Chapter 49 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ⑩
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The bond between Sakuya and me, her father, was a harmony so perfect it felt like a blade resting snug in its scabbard. Her warmth wrapped around me with a pull that was almost too much, drawing me closer as if yearning for something deeper. Sakuya’s devotion pulsed with a fire so intense it teetered on the edge of obsession, her every move fluid and unending, chasing a connection that set my heart pounding.
”Ngh…! Father… please, let me be yours…!” Her voice quivered, breaking into a soft F-FU…! as she melted into the moment.
Sakuya, consumed by her love for me, surrendered to a storm of passion, her every gesture glowing with the charm of someone wholly captivated. She could weave the sharpest plans, her mother’s cunning running through her veins, but all her schemes unraveled in the heat of our bond. Each moment sent waves of joy through her, softening her clever mind into a haze. Her face, flushed with feeling, opened to me as she hit a peak of emotion, her body easing, leaning into me like I was her only haven.
As our spirits wove together, the Miasma [t/n: a malevolent, corrupting force tied to the evil dragon] gnawing at me began to flow into Sakuya’s essence. It wasn’t life’s spark but a shadowy corruption, seeping through her like a current, spreading from her core to every corner of her being.
”Ah… chu… ngh…! Let it flow, Father… use me to guide the Miasma that’s hurting you…!” Her voice shook, fading into a long, trembling HMMM….
Her lips, soft as cherry blossoms, brushed mine in a hungry kiss. Our breaths tangled, the kiss deepening into something raw and urgent. Sakuya’s face, softened by bliss, held me close, refusing to let go, like a child clinging to warmth. We were bound, male and female, succeeding in blending our energies to tame the Miasma.
”Father… closer… let’s be one…!” she whispered between gentle, lingering kisses.
”Sakuya… Sakuya…!” I murmured, my voice thick with feeling.
The joy of our forbidden closeness was overwhelming, a dangerous delight that felt both wrong and right. Sakuya’s presence, perfectly in tune with mine, fit like a puzzle’s final piece, every motion sparking warmth that tied us tighter. Our heartbeats synced, drumming out a rhythm too addictive to resist, a father and daughter lost in a dance of connection.
I felt the Miasma calming within Sakuya’s essence. Her dragon blood soothed its wild chaos, turning its stormy current into a quiet stream. Through our kiss, it flowed back to me, cleansed. The deeper we connected, the stronger our bond grew, until it was no longer just father and daughter—it was something primal, eternal. Sakuya poured herself into soothing my Miasma, guiding it through her, balancing light and shadow in perfect harmony. The darkness that had tormented me began to settle, manageable at last.
But then her voice cut through, firm with resolve. “The Miasma still lingers in your essence, Father, heavy and dark within you.”
”Sakuya, I can’t… releasing that into you—”
”No, Father. That’s the source of the evil, the Miasma poisoning your heart and soul. It must be released into me to be calmed!” Her words were fierce, unyielding.
Her conviction rang true, and I felt it through our bond. The pull of her warmth grew stronger, urging me forward. I knew she was right—my essence carried a shadow so dark it could spawn a force to rival the evil dragon, a poison that could taint the world. To release it into Sakuya felt like a burden too heavy to bear, even with precautions. The Miasma in my essence was strong enough to break any barrier. Yet Sakuya, knowing this, seemed to embrace it, as if it were her purpose. She moved with me, relentless, the intensity of our forbidden bond never faltering.
”This Miasma… only Uigetsu and I can hold it,” she said, her voice trembling with effort.
”Uigetsu… where is she…?” I managed, my words cut off by a sigh as the warmth surged.
Even in the heat of our closeness, Sakuya’s jealousy flared at her sister’s name. Her gaze sharpened, her teeth grazing my skin in a possessive nip. But her earnest heart answered, pulling back with a reluctant breath. “Uigetsu is preparing the Divine Binding Rope [t/n: a sacred Shinto-inspired artifact for sealing spirits]. It’s needed to safely seal the Void Dragon after we gain control.”
”Right… if it rages again, the Miasma could spread and cause chaos…” I murmured.
The Void Dragon, a shadow of the evil dragon Yaten, was woven from raw Miasma. Destroying it was too dangerous—its end could unleash a flood of corruption across the world. Sealing it was the safest path, as the Branch Family’s fate had shown. When Yaten was sealed in Keichō 10 [t/n: 1605 CE], the Divine Binding Rope proved its power, a sacred tool beyond doubt. Sakuya, shifting to a commanding position, tossed her midnight hair, her eyes gleaming as she gazed down at me.
”Time to shift the balance, Father. Light and shadow demand harmony in our union. Now it’s your turn to hold me.”
Her words were a guise, and we both knew it. She wanted me to claim her, to take control. She’d seen how I was with her mother, Yaten, and knew I avoided forceful closeness out of care, not wanting to wound their hearts. But Sakuya understood I didn’t hate it—she was challenging me, daring me to let go.
This wasn’t the first time she’d led the dance… or was it? A strange haze clouded my thoughts, a flicker of déjà vu. Something deep within stirred, a lock threatening to break. A raw, unnamed longing surged, resonating with the Miasma in my essence, growing stronger.
”Sakuya… Father… step back…!” I gasped, my voice trembling.
But I was already moving, driven by instinct, pressing Sakuya beneath me. Her eyes widened, a flash of surprise crossing her face—the clever princess caught by my sudden intensity. Yet her sharp mind quickly understood.
”I’m not leaving,” she said firmly. “You’ve bared your heart, Father.”
”No… stop… I’ll really…!” I choked, but she didn’t pull away.
Instead, Sakuya held me closer, her arms circling my neck, her legs entwining my waist as if inviting me in. Her whisper brushed my ear, soft and deliberate, easing my doubts. “Love me fully, Father. Whatever you wish, I’ll embrace with joy.”
Her words broke my restraint. Sakuya, with her starlit obsidian eyes and her mother’s breathtaking beauty, was a vision from a fairy tale, a Kaguya-hime radiating dangerous charm. She was my daughter, yet she sought to bind us as one, pulling us deeper into the forbidden. Her presence clung to me, unyielding, anchoring me in place.
”Did you forget the promise we made when I’d be freed from my shikigami role?” she asked, her voice trembling with feeling.
”Father… you’re remembering that day…!” Her words broke into a soft O-OH…! as joy overwhelmed her.
She’d woven her plans, tempting me into the depths, but no scheme could withstand the soaring bliss of our bond. Sakuya, tied to me by heart and soul, was destined to surrender to her father’s will. Pressed beneath me, she drowned in feeling, her body trembling under my strength. Her heart raced, thrilled by the primal joy of being claimed, her arms holding me as I moved with her relentlessly.
It didn’t take long for her cunning to melt away. Her eyes, locked on mine, shone with the devotion of one wholly given to another. To bind our souls fully, I needed to guide her just a little further into joy.
This act, this forbidden closeness, was to complete the sacred union, taming the wild Miasma through the blending of our essences. I had to cast aside reason, baring everything—heart, body, soul—to sink into the depths with Sakuya. Only then could we face the world-ending shadow.
Caught between me and the floor, Sakuya’s form pressed against me, her softness yielding under my strength, sparking sweet sighs from her lips. My need to protect her surged, and I held her closer, moving deeper, determined to cherish every part of her.
”When this is over, I’ll free you from your shikigami role, Sakuya…!” I vowed, my voice rough with feeling.
”Y-yes…! Father… make me yours…!” Her words dissolved into a cry, a trembling A-AH…! as she broke beneath me.
This forbidden closeness, the end of our sacred dance, was also a beginning—a new bond as one. In the heights of passion, Sakuya and I bared every corner of our souls, our beings entwined, learning every part of each other through our union.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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