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

The first word revealed was "cream."

The couple immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Good draw!

Why is it a good draw?

Simply because a simple "cream" could outshine the other families' dishes, clearing some obstacles for Leon's family.

Cream is a trump card in any dish. Helping Leon and Rossweise win the competition wouldn't be an issue. As for the contributions of flour, eggs, and sugar—each accounting for a third of the credit—well, those were secondary.

For the audience, it was a good draw. For the principal's taste buds, it was a good draw. For Leon and Rossweise, it was an especially good draw.

With this "cream" in hand, without even seeing what came next, Leon already knew he could start smiling.

"Cream… puffs."

"Cream puffs?"

Their celebratory champagne was opened too early.

That smile flashed them back to the night with Dragon Dali a month ago.

Oh, that night was undoubtedly one of the most unforgettable of their lives.

Mix in Dragon Dali, a hyper-stimulated Leon, and a half-resisting, half-welcoming Rossweise, and you get—

Cream Puffs (Dragon Queen Edition).

Even the next morning, Rossweise had specifically used a cream puff to wake Leon, rekindling his memories of the previous night.

Little did they expect that one day, cream puffs would exact their revenge.

The two stood frozen in place, faces reddening, their emotions tangled.

"This is what you call good luck?" Rossweise teased.

Leon blushed. "This is targeted! It's unfair!"

'It's making me think of things I shouldn't.'

Suppressing her awkwardness, Rossweise asked, "But… do you know how to make cream puffs?"

Leon replied bluntly, "Wouldn't you know whether I do or not?"

"You…"

"Besides, didn't you make them once before?"

Rossweise's scalp tingled. "That was Anna who made them. I have no idea how to bake something like this."

Leon buried his face in his hands, threading his fingers through his hair. "Who put cream puffs in the draw box? I'll kill them. Can we redraw if I do?"

"We could, but there goes our chance at the championship."

As the couple fretted, a staff member approached. "What did you two draw? Oh, cream puffs—such a lucky pick."

Leon forced a smile. "Thanks for the encouragement."

"Wait, you two aren't good at making pastries?"

Both nodded.

"Oh, no worries. To prevent situations like this, we've prepared detailed recipes for each dish."

The staff member pulled a laminated sheet from their bag—a step-by-step guide for making cream puffs.

"It's a family competition; it's all about having fun. Good luck!"

Since their ankles were tied, moving was inconvenient. Helping each other put on aprons, they avoided eye contact.

But why was it that, while putting on clothes, their minds kept wandering to taking them off?

Once ready, Rossweise rolled up her sleeves, steadied herself, and read the instructions.

[Step 1: Milk...]

The word alone made Rossweise falter.

"Pour the milk into a small saucepan… Milk, milk… Oh, over there. Hand me the milk."

Leon obediently handed it over, not daring to say or look too much.

[Step 2: Butter…]

Butter what?

[Step 3: Fill…]

Fill what?

Why did every word seem normal on its own, but as soon as she thought about them a little more, they felt strangely inappropriate?

The more Rossweise thought about it, the redder her face grew. And the redder her face grew, the harder it was to stop herself from thinking.

That night's memories were simply too vivid.

Finally, Leon couldn't help but ask, "What's with your blushing? Are you seriously shy over making cream puffs?"

Rossweise knew exactly why she was blushing, and Leon did too.

But before she could mock him, Leon struck first.

"Who's blushing? It's just… hot! You, on the other hand, seem flustered. Were you thinking of something indecent?"

"How could that kind of thing be called indecent?" Leon retorted.

Rossweise pounced. "Ah, look, look! I didn't even say what kind of thing it was, and you're already confessing."

"Oh, you—"

"Enough!" Rossweise slapped the recipe onto Leon's chest. "Get to work. You sift the flour; I'll beat the eggs. Move it!"

"Okay, okay."

Meanwhile, Leon overheard the announcer's spirited commentary from another area:

"Oh~ our balloon battle royale has entered the heated phase. Only four little dragons remain on the field."

"Among them, two are from the Claw Dragon Clan, one from the Ice Dragon Clan, and for some reason, the three seem to have reached an agreement to gang up on the remaining Silver Dragon Clan member."

"I remember her—Noah. She's the youngest student in the Young Dragon Division this year, yet her grades are among the best in her class."

"Can she fight her way out of this siege? Let's watch and see!"

Leon and Rossweise instinctively looked toward the balloon battle royale area.

Sure enough, three dragonlings—looking about seven or eight years old—were surrounding Noah.

"It seems like Noah's one-against-three feat from before has spread through the Young Dragon Division. That's why they're teaming up against her now," Leon commented.

"Do you think Noah will be alright?" Rossweise asked, concerned.

"She'll be fine. I believe in our daughter."

Rossweise froze, blinking as she processed Leon's words. "Our… daughter…"

Before she could fully digest it, Leon shouted excitedly, "Yes! Beautiful counter-flip. Take them down, my girl!"

As he yelled, flour unexpectedly flew onto Rossweise's face.

In his excitement, Leon had accidentally swung his arm, flinging flour everywhere.

Realizing this, he quickly approached, sheepishly wiping her face.

"Sorry, sorry. Our daughter was just too cool. I lost control."

Using his sleeve, he gently cleaned the flour from Rossweise's face.

Unfortunately, this tender scene caught the announcer's attention.

"Noah is holding her own against three opponents, while her parents, amidst an intense cooking competition, still find time to care for each other. Truly, what a loving couple, pouring their affection into every detail."

Leon froze mid-wipe.

What had been an unremarkable moment now sounded like a grand display of affection after the announcer's embellishment.

"Good thing the audience is far away and can't see clearly," Leon muttered.

Too bad—

"Since the audience might not see clearly, let's use our large projection stone to broadcast this touching moment above the venue."

The projection stone activated, displaying Leon wiping Rossweise's face for all to see.

Everyone in the venue saw it clearly.

In the VIP viewing section, Principal Wilson leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard. "As expected of the model couple I selected. They might as well tattoo 'loving' on their faces."

The noodle company CEO and the renowned food critic nodded in agreement.

The crowd was deeply moved by the display of familial love.

The couple in question, however, felt differently.

"Which dragon do I need to slay to end this event early?" Leon growled.

"I suggest slaying all witnesses," Rossweise replied.

After a brief moment of social death, they returned their attention to the cream puffs.

[Step 4: Shape the puffs into your desired form.]

Rossweise frowned at the instructions. "My desired form… but the school only provided…"

When she looked at the only mold available, Leon was already measuring its length and thickness in his hand.

Rossweise buried her face in her hands.

Perfect. It looked even worse now.

'This is the mold's fault. It has nothing to do with me. I don't even like this shape.' she thought, consoling herself as she shaped the puffs.

As the cream puffs neared completion, Leon heard good news from Noah's side.

"Congratulations to Noah K. Melkvei for defending her balloon and achieving victory against three opponents."

The small figure stood in the center of the field, visibly exhausted but raising her hand in triumph, giving a thumbs-up toward Leon and Rossweise.

"Big sister is amazing! Did you see that? That's Luna's big sister. She's incredible!" cheered the spectators.

If their daughter had achieved such success, how could her parents fall behind?

Leon and Rossweise focused all their energy on completing the final step of their cream puffs:

"Slice the side of the puff and… fill it with cream…"

Rossweise swallowed. "Fill it…"

That verb dragged her back to some unmentionable memories.

Leon only vaguely recalled the events of that night, but Rossweise remembered every detail.

"Worried about spilling the cream? Don't worry. I'll handle the filling. You hold the puff open," Leon suggested.

"Uh… okay?"

"What's with the hesitation? The team next to us is almost done. Let's hurry!"

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