Chapter 61 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ㉒
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I stood at the heart of the chaos, surrounded by the pulsing Miasma of evil dragons, their power thick enough to choke the air. My name’s not important right now—just know I’m the guy caught in the middle of this mess, bound by blood and desire to a family of world-destroying beasts. The Seal Dragon Festival was crumbling, and I was the anchor holding it all together.
”Impressive, my lord,” Yaten purred, her voice smooth like velvet but sharp with pride. “To make even the Void Dragon kneel so perfectly.”
She stood nearby, her eyes glinting as she watched the Void Dragon scrape its horns against the floor in submission. Yaten’s tone was playful, but her gaze burned with jealousy. Even as my mate, she couldn’t hide her possessiveness when she saw me with another. Her arms slid around me, her lips brushing mine lightly, staking her claim. It was the act of an evil dragon, fierce with ownership, proof she’d been completely tamed by me.
Yaten turned, beckoning to our daughters, Sakuya and Uigetsu, who’d been watching from a distance.
”Kufufu! My sweet children,” she called, her voice dripping with mischief. “The festival’s reaching its climax, but first, we have something to do.”
”Right, Mother,” Sakuya said, her voice calm but eager.
”We’ve gotta surround Dad as a family!” Uigetsu chirped, her energy infectious.
In a flash, they were beside us, moving like shadows. Sakuya and Uigetsu, the kingdom’s most breathtaking princesses, stood bare before me—not as my daughters but as mates. Their bodies, lithe and tempting, pressed against mine without hesitation, each curve a lure that could draw any man. Yaten, Sakuya, Uigetsu—they clung to me, their warmth a natural bond, as if this was what family meant. Being wrapped in the bloodline of evil dragons felt… strangely comforting.
Even the Void Dragon, still bowing, couldn’t resist. It crawled forward, clinging to my legs.
”I’m… family too… don’t forget me…” it whispered, voice trembling.
”Of course,” Yaten said, smirking. “You, bearing our lord’s child, have every right to join us.”
”Surround me, huh?” I muttered. “You mean literally trap me?”
”It’s your duty to tend to your mates,” Yaten teased. “At least one of us, swollen with your child, should always be at your side.”
I was the center of their harem [T/N: harem – here, koraikomi, a possessive encirclement by the dragon family], boxed in by Yaten, Sakuya, Uigetsu, and the Void Dragon. All of them carried my children, their unborn already marked by my Exorcism and charm. Eight souls in total—four mothers, four unborn—formed this overwhelming family, both my conquest and my cage.
”Not a single drop of your bloodline will ever escape us,” Yaten declared, her voice firm.
”Your children belong to our blood alone,” Sakuya added, her eyes fierce. “No other lineage will touch you—never.”
”We’ll charm you so hard, no other woman will even cross your mind!” Uigetsu grinned.
”My… priestess… belongs to… evil dragons,” the Void Dragon mumbled. “No need… for weak humans… or youkai.”
Their obsession sent a shiver down my spine. Their eyes, glowing with a seductive, dangerous light, locked onto me like snakes coiling around prey. There was no escape—front, back, left, right—I was bound by their embrace, their Miasma wrapping me tighter than any rope.
”Mmm? Kufufu!” Yaten laughed. “Even the little ones in our wombs want to join this harem.”
”Your father,” Sakuya whispered to her belly, “I’ll make you feel him even more.”
”Look, our lord!” Uigetsu giggled, cradling her stomach. “Even this tiny life can’t wait to serve you—so cute!”
”My priestess…” the Void Dragon murmured, “greet… your father… good job…”
Eight evil dragons, not four, claimed me. The unborn, sensing me so close, pulsed with joy, their tiny lives bursting with energy. From the moment they were conceived, they were bound to me, their souls melting with love at my presence.
I’m just a human, yet here I was, surrounded by the world’s strongest evil dragons and their children. This harem brought me peace, a strange comfort—but I couldn’t stay lost in it. Below us, the festival grounds were a wreck. Two thousand guests, VIPs from near and far, lay unconscious, victims of the Void Dragon’s rampage. We had to clean up this mess, crush the Shiryuin Clan, and establish a new house to enshrine Yaten as Aramitama [T/N: Aramitama – a fierce, divine spirit in Shinto]. My children, born of evil dragon blood, deserved a world where they could walk freely, unpersecuted.
”Let’s finish this later,” I said, my voice steady. “First, we take down the Shiryuin Clan’s legacy. Void Dragon, you’ll be bound for now.”
”Yes… tie me… tight…” it whispered.
Sakuya and Uigetsu had prepared sacred ropes, the same ones that once sealed Yaten for a thousand years. Binding the Void Dragon with them would convince everyone the threat was contained. Tying its pregnant body felt wrong, but we needed the image of the festival’s culprit restrained.
”Does it… hurt?” I asked, wincing as I knotted the ropes.
”Not at all…” the Void Dragon said, its voice almost eager. “I’d… prefer it tighter…”
The sight of a young girl, naked and bound, her swollen belly prominent, carried a dark edge. Yet the Void Dragon, reveling in its submission, seemed almost disappointed I wasn’t harsher. Its unborn child stirred happily, as if thrilled by the ropes.
”Once we seal you in the Underground Temple, we’ll free you,” I promised.
”It’s fine… I can stay like this… until my priestess is born…” it said, breathless.
”You really like being tied up, huh?” I asked, half-laughing.
”If it’s you… binding me… I welcome it…” it gasped, its chest heaving. “My priestess… is happy too…”
The Void Dragon was clearly enjoying this. Its tiny frame trembled with excitement, the ropes accentuating its form. Even its unborn child seemed to thrive on the situation, pulsing with life.
I couldn’t help but think: This kid’s gonna grow up with some serious quirks.
Letting a child witness this kind of scene before birth wasn’t ideal, but we had no choice. Both mother and child reveled in it, and who was I to judge their joy?
I lifted the bound Void Dragon, its small body light in my arms.
”Until the guests wake, we wait,” I said. “We’ll play the rest by ear, Yaten. It’s on you.”
”Kufufu, leave it to me, my lord,” she replied, her eyes gleaming.
The night of the Seal Dragon Festival deepened, the sky turning a faint blue as dawn crept closer. A thousand years of tradition were about to end, and we were the ones to break it.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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