Shut Up, Evil Dragon! I don't want to take a baby with you anymore - 4

The dragon race’s concept of “revenge” has always been a puzzle for human dracologists.

Leon had heard about it.

Their revenge was a non-human act, a combination of “obsession,” “extremity,” and “beyond human comprehension.”

So, no matter what dragons did in their quest for revenge, Leon wouldn’t be surprised.

But.

Two years ago, to disgust you, I impregnated you;

Two years later, you’re going to do the same to me?

Your Majesty, isn’t this approach a bit too wild?

But the current situation didn’t allow Leon time to analyze Losvicer’s revenge psychology.

The silver tail behind her was raised high, a sign of arousal in dragons.

Arousal didn’t just include little Mu En’s happiness and joy.

Other activities could also excite the silver-haired dragon race.

Such as… physical intimacy.

“Losvicer, either kill me outright or give me a knife. Let’s have a real duel.”

If Losvicer really wanted a fair, one-on-one human-dragon duel, he would gladly accept.

Even if he knew he was no match for Losvicer now, he would still fight to the last breath to defend the honor and dignity of a dragon slayer.

And the reality?

It was indeed a one-on-one human-dragon duel, but the method and location…

Losvicer ignored Leon completely, her tail pinning him down.

Seeing this, Leon continued trying to awaken the little bit of knightly spirit left in Losvicer’s heart.

“Your Majesty… you can kill a dragon slayer, but you cannot humiliate one. Forcing me to do this is the greatest insult!”

Losvicer closed her eyes slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She swayed gently with each breath.

“If engaging in this act with a dragon is an insult to a dragon slayer, then you should have foreseen this outcome two years ago when you used the Blood Enchantment on me.”

“The situation was special then. I thought I was going to die, so I—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Leon. Since you yourself said this is humiliating, I’m even more determined to carry out this revenge.”

“Losvicer, you—”

“Shh~~~”

Losvicer extended a finger, gently placing it on Leon’s lips.

She slowly opened her eyes, her vertical dragon pupils shimmering with warmth and desire.

Leon stared at her, stunned.

Although Losvicer’s eyes were filled with affection, Leon knew it was only a result of her current actions.

This so-called “affection” was just a biological instinct.

Losvicer herself had said it: this was to humiliate Leon, this was her revenge.

“Then let us—”

She lowered her voice, her extremely gentle tone revealing the smugness of a victor. “Begin.”

Leon closed his eyes, desperately trying to suppress his physical reactions.

But it was impossible.

It was simply impossible for a normal male.

Moreover, the desire for deeper intimacy after intense stimulation clashed fiercely with Leon’s rationality as a dragon slayer in his mind.

On one side was the reproductive instinct embedded in male animals, on the other side was the honor and pride of a dragon-slaying hero…

They were like darkness and light, destined to annihilate each other upon collision, with no possibility of coexistence.

Losvicer, meanwhile, was going further and further down her path of revenge.

It was less revenge and more a carnival of humiliation.

The noble dragon race and the lowly humans were destined to fight to the death.

Especially since both of them represented the highest echelons of their respective factions.

One was the Queen of the Silver Dragons, the other a human hero.

Their battlefield had shifted from the high mountains to a wide, soft bed;

The cries of battle had transformed into soft whispers of pleasure;

They no longer wielded swords and knives, but grasped parts of each other’s bodies.

This was a humiliation for Leon, the strongest dragon slayer, but wasn’t it also a humiliation for herself?

However.

The dragons’ revenge was never understood by humans.

As the “battle” raged, Leon, in an attempt to preserve his remaining dignity, turned his head away.

But Losvicer grabbed his chin, forcing him to open his eyes and look at her.

“Don’t be shy, brave dragon slayer.”

“You might not encounter a female dragon sharing pleasure with you in decades of battle, yet here you are, experiencing it firsthand.”

“Open your eyes, Leon. Look at my face, look at us now.”

“Wretched, fallen, decadent, the union of human and dragon, utterly absurd, isn’t it?”

“But all of this—is my revenge on you, Leon. Your dignity and pride will be crushed beneath my feet like dust!”

The crazed queen was even more alluring than usual.

– – – –

A round of intense “combat” came to an end. The century-long struggle between the human and dragon races reached a moment of shared ecstasy.

Losvicer, feeling the warmth, tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling, her silver hair cascading down like a celestial river.

She let out a slightly deranged laugh. “Look, great dragon slayer, you are being used by a dragon you despise the most. Do you feel the humiliation? Do you feel the helplessness? Heh… hahahaha—”

Leon, having just woken up from a two-year coma, was already extremely weak.

After this ordeal, he felt his body on the verge of collapse.

Leon’s head felt cold, his vision darkened, and the world spun when he closed his eyes.

He had given up on the idea of reasoning with Losvicer and roared,

“Kill me! Losvicer, you’ve had your revenge now. You can kill me, right? Just do it!”

Two years ago, he thought he had no chance of survival, so he wanted to humiliate Losvicer in his final moments.

But she had saved him, only to turn around and violate him in return.

For a proud human hero, this was worse than death.

Losvicer dropped her gentle facade. “Kill you? Hmph, the harm you’ve caused me isn’t something a single act of intimacy can compensate for.”

“Losvicer, what else do you want…?”

“I want you to live, Leon. I want you to live well.”

The Queen slowly leaned down, her face close to Leon’s, her hair falling and tickling his ear.

“Only by living can you continue to be humiliated by me.”

“I want you to live in this shame for the rest of your life, great dragon slayer. Do you understand? For the rest of your life, thoroughly humiliated by me!”

“You might be thinking, just kill yourself when I’m not looking.”

“But I regret to inform you, even if you cut off your own head, I will use all my resources to revive you.”

“I want you to keep living, to be trampled under my feet, to endure my humiliation and revenge.”

“Leon Casmod, no one can kill you until I’m satisfied, not even yourself.”

“Heh… hehehe—”

The warmth and haziness were gone from her silver dragon pupils.

They were replaced by the almost pathological smugness and arrogance of the victorious Silver Dragon Queen.

“And!”

Her laughter abruptly stopped, her eyes widening slightly, making her look like a neurotic madman.

“I’m going to carve my mark on you.”

“This is the highest honor for a dragon. Countless powerful Dragon Kings desire my mark.”

“But only you, Leon, only you can have it.”

“Because for you, it has nothing to do with honor.”

“Carved on your body, it represents shame, it represents you becoming my prisoner, it represents that you can only be bound to me for the rest of your life, unable to go anywhere.”

As she spoke, Losvicer slowly extended her right hand, a silver magic circle shimmering in her palm.

At the same time, she tore open Leon’s shirt with her other hand.

“Losvicer… stop, please stop… don’t do this…”

“I will let you know the consequences of offending me, Losvicer!”

With that, Losvicer pressed her palm down, branding the magic circle onto Leon’s chest.

It wasn’t painful, just a slight burning sensation.

Leon bit his lip, clenching his fists.

But he was powerless to resist Losvicer.

He could only watch helplessly as the crazed dragoness branded him.

After about a minute, Losvicer withdrew her hand, beckoned with her finger, and the mirror from the bedside table flew into her palm.

Holding the mirror, she angled it towards Leon’s chest, allowing him to clearly see the mark.

It was a silver wyvern with wings, incorporating elements of a heart.

It likely symbolized “love.”

Crash—

Losvicer threw the mirror, shattering it.

Then, she pulled open her collar, revealing her breasts.

Leon saw the exact same pattern on her chest.

“A dragon mark. When two bonded individuals begin to yearn for each other, the dragon mark reacts.”

“Of course, the yearning I’m referring to isn’t just emotional longing.”

“Your human dracologists also know the meaning of this pattern.”

“So, even if you do find a chance to escape back to the Empire, I’m not worried.”

“Because if your fellow humans see the dragon mark on you, guess… will you still be the great dragon slayer in their eyes?”

Losvicer chuckled, dressed herself, and got out of bed.

She tidied her slightly messy hair, put on her high heels, and walked towards the door.

Leon closed his eyes, thinking it was over for the day.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

“I’m going to prepare some food for our daughter. Tonight… we continue.”