[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a":3,"chapter-shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-646":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1714574,2190,"Vol. 6 Ch. 12","shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-646",646,"\u003Cp>Leon and the Silver Dragon Queen’s agreement wasn’t just about experiencing their first date.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, the date was only one part of a much larger arrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all began long ago, when Her Majesty, the Queen, became obsessed with romance novels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone in the dragon clans knew, their queen was a bona fide workaholic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before marrying Leon, her days were entirely consumed by work—either at her job or traveling to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t until after their wedding that Her Majesty finally found some leisure time and hobbies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this didn’t change her workaholic nature. She continued managing internal clan affairs daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, as the marriage progressed, the Queen noticeably “softened” and became less aloof toward Leon. Her smiles grew more frequent, and her demeanor gentler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This newfound balance led her to explore other ways to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides sneaking off to rendezvous with the Prince Consort, she secretly indulged in reading sweet romance novels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never dared reveal this little hobby to anyone but Leon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he once asked her why, she replied, “To maintain the dignity of a queen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Leon: Speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as everyone knows, no romance novel is complete without one essential theme—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When love runs deep, it naturally leads to… intimacy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for how it’s done, how long it lasts, how many times it happens, or how detailed it gets—that depends entirely on the author’s skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the tear-jerking love stories, Rosvisser paid particular attention to the \"emotional intensity\" scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Leon, Rosvisser knew nothing about the art of love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After marrying him, she didn’t truly soften; rather, she felt it was her duty as a wife to embrace her body’s needs and their marriage’s long-term goals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On top of that, her natural curiosity about the meaning of pleasure drove her to explore such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the saying goes, “Books hold golden treasures.” If one wants to excel at intimacy, creativity, and making it unforgettable, one might as well gather ideas from romance novels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Her Majesty began jotting down all the quirky scenarios, methods, and plots she encountered in her readings in a small notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even made an agreement with Leon that they would try every method listed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ambitious plan, expected to take at least ten years to complete, was dubbed:The Ascension Project—an endeavor involving various \"assignments\" over a decade. General Leon, truly a legendary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One evening, not long after one of their children’s trips, the couple sat together in bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While casually discussing daily life and intimacy, something suddenly came to Rosvisser’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She got up abruptly, opened the bedside drawer, and pulled out a notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first page listed completed entries:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scenario: Waking Sleeping Beauty — Completed ✔\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ice Cube Kisses — Completed ✔\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blindfold Dance — Completed ✔(Note: Laughing by the second attempt. Highly suspicious that the sly man peeked under the blindfold.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scenario: The Slave Girl and the Melkvey Lord — Completed ✔\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scenario: The Saintess and the Priest — Not Completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leon, I want to finish this one,” Rosvisser declared, pointing to the unfinished entry for The Saintess and the Priest, her eyes sparkling with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon glanced at the notebook, reading its brief summary:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unscrupulous priest abuses his power and authority to humiliate a subordinate saintess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If enacted by the couple, it would involve the classic \"man on top, woman beneath\" dynamic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon raised an eyebrow. “Why this one? You’re usually not into these kinds of scenarios.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In most cases, Rosvisser preferred being the dominant player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a mischievous grin, Rosvisser replied, “Why not? Think about it—a pious saintess forced to unite with a corrupt priest. Such twisted, dark character dynamics! Don’t you find it intriguing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Has your mind become slightly twisted from all these scenarios lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser smacked Leon with a pillow, her tone turning sharp. “Hmph! Forget it if you don’t want to play. Here I was, ready to praise you, and instead, you call me twisted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon immediately raised the white flag, sitting up straight and grinning. “Alright, alright. This one it is. I never said no, did I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser shot him a playful glare, feigning indignation. But as she turned away, a sly, triumphant smile crept across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We haven’t prepared any props,” Leon pointed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Props? We’re so experienced now; who needs them? Just use your words to humiliate me, Priest~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon: ?“You’re already in character?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon had once thought that dragon queens grew lazier after marriage. But now, it seemed their penchant for theatrics only grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his wife was so into it, Leon adjusted his mindset and prepared for his role as the priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearing his throat, he adopted a deep, commanding tone. “Sister Melkvey, do you know why you’ve been summoned here tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling before Leon, Rosvisser clasped her hands neatly on her lap, lowered her head, and answered softly, “No, Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? You don’t know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon reached out, gently lifting Rosvisser’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You look far more beautiful tonight than usual.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-thank you for your praise, Father… It’s getting late. I should… probably leave now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave? And where do you think you’re going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon’s tone grew harsher, his movements more forceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed Rosvisser onto the bed. Her cascading silver hair spilled across the sheets, gleaming under the lamplight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strap of her nightgown slid down her shoulder, revealing part of her chest. Combined with her delicate, expressive face, she perfectly embodied the image of a saintess overwhelmed by a domineering priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, why are you doing this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough chatter. I’ve been watching you for a long time, Sister Melkvey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon delivered his lines with conviction, fully immersed in the role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the couple, any lingering embarrassment had long since become part of the fun, enhancing their enjoyment of the performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to survive in this church, you’ll obey me tonight. Understood, Sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-this isn’t right… Please, Father, let me go…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s too late, Sister Melkvey. Tonight, you’ll learn that being a saintess isn’t as pure as it seems.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar pattern of threats, power dynamics, and shifting roles continued—until the unexpected happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father! I… I have evidence of your sins! If you dare touch me, I’ll expose it to everyone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon froze. That wasn’t part of the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, improvisation was the spice of life, so he decided to play along. “Oh? Evidence? What evidence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Evidence of all your wicked deeds!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Rosvisser pulled a few photos from beneath the pillow and tossed them onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon looked down at the photos Rosvisser had thrown at him. To his astonishment, they were all pictures from their previous \"scenario plays,\" taken after their intimate reenactments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was one with Rosvisser in a princess gown and Leon dressed as a knight.Another depicted the Queen alongside the \"General of a Defeated Nation.\"And yet another showed her holding a whip, playing the role of a captor disciplining her prisoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the photos were staged like portraits, with carefully arranged poses and lighting, creating an artistic atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Using these sweet, sentimental photos as props for this scenario feels a bit… unconventional,” Leon muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it wasn’t a serious performance, so he didn’t dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think these photos are enough to threaten me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon let out a cold chuckle. “Too naive. These photos prove nothing. You can’t even take them out of this room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Rosvisser’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Do you think I only prepared these photos?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon froze.“What… what do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reaction wasn’t just from surprise at the unexpected twist in their play. Her words stirred a distant memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using photos as “leverage” and preparing multiple copies—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded eerily similar to an old contingency plan he had never anticipated being used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong, Father? Are you scared of me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser’s expression shifted from that of a timid saintess to a mischievous schemer, her eyes sparkling with cunning. “If you don’t kneel and kiss my foot right now, I might just let you sober up a little before continuing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kneel and kiss your foot? Ha! Keep dreaming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon’s voice brimmed with defiance. Despite knowing Rosvisser’s penchant for dominance, he couldn’t resist playing along with her provocations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well then, Father, if you’re so bold, I suppose I’ll just have to release these photos,” she teased. “When that happens, everyone will know who you really are. You’ll become a laughingstock, a pariah. Even dreaming of touching my feet would be impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon gritted his teeth. “Fine. You’ve asked for it. If this is the grand finale, Sister Melkvey, don’t blame me for what happens next!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser’s grin widened, triumphant. “Oh? And what do you intend to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think only you have incriminating evidence? I have some as well! Before you became a saintess, weren’t you famously a bunny girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The accusation was absurd, but Rosvisser’s reaction was even more dramatic—she laughed, her expression growing even more alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bunny girl? That’s ancient history. You can’t possibly have proof.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, can’t I?” Leon leaned in closer, falling deeper into her trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if you do?” she challenged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I do, then tonight, you’re mine to command,” Leon declared confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser tilted her head, her smile sharp. “And if you don’t?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon hesitated but replied, “If I don’t… then I’ll submit to you completely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal, Father~” Rosvisser purred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon smirked, confident in his claim. He got up and rushed out of the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, he returned, a hint of unease creeping into his demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser lay on the bed, her long legs draped elegantly over the edge. Her silver eyes sparkled as she softly asked, “So, where’s your evidence, Father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon’s lips tightened. “I’ll find it. Just wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and left again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another ten minutes passed. When he returned, he was sweating and visibly shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father,” Rosvisser teased, her voice sweet but taunting. “If you can’t find your so-called evidence soon, you’ll have to honor our little agreement~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just one more chance!” Leon pleaded. “Let me try one last time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Leon was gone for twenty minutes. When he returned, his face was ashen, his pupils unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… impossible… The photos… they’re all gone. I hid them so carefully years ago. How could—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you looking for these, Father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon’s head snapped up at her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her hands, Rosvisser held three pristine photos of her past self as a bunny girl. Her expression was one of pure victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderstruck, Leon froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him, more devastating than watching his divine powers stripped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How… how did you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry about how I got them,” Rosvisser replied, her voice dripping with mockery. “You told me you burned these, didn’t you? So… what are these?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… well… you see, my Queen, I’m a sentimental man. I kept them to reminisce about our fond memories together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, my dear husband, how thoughtful of you~” Rosvisser cooed, her voice laced with sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Leon could reply, a small flame ignited in Rosvisser’s hand, consuming the photos in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, something inside Leon shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it his hope?His pride?No, it was the last shred of his authority and dignity in their relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a dramatic leap, Leon climbed back onto the bed, kneeling before Rosvisser with tears brimming in his eyes. “My Queen, will you at least hear my explanation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, my dear husband.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, then—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not right now,” she interrupted, cutting him off with a wicked grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, Rosvisser extended one of her long legs, resting her elegant foot before him. “Now, Father, will this be your reward, or shall I crush you underfoot? The choice is yours~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this… a reward?” Leon asked hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s call it that,” she replied, laughing softly. “Every condemned man deserves a last meal before the execution.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her silver eyes gleamed mischievously. “Now, let’s fulfill our little agreement~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the schemer lost.The would-be \"god\" of their playful scenarios could only fall in defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere, deep within the void, shadowy figures stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has the time come for us to act? Shall we show the primitive beings of Samael a glimpse of the void’s true power?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated on a throne lined with cruel spikes, a massive, ominous figure held a blood-red greatsword adorned with a single, malevolent eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” the shadowy figure intoned, his voice ancient and commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But, my lord, Tiamat’s power has completely dissipated. Samael has lost its last god. Surely, this is the perfect moment to—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who said Tiamat was the last god of Samael?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? My lord, I don’t understand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure’s eyes opened, revealing the same terrifying brilliance as the sword’s eye. His voice grew sharper, each word laced with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her primal divine essence may have long faded, but—The first has awakened. She has broken Samael’s web of time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This act has triggered the return of Kronos, one of Samael’s primordial gods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow leaned forward, his presence suffocating. “Though weakened and nearing its end, Kronos will unleash its fury upon the fool who dared meddle with the dominion of time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will this end with the collapse of the Web of Time, or will the wrath of the gods consume everything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll find out soon enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>",2225,"2026-06-06T15:10:07.151Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6416d5780975bf23ff8a82650a8aadedcb4c4023bafc1f76f15bb68d5566454","shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-647","shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-645",914,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fshut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-cover.jpg"]