Chapter 116 Embracing the Evil Dragon’s Young Bloodline Harem – Gingetsu
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Sparkling silver light pierced through the wet black hair, and Gingetsu’s¹ lively, boy-like androgynous face brimmed with youthful energy.
Two sharp black horns reminiscent of keen blade edges peeked from her head, wrapped in an aura that exorcises evil—a sacred dragon trait—while she flashed a bright smile like the shining sun. She leaped into her father’s chest with full force, hugging tight, her upturned gaze strongly seeking indulgence, and her obsidian eyes gleamed fiercely like a beast eyeing prey.
”Even immature fruit can be deeply flavorful—I read that in a book. Come on, Dad—don’t knock it ’til you try, how ’bout just one bite?” Gingetsu said.
”That one bite would hurt Gingetsu, so Father absolutely won’t eat,” Father replied.
”I’m happy to be treasured, but if getting ruined is what Dad wants… that’s my dream come true, y’know?” Gingetsu said.
With a personality as straightforward as splitting bamboo, Gingetsu¹ began her direct courtship of her father, no tricks involved.
To waft the fragrance of immature fruit, she rubbed her young body tightly against his chest, then gently bit and nibbled his neck with the biting habit inherited from her mother. The sensation of her small tongue gliding along his neck transmitted through, accompanied by neutral, heated, trembling neutral laced with rising desire; already awakened to sensuality despite being a child, Gingetsu’s¹ two budding tips swelled and rubbed against his chest, spilling sweet, aching neutral each time.
”Ah, nnh… Just one bite, please… eat me… I’ll give service that rivals Mom’s… hiiu, !! Do it skillfully, make Dad happy, c’mon…!” Gingetsu said.
For a papa-daughter whose soul was fully dyed, just rubbing her body against her father’s chest was enough to reach finish’s peak.
Her boy-like androgynous features fully transformed into a girl’s lustrous properties, and she couldn’t stop fervently courting him, neutral sounds in the bathtub. As if subservience and service to her father were the essence of Gingetsu’s¹ bloodline, even swaying in the pleasure of pressing close, she began servicing the it at his crotch with her soft feet.
Small, soft, and gently, she stepped down precisely. Gingetsu’s¹ young toes accurately stroked and stimulated her father’s part, clinging to the chest before her while her pristine, fresh-snow soles gripped it tightly like squeezing.
It was the innate foot technique of a country-ruining beauty’s bloodline, a talent blooming since infancy, which Gingetsu¹ lavishly demonstrated on her father’s part.
”I’ll make you want to hold me… feel this good… See, Dad’s it… like this, nnh, tickle it—…! Yeah! Got a reaction outta ya…!” Gingetsu said.
Her ten small fingertips coiled like tentacles, thoroughly tormenting and stroking his part. The soles’ perfectly measured squeezing pressure gripped sweetly at regular intervals like CPR, and when her sensual toes pried open the tip, his lowly reproductive urges—the vile, wicked part—began rearing its head.
For Gingetsu,¹ this was an event of pure joy. Proof that her father saw his daughter as a female, the symbol of his absoluteness she’d tasted and understood since her mother’s womb era; beholding that dignified part embodied it, a sight sufficient to shatter reason and bare instincts.
The throbbing monster’s fetal movements transmitted from her soles. Feeling her father’s part—the foundation of the Evil Dragon’s prosperity and breeding—overwhelmed her with awe. Having transformed into a ferocious thing by bathing in the world-destroying Evil Dragon’s miasma, it retained a half-awakened majestic presence, more than enough to break a child’s body; even Gingetsu,¹ inheritor of the Evil Dragon’s blood, instinctively sensed it, her eyes fixed on the rising wicked part gleaming with fear overshadowed by churning excitement and desire.
”Part… just one push from this, and I’d… bear Dad’s baby…” Gingetsu whispered.
Her father’s part, incarnation of reproductive desire. It made even Gingetsu’s¹ young, immature womb throb with the Evil Dragon bloodline’s instincts. Confirming its heat, she stroked her plump, swollen lower belly, drooling like facing a treat from the corner of her mouth.
For a papa-daughter, merely seeing it was a potent drug, its majestic presence. Desperate to bear her father’s child, fully enchanted by the utterly evil, wicked part’s demonic allure, even one drop of its heinous spill poured into her womb would mercilessly pierce the egg. An indiscriminate, barbaric reproductive desire to impregnate any female before it absolutely; to keep Gingetsu¹ from its evil fangs, he hurriedly scooped her up.
”Gingetsu,¹ if you want a baby, there’s a proper order to follow, right?” Father said.
”Hold off ’til you’re grown, and gotta formally mate with Dad first… right?” Gingetsu echoed weakly.
Gingetsu,¹ her gaze nailed to her father’s part, entranced, soul-captive, answered dazedly and limply.
Wanting to be pushed, violated, impregnated—her face screamed it plainly. Burning with raging desire, struck by her father’s evil, wicked part’s reproductive urge, her immature body naturally prepared for pregnancy. Her sketch-like wetness grew wet, her spot and tips bloomed to their limits; just one touch from her soles to the part’s feel transformed Gingetsu¹ into breeding-ready female.
Driven by primal instincts, addicted to bearing her father’s child, Gingetsu—¹ held aloft with a melting, fallen expression—desperately begged for spill.
”Order matters, sure… but I want Dad’s baby now! Body, heart, soul—all screamin’ for it… carry it in my belly… raise it dear… Let me birth it, pleeease… weave life with Dad… Beggin’ ya, my² womb’s… ready now,” Gingetsu pleaded.
”Two more months of patience. Then Father absolutely will impregnate Gingetsu!¹ But now, pregnancy in that immature body risks complications. So——forgive me with this,” Father said.
”————! But this… ugh, Dad’s request, plus this sensation…… ~~~~~~~~~~~~!” Gingetsu cried.
It was an act teetering on clearly crossing the father-daughter line, but with mind and body fully craving her father’s child, this was the only way to calm Gingetsu.¹
He straddled her young body atop the base of the evil, wicked part’s majestic presence, thick as a great tree trunk. So-called sumata, a simulated act rubbing parts; even in the bathtub, her sticky-wet wetness’ feel transmitted, squish, kissing and biting into his part’s root.
Gingetsu¹ bared ecstatic frenzy at the part’s touch, shuddering in tiny bursts from finish surges just from contact. In a facing seated position, embracing face-to-face, she indulged madly in the simulated act, rationality abandoned in wild frenzy as she kept rubbing part against wetness.
The sensation of Gingetsu’s¹ wetness polishing his part like grinding; folds seemed to swallow, a taboo simulated incestuous union one step shy, and Gingetsu¹ drowned in it.
”So sturdy… Dad’s, amazin’… just rubbin’ like this… finish!? Nnngh~~~~~~~~~!! No way, can’t stop… not even real act, but still, I can’t take———nnnnnggggghhh, D-Dad, hiiigiiu!!!!” Gingetsu screamed.
No matter how many finishes stacked, endless selfless pleasure swept her away. Finishing madly with each rub, that madness fueling more rubs craving his crotch’s caress, Gingetsu¹ clung to his torso, drowning and writhing in carnal lust.
Wetness leaking, face pressed to his chest in breathless ecstasy, gazing up with lust-fevered female eyes—through this simulated act, she seemed to vent her near-limit drive and reproductive desire fully. A single stroke caressing the wicked part let the papa-daughter peer into finish’s heights and abyss utterly; no longer able to support herself lest she sink in the tub, Gingetsu’s¹ heart and reason fully melted away.
Dazed eyes reflecting only her father, beak-like mouth opening and closing like a chick begging feed; to signal the simulated act’s end, a kiss——
”Next… real baby-makin’ act with Dad… this was an unforgettable experience, absolutely… nnh, chuu,” Gingetsu murmured.
”This should hold Gingetsu’s¹ reproductive desire. No further until adulthood in two months,” Father said.
”A promise, yeah. Made with Dad, so I’ll absolutely keep it——but favoritism like this won’t look good to the other sisters,” Gingetsu said.
——The pecking kiss signaled end, and Gingetsu¹ dropped a bombshell last. With melted eyes, mischievous grin at her lips, and a great splish splash shaking the tub from the three³·⁴·sounds ringing out; looking around warily revealed the other daughters, aroused by the father-daughter simulated act.
”Toto-sama! Gingetsu’s¹ gettin’ all the favoritism! Before the forbidden father-daughter union, let me have that practice too~desuwa!” Shiratsuki⁵ said.
”If Father crossed that line, then up to there… I’d cross too——right?” Akika said.
”Indulging in baby-making foreplay with Papa? This one absolutely won’t miss out!” Meizuki⁶ declared.
Shiratsuki,⁵ Akika, Meizuki⁶ teetered on desire’s edge witnessing the simulated-yet-sexual father-daughter act.
With Father drawing a clear line, if sister Gingetsu¹ even slightly overstepped, naturally they’d seek father-daughter intimacy at the limit too; the line nearly crossed unraveled their restraint. The young yet ravishing beauties Shiratsuki,⁵ Akika, Meizuki⁶ followed Gingetsu’s¹ lead who’d gone first, their sketch-like places throbbing visibly in the tub, spots and tips fully bloomed; to not lag behind sisters, they too sought to taste the taboo father-daughter union one step shy.
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Summary:
Gingetsu aggressively courts her father with bites, foot service, and simulated intimacy in the bathtub, begging to bear his child despite her immaturity. Father restrains himself, promising impregnation in two months and using sumata to sate her urges without crossing the line. Gingetsu climaxes repeatedly from the contact, transforming into full female heat. At the end, her sisters—Shiratsuki, Akika, and Meizuki—witness and demand the same foreplay, pushing the father-daughter boundaries further.”
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Character Insight:
Gingetsu’s bold, direct pursuit reveals her bloodline’s instinctual drive for subservience and breeding, blending boyish energy with awakening sensuality; her joy at arousing her father’s ‘property’ underscores absolute devotion. Father’s firm boundaries show protective restraint amid temptation, prioritizing her maturity. Sisters’ reactions highlight collective bloodline pressure, eroding group restraint as one oversteps.”
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Behind the Scene:
No specific author notes or production trivia known for this chapter.”
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Notes:
• Akika – Sakuya’s daughter.
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