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

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"Alright... I'll eat quickly and come right back, Papa!"

Leon nodded. "Good."

As he watched Luna leave, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Despite her young age and her occasional whims, Luna was surprisingly understanding. As soon as someone explained something kindly, she'd adjust her expectations and never insisted on her way. She genuinely disliked inconveniencing others.

'Yes, in that sense—she is like her father.'

Grinning to himself, Leon watched the maids escort Luna out of the room, and then he took his meal back to his room. He didn't bother sitting at a table, choosing instead to sit on the floor by the bed, where he opened his meal container. A savory aroma wafted up, making his stomach rumble. Clearly, they'd put thought into preparing human-style dishes for him.

Leon had always heard that dragons favored a diet heavy on wild game and meat from dangerous beasts, hardly ever including vegetables. But his dinner was balanced and well-prepared, with a good mix of meat and vegetables.

Breathing out a small sigh of satisfaction, Leon took up his fork and began to eat.

Moments later, the door creaked open.

Thinking Luna had returned, he looked up—but instead, he saw a pair of silver high heels stepping into the room.

His brief, proud smile vanished.

Leon lowered his gaze and resumed eating, hoping to ignore the intruder.

Rossweise removed her silver crown, setting it aside, and then followed with her necklace, earrings, and other accessories, letting them clink against the table. She glanced at Leon, who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed as he ate, but she said nothing.

Instead, she pulled a chair over and sat across from him, crossing her long legs as she looked down at him with an aloof, appraising gaze. As she crossed her legs, her high heel dangled, teetering precariously before dropping to the floor with a soft thud.

Leon held her stare for a moment before he gave up trying to finish his meal under her watchful, condescending eyes. He put the food container aside.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Did it taste good?"

"It was alright."

"I asked if it was good. Answer me with 'yes' or 'no,' not 'alright.'"

It's like this woman's moods change as fast as a summer storm.

Resisting the urge to be stubborn for the sake of it, Leon replied, "Yes. It was good."

"And the meat?"

He tensed, sensing where this was going. An uncomfortable feeling roiled in his stomach.

Rossweise smirked at his discomfort, not bothering to hide her amusement.

"It was beef. You couldn't tell?"

"Pointless," he muttered, turning away.

But Rossweise had no intention of letting him off that easily. With Luna gone, she had all the time in the world to torment him.

She lifted her foot, pressing the top of his chin with her toes, forcing him to look up at her. [T/N: I am pretty sure that author into those humiliation and masochist kind of kinks.]

In that moment, her queenly air was unmistakable. Her languid gaze, the smirk, and the subtle hint of fatigue in her expression—all of it painted a portrait of lazy majesty.

Too bad Leon couldn't appreciate it.

He hated having someone's foot on him—even one as perfectly formed as hers. [T/N: Even foot fetish]

"Earlier, I noticed that except for that one time in the morning, the dragonmark didn't react the rest of the day."

Rossweise spoke slowly, her voice laced with amusement. "So that single incident—it was intentional, wasn't it?"

Seeing no point in denying it, Leon admitted, "If you know it was on purpose, why aren't you mad?"

"Simply being angry won't teach you a lasting lesson."

With a small, smug smile, she pressed down on his throat, pinning him against the bed. Her delicate toes traced a line from his throat to his chest, then down his abdomen, going further and further—

Leon seized her ankle, stopping her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not only mad. I'm here to light a fire. Now let go."

His jaw clenched, and he remained still.

Her voice sharpened, and her tail, previously relaxed behind her, twitched upward. "I said, let go of my foot, Leon."

A wise man doesn't fight a battle he can't win.

Reluctantly, Leon released her ankle.

She continued down, clearly set on her intentions.

He should have guessed from the moment she raised her foot that she would pull something like this.

In hindsight, if he'd known, he would've skipped the meal and just bit her ankle on the spot.

But it was too late now.

Leon clenched the bedsheet behind him, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, willing himself to ignore the unfamiliar sensations.

But it was impossible.

Rossweise's warm foot moved with deceptive gentleness, her toes exceptionally nimble as they teased him in ways that even she seemed to savor.

"How many dragon corpses have you trampled to flaunt your glorious victories?" Her voice was light, almost playful.

Leon kept silent.

"Funny, I bet you never thought you'd be the one beneath a dragon's heel, did you?"

"Tell me, Leon. How does it feel?"

She pressed harder.

He grimaced, unable to stop a small groan, but he remained silent.

"Not going to answer? Fine, endure it a while longer."

He instinctively raised his hand to stop her, but she swatted it away with her tail.

"Keep those hands in check. Did I say you could touch me?"

He turned his head away, gritting his teeth in silence.

———

Several minutes later…

Rossweise scoffed, looking down at her now… less pristine feet.

"How filthy, Leon. Look at this mess. All thanks to you."

"Shouldn't you be groveling and begging me to let you sever this foot as a prize?"

"Yet here you are, dirtying it with your disgrace. Tell me, why?"

Leon's head hung low, drained both physically and emotionally, his pride ground to dust.

"Silence won't save you. Go to the bathroom and bring me a basin of warm water. I want this cleaned."

Wonderful. He'd gone from the object of her disdain to her foot-washing servant.

Leon got to his feet, walking to the bathroom and filling a basin with hot water, which he carried back to her.

"It's too hot," she said, barely glancing at it.

"You haven't even touched it—how would you know it's too hot?" he grumbled.

"When I say it's too hot, it's too hot. Go and refill it."

"Woman, don't you have any sense of reason?"

"You're actually asking for reason? And from a dragon, no less?"

He was speechless.

Truly, this was the consequence of his own actions, bearing the weight of his impulsive choices from two years ago.

With no other option, he returned to the bathroom for another round of water.

"It's too cold now."

"Are you done, dragoness?"

Rossweise smirked, her amusement barely concealed. "What's this? Not obedient? Would you like another round?"

At her words, Leon backed down immediately, scurrying to get yet another basin of water.

She tested it, finally satisfied. "Good, this is fine. You may begin."

Leon cupped one of her feet in his hand, carefully pouring the warm water over it.

The first rinse removed the "mess," and then he replaced the water, washing both feet more thoroughly.

He wasn't particularly skilled at foot-washing; it was Rossweise's annoyingly detailed instructions that had honed his ability.

Curse this dragoness and her insufferable need for pampering.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt, the more he seethed with resentment.

From the kingdom's mightiest dragonslayer to a dragoness's lowly foot-washer—it was a humiliating reality he wouldn't have dreamed of even in his worst nightmares.

Glaring at her elegant foot in his hand, Leon brought it close to his mouth, intending to—

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