Chapter 26 Let’s Receive Bedchamber Service from the Evil Dragon’s Clone!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Is it not too tight, my husband?” Yaten asked.
”No issues here,” I replied. “It’s my first time, so go easy on me.”
With the blindfold sealing my vision, her voice echoed through the darkness. Stripped naked and bound at the wrists behind my back with the rope, the sudden whisper in my ear from behind sent a shiver racing down my spine. Forced into a seiza position, exposed and defenseless, I was about to be toyed with by Yaten in her role as queen, savoring the masochistic thrill of it all.
This was our first foray into bondage play, and it was starting off smoothly; the thought of enduring the assaults from this nation-toppling beauty only heightened my anticipation.
”I’ll start by caressing you tenderly,” she murmured. “Bound and unable to resist, drown in the pleasures I bestow.”
”—Nnh!” I gasped.
Her foot pressed into my crotch with a grinding insistence, gently stepping and teasing. Each toe moved like a delicate brushstroke, meticulously tickling from my seed pouch up to my flesh spear, building the sensation. Through our repeated bedchamber trysts, she’d pinpointed my mate’s sensitive spots with precision, and now, under this one-sided onslaught, the masochistic ecstasy had my flesh spear rising to full attention.
I could sense her breath catching, even blindfolded—the aura of excitement she couldn’t hide as she faced the wicked, ominous flesh spear that had imp***nated her, the Evil Dragon, twice over.
”No matter how often I see it, your magara is magnificent,” she said. “This will be quite rewarding to pamper.”
”Like I said, seriously, nothing painful—nnh, ahh!!” I yelped.
Her sole pressed down like a weight, pinning my flesh spear right against me. The massive shaft strained back defiantly, but it was no match for the foot of this nation-toppling beauty bearing her weight, trapping it between her warm sole and my lower abdomen.
The pressure was just right, her foot massaging with varying intensities, kneading and pressing. A moan escaped me from the surging pleasure, and in response, a sigh laced with delight slipped from Yaten. The sadistic thrill of trampling a man’s symbol, the conquest—it let me envision her wicked queenly smile, even without sight.
And with this twisted play between mates, Yaten was already losing her grip on her excitement, despite it being just the beginning.
”Me, my mate… our husband alone. Kuhuhu, this is irresistible…!” she breathed.
”Did we just unlock a new door…?” I asked. “So, what’s next in this assault?”
”Don’t rush so,” she chided. “We have plenty of time to pamper you.”
Her toes tickled like brush tips as she toyed with me, pondering her next move. Completely restrained by the divine rope, I was like a fish on the chopping block, and enjoying this SM dynamic with the world-destroying Evil Dragon was only possible thanks to our deep trust. I could feel her gaze looking down on my naked, seated form, brimming with the joy of discovering a fascinating toy.
”Ah, this won’t do as is,” she said. “Husband, may I block your spiritual senses?”
”Go ahead,” I agreed. “Yeah, otherwise the blindfold’s pointless.”
As Head of the Shiryuin Clan, my rigorous training had honed even my sixth sense to perfection. Blindfolded or not, I could perceive my surroundings with my mind’s eye, but for the essence of this bondage play—pleasure in unseen vulnerability—shutting down that extrasensory awareness would heighten it.
With my consent, Yaten cast a spell to temporarily numb my sixth sense. It was just for our bedchamber game, so I could break it if needed, but now I was down to my five senses alone, a state my body hadn’t known in ages.
Losing my mind’s eye plunged me into true darkness, but with Yaten nearby, there was no fear. If anything, the dulled senses made her breaths and presence feel even more intense—wait, what?!
”Hold on, why do I sense two presences now?” I asked. “Don’t tell me the kids are here…?”
”What are you saying? It’s just us here,” she replied.
”Hmm, it seems blocking your spiritual senses has left you unable to read the spell’s aura, causing confusion… doesn’t it?” another voice added.
With spiritual senses blocked, a new presence had appeared instantly, speaking in a tone of mild exasperation. It was unmistakably Yaten’s voice, coming from both front and back, sandwiching me as two Yatens addressed me. Still reeling and confused, I felt a calming hand on my shoulder from behind, followed by a whisper in my ear.
”Don’t be startled,” she soothed. “You, my husband, should be able to grasp this if you view it calmly from above.”
”…A cloning technique?” I ventured.
”It’s a form of illusion spell,” she explained. “I’m manipulating your perception to make it seem like there are two of me.”
”Yaten, springing that on me out of nowhere is bound to surprise anyone,” I said. “Wait, is that part of the play too…?”
”Hehe, who knew sealing your spiritual senses would throw you into such disarray?” the other laughed.
I felt breaths from two Yatens close by, front and back—their hot, ragged exhalations betraying arousal as they brushed my face. Then the front Yaten caressed me tenderly, drawing me into a kiss.
Our lips met in a passionate deep kiss, tongues entwining. Her hands gripped my cheeks, holding me in place as she devoured me fiercely, tongues and saliva mingling, sharing even our breaths. Bound at the arms, I could only submit, and her unusually fervent twisting of her tongue showed just how much Yaten craved me.
”Ah! Chu, mm, ah, h-husband, how’s my kiss…?” she gasped.
”Same as always—no, even more intense in your seeking,” I said. “This sensation is fresh and amazing; let’s keep going.”
”Ahh~~! Yes! L-leave it to me! Mm…! Kuchu, ah, ah~~!!” she exclaimed.
”Kuhuhu, watching like this is quite something,” the other said. “Is this what they call netorare?”
Even if it’s a clone, viewing it subjectively as your mate being kissed—yeah, in a way, it’s like self-netorare…?
”—Ah! R-right now, focus only on me!” the front one demanded. “Don’t pay attention to the Yaten behind you!”
”Jealous that his heart might wander? Kuhuhu, what an adorable sight…!” the back one teased.
The back Yaten, starting to get into this netorare play, let out an amused laugh. Whether the front Yaten was jealous of her own self or not, she ramped up the kiss with even more fervor, using her whole body—it caught me off guard. She clung like a hugging doll, pressing her form against my upper body, legs wrapping around my waist without letting go. The deep kiss continued, her ragged breaths and pounding heart like they were on the verge of exploding, the heat from her feverish body overwhelming.
She aligned her honeyed entrance with my flesh spear, sliding up and down repeatedly, marking it with her love juices.
In the darkness veiling my sight, all I felt was the intense pleasure from the front Yaten. It was like our first night as mates—raw, unrestrained instinct guiding the connection—combined with sweet, honeyed whispers poured into my ear from behind, melting my mind.
”Your bodies seem perfectly compatible,” the back one observed. “Don’t you want us to pamper you more?”
”Yeah, pamper me more,” I urged. “This is addictively good.”
”Kuhuhu, if my husband asks, I suppose I must,” she said. “Very well, let’s try some hand play next.”
”Ah!? Pwah… haa~~ haa~~, mm! I-if it’s husband’s wish, then…!” the front one panted.
Her excited, trembling breaths and saliva seemed to form an arch between our lips. Delicate fingers wiped my mouth, then carried it to her own with a lewd sound. It appeared the two Yatens had roles: the front one providing service, the back one weaving words to stoke my masochistic desires.
This was SM play unique to Yaten, capable of cloning spells, and I was savoring it fully. Yet, I wondered why, with my flesh spear right before her, she only breathed on it without moving.
”Is this some teasing play…?” I asked.
”Like a dog before a feast, you’re so restless,” she teased. “Kuhu, the longer you endure, the greater the pleasure when rewarded.”
”That’s right! A dog that can’t wait needs me to discipline it thoroughly!” the other added.
”Ah! Ah, ah! Ah~~! This is fresh…!” I groaned.
Her touch enveloped my flesh spear like handling fragile glasswork, delicate and gentle.
She knew my sensitive spots yet pretended not to, probing tentatively to tease. It felt innocently fresh, but Yaten’s skills as a nation-toppling beauty shone through, and with my sharp spiritual senses sealed, the sensitivity and pleasure surged to ecstatic heights.
”How is it…?” she asked. “Does my hand play feel good?”
”The gentle touch shows such care—it’s amazing,” I said. “Getting a reward from my queen like this… yeah, this must be the feeling—ahh!!”
”Hehe, hehehe! M-making husband happy makes me glad too…!”
Yaten’s masterful handiwork was truly the skill of a nation-ruiner. Her strokes were even more loving than usual, as if she’d just awakened to the art of handling my shaft, gradually intensifying her assault on the most sensitive spots in a performance that could only be called masterful, the pinnacle of play.
The sensation of her soft palm enveloping and kneading my sack was like she was cherishing the orbs, rolling them tenderly as if to coax out every last drop.
”Kufufu, next I’ll take your shaft into my mouth. The seed of life meant to weave fates—let me savor it for us—mm, hey, don’t rush things; honestly, losing myself like this is unavoidable…”
”Chuu, nn, ah, ah! Jurururuuu! Hahii, tasting this—it’s like—ahh!!”
Like a starved predator, Yaten engulfed my shaft, burying her head between my thighs.
Her tongue coiled around it like a constricting snake, squeezing and milking as if to wring it dry. The way she leaked sounds of delight at the pre-fluid was proof of how aroused she was.
She licked like savoring candy, pledging submission to the male symbol, her tongue tracing meticulously from base to tip over and over; the trembling at its tip and her spilling breaths told of Yaten’s heart melting into surrender.
From behind, the other Yaten wrapped her arms around my neck, watching the scene unfold.
”You’re not… ugh, ah… joining in…?” I managed.
”This sight alone is enough for me! It’s… irresistible… ahh!”
Even as a clone, seeing her mate “stolen” must have thrilled her. The Yaten behind me let out sweet, needy cries, unable to hold back. When she released my neck with one arm, the wet sounds of fingers stirring her folds reached me immediately. Her voice betrayed her soaring excitement, and the lewd, debauched forms of both Yatens were vivid even without mystic sight.
Our escalating pleasure, man and woman unbound, pushed our sensations to the brink—
”Yaten, I’m!”
”Feh?! Ah, nn, hya…? ! Hamu! Nnghhh?! Ah, ah~~~~~~~~~~!!”
”Ohhhhiiigh…! Nngha, aahhaaa—”
—And with that, I and the two Yatens climaxed together. Unusually, the front Yaten was a beat late in taking my shaft for the release, but she lapped desperately with her tongue to waste not a drop, while the one behind leaned her head on my shoulder, basking in the afterglow with melting sighs.
We collapsed onto the bed as if spent, starting to steady our ragged breaths. After all, the bedchamber service had only just begun, and Yaten’s bottomless desire would never be sated by a single round.
”To recover stamina, I’ll lift the spell blocking my spiritual senses,” I said.
”Eh, ah, ah—”
”Wait, recovering stamina would chase away the afterglow. I’ve climaxed for two, so let’s soak in this bliss together a while longer.”
”Yeah, you’re right… this bondage doppelganger play was a bit too stimulating.”
The service from two Yatens had been unexpectedly pleasurable. Her deliberate novice-like sweetness in the assault was masterful, the way her lewd skills improved gradually enough to excite any man. Attacking my body with pleasure from front and back, spirit with words—it was innovative, and next time I’d want to experience it fully without blindfolds or sensory blocks.
”Hey, Yaten. If we’re resting, could you untie this rope?” I asked.
”Ah, right, I forgot. Sorry, I’ll undo it right away.”
Being bound behind my back, naked and sprawled on the bed, was objectively embarrassing, so I had her free me. Then, removing the blindfold, I saw Yaten with a lewd smile spilling across her face, clearly having enjoyed it immensely—
”Wait, did you dispel the clone?”
”It was too intense. Two portions of pleasure are too much for the body, so I’ll call it quits for now.”
”Ah… a little disappointing. That bedchamber service felt amazing.”
”Kufufu, no need to worry. Next time, we’ll prepare properly and give you the perfect bedchamber service.”
—With the afterglow apparently faded, Yaten flashed a mysterious smile and began setting up for the next round of bedchamber service.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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