Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

"I’m going to confess to Professor Melkvey."

“Pffft—cough, cough…”

Rebecca hadn’t even swallowed her juice before she spat it all over Leon’s face.

Leon had returned home from his off-campus training, and Martin had invited both him and Rebecca to a high-end restaurant for a meal.

He hadn’t expected the conversation to start off with such a bombshell.

Leon wiped the juice off his face, looking at Rebecca with resentment.

"I’m confessing. Not you. Why are you so worked up?"

Rebecca rubbed the corners of her mouth and asked in confusion,

"Confessing? Haven’t you already met the parents?"

Leon froze. "Met the parents? When did I meet the parents?"

The two of them stared at each other in bafflement, neither understanding what the other was talking about.

Only Martin, who had already seen through everything, remained calm.

"I did mention a month ago that Professor Melkvey visited Leon’s house, but I didn’t expect you two to have met the parents so soon."

Hearing that, Leon was even more confused.

He glanced at Martin, then at Rebecca.

"How do you guys even know about the home visit? …You followed me?"

"It wasn’t you we were following! Let’s be clear about that—it wasn’t you!"

Rebecca insisted, full of conviction. "We were following both of you!"

"…Is there a difference?"

"Not a big one, but it exists."

Leon rubbed his face in exasperation, deciding not to argue with Rebecca over whether it counted as "following" or not.

"So, you’re really planning to confess to a teacher?"

Now that the conversation was back on track, Rebecca leaned back and said,

"But there’s quite an age gap between you two. What, at least… four or five years?"