Chapter 29 Getting Close with the Evil Dragon’s Kid!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Three months after her birth, Uigetsu had blossomed into a breathtaking figure, a vision of androgynous beauty dressed in a sharp tailcoat that could’ve charmed anyone, regardless of gender. Her refined features carried a striking, almost noble air, and those full, generous curves—gifts inherited from her mother, Yaten, the legendary beauty of the Evil Dragon lineage—strained against her shirt, threatening to burst the buttons at any moment. Barely in her late teens, her appearance promised a future that could turn heads and break hearts.
”Dad, I brewed some coffee for you,” she said, her voice bright and eager.
”Thanks, Uigetsu,” I replied, glancing up from my desk.
Uigetsu was the ultimate papa’s girl, always itching to be useful to me. While I sifted through the Shiryuin Clan’s festival schedules in my study, she hovered nearby, poised like a dutiful butler ready to serve. She’d whip up snacks, fetch books from the shelves, or handle any errand with a fervor that screamed, Leave it all to me! Her dedication to assisting her father was nothing short of relentless. I turned to face her, noting the way she stood with perfect posture, waiting for my next request.
”You don’t have to stick around, you know,” I said gently. “You’re still a kid. Go have fun, enjoy your free time.”
Her hand pressed against the taut fabric of her shirt, right over her chest, and her eyes gleamed with unwavering resolve. “I want to be useful to you, Dad. That’s why I’ve decided to spend all my freedom helping you.”
Her sincerity hit me hard. Those eyes, shimmering with a loyalty that seemed to consume her very soul, spoke of a devotion so fierce it was almost overwhelming. Uigetsu’s will was unyielding, unbreakable, a stark contrast to my eldest daughter, Sakuya, who’d recently started pulling away, barely meeting my gaze before looking elsewhere. Thinking of Sakuya’s distance made Uigetsu’s clinginess both heartwarming and a little worrying. Parenthood, I mused, was a tricky beast.
She was still so young, and I wanted to honor her feelings, but…
”Hey, give me an order, Dad!” Uigetsu chirped, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “Come on, I’ll happily do anything you ask!”
I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of things do you think a father asks of his daughter? For starters, button up that shirt properly.”
”Tch,” she pouted, her lips pursing in a sulky murmur. “I just want to be loved by you, Dad, like Mom was…”
Her devotion was so intense, so all-consuming, that it had started to veer into something more overt. She’d undone a button on her shirt, revealing a glimpse of dark lace underneath, and when I scolded her, she just huffed and muttered under her breath. No matter how much I tried to instill proper behavior, the Evil Dragon blood from her mother, Yaten, seemed to stir within her.
At just three months old, Uigetsu had reached physical maturity, her body racing ahead of her still-childlike mind. That mismatch left her grappling with desires she didn’t fully understand, and, well, she’d started seeing her father as a man to channel those feelings toward.
Part of it might’ve been the Shikigami bond [T/N: A mystical ritual binding her soul to loyalty], but her own fiery personality played a big role too. Even Sakuya, my eldest, managed her urges with more restraint, which only highlighted Uigetsu’s impulsive nature.
When I’d brought it up with Yaten, she’d brushed it off with a casual, “Just indulge her a little if it comforts her.” Typical dragon logic—her kind saw physical maturity and desire as natural, no big deal. Living in the Underground Temple [T/N: A secluded, sacred space of the Shiryuin Clan] came with its own mental strain, and Yaten argued that bottling up those urges could do more harm than good.
I couldn’t deny it—the temple’s oppressive atmosphere had been tough on me when I first took on my role as clan head, so it had to be weighing on my daughters too. For Uigetsu, barely three months into her existence, that stress must’ve felt like a tidal wave. If it was affecting her heart, I couldn’t ignore it as her father.
So, I called her over. “Alright, I’ll give you an order. Come here.”
Her eyes lit up, and I swear I saw the ghost of a wagging tail as she bounded toward me, like an overly affectionate puppy. She threw herself into my open arms, her enthusiasm practically vibrating as we shared a tight embrace—
”It’s gotta be the Evil Dragon blood,” I muttered, half to myself. “Growing up this fast in such a short time…”
”Dad…” Her voice was soft, almost pleading, as she pressed closer. “Hug me tighter… please…”
”I’ll squeeze you as tight as you want,” I said, chuckling. “You’ve always loved this since you were little.”
I held her close, her tailcoat-clad form pressed against me. The sensation of her curves, full and soft, shifted under the strain of her shirt, and I felt her tremble, her breath quickening into a sweet, strained exhale.
Uigetsu, my half-human, half-dragon daughter, had grown so much, her height nearly matching mine. Our arms wrapped around each other, binding us in a fierce hug. When I eased back slightly, her eyes met mine, wide and brimming with expectation.
”This… this is that kind of thing, right?” she whispered, her voice trembling with hope.
”If you’re not satisfied yet,” I said firmly, “but if our usual closeness is enough, we don’t need to go further.”
Her response was a sharp gasp, followed by a muffled cry. “Dad…!”
I had a plan. Uigetsu, my ultimate papa’s girl, didn’t need anything more than this to ease her stress. I knew exactly how to make her happy. A gentle stroke of her hair, a soft touch—she melted under it, her face lighting up with pure, unguarded joy. I’d known since she was a baby what made her tick, what brought that spark to her eyes. So, I leaned into it, determined to spoil her silly.
”If you’re not satisfied…” she gasped, her voice breaking with a shiver. “You’ll… comfort me, right?”
”Of course,” I said, grinning. “But you’ve gotta handle all my affection first.”
Her eyes widened, and she let out a sharp, trembling breath. “I won’t… lose to this feeling!”
But the moment my fingers brushed her horns—those sleek, blade-like extensions of her dragon heritage—she crumpled. I traced them gently, wrapping my palm around their smooth surface, careful not to remind her of past embarrassments. Her expression softened, her body sagging as waves of pleasure washed over her. Clinging to my waist, she gazed up at me with dazed, adoring eyes.
”No need for more comfort,” I said softly. “This is enough to fill you up, isn’t it?”
”I’m not… losing!” she protested, her voice breaking into a shaky whimper. “This… won’t make me—!”
I slid my thumb across her cheek, slipping it gently into her mouth. Instinct took over, and she couldn’t resist. Her tongue brushed against it, her face glowing with bliss as if she were savoring something sweeter than honey.
For my papa’s girl, who’d loved this kind of closeness since she was a baby, it was like a drug. She tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her, clinging to me as she melted completely, her eyes half-lidded with contentment.
”You’re still such a big baby,” I teased, easing her onto my lap as I sat down. “Still my little Uigetsu.”
She whimpered, her voice muffled around my thumb. “That’s… not fair, Dad…”
I ran my fingers through her hair, combing it gently, stroking those precious horns. Her tailcoat and polished demeanor couldn’t hide how much she loved this, how it soothed her entirely. It’d been a while since we’d shared this kind of closeness, and it hit her hard—she didn’t even try to resist, fully surrendering to being spoiled. No need for anything more; her heart and body were already content. I leaned closer, whispering gently.
”If you want, I’ll spoil you like this every day.”
Her eyes widened. “Really…? Every day, Dad…?”
”But no more than this,” I added firmly.
Her face flickered with a storm of emotions—pure joy at the promise of daily affection clashing with her urge to push for more. After a moment of intense thought, she groaned, a mix of frustration and surrender. “Fine… I choose being spoiled by you every day!”
”Good girl,” I said, sealing the promise. “No more tempting me, and I’ll keep spoiling you as your dad.”
She let out a defeated whimper, but before she could protest, I brought my thumb closer. She latched onto it instantly, her eyes fluttering shut.
”Here’s your reward,” I said, pressing a gentle kiss to her sleek, black horn—a pure gesture of love, nothing more.
But for Uigetsu, with her Evil Dragon blood, it was too much. Her body shuddered violently, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the sensation overwhelmed her. What had once been innocent joy as a child now carried a deeper, more intense edge for her grown self.
Her breaths came in ragged bursts, her face flushed and dazed. “Every day… please, do this…”
”No more kisses,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s too much for you now.”
”But… I love your kisses…” she whined, her voice soft and pleading.
I glanced down, noticing the dampness between her legs, and sighed. This kind of closeness needed some serious rethinking. As I gazed at my daughter, her eyes still locked on me with that hazy, adoring look, I realized just how delicate this balance would be.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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