Chapter 19 Evil Dragon Prenatal Lessons!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hmm. This’ll work just fine as my Nawaumitsuna.” Yaten tugged on the thick rope that ran between the stone pillars, her belly round and heavy with our second child.
It was the same rope my clan had once used to keep her sealed for a thousand years. A holy relic meant to bind even gods, reduced to a grip bar for a dragon mom in labor. No ancestor of mine could’ve imagined this—five pillars laid out in a star, ropes strung tight, and the great Evil Dragon herself using them to practice pushing. Terrifying. Absurd. Weirdly domestic.
”If our ancestors could see this, they’d probably die of rage on the spot,” I muttered.
Because here we were, in the Sealing Seat itself, turning my clan’s ancestral battlefield into a delivery room. Yaten tested her stance, spreading her legs wide, pulling against the ropes that once chained her arms, checking her balance like it was just another training drill. The place where past heads of the Shiryuin Clan had given their lives to hold the barrier… now it was just her birthing chamber. I couldn’t help feeling guilty, even if she didn’t.
Still, this was the only fitting place. Evil Dragon and clan blood mixing in a single child—if that wasn’t destiny, I didn’t know what was. Our second kid, Uigetsu, was on her way. Sakuya and her Shikigami sister were already waiting, excited for the new baby.
”Bend down in front of me,” Yaten ordered.
”Like this?”
”That’s fine… hmm. My view’s still bad. Sit up a bit—yes, that’s better.”
Her golden eyes met mine, sharp even as her body swelled with life. She shifted her grip on the rope, lifting her torso upright while her belly pressed forward, legs spread wide for stability. Honestly, she looked like a queen preparing for battle, not childbirth.
”Before we start, cast a spell on the child. I don’t want her anxious.”
”Got it. Charm Spell.”
Warm magic flowed into the womb. I could feel it—our unborn daughter’s soul leaning toward me, recognizing me, wanting to come into the world because her dad was waiting. That was the trick. If she hesitated, if she resisted inside Yaten’s body, it could be dangerous. Our daughter might be tiny, but with dragon blood, she was strong enough to fight her way out—or stay in, which would be worse. We needed her to want to be born. That was the plan. Give her a goal, give her someone to reach for, and she’d come flying into the world just like Sakuya had.
The baby stirred hard enough to make Yaten flinch. Her belly warped, almost monstrous in the way it shifted. “Ah… she’s getting excited.”
”Guess she noticed me,” I said, rubbing the side of her stomach. “She’s kicking like crazy.”
Yaten winced, but her smile was soft. “Hah… good, very good! A lively one.”
Her swollen belly writhed like something out of a nightmare, but her eyes were full of love. Each kick, each stretch was proof the baby was healthy. My hand soothed the movements, calmed her down for a second, but the kicks kept coming, playful and eager. She was already trying to reach me.
I tapped lightly with my fingers. The baby kicked back. Tap. Kick. It turned into a rhythm, a little game between father and daughter, and I couldn’t help smiling.
Yaten pouted. “Hmph. Don’t leave me out of the fun! I demand to join this game as well!”
”Then maybe we should call Sakuya too,” I teased.
”That’s forbidden. I don’t know when the birth will start, but the sight of her mother screaming, blood and water everywhere… Sakuya’s too young for that.”
She wasn’t wrong. Last time, Yaten’s screams had shaken the whole shrine. I’d thought my heart was going to split in two just watching her fight through the pain. For me, it had been the most miraculous moment of my life. For a two-month-old? Yeah, definitely trauma fuel.
So Sakuya was waiting outside with Mizuki, the Water Princess, who was probably still crying her eyes out. She’d bawled so hard when she heard the Evil Dragon’s bloodline would continue, her tears practically flooded the torii gate. Even Yaten, who usually had zero affection for anyone, had been moved.
Now, though, she grabbed the rope tighter and let out a soft gasp. “More than that, cherish the life inside me. Two souls joined as one… it’s a miracle we’ll never feel again. Ahh… the baby’s joy, it’s flowing into me…!”
Her voice cracked, equal parts queen and mother, and I just stood there, one hand on her belly, caught in the storm of it.
The mystery of a mother sharing life with her child—it was something I could feel just by laying my hand on Yaten’s belly. Every time the baby stirred with joy, that same joy spilled straight into her, echoing along the cord that bound them together. Her face softened until she looked almost drunk on happiness, her dignity as an Evil Dragon melting away into a dazed smile that told me just how overwhelmed the baby must be inside.
Even through the barrier of her belly, my touch reached our child. Through the umbilical cord, that feeling shot straight into Yaten’s soul.
Her breath hitched, her voice breaking as she whispered, “It’s like heaven itself… just from your hand. The little one’s soul is trembling with joy.” She shivered, her whole body shaking as if the sweetness inside her was too much to endure.
Was this really the baby’s emotions pouring back through her? I froze, unsettled by how easily she seemed to melt under the weight of it.
Then she looked at me, eyes hazy but insistent. “Why did you stop? This bliss—it’s like nectar, and our child is basking in it. If you keep this up, when the time comes she’ll rush out to meet you without hesitation.”
I pulled back slightly. “That’s… too much. If even you’re losing yourself to it, what’s it doing to her? She hasn’t even been born yet.”
And yet, that was the truth. My unborn daughter was soaking in feelings so sweet they left even Yaten trembling. An innocent soul, being dyed through and through with longing for her father. If she grew up like this, she’d be a terrifying papa’s girl—dragon blood, raw power, and endless attachment. I wanted to guide her, raise her strong, but not like this. Not by drowning her in joy that could break anyone.
Yaten only sighed, shaking her head. “You worry now? You already did the same to Sakuya. You cast Charm Spell over and over when she was still in the womb. Do you not remember? The only complaint she had was the shock of sudden birth—and her little tantrum after. But long before that, you were filling her with this same love.”
”…Wait. What?”
A chill crawled down my spine. She was right. Back then, I’d convinced myself it was the only way. To keep control of a dragon-blooded child, I’d poured longing into her soul, shaping her into the perfect daughter before she was even born.
Yaten’s lips curled faintly. “Think of this one’s joy now. Multiply it many times over. That’s what Sakuya felt.”
My knees hit the ground. My sweet Sakuya—my brilliant daughter—had been born already overdosed on my affection. No wonder she clung so tightly to me. I’d been the one to steep her in it. Guilt crashed over me like a weight I couldn’t lift. Had I stolen her freedom before she’d even opened her eyes?
”Why that end-of-the-world look?” Yaten asked, her tone softer now. “Look at Sakuya. Think of the child she became.”
”She’s… yeah. She’s a papa’s girl, but she’s also kind. Strong. A good kid.”
”Exactly. Healthy in mind and body. Your joy didn’t harm her—it gave her strength. With my blood in her, she needed it. The same will hold true here.”
”…You’re right. Sakuya turned out okay. Better than okay.”
Relief loosened my chest, even if the guilt still lingered. Yaten’s eyes softened, exasperated but warm. She guided my hand back against her belly, pressing it firmly to where our child’s heartbeat pulsed deep inside. I hesitated, then gave in, letting my touch speak for me. Her body shook again, the joy from within her child spilling into her until she looked like she might collapse under it.
”Love and joy aren’t evil,” she whispered. “Every touch, every moment you share—it fills her, strengthens her. Don’t be afraid of it. Let her know you. Let her grow up strong enough to resist even the instincts of an Evil Dragon, just like Sakuya.”
Her words settled deep inside me. I leaned down, rubbing slow circles over her swollen belly. Our unborn child kicked hard in reply, as if begging for more. The emotion was overwhelming, raw and unfiltered, but I kept going, pouring everything into that connection.
Yaten trembled, her breath unsteady as she surrendered to the flow. Mother and child alike shook with the joy that I gave, and in that moment, I promised myself I’d keep giving it—no matter what it turned them into.
The air between us grew heavy, charged, and I felt the edges of reason blur. Yaten clutched the rope, her body straining as she whispered something low, almost lost in the echo of the shrine.
And then—
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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