Chapter 0264-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Said the Queen with a teasing smile, gently brushing the corner of Leon’s mouth with her blazing lips, the

“Remember that night at the hot springs? I had obviously retracted my tail, and you wanted me to show it. Fine, this time I’ll satisfy your fondness for my tail, ruthlessly and satisfactorily.”

There is a common and very strange psychological phenomenon shared by this unjustly seeded couple, and that is:

This is something I can ask you and order you to do, but you can’t do it with me on your own accord.

Take the tail thing, for example.

Leon could order Loseweather to add her tail to their turn-in session, but if Loseweather used it on her own volition, that would be unacceptable to Leon.

To put it bluntly, it is a question of “coercion versus voluntariness”.

They both love to force themselves on each other.

But it’s not forcing the other person to do something they don’t like to do, they’re simply …… forcing it.

“Roseweather, stop it-“

Uh, Sumio?

Whatever. Anyway, stop it quickly!

Leon said as he tried to struggle a bit.

But Loseweather’s palm pressed gently against his chest, “Don’t move oh dragon slayer, a tail is not the same as a hand or a foot, I don’t have as fine a level of control over it.”

Loseweather pressed him back down and continued, “What if I’m not careful and use too much force~~ tsk tsk tsk, what if I break it?”

“…… So you have to use your tail?”

“What, are you implying that I use my feet like I did that time before?”

Then forget it.

And then you have to drag the sage to wash your feet afterward.

Leon twisted his head away, not looking at Loseweather was the last of his stubbornness.

But chairs and beds weren’t the same, and there was just a little more room, so no matter how much he twisted his head around, all it took was a slight movement of Lois Visser’s body to reappear in his line of sight.

When moving, the softness of the chest also slightly squeezes and rubs, adding to the burden of Leon’s “gun press”.

Thinking about it…I’m sure it’s better not to just move around.

Loseweather’s tail gradually wrapped around the real target this time.

It was like a flexible and enchanting viper, with the same moderate force as it had just been, and could exert a certain amount of pressure on Leon, but it didn’t make him feel uncomfortable.

But what didn’t sit well with Los Vespers was that Leon seemed a bit frosty – wilted?

Raising his eyes to look at the guy one more time, he was, as expected, there forcing himself to be as bland as an old monk.