Chapter 0148-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

But it’s a shame.

Your opponent, Dragonlance.

Lossweather’s face suddenly reddened as she looked down, the dragon tattoo on her chest glistening.

“Awesome oh Leon-san, you got the gist so quickly~”

Leon looked away, avoiding the sight of the she-dragon, “I… I finished my homework, is that okay?”

He actually knew it was far from over, but he wanted to ask anyway.

In case this mother dragon pardons him and lets him go-

“That’s certainly, no~ can~ be~ oh~”

Row, disillusionment.

“It’s just a little after-school exercise, Leon-san hasn’t turned in his homework yet.”

The dragon pattern gradually resonated.

Leon had once again lost to this she-dragon –

Inexplicably, there is a feeling that there are a thousand ways to win, but a hundred ways to lose.

Leon’s mouth was getting dry and his body was starting to get restless and hard.

His hands traveled upward all the way along Los Viceroy’s waist.

Loseweather tilted her head back slightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the wonderful touch of the

“Leon’s classmates …… are misbehaving ……”

Leon began to write his homework.

Gripping the pencil, I scribbled furiously in my workbook, the tip of the pen rubbing against the smooth white paper and making a rustling sound;

Because of the fast pace of the writing down, it was inevitable that there would be some flaws and mistakes, so Los Vespers had enough correction fluid for him.

Teachers and students worked together, and after an hour or so, Leon turned in his homework.

Lois Visser scraped the correction fluid off the worksheet and gave Leon a good once-over.

After confirming that he was done, Leon said, “Teacher …… can we leave the class now?”

“Hmm? It’s still a no-no.”

“Why? I’ve already turned in my homework!”

“You turned in homework for just one subject, there are six more to come yah.”

Leon:?

“Teacher, you’re such a homework fiend.”

“Cut the crap, Leon-san, cheer up and be ready to do your homework all night~”

Inside the classroom, the lights are on, and the teenager with his head buried in his hands is writing hard.

It was destined to be a, well, grueling evening.

There are some fires that sooner or later must burn when they should.

The main one, though late, arrives.

(Big Sis: So the flirting at my house was part of your PLAY?)

xx

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