Chapter 101 Interlude꞉ The Birth Rite of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Before you are born, my child… I ask that you face this world with courage.”
”Yeah. Anyone would feel a little scared before being born, right? Even a child still in the womb.”
”Papa, I want to see you… that’s nine parts of my heart. The fear of being born is just one.”
Even in the fragile form of a young girl, the Void Dragon cradled her swelling belly, heavy with life, and whispered for comfort. Though her body was a clone of the Evil Dragon—an abhorrent vessel steeped in miasma—her round, pearl-like belly glowed with a holiness that nothing could taint.
Within that sacred sphere rested an unborn child whose very essence seemed to invert her mother’s corruption. Whenever the faint presence of her father brushed against her spirit, she bowed inwardly, thoughts blooming in reverent submission.
The unborn dragon’s heart shone with pure innocence—a daughter yearning for her father’s touch, her small, unformed soul trembling to be soothed. And when that tender warmth reached her, her thoughts melted away in bliss, dissolving into wordless adoration.
”Don’t be afraid,” I said softly. “Your father will be there—my hands will catch you the moment you fall into this world.”
”Don’t be scared,” she echoed within the womb. “Because the first thing I’ll feel… will be Papa’s hands.”
At those words, the child’s emotions burst like starlight. The promise of being held upon birth struck her like a divine narcotic. Her thoughts, once trembling, turned fervent. Within her mother’s belly, she rubbed her tiny, forming horns—the pride of her dragonhood—against the warmth she could sense.
Feeling that delicate pressure through my palm, I traced the tips with care. They were her dignity, her crown, and I would not defile them. My fingers moved in reverent patience, and joy surged through her so violently that her mother’s stomach quivered. Inside, the child’s body convulsed in rapture, every nerve alive with radiant pleasure.
So fierce was her longing that her small head pressed visibly against the skin, as though she might tear her way free just to feel me fully. The Void Dragon, grimacing from the pressure, winced—and I laid my hand gently against her, urging calm.
At once, the unborn one withdrew, sensing my will. Her remorse reached me like a ripple through the flesh—an unspoken apology blooming from the trembling curve of her mother’s belly.
Despite being of the Evil Dragon’s bloodline, her soul carried the dignity of a pure dragon. Even in her madness of devotion, she never let harm touch another. Her fervor softened; her head rested again, this time with tender restraint.
”You’re kind, my child,” murmured the Void Dragon. “It saddens me that you won’t inherit my nature… but that gentleness is your beauty.”
”You’re a gentle one indeed,” I said. “No trace of the Evil Dragon’s malice—but still, our beloved child.”
”But Master Inji,” came the small thought from within, “I’ll always love you. That won’t ever change, no matter how many generations come.”
The Void Dragon smiled faintly, eyes soft with pride. Her daughter’s soul, steeped in devotion to her father, reflected a love too deep for jealousy. She caressed the round belly as if blessing it, cherishing both the purity and the madness it held.
”All my blood,” she whispered, “belongs entirely to Master Inji.”
”That’s unlikely,” I chuckled. “Surely not every child will become a father’s girl. Someday, one of them will love another.”
She laughed quietly. “My bloodline adores its father. Our only mate is Papa. Generation after generation, Master Inji’s blood will rule the young dragons.”
”How many generations would that even be…” I mused. “It wouldn’t harm the bloodline, but if that continues, our descendants might number in the thousands.”
She smiled. “Then the children of Master Inji and the young dragons could conquer the world together.”
A single year to reach maturity, and just a week to bear the next child—each one born with the strength to destroy worlds. Without predators or limits, their numbers could grow endlessly. If not bound by the reins of a father’s hand—if not raised as Papa’s daughters—they would become a swarm of malice, devouring the earth.
”I suppose it’s my duty as father,” I said quietly, “to watch over this bloodline to its very end.”
”Master Inji must stand at the summit,” said the Void Dragon, “to guide our family.”
”Even a garden needs its air refreshed,” I replied. “If I rule from the top, I’ll still build a system that lets the wind pass through.”
”Then,” she said gently, “if the family ever decides its path together… please, Master Inji—be our brake.”
”I’ll keep the final word,” I promised. “But the journey to that decision will belong to our children.”
――As the master of the Evil Dragon’s harem, I resolved to hold the reins of every descendant born from our prosperity and union. No matter how many thousands—or tens of thousands—of daughters might one day worship their father with mad devotion, I would build a structure to guide them, to ensure that the lineage we forged would never be cast out from this world.
The idea of a hierarchy with myself at the absolute top still brought unease. But with Yaten—whose beauty could topple nations and whose cunning outmatched demons—and the daughters at my side, I would endure.
Though I meant to show restraint in siring children, the Evil Dragon’s bloodline viewed prosperity and breeding as their highest joy. Immortal, ever-young, they would multiply without end.
For now, Yaten held herself back; the uncertainty of our place in the world demanded it. Yet once peace came and the foundation for safe breeding was laid, the surge in population would be explosive. Thankfully, only one male existed within their circle—me. My own limits would serve as the bottleneck that spared the world from being smothered by our offspring.
”Guess it helps that your kind forbids harems when it comes to love,” I said wryly.
”Because love must be true,” Yaten replied, smiling faintly. “So the young dragons won’t multiply too wildly.”
Indeed, their desire for exclusivity defined the bloodline. They loathed sharing intimacy with more than one at once. Each wished to bear children with me—and me alone. The same trait, born from Yaten herself, flowed through every descendant.
Foreplay could be shared, perhaps, but the act of true union? Never. Even among family, it was an absolute taboo.
”Even the pure dragons’ child refuses harems when it comes to love,” someone murmured.
”To reject shared affection before even being born… the Evil Dragon’s possessiveness is beyond belief,” I said.
”But… if it were with my child,” the Void Dragon whispered, “I might accept it. I want to share Master Inji’s love with her, as parent and child.”
Her thoughts wavered—torn between that fierce exclusivity and the yearning to serve beside her own daughter. The unborn child, too, trembled with similar conflict, torn but unyielding.
Even as she wrestled with her nature, a faint suggestion lingered—that the bond between blood might someday surpass even the dragons’ possessive instinct.
”Master,” Yaten called softly. “The birthing preparations are complete.”
”The birthing bed, the cleansing bath, the wraps—everything is ready!” said another.
”Our beloved father’s child is finally ready to greet this world,” the Void Dragon murmured. “I’ve checked the Nawaumitsuna—the Binding Rope of Birth—and the pillars it’s tied to. Now all that remains… is to witness the life born of love.”
”Papa,” came a bright voice from within, “I’m not afraid anymore. I just want to feel your hands soon. I’m so excited!”
Four expectant wives, dressed in pure white garments, gathered around the birthing bed. Each gripped the Binding Rope of Birth strung between the stone pillars, their bodies glistening with effort and tension.
Even Yaten—seasoned through many births—betrayed a flicker of anxiety. The Void Dragon’s face was taut, and Sakuya and Uigetsu could not conceal their unease at the life about to enter the world.
Yet their eyes burned with resolve. They were ready—utterly, beautifully ready—to bring my child into existence.
Yaten, the Void Dragon, Sakuya, and Uigetsu turned their gaze toward me, awaiting my command. Body, mind, and soul—they had surrendered all. With a single word, their wombs would obey, guided by the binding of our shared spirit.
Usually, I would never invoke that absolute authority. But for the sake of a child’s life, I would not hesitate.
And since all four desired it, I drew a deep breath and spoke as their master.
”Yaten. Void Dragon. Sakuya. Uigetsu—bear my child!”
Their voices broke the air at once:
”Fiiihhh—ahhh—!”
”Ah—ahhhnn—!”
”Ooohhh—ahhhhhh—!”
”Mmmhhh—ahhhhhh—!”
In that instant, all four were seized by labor.
Their water burst forth in shining streams; even these godlike beings cried out through the pain of birth. Clinging to the Binding Rope of Birth, they braced and pushed, bodies straining to bring forth the children of the one they called their mate. The chamber trembled with the rhythm of creation itself.
Then—to aid them—I spoke again, my voice a command that crossed from flesh to soul.
”First… to Yaten’s child. I command you—be born!”
Yaten’s scream tore through the stone chamber, raw and unrestrained—a cry that mingled agony and joy as the miracle began to unfold.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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