I Transmigrated into a Book, and the Domineering Dragon King Fell for Me... Flip the Table, Whoever Wants Him Can Have Him! Director, I'm Out!

This is a story about a master of angsty fiction who, in the end, still gives his own son the whole world and himself (crossed out, that got weird) as a source of warmth. "Good morning, Master." I want a Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. I choose Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. When I open my eyes, it has to be a dragon maid. Under Xiqi's gentle calls, Qing Qi opened his eyes. The person before him was dressed as a butler and had even put on a monocle, as if trying to look the part. His short blond hair shimmered in the sunlight. Damn you!

"Master, would you like breakfast, a bath first, or perhaps..." Xizel's gloved hand caressed Qing Qi's cheek. "Me first?"

No, nobody wants to eat you. I choose a dragon maid. And a dragon who isn't a dragon maid isn't a dragon.

"I could wear a maid outfit too, Master," Xizel said with a smile. His blue eyes, bright with delight, seemed like a sea glistening with tears. "As long as you can satisfy me." Xizel lifted Qing Qi's chin. "I can satisfy all your needs."

Damn you! I only went to a convention and came back. Who was so shameless yesterday? We agreed not to get mad! These characters only exist in my own writing, so why is he here? Huh? This isn't fair! Wait, just now... I didn't say anything out loud, did I?

Qing Qi pushed Xizel's hand away. His arms were covered in hickey marks. "Stop reading my thoughts."

"You gave me this ability," Xizel replied with a smile. "You know how to seal it, don't you?"

"...I was wrong. I'm sorry, sir, I was wrong."

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