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

Speaking, Leon handed the cream puff with a slit cut to Rossweise.

Rossweise lowered her head and gently opened the slit on the side of the cream puff with her fingers.

Something felt off.

Extremely off.

This action... it seemed like she had done it on that night as well...

"Hold it steady, I'm about to squeeze the cream in," Leon reminded her.

"...Mm."

*Squelch*

"Hey, slow down! It's overflowing!" Rossweise exclaimed in a panic.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I used too much force."

Finally, after their joint effort, three cream puffs filled with cream were completed.

The couple bent down, shoulder to shoulder, admiring the delicious dessert they had made together.

"Indeed, it's our minds that are dirty, not the cream puffs themselves," Leon said with a touch of self-awareness.

"Drop the 'our,' the dirty one is just you. Thank you."

"Tsk, how can you say that? It was you who used cream puffs as a metaphor back then. I was so innocent at the time."

Rossweise shot him a side glance, picked up the tray, and straightened up. "Hurry, let's turn it in."

Indeed, it was time to submit their creation—though Leon preferred to use the term "offer up." He just wasn't sure what score these cream puffs, which evoked "embarrassing memories," would receive.

Whether they were filled with love, Leon wasn't certain.

But hatred? That was definitely there.

At this moment, Vice Principal Wilson and two others had already arrived at the judges' table.

Before going up, the staff untied the ropes that had been bound around Leon and Rossweise's feet.

'Ah~'

'The feeling of freedom.'

The two of them carried the tray and approached the judges' table.

The three judges each took a piece of the cream puff and began tasting it.

First was the representative responsible for Teswa Noodles for Young Dragons: "Hmm, not bad, but it would've been better with some meat floss. I'll give it a seven."

Next was a renowned food critic: "The puff is crisp and delicious, and the cream is rich and smooth. While it doesn't evoke the shy charm of a lowered head in a cool breeze, it carries a unique sense of happiness. I'll give it a nine."

Leon leaned toward Rossweise and whispered, "If spouting nonsense can make you a food critic, then I'm qualified too."

Rossweise stifled a laugh and gestured for him to keep quiet.

Finally, Vice Principal Wilson spoke: "This cream puff has a full appearance and exudes a delightful creamy aroma. I assume you two often make these at home?"

The couple poked at each other behind the scenes, signaling for the other to answer this deeply embarrassing question.

In the end, Rossweise quietly muttered, "Seven days of vacation."

Only then did Leon step up and answer with gusto, "Yes, Vice Principal, my wife and I often make them at home. We both love cream puffs and enjoy the process of making them together."

While saying this, he kept reminding himself internally:

'Cream puffs are pure. It's only people's minds that are dirty. As long as my mind stays clean, I'm just talking about cream puffs.'

'Yes, that's it—just cream puffs.'

"Haha, it seems the two of you have a colorful life in private. May I ask, does this cream puff embody any special feelings between you two?"

The couple both knew exactly what the Vice Principal wanted to hear at this moment.

It was just like a job interview—blatantly lying through their teeth.

So, they exchanged a glance and, in perfect sync, held hands (why was this getting more natural?).

"Yes, Vice Principal, while cream puffs are simple, they are filled with our deep, special love," Rossweise said.

Leon glanced at the milky-white cream on the puff and nodded. "Mm, very deep... very special."

"What a satisfactory answer. Perfect! I give you a ten. Congratulations to the two of you."

'No wonder they were the model family I had my eye on—their love could even make something as ordinary as cream puffs so delicious. How many families can achieve this?'

After the scoring ended, Noah joined them to wait for the final rankings.

About half an hour later, Vice Principal Wilson held the list and slowly began reading:

"And now, the rankings for Saint Heath Academy's First Family Parent-Child Sports Day are out. Let me announce the top three."

"In third place, from the Claw Dragon Clan, the Alex family. They will receive a coupon for Teswa Noodles for Young Dragons, valid for fifty years."

"In second place, from the Wind Dragon Clan, the Ross family. Their prize is a rare B-class magic tome."

"And in first place~"

*Drumroll*

The Vice Principal deliberately dragged out the tone, teasing the audience.

Leon couldn't help clenching his fists, while Noah hugged her mom's arm tightly.

"Before that, why don't we listen to an advertisement for Teswa Noodles?"

"BOOOOOO!"

The audience burst into a chorus of jeers.

The Vice Principal chuckled, raising his hand. "Calm down, it's just a little joke. Now, for the first place—the winners are—"

"THE MELKVEI FAMILY FROM THE SILVER DRAGON CLAN! LET'S CONGRATULATE THEM!"

Thousands of dragons in the audience stood up and applauded.

Noah and Rossweise visibly let out a sigh of relief.

"As the first-place winners, your reward is a luxurious seven-day spa retreat."

Upon hearing this, Leon's smile froze.

———

Saint Heath Academy: 'You want a vacation? We don't agree!'

Leon: 'Damn it! Kill, kill, kill!'

———

Once upon a time, there was a perfect seven-day vacation laid before him, but he didn't cherish it.

Only after winning the championship and regretting it deeply did he realize: the greatest pain of defeat and capture was losing such a gift.

If heaven could give him another chance, he would surely choose to be a vacationing recluse.

If he had to set a time limit on this vacation, he would hope for seven days —Excerpt from The Glorious and Abstract Life of Leon Casmodeous, the Empire's Strongest Dragon Slayer.

Leon lay on the soft bed of a top-tier hotel in Sky City.

Beneath him was a luxurious mattress, the room filled with the scent of high-end incense. On the bedside table sat a magical bell. It was said that with just a light press, within two minutes, a professional service staff member would knock on the door—

The staff could either be a meticulous and gentlemanly Sebastian or a playful and seductive black-silk dragon maid, depending on personal preference.

Of course, regardless of the type of service, it was all entirely proper and wholesome.

The entire afternoon, Leon lay in the hotel room mourning the loss of his seven-day vacation as a recluse.

Mourning by himself wasn't enough. Every half an hour, he rang the bell and asked the arriving Sebastian or dragon maid:

"Do you long for a vacation?"

But the staff were rigorously trained, and their uniform response was: "We long for you, our esteemed guest, to have a wonderful vacation."

'Wonderful!'

'Wonderful, my foot!'

'Can you see the word "wonderful" written on my mourning face?'

'Or do you people just not know how to read?'

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sound of knocking came.

"I didn't call for bell service," Leon replied while lying on the bed.

"It's me," came Rossweise's voice.

Leon rolled his eyes and ignored her.

When they checked in this morning, she had clearly requested an extra key to his room. Why was she pretending to be a polite lady dragon by knocking now?

A weasel paying respects to a chicken—it was never with good intentions.

Leon pulled the blanket over himself and burrowed inside.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Open the door, Leon. It's urgent."

'What urgent matter could you possibly have?'

'You're already the wife of the champion family. That's like a little cow riding a hot air balloon—you're on cloud nine!'

Irritated, Leon turned to his side and covered his ears with the blanket.

Click!

The sound of the door unlocking came. As expected, Rossweise used the key to let herself in.

The sound of high heels approached and finally stopped by Leon's bedside.

Thankfully, he had just turned over, so now his back was facing Rossweise.

"Turn around. I need to talk to you," Rossweise said.

"I'm asleep."

"Then how are you answering me in your sleep?"

Leon closed his eyes and said nothing.

Click! Click! Click!

Rossweise walked in her high heels around the foot of the bed to the other side, finally facing Leon.

But who would've thought—

Leon flipped over again to the other side.

Rossweise put her hands on her hips, bit her lip, and angrily walked around again.

And then Leon flipped over once more.

And so it went—he turned, she circled, and there was no escape.

After a few rounds, Rossweise lost her patience. She took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat on Leon's—

Waist.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you for these seven days," Rossweise said sincerely.

"You're sitting on my waist and saying that? Do you have any credibility at all?"

Rossweise lifted herself slightly, flipped Leon onto his back, and then—

Sat on his stomach.

"Hmm, is this more comfortable now?" Rossweise asked.

Leon was speechless, covering his face with both hands and letting out a heavy sigh.

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