I Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder, Only to be Desired by the Dragon King - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Holy Crap! Human Body, Dragon Tail? Feng Xiuyan is still…

Feng Xiuyan seemed to still be in a deep sleep, his eyes tightly closed. His long white eyelashes looked like two delicate little fans, casting faint shadows on his eyelids. The dragon horns atop his head curved with an elegant grace—pearly white at the base, with tips glowing in a soft pink that matched the end of his tail. It was unexpectedly cute.

Suddenly, a flood of chaotic memories broke through the haze and surged into Shen Youqing’s mind—Chu Heng’s flushed face, the cold glint of his fangs nearing his neck. The hair on the back of his neck stood up: “Damn! That brat Chu Heng actually tried to bite me! He wanted to poison me? How black-hearted can you get!”

Then came the memory of Feng Xiuyan bursting through the door, dragon aura swirling as he took him into his arms… and the memory of himself, tortured by the Lust Gu until he lost his mind, crying and acting spoiled while begging for dual-cultivation…

“Crap.” Shen Youqing’s ears turned beet red instantly, the heat spreading all the way down to his neck.

So… did he and Feng Xiuyan actually… do it?! Σ( °△°|||)︴

He instinctively wiggled his backside, but after a couple of movements, he froze.

“Why doesn’t it hurt?” Shen Youqing frowned, cautiously twisting his waist again. The feeling of being limp and sore was there—as if all his strength had been siphoned away—but there was absolutely zero discomfort in the place where there should have been discomfort?!!

He even dared to secretly arch his back to test the sensation, becoming even more confused: “This isn’t right, is it?”

“Stop wiggling, Qingqing.”

A deep, resonant voice—like it was echoing from the heart of a mountain—suddenly sounded above him. Scared half to death, Shen Youqing nearly slid off the dragon’s back, frantically grabbing a cool dragon scale to steady himself.

He looked up and met Feng Xiuyan’s drooping, misty-blue dragon eyes. The pupils were vertical slits, reflecting his own flushed face, carrying a hint of restraint and an ocean of tenderness.

“Feng Xiuyan?” Shen Youqing’s voice trembled. He instinctively shrank back against the scales. “You… why haven’t you turned back into a human?”

The dragon’s head lowered slightly, its snout nuzzling the top of his hair with incredible gentleness. “I’m sorry, Qingqing. The Gu was too fierce this time. I exhausted too much dragon breath to soothe it. I must stabilize my internal energy first. Once I’ve settled, I’ll take you home immediately.”

Shen Youqing was stunned. His brain felt like it had exploded. After all that overthinking… nothing happened? The soreness was just the weakness following Gu’s retreat and the reaction to being nurtured by the dragon’s breath and kisses.

“You… and me…” He stammered for a long time before squeezing out the rest: “So we didn’t… that?”

It was only then that Feng Xiuyan realized the subtext. His misty-blue pupils contracted sharply, and his coiled body tensed. Even his pearly scales flickered with a faint tremor. His voice was laced with panicked fluster: “No! I only used my dragon breath to suppress the Gu for you, just like before.”

Shen Youqing’s brow is knitted into a tiny knot. His tone was full of disbelief: “It got to that point and you actually managed to hold back?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he froze. That was way too blunt. His ears felt like they were on fire.

Feng Xiuyan was clearly stunned. His dragon whiskers froze in mid-air for a long moment before swaying gently. His voice was low and warm: “I didn’t want to… while you weren’t in your right mind. That would be unfair to you, and I wouldn’t want you to feel wronged.”

The dragon’s head lowered further until it almost touched his forehead. “Besides, you haven’t agreed to my marriage proposal yet. Crossing that line would be disrespectful to you.”

“Who said I wouldn’t agree?” Shen Youqing was amused by this rigid gentleness. Forgetting his shyness, he reached out and patted the cool dragon nose. “We’ve kissed several times already. Last time you helped me with the Gu, you touched everything that needed touching… what, are you trying to back out of your responsibility now?”

“I am not!” Feng Xiuyan was so anxious his tail slapped the ground. He nearly flipped over, forgetting Shen Youqing was still sitting on him.

Shen Youqing swayed and cried out as he started to slip. Feng Xiuyan quickly caught him, using the scales on his belly to gently support his waist. His voice shook: “I’ll take responsibility! How could I possibly not!”

The cave fell silent for a beat before Shen Youqing burst into a muffled laugh, followed by Feng Xiuyan’s deep, joyous rumble. The dragon’s body relaxed, swaying Shen Youqing gently as if acting spoiled.

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The Heat and the Confession

The joy in Feng Xiuyan’s chest was nearly overflowing, vibrating through his dragon form. Qingqing said he’d “take responsibility”—he agreed to the marriage! Qingqing was truly willing to be his mate.

This realization was like a searing flame, instantly igniting his long-suppressed emotions. His dragon breath turned scorching. His own “heat period” had already been triggered early by Shen Youqing’s Gu. Yesterday, while suppressing the poison, the scent of his mate had nearly driven him over the edge. He had relied on pure willpower to hold back his primal instincts.

Now, hit by this sudden surge of happiness, his tight nerves snapped. The restlessness inside him surged. His pearly scales shivered with the effort of restraint, and the pink tint on his tail tip deepened until it looked like it might bleed.

“Ugh…” Feng Xiuyan groaned. He lifted his head, his blue eyes clouded with undeniable desire—he was losing control.

“Qingqing, I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse, every word squeezed through his teeth. “Can you… can you leave for a moment? Please.”

He placed Shen Youqing on a flat rock at the cave entrance. Shen Youqing looked back, confused. He was fine a second ago, so what now? Inside, Feng Xiuyan was coiled tight, his breathing heavy, his scales glowing with heat.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Youqing stepped forward. “Is your dragon breath messy again?” He assumed it was a side effect of the Gu.

Feng Xiuyan turned his head away, avoiding his touch. “It’s… the Dragon Race’s heat period.” He gasped for air. “It was triggered yesterday… I’ve been holding it back… I can’t anymore. Qingqing, go. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

Shen Youqing realized the truth. His eyes went wide. It wasn’t an energy malfunction—it was his “mating season”!?

Looking at the dragon coiled like a taut bowstring, suffering yet trying to keep his distance, Shen Youqing’s heart softened. Instead of retreating, he moved closer. “I’m not leaving. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Before he could finish, he was suddenly snared by Feng Xiuyan’s tail and dragged into a solid, burning embrace.

Feng Xiuyan had shifted back into human form—wait, no! Shen Youqing looked down at the smaller dragon tail still wrapped around his waist. He looked up at that devastatingly handsome face, then back at the swaying tail.

Holy crap! Human body, dragon tail!!

Feng Xiuyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently. His blue eyes were dark pools of lust. His tail, no longer hidden, lashed about, its silver-white scales shimmering with a wet luster. The air was thick with the scent of ambergris.

He stroked Shen Youqing’s neck, his fingers trembling. His heavy, hot breath scorched Shen Youqing’s ear: “Don’t move… if you move, I’m afraid I’ll lose control and devour you whole.”

Shen Youqing felt numb from the heat. The touch on his neck sent sparks through his body. He tried to shrink back, but his hand accidentally grabbed the thrashing tail. The cool scales felt slippery, and he was pricked by a tiny spine at the edge. “Ouch! Why does your tail have spikes?”

He let go, but Feng Xiuyan pulled him tighter, as if trying to merge their bones.

“Put this thing away! It poked me,” Shen Youqing grumbled, pressing down on the restless tail.

Feng Xiuyan’s jaw tensed, the corners of his eyes flushed with physiological red. He was in agony from the restraint. “Qingqing, why won’t you listen?”

Shen Youqing looked up at him, took a deep breath, and made a monumental decision: “I’m willing.”

“What?” Feng Xiuyan’s pupils shook.

“I like you, Feng Xiuyan,” Shen Youqing said clearly.

Those words were like warm sugar. Feng Xiuyan’s eyes lit up like fireworks. A tremor started at the base of his spine and spread to his fingertips—not from the pain of restraint, but from sheer, overwhelming joy.

“I like you. So, this isn’t forced. I want to.”

A low, guttural groan escaped Feng Xiuyan—a sound of pure vibration filled with happiness. Before the last word landed, he descended like an unstoppable tide.

His entire body was shaking, and even his kiss was a frantic, trembling thing. He melted all his joy, his restraint, and his love into that kiss. It was fierce yet soft.

The dragon tail, which had gone stiff, suddenly came alive again. This time, there was no roughness. It carefully coiled around Shen Youqing’s ankles, its scales softening as if afraid to startle a treasure. It simply held him close, nuzzling his skin with its softest side, like a giant dog begging for forgiveness.