Chapter 122 An Affectionate Farewell Before the Evil Dragon’s Departure: Shiratsuki, Akika, Meizuki, and Gingetsu’s Lingering Affection
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Before their very eyes, the source of their father’s virility loomed – a monolithic lance of flesh, surging with a dark, majestic vitality and wreathed in the sinister, intoxicating Miasmaⁿ of the Evil Dragon. Even for these young princesses, the shaft was a colossal presence, its length nearly matching their own small stature. Struck by this raw manifestation of their father’s reproductive instinct, the Papa’s Daughterⁿ squad found their own burgeoning desires fanned into a frantic, primal flame.
To gaze upon that majestic presence piercing the air, to see the thick essence of life beading at the tip, and to inhale that masculine scent like a mind-melting narcotic… it was too much. Their small frames began to pulse with a feverish heat, their childlike innocence melting away to reveal the raw, lustful property of the female.
Without a word, as if guided by a singular, primal urge, the princesses opened their mouths, offering up their glistening tongues. They began to worship him, tracing every inch from the base to his heavy sac with the rapt attention of a child savoring the finest confection.
”Nn… slurp… Father’s symbol of masculinity… Please, enjoy the humble ministrations of your daughter’s tongue… Ah! You are so pleased, aren’t you? It makes me so happy… desuwa!”
Princess Shiratsuki’s crystalline blue eyes shimmered with a fallen light as she traced a single, delicate line from the base to the glans. She worked with the meticulous grace of a master calligrapher, her small tongue painting him with her own saliva. Though she possessed the blood of a holy dragon, she moved with the practiced seduction of a beauty born to ruin empires. This ‘Gap’ – the contrast between her serene, pure aura and the sheer ecstasy she found in this forbidden, incestuous Taboo – sent a thrill of delicious immorality through both her and her father. Her gaze was one of total intoxication, an upturned look of absolute worship. As she applied a wet, lingering kiss filled with the weight of her entire soul, his manhood buckled and thrummed like a stallion. For Shiratsuki, this was the ultimate honor; the knowledge that she could bring her father such pleasure drove her to the very brink of her own lewd climax. Her blue eyes were now clouded with a perfect, beautiful corruption, her silver hair shimmering as her service became more frantic and obsessed.
”This is where Father’s seed is gathered… the sac, the very cradle of life… Lick… Ah… someday, I want to receive it… I want that wicked, surging vitality to overflow deep inside my own womb… nn!”
Akika took his sac into her mouth, her tongue fluttering like a rolling bell to tickle and massage him. Having been bathed in the Evil Dragon’s dense Miasma, his scrotum had become a specialized vessel for weaving wicked genes. Each drop of his essence seethed with a vitality meant to ensure absolute impregnation. As Akika tasted that barbaric, vulgar desire, her instincts were forcibly awakened. She clutched her own stomach, writhing as a searing heat took root in her lower abdomen. Her pupils had narrowed into sharp, excited slits; her obsidian eyes were no longer those of a child, but of a female consumed by the need to breed. She was a slave to the seed, performing her service in a mindless trance, dreaming only of the moment his thick cream would fill her womb.
”My King’s Swordⁿ… mwah… I must offer my kiss of loyalty… The master of the Evil Dragon’s harem must have… shloop… such a magnificent property… Ah, I want to be your sheath… I want to take it all… noja!”
Princess Meizuki, crowned in gold, treated her father as her absolute sovereign. The kingly charisma she had inherited from her mother, Yaten, had vanished, replaced by the desperate fawning of a female in heat. Her golden eyes were wet with the joy of falling, of becoming a mere daughter submissive to his will. There was a profound, masochistic pleasure in the way she – a natural ruler who demanded prostration from others – now knelt in total surrender to an existence she could never hope to match. She polished the King’s Sword with her tongue like a devoted slave, coating it in the slick evidence of her own desire.
”Like Mama… I will be pierced by Father’s sword and bear his children! Our bloodline… gulp… it will eventually conquer and devour the entire world… Hii!”
The voracious reproductive desire of her mother lived on in Meizuki’s dream of bearing her father’s heirs. She had inherited the Evil Dragon’s most arrogant, greedy traits, envisioning a future where she and her father’s offspring ruled the world. It was a plan that might take a thousand years, but as her father, I could only look forward to the sheer ambition of such a child.
”You lot don’t know the first thing about Service! Our only job as Papa’s daughters is to make Father feel good – Hmph! Nnnn… ssu!”
Gingetsu, the aspiring personal butler, opened her mouth to its limit, engulfing the swollen glans. The sheer presence of it poked her cheek out from the inside, yet she didn’t flinch. She used the tip of her tongue to pinpoint his most sensitive areas, her suction so intense it felt as if she were trying to wring the very life from him. Her black hair, streaked with silver, fell over her face as her expression darkened with a lewd, festering heat. Her obsidian eyes were glazed, and the sound of her mouth working was a rhythmic, wet music. For a daughter of the Dragon, the ultimate rapture was the taste of his seed – that potent, concentrated drop of essence designed to conquer and impregnate. Even with her dragon blood, she was defenseless against the drug-like effect of his nectar.
”Hamu… nnn… Ah… Father… I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore… ssu!”
Father’s seed was a transformative force, one that could turn even a young child’s body into a vessel ripe for conception. Gingetsu’s reason was stripped away, leaving her a prisoner to the instinct to breed. She clutched her aching belly, her mouth watering as she begged for the end of the Taboo. I pulled back for a moment, the milky white nectar of his essence beading at the tip, but the other princesses would not let it go to waste. As if driven by a thirst for a beautiful poison, they lunged forward to lap up the overflowing magic…
”Hahii! To taste Father’s seed again… desuwa!”
”This thick nectar… to have it so soon… Fufu, I need more… nn!”
”It’s not enough… my very blood is screaming for this honey… noja!”
”I’m starving for it… the Evil Dragon’s blood makes us all prisoners to your essence… ssu!”
A single drop was all it took to charm them completely. Their minds and bodies were now fully under the spell of their father’s seed. Driven by a raging inferno of desire, Shiratsuki, Akika, Meizuki, and Gingetsu huddled at his groin, beginning their final service to claim the prize that would conclude their intimate communion.
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Summary:
The four young princesses engage in a worshipful, intimate ritual with their father, the Evil Dragon, prior to his departure. Each daughter expresses her devotion through oral service, highlighting her unique personality and inherited traits. The scene culminates in the release of the dragon’s magical seed, which instantly charms and further awakens the princesses’ reproductive instincts.
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Character Insight:
The chapter explores the ‘Gap Moe’ in Shiratsuki’s transition from saintly to corrupted, while Meizuki finds masochistic satisfaction in surrendering her regal pride to her father. Akika and Gingetsu represent the raw, instinctual side of the dragon’s bloodline, showing how the father’s ‘Miasma’ overrides their childish logic with primal reproductive drives.
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Behind the Scene:
This chapter serves as a pivotal transition point where the daughters move from being merely ‘family’ to being potential future queens of the dragon’s lineage, solidifying the ‘Harem’ and ‘Taboo’ themes of the novel.
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Notes:
• Akika – Sakuya’s daughter.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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