Chapter 2 Making the Evil Dragon Bear a Human Child!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”I figured it wouldn’t take ten months, but to think the fetus would reach full term in less than a week…”
Yaten’s belly—still trapped in her thousand-year sleep—had swelled in no time, transformed into the ripe curve of a woman at the end of pregnancy. As a divine beast, her body had reshaped itself from within, accepting the life planted inside her without her knowledge.
The alluring beauty now carried the body of a feme ready to bear and raise a child. Her brets had grown larger, her are**la darkened, her hips thickening with flesh as her body prepared for birth. The mixed-blood child of dragon and human was on the verge of being born.
I touched the protruding navel of her swollen belly and began speaking softly to the life thumping within.
”I’ll give you all the love I can, so grow up well… ‘Charm Spell’.”
The Charm Spell was, simply put, a way to bind the heart with affection. For this child, born of an innately evil na**re, I drowned its budding soul in love for me, imprinting devotion deep inside it. The malice I’d once felt radiating from the embryo had long since quieted, softened by this enchantment, colored instead by affection for its father.
”These days you hardly even need the spell anymore. You’re already devoted. Good—now you’re a proper papa’s shikigami.”
Bound from conception by Exorcism, steeped in love by the Charm Spell, the soul had become something ideal: not a spawn of evil like its mother, but a loyal spirit-child, devoted to me.
When I touched the belly, tiny hands and feet pressed back from inside. When I stroked it gently, the baby kicked and squirmed happily, making the taut stomach bulge and ripple. Such a small, precious life—half-human, half-dragon, yet already educated to love its father before even being born.
”Don’t worry. I won’t let you become something evil like your mother.”
I chuckled and tapped the belly softly to calm the vigorous kicking.
But this was only the first stage. Binding the soul was one thing. The true work would begin after birth: raising the child. After all, this little one carried an innately twisted na**re from its mother. Unless I guided it, the child could grow to spew malice as naturally as breathing.
No, I wouldn’t try to erase that side. Instead, I would shape it, redirect it. A thirst for destruction could be turned toward demon-slaying. A craving for violence could find purpose in protecting people. Not a flawless “hero,” but perhaps a dark hero—someone who lived alongside their own shadows. That was the best future I could imagine.
And since I had already given this child life, the least I could do was ensure it had a place in human society. When I severed the Shiryuin family’s cursed traditions once and for all, I planned to leave with this child, raising it outside this rotten house.
”Childbirth, parenting, breaking the family curse, finding a new home… Fatherhood means taking responsibility for another life. It’s a hell of a lot more work than I imagined.”
It would have been easy to just plant the seed and walk away. But to raise a child—that meant dedicating my life to it. Until now, I’d only had to worry about myself, and I was confident I could handle the world with my birthright as Shiryuin head.
But now—
”I’ll raise you right. I’ll make sure you have a place, even as half-human, half-dragon. Don’t worry.”
From now on, my life would be tied to the child growing inside Yaten. This child, carrying terrifying power, cursed with an evil na**re—yet when I touched that belly, I felt nothing but tenderness, protection, and responsibility. Strange, how what began as cruel indulgence had turned into genuine affection.
The pulse of life beat back against my palm, as if answering me. Yaten herself, even pregnant, still radiated malice that branded her as a monster. But my child—the same aura from them only felt precious to me. I hope… she’ll learn to live with herself.
”I never thought I’d give life this way, but I swear—I’ll stay with you until the end—Huh!?”
”…Nngh…my body…? What is this heaviness…? While I slept…what happened to me…!?”
Suddenly, Yaten stirred. After a thousand years, her eyes snapped open.
We both froze.
I feared the seal had broken at the worst possible moment. She, waking from a millennial dream, found her body swollen with an alien pregnancy. Bound by shimenawa ropes, unable to move her limbs, she strained to look down at her big belly—and her eyes widened.
”Wh-what…? What is happening to my body…? Am I…pregnnt? No—no, this is…impossible…! I… I have been made pregnt in my sleep? You—you did this!?”
Her golden, slit-pupiled dragon eyes fixed on me, their gaze alone pressing on me like a crushing weight. Her aura seethed—feral, terrifying, enough to suffocate me where I stood.
”Filthy ape… You dare! To not only defile me, but to root your tainted blood inside my womb—! Your life alone cannot pay for this. I’ll shred even your soul, so nothing remains for the wheel of reincarnation!”
This… this was the evil dragon my clan had sealed for a thousand years. A true monster.
But then my thoughts snapped back. She was furious, yes. She was terrifying, yes. But within that swollen belly lay my child. My child mattered more than my life.
Even as her pressure threatened to crush me, I forced myself forward a step instead of back. A pathetic human daring to approach—she looked at me in disbelief, unable to read my intent.
Then I realized. She wasn’t at full strength. If she had been, I’d already be dead. The fact that I still breathed meant her menace was only a shadow of her true power.
So I walked closer.
”I am Shiryuin, head of the clan. The one whose family has sealed you for over a thousand years. You understand what that means, don’t you?”
”Hmph. So you are the descendant of the man who tricked me into bondage. I see now. Your true aim is clear—you seek to claim the bloodline of the evil dragon itself.”
…No, I just acted on lust when you were defenseless.
But I didn’t dare say that.
”Kukuku… Even more depraved than I, are you? To accept calamity itself into your bloodline, to feed your clan’s prosperity on such evil—that greed, that arrogance, that wickedness… Truly delightful. Humans are indeed foul creatures.”
Her laughter deepened, seemingly pleased by humanity’s corruption.
”So tell me. What will you do with me now—no, with the filthy child inside me?”
Arrogant, imperious, but her belly told another story. However she glared, the truth was written in her body: she had been conquered, made into a mother against her will. Bre**ts darkened with milk, belly heavy with life—proof of subjugation. And as if in answer to her words, a violent kick boomed from within her womb.
”Unghh!? Wh-what is this…!? I—I am Yaten, the evil dragon! How dare a half-breed fetus—defy its own mother—Nnghh—gahhhhhh!”
”Even I couldn’t scratch you. But my child…my child’s tiny fists and feet can make you suffer. That’s the blood you gave them.”
”S-stop…rrghhh! You cursed brat—insolent whelp—aughhhhhh!”
Yaten’s roar of fury echoed in the sealed chamber, as the unborn child’s struggle shook her body from within.
The pounding inside Yaten’s belly echoed like the rumble of an earthquake. It wasn’t just a tantrum—it was as though the unborn child was punishing a mother who denied her own blood, hammering her insides with its tiny hands and feet.
I hadn’t been able to wound the monster at all, but like Issun-bōshi [T/N: the One-Inch Boy from Japanese folklore], the child was striking from within.
Even the evil dragon couldn’t endure it. Bound by sacred ropes, unable to move, Yaten could only shriek as her own organs were pummeled from the inside.
”S-stooop! I was wrong! I take it back—calling you a cursed brat—I’m sorry! Please, forgive your mother! Please… no more, I beg you, I can’t—aaaghhhhhh!?”
”What—the thrashing made her water break!? Then I need to prepare for delivery—!”
From between Yaten’s legs, amniotic fluid gushed like a flood across the stone floor.
Pinned in a spread-eagle by the shimenawa ropes, she couldn’t even shift into a proper birthing posture. Her divine might was sealed; she was no more than a powerless fem**e facing labor. Her body strained taut like a bowstring, teeth grinding, her eyes wide and trembling with agony she couldn’t endure.
Even a dragon that could end the world couldn’t withstand the pain of childbirth. Watching her suffer like this, transformed into nothing more than a mother, I felt a strange awe—and prepared myself to catch the child the moment it emerged.
”No…! I refuse…! To bear the brat of some filthy ape—! Nghhh! I—I am Yaten, the evil dragon! To think I’ve been made preg**nt with a human’s seed—aghhh! This is humiliation beyond bearing—I will not… I cannot…! Aaaaghhhhhhh!”
”The head—it’s coming through… no, it’s clawing its way out?”
Through the parted birth canal, I saw it—the crown of a baby’s head, black hair slick with blood and fluid. Tiny hands and feet wriggled, straining to crawl down. The infant turned its head toward me, and those dark eyes—impossibly aware—locked on mine.
Then, with a sudden surge, the child thrust itself into the world. Like a storm-tossed boat finding the lighthouse’s beam, it came straight to me without hesitation, bursting free into the air.
Yaten’s scream tore through the chamber, her body convulsing as the newborn’s cries replaced her own.
”It’s a healthy baby girl… though I doubt you care to hear it. I need to wash her, then handle the cord.”
A black-haired infant, horned like a cursed little dragon, remained connected by the umbilical cord to the depths of Yaten’s womb. I bathed her gently in a basin of warm water, wiping away blood and fluid. Her tiny hand reached out, gripping my arm as though kneading it like a ball, her strength inhuman but still small and endearing.
Yaten lay sprawled, chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat. She seemed uninterested in the child she had borne, gasping like one who had fought a losing battle. But the baby paid her no mind. Her gaze sought only me.
”What should I name you…? A name is proof of existence. You’ll need one to live in this world.”
”Auu, ahh, uuuh—”
Her hair was like flowing night, beautiful and dark as ink. Yes… that would be her name.
”Sakuya. Your name will be Sakuya. Do you understand? Sa-ku-ya.”
”Sa…ku…ya! Sakuya! Sakuya!”
”That’s right! You picked it up so quickly… maybe it’s the dragon’s blood. Or maybe you’re just brilliant. Either way, that’s good.”
”Sakuya! Sakuya!”
Repeating her name, the small but inhumanly strong baby scrambled up my body, clinging to me. I steadied her so she wouldn’t fall as she climbed from my arms to my chest, and finally wrapped her arms around my neck. Her eyes shone with curiosity, staring straight into my face.
Her tiny hand patted my cheek as if to confirm I was real. Then, satisfied, she closed her eyes and drifted off, still nestled at my throat.
I cradled her gently, watching her sleep.
”So she’s half dragon… and yet, aside from the horns and the aura, she’s just like any other baby.”
In the basket I’d prepared, Sakuya slept like an angel. Her aura was as dreadful as the dragon’s bloodline demanded, terrifying and oppressive—but looking at her, all I saw was an innocent child.
”She’s already holding her head steady… her body’s so strong. Must be the dragon’s blood.”
”Of course. No child of mine would be born with frailty. Even if she is a cursed brat, she is mine, the child of the evil dragon. Still… filthy ape’s child or not, I want her gone from my sight.”
Yaten spat her words bitterly, but her eyes betrayed her. They never left the basket where Sakuya slept. Her body had been remade into that of a mother, and even if she cursed, her body betrayed her. Her swollen brets, her leaking milk, the softened curves of her figure—all spoke of a feme unable to deny her maternal nature.
”I’ll come by regularly. If you ever want to see the child—”
”As if. I never wished for this cursed brat. I don’t want her before my eyes.”
”But if Sakuya wishes it, I’ll bring her.”
”…Do as you please.”
Now that the dragon had awakened from her thousand-year sleep, she would have to be kept under constant watch.
But alongside that, I bore new duties: the legacy of the Shiryuin clan, the constant vigilance over Yaten, and now the raising and education of Sakuya. My to-do list was endless.
”Still… night crying. That’s going to be hell. All I can do is hope dragon blood makes her grow quickly.”
Raising my daughter. Raising my shikigami.
Sakuya, born half-dragon, carrying within her the taint of natural evil, could one day determine the survival of humanity itself. As her father, I resolved to give everything to her education.
I did not yet understand what that meant.
It wasn’t her evil nature that would terrify me. It was something else—the truth of her existence.
Because Sakuya had been created a “papa’s girl” from the womb, enslaved by charm and devotion. With her half-human, half-dragon bloodline granting her overwhelming strength, all of that power would one day be directed at me alone.
She would become the arbiter of fate, able to sever even a thousand years of binding tradition.
”Father or the world—which must I choose? If that’s the choice, then why would I ever need the second option?”
And so I realized. There could be nothing more terrifying than a daughter powerful enough to destroy the world—who loved her father so absolutely that she would sacrifice everything else for him.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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