Chapter 31 Under the Evil Dragon’s Spell
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The clash of the strong was always decided in a single strike. You poured every ounce of power into that first, blazing attack, seizing the advantage before your opponent could blink. If you were evenly matched, any wound—any faltering step—created an opening, and from there, victory was all but impossible to claw back. That’s why I’d drilled into Sakuya and Uigetsu the art of the one-hit kill, the relentless drive to strike first and win.
”Ready!” Sakuya’s voice rang out, sharp and focused.
”Here I come!” Uigetsu echoed, her tone brimming with fire.
Oh, c**p… I was done for.
As their father, as the one who’d trained them, I knew exactly how hopeless this was. My daughters, born with the blood of the world-destroying Evil Dragon coursing through their veins, were coming for me—together. No hesitation, no arrogance like Yaten’s careless mistakes.
They attacked with everything they had, their fists and feet flying toward me with merciless precision. I could just barely track their movements with my eyes, but reacting? A human body against their half-dragon speed? Forget it.
A strained breath escaped me as their synchronized assault closed in.
Their coordination was flawless, honed to a point where I couldn’t even fathom what I’d been preparing them for. Sakuya’s fist caught my face, a bone-rattling strike, while Uigetsu’s right foot sliced through the air, aiming to pierce my torso. Even my strongest defense, the Diamond Technique, crumbled under their raw power. Pain seared through me, but somehow, my body kept moving. As the villain in this training scenario, I grabbed their limbs and hurled them back with all my might—a father’s pride refusing to let me go down without a fight. But the moment I did—
”I’m sorry, Father!” Sakuya’s voice cracked with guilt.
”I’ll make it heal quick, I promise!” Uigetsu added, her words rushed.
—their counterattack was already in motion. My throw meant nothing to them. They moved faster than sound, rebounding off the walls like ricocheting balls. Sakuya’s fist and Uigetsu’s foot struck again, hitting my face and torso with pinpoint accuracy, each blow a critical hit that shook me to my core.
A sharp gasp tore from my throat as the impact roared through my brain and body. It was a miracle I didn’t black out instantly. As my knees buckled and my vision dimmed, I caught Sakuya and Uigetsu staring down at me. Their faces were heavy with guilt for striking their father, yet their shoulders heaved with ragged breaths, a strange excitement flickering in their eyes.
”Even after you pass out, I have to keep attacking…” Sakuya said, her voice soft but resolute. “It’s your order, Father.”
”Yeah,” Uigetsu chimed in, her tone firm. “Your words are absolute, Dad. We have to keep going, even if you’re out cold.”
Wait… wasn’t the protocol after subduing a villain to restrain them? Something about this felt… off—
I’d taught them to never let up, to fully neutralize an enemy. The training was meant to spare my young daughters from ever having to take a life, focusing instead on incapacitation. But as I lay there, vision fading, they didn’t move to restrain me. They just watched, their eyes fixed on their faltering father. A chill of dread crept up my spine, but my fading consciousness left no room for thought. Darkness swallowed me whole.
”Kukuku,” Yaten’s voice slithered through the void of my mind, dripping with the smug satisfaction of a plan perfectly executed. “Once the villain’s down, it’s time for your reward. Have your fun with his body as you please.”
In the murky depths of my unconsciousness, her words echoed.
’If you can hear me, husband, nod,’ Yaten’s voice purred, reverberating in my skull.
Lost in a dreamlike haze, I nodded instinctively, my body responding like a puppet on strings. My mind was too clouded to resist, trapped in a trance-like stupor.
’Now, slowly open your eyes,’ she commanded.
I obeyed, my eyelids fluttering open to find myself sprawled on a futon in the living room. Yaten’s face hovered above me, her lips curled in a mischievous grin.
Sakuya and Uigetsu stood nearby, their expressions a mix of worry and something else—something unreadable. My gaze dropped, and I realized I was bare as the day I was born.
My memories of the training in the Sealing Seat were hazy, fragmented. Confusion swirled in my mind as Yaten’s hand, gentle as if soothing a child, stroked my hair. She leaned close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered.
’From now on, Sakuya and Uigetsu will perform Bedchamber Service for you, husband,’ she said, her voice low and conspiratorial.
”Bedchamber Service…?” I mumbled, my voice thick with disorientation. “Why would my daughters…?”
’It’s part of their training,’ Yaten explained smoothly. ‘Your role, husband, is to answer their questions as a m*n—honestly, without complaint, no matter what they do. Understood?’
”Bedchamber Service… a secret training… for their sake…” I murmured, the words sinking into my mind like a spell. “I understand…”
Her honeyed whispers carved themselves into my consciousness, binding me to her will. I was here for Sakuya and Uigetsu’s training, to endure this Bedchamber Service. No doubts, no questions—my mind couldn’t stray beyond that singular truth.
’It’s finally taken hold,’ Yaten said, her voice tinged with amusement. ‘Your will is strong, husband, to resist my spell this long. But now, the Bedchamber Service is ready to begin.’
”Is it… really okay to do this to Father?” Sakuya asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
’This moment will never linger in his conscious mind,’ Yaten assured her. ‘It’ll be etched deep in his heart, like a dream. So go ahead—unleash your desires on your father.’
Sakuya and Uigetsu gazed down at me, their eyes glistening with unshed tears. Their parted lips reminded me of their childhood, wide-eyed and eager before a feast.
They exchanged a glance, and Sakuya, the elder, moved first. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a starless night, her obsidian eyes gleaming with a beauty that could topple kingdoms. Her breath came in sharp, excited bursts as she leaned closer, her nose nearly brushing mine. Then, with a nervous tremble, her soft lips pressed against mine in a fervent kiss.
A muffled cry caught in my throat as I surrendered to Sakuya’s kiss. Her tongue pushed forward, bold and unrelenting, claiming my mouth with a fierce intensity. Her eyes widened for a moment before melting into a dreamy haze, lost in the sensation.
The weight of her hips pressed against me, her movements slow and deliberate, teasing my body with a relentless rhythm. I was powerless under her Bedchamber Service, my daughter’s touch overwhelming.
She pulled back with a sharp gasp. “How was it… my kiss? It felt good, didn’t it?”
”It felt… good,” I admitted, my voice hoarse. “But, Sakuya, wipe the drool from your lips. It’s unbecoming.”
I couldn’t complain—this was part of the training. But I could at least chide her for the glistening trail of saliva arching between us, a bridge formed by our deep kiss.
Her eyes sparkled brighter at my words, as if my praise had pierced her heart. She leaned into me, her body soft against my chest, her expression mirroring Yaten’s—utterly captivated, like a woman enthralled.
”You said my kiss felt good…” Sakuya murmured, her voice trembling with joy. “Do you… want more?”
”Yes,” I breathed, unable to stop myself. “More.”
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me into another kiss, her embrace warm and possessive. The training demanded I answer as a m*n, and no matter how my fatherly instincts screamed to resist, my body betrayed me.
Sakuya’s lips devoured mine, unrestrained, as if the very purpose of this Bedchamber Service was to push me to my limits. Her body, lithe yet alluring, pressed against me, every curve designed to captivate. Her breasts, soft and full, molded against my chest, her limbs entwining like vines, her breath hot and uneven as she teased me further.
Sakuya’s laughter was soft, almost wicked. “You’re getting excited… by your own daughter, Father.”
She noticed the undeniable evidence of my arousal, her gaze locking onto my p***s, now painfully evident. It strained upward, marking her skin with its heat, mingling with her own desire.
Her eyes gleamed with a mix of joy and intoxication, as if realizing for the first time that she held my full attention. She shed her robe, revealing the delicate pink of her skin, her body a testament to her maturity, each curve a silent challenge.
”Such a naughty father,” she teased, her tone playful yet edged with desire, “showing off something so impressive to your own daughter.”
Her delicate fingers wrapped around my p***s, her touch both gentle and commanding. She marveled at its pulse, her lips curving into a sultry smile as she leaned closer, her voice a low purr. “What do you want from me? Another kiss? My hands? My mouth? Or… my purity?”
I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “A kiss.”
”A kiss… to your m*n’s pride?” She giggled, her lips brushing against me. “To think you’d ask that of your daughter.”
A sharp gasp escaped me as Sakuya’s lips met my p***s, her kiss reverent yet searing with passion. Each touch was deliberate, a vow of submission that carved itself into my flesh, from base to tip. Her eyes flicked upward, watching me tremble with a mix of guilt and forbidden pleasure. The sight of my daughter, lost in such a depraved act, sent waves of shame and desire crashing through me.
”You don’t have to hold back,” Sakuya whispered, her voice a devilish lure. “I was born to be yours.”
Her words melted my resolve, urging me deeper into a sea of forbidden pleasure. She was no longer just my daughter—she was a temptress, drawing me toward ruin. Each kiss to my p***s pushed me closer to the edge, my rationality crumbling under the weight of primal instinct.
”Make me your Mate,” she pleaded, her voice sweet yet sinful. “Change me… forever.”
Her tongue invaded my mouth once more, a deep kiss that left no room for resistance. Her hips pressed against me, teasing but never fully yielding, as if waiting for me to claim her as my own. Her whispers grew sweeter, more desperate, urging me to surrender completely.
”Take me,” she breathed. “Make me your eternal Mate… let me fall.”
With my p***s straining and her body so close, I positioned myself, drawn inexorably toward her, my mind lost to the spell of her words.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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