Chapter 0408-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

It was in this cell that he spent his time.

Oh.

Leon drifted off.

No wonder this she-dragon had just said she wanted to go to the ‘place where dreams begin’.

She had a few points; this was indeed the place where he and Loseweather had begun.

But Leon still hadn’t figured out why Loseweather had brought him here.

“Oh? By the look on your face, you should have remembered?” Losweather asked with a smile.

Leon copied his hands into the pockets of his pants and grimaced, responding reluctantly, “Well, come to think of it. So what, you still haven’t said what you’re doing here.”

“Going back to the place where the dream started, of course, is …… doing the dream again in the beginning.”

She opened the cell door and then made a very standard ‘please’ gesture, “Prisoners first.”

Gobble–

Leon swallowed.

If his comprehension of words was correct, just now Los Vespers meant that she wanted to be with him in this cell ……

Revisit the Blood Daze fiasco of the day?

Judging by the smile on her face, Leon thought he would have guessed correctly.

So he immediately said, “No.”

“Why not?”

Leon’s afterglow swept the interior of the cell, and in a flash of inspiration, he returned, “How dirty it is in here, germs and all, it’s not good for your health.”

“No it won’t, this place hasn’t been closed in years, except for you. Any germs are the same ones you had on you in the first place, it’s fine, I don’t mind.”

“…… That, that won’t work either.”

The Queen leaned against the cell door, her arms over her chest, her face displeased, “Why?”

“I was afraid of bringing back bad memories.”

“You’ve brought me plenty of bad memories, what’s this one? Don’t make me say it a third time, get your ass in there, captive.”

They had roleplayed ‘Queen and Captive’ many times in Los Vesper’s bedroom.

But this time, the play is real.

On Leon’s side, he was still thinking about what excuse to use to avoid this turn-in, but the dragon tattoo on his chest was already lit up.

It was clear that Losweather wasn’t going to give him the time of day to pull his punches this time.

After all, it was in a cell, and although he said he didn’t mind, it was better to make it quick.

She took Leon by the wrist and dragged him into the middle of the cell.

The soft, shapely form lay on a dry mound of weeds on the ground as her captor, Mr. Captive, removed his top, revealing a solid, rigid body and a dragon tattoo that shimmered with an ethereal purple glow on his chest.

This time, Loseweather chose to be passive.