Shut Up Malevolent Dragon I Dont Want To Have Any More Children With You Chapter 739

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As the saying goes, “Three times is enough.” Rosvisser had already said “kiss” three times in a row.

So this time, her answer was, “Don’t kiss.”

“Eh? Really not?”

Rosvisser made a firm decision in her heart—no matter how that dog of a man tried to trick her, her answer would not change.

“Yes. Not kissing.”

“Alright then…”

That sigh didn’t escape Rosvisser’s ears. She hesitated, then asked,

“So where were you pointing just now?”

“The top of your foot.”

“…You damn foot fetishists should all be lined up and roasted in dragonfire.”

Leon just shrugged, totally unfazed.

After all, they’d been married for so many years. His face was thicker than dragon scales by now.

Besides, he knew very well—Rosvisser always acted disgusted on the surface, but not once had she ever refused to share her “delicacies” with him.

“Here. Kiss?”

“Mhm. Kiss.”

Rosvisser answered without a shred of hesitation.

“Huh? Not gonna reconsider? Just now you hesitated every time.”

Rosvisser shook her head and explained,

“Too much hesitation only ruins the immersion of the game. So… there’s nothing to agonize over. Kiss.”

Even though it was her who came up with the rules for this new game, the actual sensations had to be explored in practice.

Just like she’d said—overthinking only breaks the flow.

She didn’t want that.

“Okay, then I’ll carry this can of salmon up in the back room for a bit..”

Hearing that, the queen froze—an unexpected chill ran through the small of her back.

“You—why are you lifting my skirt?! What weird place are you planning to kiss?!”

“Relax, it’s not that weird~”

Instantly, a rosy flush ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) swept across Rosvisser’s pale cheeks.

Sure, after all these years of marriage, having her skirt lifted was no big deal—nothing to be ashamed of.

But doing it with this hazy, wet-eyed expression like she couldn’t see anything—this was a first.

There was no way she wasn’t nervous.

After all, with her nightgown secretly lifted like this, who knew where he was going to kiss?

The queen bit her lip lightly, her reddened face scrunching into a mildly annoyed expression.

“You bastard… if you’re gonna kiss, then hurry up already!”

“Okay, okay, quit rushing me.”

As soon as he said that, Rosvisser felt her nightgown being slowly lifted bit by bit.

Then came a warm, firm sensation on the inside of her thigh.

In that moment, it felt like a jolt of electricity surged through her entire body—

With her vision cut off, her sense of touch had become hyper-sensitive.

“You… why are you touching my leg?”

“Looking for the right angle. Feels awkward otherwise.”

“…You need to find an angle just to kiss somewhere?!”

The dog man chuckled. “Gotta get the angle just right—if I kiss off-target, I won’t be able to take responsibility~”

Rosvisser gritted her teeth, her hands clutching the bedsheets tightly as she tried to vent the shame and unease building up inside.

And just as she was fully immersed in that anxious, thrilling tension—warm breath ghosted over her inner thigh.

Leon’s breath.

With the blindfold on, she had no idea what his target was.

But curiosity and anticipation forced her to keep imagining which part of her would be kissed next.

Rosvisser couldn’t help but angle her knees upward. Just a moment ago she was cursing Leon out loud, and now her body was being all too honest.

At the same time, her heartbeat was spiraling out of control, her breathing growing heavier by the second.

“Leon… kiss me… hurry up and kiss me…”

She couldn’t bear this kind of torment any longer—desperately craving Leon’s kiss.

Finally, a soft kiss landed on the inner part of her thigh—right where her dragon mark was.

And in that moment, Rosvisser’s taut body instantly relaxed.

Her heartbeat surged to the peak, and she gasped for air, tilting her head slightly. Through the lace blindfold, she could faintly sense the light of the chandelier.

“Damn it… how did this happen…”

“What?”

“It was just a kiss… why am I this worked up…”

She lowered her head, and at that moment, felt a broad hand gently cupping the small of her back.

Rosvisser leaned into that palm’s guidance, and her entire body was slowly drawn into Leon’s embrace.

It was something mysterious—like a potent aphrodisiac. The tension and anticipation blurred her senses into a haze of pleasure.

Once nestled in Leon’s arms, her long silver tail twined up around him on its own.

Leon wrapped one arm around her slender waist and used the other to gently stroke that smooth, sensitive tail.

“Kiss me, Leon. Anywhere… I just want you to kiss me…”

She was addicted now.

This game she had invented to tease Leon had completely consumed her.

Damn that blockhead with a stone brain. Next time, she should just take the lead and—

Still… this feeling of being overwhelmed by the unknown, of being controlled by Leon…

Wasn’t bad either.

“Quick, kiss me anywhere—the nose, the mouth, the ears… anywhere’s fine, I’ll let you kiss it…”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her waist shifting with subtle, eager movements.

Clinging to him like a soft, mewling kitten begging for affection.

At some point, all three dragon markings had quietly lit up. The tail Leon was stroking continuously sent waves of “pleasure” through her body.

Soon, a sharp little sting bloomed on her earlobe.

She let out a soft gasp and clung to Leon even tighter.

“More… Leon, more… hurry, keep going… mm!—”

The next second, a rough hand gripped her throat mid-moan.

Leon lifted her thigh and gently pressed her down onto the bed.

“You can… even be a little rougher… I don’t mind…”

At that moment, the high-and-mighty Silver Dragon Queen had become a ‘seed’ thirsting for nourishment.

And Leon was the gardener she longed for—ready to give her everything she needed to bloom.

Her nightgown was lifted again. But this time, it wasn’t just a kiss to the thigh.

Her entire outfit was peeled away. She knew what was about to happen.

She just didn’t know when—or how hard.

Everything was unknown. Everything was in Leon’s hands.

And Rosvisser’s role was to fully surrender herself to the thrill, the suspense, the mystery, and the overwhelming pleasure.

At last, that desperate, aching seed was soothed.

It rose proudly, taking root deep beneath the soil and growing further and further down.

Until finally, it had gathered enough nourishment—bursting through the earth in bloom beneath the gardener’s triumphant cries.

It had received a most satisfying watering.

And of course… this wouldn’t be the last time tonight.

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No one knew how much time had passed. When Rosvisser finally took off her blindfold, the entire bedroom was a total mess.

Her body was still flushed with heat. She leaned against the headboard, one hand on her forehead, the blindfold dangling loosely from her fingers.

“To think we got like this with just a blindfold… Leon, you bastard—”

“Shut up!”

Rosvisser shoved the blindfold straight into Leon’s mouth.

“This was entirely your fault!”

“Oh really, Your Majesty? You’re gonna pin it all on me?”

“Who else?!”

“If this dragon’s gonna ‘drop her pants and pretend not to know anyone’—then this general has no choice but to unleash the ultimate technique.”

Leon sat upright, cleared his throat, and, holding up a plushie, twisted his voice into something pitifully theatrical:

“Leooon~ kiss me~~ you kissed meee—ahh!!”

Before he could completely gross himself out, Rosvisser grabbed a pillow and slammed it right into his face.

“Leon Cassmod, you listen to me—next time, you’re the one wearing the blindfold!”