Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 155: She Kissed the Dragon King.

Gin’s back touched the cold wall. Her heart was pounding.

Drakovitch leaned closer, his presence overwhelming in the narrow space between them. For a moment he simply studied her face again, as if confirming something to himself.

Gin’s breath caught. Her pupils were blown wide from the king’s scent, her body reacting faster than her mind.

"No... no no no..."

She shook her head hard, forcing herself to focus again. Her voice came out breathless.

"My king... this is not what you think. No, I—"

Drakovitch started to kissed her. It wasn’t a king’s kiss; it was a beast’s. It was hard, crushing, and desperate. Gin’s head hit the stone, and a low, involuntary moan escaped her throat. As the King’s tongue moved against her skin, licking the line of her neck, Gin’s eyes drifted to the side.

There, in the moonlight, she saw Shuna.

Shuna was crawling through the grass, her eyes wide with shock. Gin’s pupils were blown wide with arousal, her body betraying her. She shook her head violently, snapping herself out of the fog of the King’s scent.

"Don’t forget. Remember why we are here. Why I am here."

She forced her gaze to steady, though her pulse still thundered.

"I must do this. To save myself. To save everyone."

Gin’s hand moved to the heavy, exotic cuff on her right arm. The metal was a rare, forbidden material from whatever her house is. She closed her eyes, and her skin began to ripple. Her forearm absorbed the metal, turning her flesh into a jagged, sharpened blade of black iron. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Drakovitch was blinded by his own heat, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

"Now!"

Gin swung her sharpened arm, aiming for the soft meat of the King’s throat. But a split second before the blade connected, the air turned freezing.

Drakovitch snapped his eyes open. His silver slits turned into thin, lethal needles. He didn’t move his head. He didn’t flinch.

Gin’s iron blade struck his neck and stopped. It didn’t draw blood. It didn’t even scratch him. A layer of natural born had instantly sprouted from the King’s skin, covering his throat like a suit of living armor. It was too sturdy, too ancient to be pierced by her specialized material.

"Well... well... well..."

Drakovitch’s chuckle deepened, low and dangerous, vibrating against Gin’s skin.

"So this is what tonight was really about."

His silver eyes slid toward the blade pressed uselessly against his throat. The jagged iron edge trembled in Gin’s hand, yet the king’s bones held firm.

"A hidden weapon... rare metal... and the courage to swing it at a dragon king."

His voice dropped further.

"I should be impressed."

Then his hand tightened around her waist. Not playful anymore. Not teasing.

His grip hardened like iron bands crushing around her ribs. Pain shot through Gin’s body as the king’s fingers dug into her skin. The heat that had clouded his mind moments ago was gone, replaced by something far colder.

Gin’s heart froze. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the blade lodged uselessly against his scales. It didn’t cut. It didn’t pierce. It didn’t even leave a mark. Her weapon—the one that had killed beasts, monsters, and armored creatures—had done absolutely nothing.

"N-No... that... that attack should have—"

Drakovitch slowly lifted his hand and touched the edge of her iron blade with two fingers, almost curious.

"Should have killed me?" he finished calmly.

His eyes met hers. For the first time that night, Gin truly felt fear. Real fear. Because the king wasn’t angry. He was amused. Her chest tightened as his grip squeezed harder, forcing a painful gasp from her lungs.

"A brave little assassin... But you chose the wrong throat to cut."

Pain flared across Gin’s side as his grip tightened further, her feet nearly lifting from the ground. Her eyes widened in panic.

"SHUNA! NOW!"

The shout tore from her throat. The bushes exploded. Shuna burst out like a launched spear, her body moving with terrifying speed. Dark violet light wrapped around her fist, swirling like violent energy around her arm.

Her face burned with fury.

"GET OFF HER!"

She drove forward, fist cocked back, the violet aura blazing brighter as she aimed straight for the king’s back.

"Die, you dragon bastard!" Shuna roared.

Her fist never landed. A hand, fast as lightning, snatched Shuna by the throat mid-air. Her momentum died instantly. The violet energy she wielded fizzled into nothing as her neck gave way.

CRACK!

The sound echoed under the full moon. A clawed wings spread against the sky... Draculeus held her swinging body, his midnight blue eyes cold and murderous, reflecting the silver light.

"Father. I know you can handle these two as you handle hundreds of women every day. But I cannot let you steal all the fun. I am a dragonborn now, too. Right, Father?"

Below him, Gin remained pinned by the king. Her mind stalled. Her golden eyes locked onto the dangling, broken shape in Draculeus’s grip.

"Shuna?"

The name was small, breathless. Her chest tightened as the reality of the kill forced its way in.

"No... no... you cannot die. They are the ones who should die!"

Something inside her snapped.

Her teeth shot forward and clamped down on the heavy necklace hanging from her neck. The moment the metal touched her lips, her body reacted. Her skin rippled violently. The strange, forbidden metal flowed into her like liquid shadow.

Dark iron spread across her flesh—arms, shoulders, ribs—hardening her entire body into jagged, living armor. Gin’s eyes burned with fury. Without warning, she drove her forehead straight into Drakovitch’s face.

The impact cracked through the quiet courtyard like a hammer striking stone. Even the king’s massive frame jerked back slightly.

"ARGHHH!!!"

His grip loosened for the briefest moment.

It was enough.

Gin shoved against his chest with all the strength in her iron body, tearing herself free from his hold as she staggered backward. Her chest heaved violently, her iron skin gleaming under the moonlight. Her golden eyes snapped upward toward Draculeus and toward the limp body hanging from his hand.

Her voice came out shaking with rage and grief. Her iron blade arm slowly rose again, trembling but deadly.

"I swear... one of you dragons will die tonight."