

Such a rare, breathtaking sight—how could it not be recorded?

This was the mother dragon's dark history.

Leon remembered there was a household camera in Rossweise's room; otherwise, how could she have displayed some family photos in the living room or on the bedside table?

After rummaging in the storage room for a bit, he actually found it.

Excited, Leon returned to the bedroom, pounced on the bed, and pulled Rossweise into his arms.

Then he raised the camera and used a small spell to snap photo after photo.

"Come on, honey, smile."

"Honey, you're so photogenic."

"I'll keep these photos safe for sure."

Just as Leon was gleefully admiring them, the dragon mark on Rossweise's chest flickered again.

Frightened, Leon quickly covered her with the blanket.

But this time, he didn't run outside to calm down. After taking a few deep breaths, he muttered to himself,

"This... this time it must be because I dressed her as a bunny girl. It has nothing to do with the mother dragon herself. Yes, I'm just interested in bunny girls, not her."

After reassuring himself, Leon hurriedly removed the black stockings, bunny ears, and everything else.

Moreover, this outfit couldn't be seen by anyone else.

If asked, there'd be no way to explain it.

But after tidying up, Leon felt it was a pity to let this stupid dragon off so easily.

After thinking it over, Leon's gaze fell on Rossweise's silky hair again.

She had typical silver straight hair, with a bit of fringe adorning her forehead—elegant, refined, and very beautiful.

But Leon felt beauty shouldn't be her hairstyle's only label.

Aside from weaving bunny ears, there should be... other fun things to try.

Leon sat by her pillow, picked up her hair, and started braiding it bit by bit.

Before long, a silver butterfly braid was complete.

Satisfied, Leon smiled, then unraveled the butterfly braid.

He braided again, turning her hair into a five-pointed star, then a six-pointed star, followed by a heart shape, and finally a "basket."

Rossweise's carefully maintained hair was styled into countless designs by him.

Someday, he might try this on his daughters.

In the end, Leon still had a bit of conscience left.

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