Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 154: Gin… Is From the House of Big Bo0bs?!
The full moon turned Gin to silver. The light clung to the obsidian curves of her frame, sharpening her into something unreal—a vision both dangerous and impossibly beautiful.
From above, Drakovitch watched. His breathing slowed as his gaze locked onto her. Her attempt at seduction was unrefined, messy, and wild, but to a man like him, it was more intoxicating than the most polished courtly dance.
He didn’t call the guards. He didn’t hesitate.
In a single motion, Drakovitch vaulted over the marble railing. His white robes billowed like wings as he dropped twenty feet, landing before her in a silence that made the ground tremble.
He rose to his full height. Even as his massive frame loomed, he barely reached the level of her chest. The heavy, primal scent of the dragon flooded Gin’s senses, turning her knees to water.
She whipered,
"Uh-uhm... Your Majesty—"
Before she could speak, Drakovitch cut her off. The sharp, heavy sting of alcohol on his breath hit her full in the face.
"I saw you in the hall. The girl who catches falling mothers. The girl with the golden eyes."
His silver gaze moved over her with agonizing slowness, tracing every inch of her obsidian skin. He took her in, unhurried and hungry.
"And this skin... your size... Let’s just say you are a whole lot of woman. Seeing you this close, I feel like I’ve walked straight into a... wet dream."
Gin’s entire body locked. The heat that had already been creeping across her face exploded into a full blaze.
"W-W-WET—?!"
Her golden eyes went wide.
"M-My King! You—you can’t just say something like that to a woman!"
Her hands flailed for a second before she awkwardly crossed her arms over her chest, trying—far too late—to look composed. But the damage was done. Her face was burning.
Behind the bush, Shuna had both hands clamped over her mouth, her shoulders shaking violently as she tried to keep her laughter from exploding out loud. Her eyes were watering from the effort.
Gin, meanwhile, looked like she might spontaneously combust.
"I-I mean—! Your Majesty, you’re drunk! Y-You shouldn’t be saying things like that!"
Her gaze darted everywhere except at him. But the worst part? She could still smell him. That heavy, intoxicating dragon scent flooding her senses again.
Her knees nearly buckled.
"G-Gods... Why is he standing so close..."
Drakovitch only chuckled. He leaned even closer, clearly enjoying every second of her panic.
"Can’t say things like that? I’m the king. I can say anything I want."
His silver eyes glinted mischievously.
"Even naughty things."
Gin’s entire body froze.
"And besides... you look like you like hearing them."
"W-WHAT?!"
Her composure shattered instantly.
"N-No I don’t! I absolutely do not like hearing them! Your Majesty, please stop saying things like that!"
Drakovitch only grinned wider, clearly unconvinced. Then his gaze drifted over her again, thoughtful this time.
"Hm.... What house are you from?"
"M-My house?"
"Yes. With a body like that, I would guess Crimsonscales."
He paused, then immediately shook his head.
"No... actually, no. Crimsonscales women are more like boars."
Gin stared at him in stunned disbelief.
"You know. Big shoulders. Thick necks. The kind of women who hunt the boars instead of the men."
He gestured vaguely.
"Strong... but not like you."
Gin opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Behind the bush, Shuna’s shoulders began shaking again.
Drakovitch continued thinking out loud.
"Then maybe Asulfang?"
Gin shook her head quickly.
"N-No, Your Majesty."
"Hm..."
He stared at her chest thoughtfully. Then, with absolute seriousness, he asked:
"House of Big... Boobs?"
A choking noise exploded from the bush.
"PFFFF—!"
Shuna completely lost the battle. Her laughter burst out violently as she collapsed into the leaves, trying and failing to stay quiet.
Drakovitch’s head snapped toward the bush. His eyes narrowed.
"What was that?"
He started to turn. But before he could look— Gin panicked. Her hand shot up and grabbed his jaw.
Firm.
Strong.
She physically turned his face back toward her.
"NOTHING!"
The word came out far too loudly. Her golden eyes were wide with pure terror.
Up close, Drakovitch blinked slowly. For a moment he simply stared at her, surprised. Very few people in the kingdom dared touch the king. Even fewer would dare grab his face and turn it like that.
Gin realized what she had done. Her soul briefly left her body.
"OH! I APOLOGIZE—"
Behind him, the bush shook violently again as Shuna silently suffocated from laughter. Drakovitch, however, did not look angry.
If anything, something in his expression sharpened. A slow grin crept across his face as realization settled in. A woman had just touched him—boldly, without permission—and instead of recoiling, she was standing right in front of him.
"Hmm."
He stepped closer. Then closer again.
Gin suddenly found herself with no space left. His chest brushed against hers, the heat of his body radiating through the night air. His silver eyes wandered lazily over her.
They paused on the strange charms braided into her hair. Then the bands resting along her neck. Then the dark metal bangles lining her strong arms.
"Exotic..."
One of his fingers lifted slightly, gesturing toward the jewelry.
"These ornaments... the braids... the metalwork. Beautiful."
Gin froze. Her brain was trying very hard to function, but the king was standing far too close for coherent thought.
Drakovitch exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple for a second.
"The wine is getting to my head and the night isn’t helping. I know why you’re here."
Gin blinked.
"I—what?"
"You couldn’t wait for your turn in the Seeding Room, could you? You slipped past the knights, wandered through the dark palace gardens... all just to find me while my head is full of wine."
"No, I—"
"Quiet."
The command froze her instantly. His hand closed around her waist—not rough, but firm enough that she felt the sheer strength in it. With ease he pulled her back toward the shadowed stone pillars of the courtyard, away from the open moonlight.
