I'm Not a Fairy Dragon

Here's a preview of an upcoming novel, [Don't Step on the Demon King's Tail Tip]. If you're interested, come check it out in my author profile~ As a hybrid with both elf and dragon blood, Xize lives in constant fear. To stay alive, he cautiously attaches himself to the vampire prince, Land. Luckily, Land doesn't just let him cling to him, he lets him touch, too. He's not only strong, but soft as well. Poor Xize ends up with an elegant, charming vampire lover who can do everything from laundry and cooking to hanging upside down from a hook. A sweet, naive dragon top who secretly loves dirty talk x a stuttering, fake-prickly vampire bottom who secretly worships him Little scenes: 1. The dragon excitedly pounces on the duke and rubs against Land's cheek without knowing his own strength, leaving a reddish mark. "Mr. Land, do you need me to hold you while you sleep tonight?" Vampire: Thank you. You're already holding me. "Don't. You'll kick, kick off the covers again." "Mm-hm!" The dragon is always quick to agree. But in the morning, the covers are still lying on the floor. The vampire presses his lips together, telling himself he has to teach the dragon a lesson for refusing to stay under the covers and then complaining whenever he catches a cold. "You..." Xize quickly picks up the covers and hugs them, looking pitiful. "Are you going to scold me?" In the end, Land only strokes the dragon's long hair and says helplessly, "I'm cold." How could you not catch a cold, cuddling a vampire without a blanket? 2. Many years into their relationship, the vampire still has trouble getting used to Xize in dragon form. The reason is simple: two of those things make the vampire feel like a cripple. He still prefers Xize's elf form: beautiful, cute, and innocent. The dragon insists, "You hate me now." Vampire: ... "I-I never said that." Even after all this time, the vampire still stutters when he's nervous. The dragon turns away and puffs out his cheeks. "You don't like me anymore." Vampire: ... Forget it. Let him have his fun. Here's a preview of an upcoming novel: [Don't Step on the Demon King's Tail Tip] Blurb: [Beautiful, haughty demon king who bristles when his tail is stepped on and loves glittering jewels x gentle, scheming archangel who is passionate in bed and out of it, and loves touching the demon king's tail] In his tenth year undercover in the human world, Ares the Demon King had not only failed to destroy the world, he had managed to build himself a happy family. He had a handsome, gentle, kind, and passionate human partner, a little cat who was somewhat elusive but still cute and clingy, a respectable job by human standards, and friendly, harmonious relations with the neighbors. Everything was simple and wonderful. If only Ares hadn't lost the concealment potion sent from the Demon Realm, throwing his magic into disarray. For a demon king, magical instability was a trivial matter. He only needed to make time to return to the Demon Realm and breathe some fresh air, and he'd be back to normal, full of energy and in high spirits. But for "ordinary human Ares," magical instability meant the sky was falling. Until a new batch of concealment potions was made and delivered, he could no longer easily hide his tail, horns, demonic markings, and pointed ears. His partner might faint when his little wings suddenly unfurled. The cat might chase his uncontrollably swishing tail tip and smash the flower vases. The neighbors might scream and throw the muffins and cakes they'd made at him. He wouldn't even be able to do his job. Unable to control his magic, he would spend every day either beating up his boss or on his way to do so. Then he'd lose his salary and could no longer order gorgeous, glittering gems from the kind jeweler next door, or bring a bouquet of flowers home for his partner after a long day at work. Just thinking about it was enough to make him miserable! So Ares secretly resolved that he absolutely could not let anyone discover who he was before the new potions arrived. His horns, his tail, and even the bat wings on his back, which kept fluttering with a desire to bask in the moonlight, all had to stay well hidden. Even if someone accidentally stepped on his tail, he would have to learn to grit his teeth and endure it. Before retiring, Yadesimo, the soon-to-be-retired archangel of Heaven, had one last mission: find the terrifying Demon King, who had snuck into the human world as soon as he took office, lurking there with sinister intentions and an evil plan to destroy the world. But Yadesimo hadn't counted on the human world having so many temptations. A beautiful, haughty human boy who stumbled about clumsily proved irresistible to the archangel. Ten years passed, and the mission made no progress. The angels were frazzled every day, and the human world was constantly in danger. But so what? At least Yadesimo had successfully won over his beautiful boy, Ares, and secured the place of his one and only partner. Everything should have continued in peaceful happiness, as long as he could keep the angel feathers of his coworkers, who were disguised as neighbors and kept dropping by to bother them, hidden from his partner. But lately, Yadesimo had increasingly felt that something was off with his boy. Not only did he often mutter to himself in front of the mirror and then get furious and embarrassed, he also seemed reluctant to mate with him. Whenever Yadesimo asked, he would stammer that he was afraid he might not be able to hold back. Actually, Yadesimo hoped he wouldn't hold back. An angel's endurance far exceeded what his human boy could imagine. On top of that, Ares often got up in the middle of the night and sneaked out in his pajamas to the balcony, leaving the window open. Each time, he would be gone for half an hour. Now and then, strange marks would suddenly appear on his body, like some tacky tattoos. Yadesimo wondered who had led him astray. Oh, and there was also a long, thin, remarkably flexible object that sometimes appeared on the bed. Perhaps it was some sort of fun little toy. The archangel was happy to indulge his young partner's interests. Sometimes he would even deliberately reach through the covers and press or step on it, hinting to Ares that he liked it very much. But Ares had never used the little toy on him. He would even sneak out of bed and go to the bathroom to wipe away his tears. This was very wrong, extremely wrong. It looked very much like the dreaded seven-year itch, only after ten years. Yadesimo secretly resolved to figure out what was wrong with his partner and save his marriage! Theme: Keep persevering and never give up, and you'll succeed.