Chapter 107 Interlude The Evil Dragon Bloodline’s Papa Daughter Raising Akika and Sakuya
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
By bearing and birthing my child, her father, Sakuya has completely shifted, now wrapped in the seductive aura of a Mother.
She has tied her long hair, which seems to absorb the light like a twilight shadow, at the back of her head. Though her lips hold the wicked, exquisite smile deserving of the name country-ruining beauty, her eyes now carry a sparkle that overflows with profound love. Simply watching her dearest baby, Akika, whom she holds securely in her arms, breathing quietly and stirring slightly, brings a look of complete bliss to Sakuya’s face.
Sakuya’s appearance, once that of a fallen princess, is now thoroughly adult, and the soft curves of her body after childbirth are definitely the property of a mother. Her breasts, full to nourish the infant Akika, have swelled two more sizes and are so overflowing with breast milk, they must be regularly relieved lest the precious drops spill out like a dairy cow’s. Clad in a cherry blossom-colored kimono, she has the bewitching look of a villainess, a cunning, alluring smile playing on her lips. Yet, the way she gently cradles her child—her jewel—manifesting such motherhood creates a stark gap that truly highlights Sakuya’s charm as a mother.
”My Master,” Sakuya whispered, her voice dripping with devotion, “I believe Akika is seeking her father.”
”She’s sleeping, though. How can you tell?” I mumbled, my tone amused.
”It is merely her sleep-talking, but she is softly calling your name, Master—heheh, can you hear her now?” she chided softly.
In that moment, Akika stirred in Sakuya’s arms, and, in a tiny voice that sounded like sleep-talk, she uttered the word ‘Papa.’
The baby Akika, while sinking into a light slumber, naturally reached out to me with her arms, as her ‘Papa Daughter’ instinct yearned. A small, sorrowful cry escaped her every time her tiny palms scratched the air. Just as a child needs a comforting toy to settle down for the night, it seems the presence of her father is essential for Akika to achieve truly peaceful rest.
”Even Akika is a daughter who adores her father, just like me… Truly, the Papa Daughter blood cannot be denied, can it?” Sakuya breathed, a look of rapture on her face.
Feeling that strong blood-bond woven between Mother and Child fills Sakuya with an overwhelming, blissful joy. She tenderly smoothed Akika’s dark hair, drawing her close and embracing her gently.
Enveloped by Sakuya, the very embodiment of motherhood, Akika couldn’t help but make a sound of deep comfort. Those voluptuous and charming breasts are nothing less than a heavenly flesh cushion; their feel would bring any child true peace. Akika’s notably soft, infant cheek pressed into her Mother’s breasts, sinking in—it truly looked so yielding—and the baby, still asleep, instinctively clung tight.
However, the Evil Dragon’s desire proved quite selfish; even with all that affection poured upon her, it wasn’t enough. Akika searched for even more security and mumbled a sleep-talk demand.
”Mama, mmh, Papa… Papaaa…”
”Look, Akika. Your Father’s here—” I started, slightly surprised, “Whoa, she’s quick for a sleeping baby!”
She latched onto my arm with the force of a pouncing serpent, coiling around me. Her eyelids stayed shut—a purely unconscious motion driven by sensing her father’s presence—but the sheer speed was startling. I had to hold her securely with both arms to prevent her from slipping off my forearm, which was gripped by the baby’s claws, limbs reminiscent of a wild beast’s jaws.
”Papa… Papa, ow! Papa…”
Clinging to my chest with tiny hands, she displayed all the adorable charm of a young child. As she kept seeking me, and as I responded by wrapping her in a protective embrace, Akika completely surrendered herself, trusting me implicitly.
She’s still only a baby, but her bright, sweet face, inherited from her Mother Sakuya, suggests she will grow into a ravishing beauty. Her hair, the color of wet raven feathers sprinkled with the brilliance of stars, and the sight of her small, twisting horns, like those of a Western dragon, peeking out, confirm her lineage. Though her aura is subtly tinged with Miasma, Akika, being the second generation, barely shows any of the terrifying properties of the Evil Dragon.
The wicked Innate Nature of the Evil Dragon grows weaker with each passing generation. Even though this is a forbidden life woven by father and daughter¹, both her mind and body are perfectly fine. The only real concern is that the ‘Papa Daughter’ trait, inherited from the Evil Dragon’s blood, is quite extreme.
”Mmm, un… Papa, Papa… Papa!”
”She’s so sweet, but to search for her father even in her dreams…” I mused, shaking my head.
”This is the blood that cannot be fought, my Master. Every child who inherits the Evil Dragon’s blood possesses the ‘Papa Daughter’ spirit that unceasingly seeks its father,” Sakuya declared, a wicked delight in her eyes. “Heheh, I truly look forward to her future, Master.”
Akika’s expression, as she drifted in a slumber of deepest peace, was one of pure, swaying happiness.
Her tiny hand gripped the cloth of my chest, and she snuggled her young dragon horn hard against me as if begging for comfort. Seeing that look of utter bliss made it impossible to stop the comfort. It’s natural for a young child to seek its parents; considering the short childhood of a child inheriting the Evil Dragon’s blood, Akika should fully enjoy this moment, this property to the fullest.
Sakuya, seeing a kindred spirit in Akika’s actions, looked utterly overwhelmed with affection. She gently traced the infant’s soft cheek with her fingertip, continuing to adore her.
”Allowing her to rub her Horn, the Dignity of a Dragon, so easily is not good for her education,” I stated, trying to sound firm.
”It’s quite alright. This is Akika’s ultimate expression of reverence. An Evil Dragon child would never permit another property to touch its horn—it is only because it is you, her father, my Master.” Sakuya insisted, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
”I don’t feel bad about that, but the horn is an Evil Dragon’s soul itself. To have her rub it so zealously…” I trailed off, a hint of unease in my voice.
”The act of offering is the supreme joy for Akika, Master,” Sakuya explained, her tone patient.
”So Sakuya’s tribute compulsion has been passed down to Akika, huh…” I sighed, defeated.
Though I wouldn’t call it a genuine vice, Sakuya is always trying to offer me tribute, her father. Meals and handmade crafts are sweet properties, but she naturally tries to offer her body whenever she gets the chance. Lately, she’s even requested that I personally snap off her Evil Dragon’s horn, her very Dignity and soul, and take it as a gift. The spirit that so happily offers her body, mind, and even soul to her father—Sakuya’s tribute compulsion has recently been growing extreme, and I’ve been struggling to chide her and keep her from going too far.
”If Akika has inherited her Mother’s tribute compulsion, I must teach her to offer wholesome tributes.” I resolved.
”You are still worried about the matter of my Evil Dragon horn, Master, are you not?” Sakuya inquired, her eyes gleaming slyly.
”Naturally! If my daughter offered her own Dignity instead of a wedding ring, I’d stop her with all my might and worry myself sick!” I exclaimed.
”But I thought the Evil Dragon’s Dignity and soul, the horn itself, would be the greatest gift when becoming your couple…” Sakuya pouted.
Though she is intelligent and harbors the cunning of a country-ruining beauty, her intellectual capacity fails when it comes to sexual preferences. The act of giving and offering seems to be the fundamental desire of Sakuya’s bloodline. This preference for completely surrendering herself to her father is impossible to correct. I absolutely refuse to let her cross the line of offering her Evil Dragon’s horn—yet, she finds supreme pleasure in creating that situation, so I can never let my guard down around Sakuya and her bothersome tribute compulsion. And now, that same bothersome tribute compulsion seems to have been inherited by Akika, who rubs her Evil Dragon’s horn against her father’s chest, even in the unconscious action of her dreams—
”Even if she has to offer tribute, I must guide that trait in the direction of ornaments or crafts,” I muttered thoughtfully.
”Offering one’s own horn from such a young age is indeed unhealthy. If Akika, who inherits the cunning of the country-ruining beauty, is taught to make things, she is sure to complete a marvelous property.” Sakuya nodded in agreement.
—While Sakuya’s bothersome tribute compulsion is beyond repair, I can still guide the young Akika in the right direction. I decided upon an educational policy to foster a proper set of values: the path of wholesome craft, where what she offers to her father is not her own body but an artwork created by her own hands.
”Akika, I know the tribute compulsion is unavoidable, but if you must offer something to your Father, let’s make it a wholesome property.” I said gently.
”Mmh… ah… wholesome… Papa, thing to offer…?”
Akika, half-awake, half-asleep, repeated my words as if she had registered them. The words were chewed over and repeated, and though her awareness was still blurry, the cunning of the country-ruining beauty she possesses allowed her to fully grasp the concept. Understanding filled her wide-open Obsidian Eyes. Her expression, showing an intellect for plotting that she inherited from her Mother even at her young age, looked straight at her father.
”Ah! Wholesome, thing, Papa!” she shouted happily.
—And thus, the budding talent of Ryuuin Akika, who would later be known as a Great Inventor of the Century, had begun.
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Summary:
In this tender interlude, the Evil Dragon Sakuya is completely transformed by the profound joy of motherhood, blending her bewitching country-ruining beauty with overwhelming love for her infant daughter, Akika. The Protagonist, our Clan Head and father, observes Akika’s sleep-talking that reveals her inherited ‘Papa Daughter’ complex, which makes her instinctually and intensely devoted to him. This is an essential property of the Evil Dragon bloodline.
The scene turns on the shared tribute compulsion between Mother and Daughter; while Sakuya’s desire to offer her very soul (horn) is a difficult preference for the father to manage, he decides to guide the young Akika’s natural impulse toward creating a wholesome craft instead of self-sacrifice.
This decision acts as the fateful catalyst for Akika’s future, setting her on the path to becoming a Great Inventor—a destiny born from an extreme desire for reverence and a father’s pragmatic love. The whole chapter is a heartwarming, dramatic look at a unique, fantastical family dynamic, rich with sensual detail and profound fantasy romance themes.
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¹ 1 [The original text makes repeated mention of their union being ‘incestuous’ (‘father-daughter’), which is a common trope in some Japanese fiction to denote a taboo or highly fated, powerful bond, especially when discussing mythical beings like dragons and their human counterparts. In this fantasy setting, it signifies a ‘forbidden life’ (禁断の命) resulting in a powerful child, emphasizing the drama of their lore. It’s part of the lore, not a simple biological or social incest.] ↩
Notes:
• Akika – Sakuya’s daughter.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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