Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C20

Chapter 20: Listening to a Woman’s Words in Reverse

After obtaining crucial intelligence from Maureen, Rosvitha didn’t rush to take Leon out of the dungeon.

To be precise, she didn’t leave the entire dungeon at all.

They traversed through the corridors of the prison and arrived at another area.

Although all were barred with iron windows, doors, and railings, Leon keenly noticed that all the cells in this area were empty.

Unlike the area Maureen had just been in, which still housed dozens of Dragon Clan prisoners.

Seemingly sensing Leon’s confusion, Rosvitha explained, “This is the area for imprisoning outsiders.”

Leon paused in his steps, murmuring quietly, “Imprisoning outsiders…”

Silver Dragon Clan were not belligerent; they never actively sought to attack other Dragon Clan or outsiders, so it was normal for this area specially prepared for outsider prisoners to be empty.

But why did she bring him here?

Although Leon wasn’t entirely sure what the Mother Dragon was up to, his intuition told him it wasn’t anything good.

As they walked deeper into this area, Rosvitha spoke, “Do you know what the biggest battle with outsiders the Silver Dragon Clan have had in recent years was?”

“Which one?” Leon asked subconsciously.

“The Battle of the Human Empire’s Dragon Slayer Army invasion.”

Great, he shouldn’t have asked.

Leon rolled his eyes in silence. “So what?”

“In that battle, we captured a warrior hailed as the strongest dragon slayer. Can you guess who…?”

As they conversed, the couple arrived at the door of the deepest cell.

Leon remained emotionally unaffected by Rosvitha’s dredging up of old accounts.

He even felt like laughing.

“So what if I was captured? Aren’t I still the father of your three children now?”

General Leon had always preferred to reason with dragons, but when it came to becoming a father after being captured, he had a somewhat “dead pig not afraid of boiling water” attitude.

No matter how much the Mother Dragon teased and joked about him, a simple “I’m your husband” from him could level the playing field.

“Alright, alright, you’re the father of my children, you’re my husband, whatever you say.”

Rosvitha chuckled lightly, then slowly turned around, facing the cold cell in front of them.

Leon followed her gaze. “So why are we here?”

“Hmm? Can’t revisiting old haunts evoke some fond memories of your time here?”

“What fond memories—”

Leon’s words trailed off as memories suddenly exploded in his mind like a buried landmine ignited by a spark, vividly replaying the moments when he first became Rosvitha’s captive, right here in this cell.

Oh…

Leon realized.

No wonder this Mother Dragon just mentioned going back to the “place where dreams began”.

She had a point. This was indeed where he and Rosvitha started.

But Leon still didn’t understand why Rosvitha brought him here.

“Oh? Judging by your expression, I assume you’ve remembered?” Rosvitha asked with a smile.

Leon stuffed his hands into his pockets, pursed his lips, and reluctantly responded, “Yeah, I remembered. So, why did we come here then?”

“Returning to where dreams began, of course… to relive the dream once again.”

She opened the cell door and then made a very standard gesture of invitation, “Prisoner first.”

Gulp—

Leon swallowed hard. If he understood her implications correctly, Rosvitha wanted to… revisit the infamous Blood Puzzlement case with him in this cell?

Judging by the smile on her face, Leon felt he probably wasn’t mistaken.

So he immediately objected, “No.”

“Why not?”

Leon’s peripheral vision scanned the interior of the cell. A spark of inspiration hit him, and he replied, “It’s too dirty here. Bacteria and stuff, not good for the body.”

“No, it’s fine. This place hasn’t housed anyone for many years, except you. Any bacteria here are the same ones you had initially. It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“…Still, I can’t.”

The queen leaned against the cell door, arms crossed, looking displeased. “Why not?”

“I’m afraid it’ll stir up bad memories for you.”

“You’ve given me plenty of bad memories already. What’s one more? Don’t make me say it a third time. Behave and get in there, prisoner.”

In Rosvitha’s bedroom, they had played the roles of “queen and prisoner” many times in role-playing games. But this time, it was all too real.

While Leon was still pondering what excuse to use to avoid this assignment, the dragon tattoo on his chest lit up.

Clearly, Rosvitha wasn’t planning to give him any time to dawdle this time.

After all, they were in a cell. Despite saying she didn’t mind, it was best to make it a quick affair.

She took Leon’s wrist and pulled him into the cell.

Her supple and graceful figure lay on the dry grass, her prisoner husband removed his shirt, revealing his sturdy and resolute body, and the dragon tattoo on his chest shimmered with a deep purple light.

This time, Rosvitha opted for a passive role. She closed her eyes, relishing the familiar and gentle kisses and caresses. A flush of red spread across her weary face, and a satisfied smile curved her lips.

In truth, Rosvitha’s decision to engage in this encounter with Leon here was purely impulsive. The magic of probing memories had significant side effects, causing the user considerable stress. Unfortunately, the queen’s way of relieving stress was simple and rough.

Moreover, despite her conservative demeanor in public, she secretly longed to do more exciting and rebellious things when alone with Leon.

She had pondered why she had such desires. Ultimately, she realized that the thrill of breaking boundaries could become addictive. She was intoxicated by the “high” Leon brought her and had no desire to save herself, only to sink deeper into depravity with him.

What was wrong with that? Being a Silver Dragon Queen was exhausting enough. Let her freely release her inner rebellion and suppression in front of her false husband.

The reaction of the dragon tattoo also gradually intoxicated Leon. He leaned down, pressing against Rosvitha’s chest, feeling the delightful softness. Raising his hand, he gently caressed her cheek and softly asked, “Are you really comfortable here? I mean, considering… what happened before.”

Rosvitha knew what he was referring to. He had mentioned it just now—the so-called “bad memories.”

Her silver eyes locked onto his, a smirk playing on her lips as she teased, gently pinching his earlobes, “Relax, dear. Nothing here will stir up any bad memories for me. It’ll only make me—”

She leaned in closer, whispering softly in Leon’s ear, “want to conquer you even more.”

Without a doubt, Rosvitha was provoking him. It was her usual tactic. And unfortunately for Leon, he always fell for it, time and time again.

Sure enough, upon hearing her words, Leon immediately grabbed her by the neck and pressed her back onto the grass. He exerted just enough force to let her know he was in control without making it difficult for her to breathe. It was something she had expressed liking before—a rough touch during their encounters.

Rosvitha smiled satisfactorily, her fingertips lightly tracing over Leon’s wrist. In her gaze, there were countless nuances of allure.

“Darling, I don’t like it when you’re so rough with me,” she said.

When it comes to a woman’s words, listen in reverse. When she says she doesn’t like something, it often means she wants more of it!