Chapter 108 Interlude꞉ The Evil Dragon’s Bloodline Papa Daughter Bond of Affection and Absolute Power
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It looks like Meizuki¹ found herself some treasures in the storage house where we keep the tribute gifts.
”Sparkly-sparkly! Papa, ah, sparkly-sparkly!” the tiny voice chirped.
Cradled in Yaten’s arms, Meizuki, adorned in extravagant decorations, was showing off her ensemble to her father. She had wrapped a silken cloth with gold thread embroidery around her small body, put on a golden crown embedded with the Four Great Jewels, and decked herself out completely in national-treasure-level ornaments that were the very extreme of luxury.
But Meizuki, with a hidden ravishing beauty inherited from her Mother, never looked overshadowed by the costume she wore; she actually managed to highlight her own cuteness perfectly. The jewelry made her glossy black hair shine even more, and the gleam of her golden eyes—fitting for one who inherited the Evil Dragon’s blood—stood out. Even as an adorably tiny infant, she exuded an overwhelming presence that could only come from that powerful lineage.
”Dah! Papa, dah!” she babbled, reaching out.
”There, no need to panic. Father’s holding you… there we go. Meizuki really is a spirited child,” he murmured, gently lifting her.
”Indeed, jano². Such overflowing vigor and robust health make me, her Mother, exceptionally pleased.” Yaten purred with pride.
Even though she hinted at the strength of an absolute ruler, she was still just a week-old infant. The moment she settled into her father’s arms, she would cling tightly, manifesting her joy with all her might. Her upturned golden eyes held a captivated, enthralled sparkle, and she rubbed her soft, mochi-like cheek against him to show her deep affection. With an expression of pure, inner peace, she let out pleased sounds, a perfect illustration of a Papa-Daughter bond worthy of a child inheriting the Evil Dragon’s blood. When he stroked her lustrous black hair, her face melted into a look of absolute surrender and pleasure, making the joy in her golden eyes shine even brighter. That sight of her heart trembling from a simple caress! When he touched her soft cheek, Meizuki just kept rubbing against him without stopping.
”Kufufu³, my cute, precious little one.” Yaten chuckled gently.
”She’s cute, all right, but isn’t this a bit much… this physical contact?” the father wondered, slightly overwhelmed.
”It is a ya’ko’s⁴ expression of love, jano! Is there such a thing as ‘too much’ when honestly showing one’s feelings?” Yaten challenged.
”Papa… chu, Papa, Papa! Chu, ngh… S-K-W-E-E-Z-E⁵!”
She used her tiny limbs to hug his chest, continuing to press kisses against him, manifesting the spirit of the Papa-Daughter bond completely. Again and again, she mashed her soft, tiny lips against him, her face twisting with an ecstatic, melting pleasure as she marked him. When the kissing stopped on his chest, she grabbed his clothes and started climbing, restarting her marking on his collarbone, as if Meizuki were proving that he was entirely her personal property.
The sensation of her kisses on his neck was quite ticklish. He held her securely, preventing her from slipping, and protected her until the child’s expression of love was fully satisfied. The fervor was such that she poured everything into a single kiss, and when this was repeated dozens of times, it felt as though the Papa-Daughter’s deep feelings were being etched into his very body.
Finally, she finished kissing her way up from his chest to his collarbone and then to his neck. All that remained was the final destination: his lips. Clinging to his neck from the front, Meizuki licked her own lips as if looking at a delightful treat. She understood that this was special—and so, she poured all the feelings of her young life into just one kiss for her father—
”Papa, chu! Nggh, S-K-W-E-E-Z-E⁶!”
—and with that full-force kiss, the infant Meizuki’s heart utterly exploded. Unable to control her surging emotions, the experience of having her lips touch her father’s was like tasting a potent, emotional drug, a rush of passion that completely enthralled her. In the very next moment, she clung to him like a doll, plastered face-to-face against him.
”Meizuki—?! Hey, that’s dangerous, get off!” her father exclaimed.
”No! Papa, Mei’s! Papa! Mei’s!” she insisted, her voice tight.
This was the manifestation of the infant’s desire for exclusivity. As if to make the existence of her father her sole property, Meizuki clung stubbornly to his face and wouldn’t let go, restraining him with the unreasonable strength that came with her Evil Dragon blood. The soft feel and sweet scent of the infant tickled his nose and felt pleasant, but the rough metal of her luxurious ornaments painfully pressed against his skin. She was fully demonstrating the arrogant self-will inherited from her Mother, Yaten. The experience of literally holding her father in her grasp seemed to strike a chord deep within Meizuki, as she kept making cute sounds of delight and absolutely refused to release him.
”Papa! Papaaah! Ugh! Mei’s!” she wailed possessively.
”I suppose there’s no helping it… This position is too risky, so I’m going to lie down.”
Considering the danger of falling onto the floor, he lay down on his back with Meizuki still plastered to his face. He could have forcibly pulled her off, but he decided to indulge the child’s willfulness. She wouldn’t be stuck to his face forever; he’d let Meizuki satisfy her desire for exclusivity until she eventually got tired and let go. It was the privilege of an infant, after all, and a one-week-old child should be played with rather than scolded.
”Yaten, let me know when it’s time to take Meizuki.”
”Hmph. Leave it to me. However, seeing her capture and refuse to let go of Master—I cannot help but feel my own blood in this scene, jano.” Yaten commented, highly amused.
”Papa… S-K-W-E-E-Z-E⁷! Papaaah! Papa!”
The passionate embrace, pouring all her feelings into it, never let up Meizuki’s desire for exclusivity. She was desperately clinging to his face, like holding onto the greatest treasure and refusing to let it go—a mix of joy at acquiring her desired property and a fear of losing it. When her father, sensing her anxiety, instinctively held the clinging infant tightly, the embrace on his face loosened just a little. As if realizing that seeking alone was not enough, a tiny part of her started to desire being sought after by her father. The hug of Meizuki, the very personification of self-will, was gradually changing into one filled with father-daughter affection.
Eventually, feeling completely satisfied, she released her embrace and settled down, sitting on her father’s chest and looking down at him.
”Papa! Head rub! Mei, head rub!” she demanded, pointing to her head.
”You want me to stroke your head? Honestly, Meizuki is such a greedy child,” her father chuckled.
”S-K-W-E-E-Z-E⁸! Kyaah, Papa! Nggh, Papaaah!”
Meizuki offered her head, and he gave her glossy black hair a thorough, long stroke. She made cute, bell-like sounds, shuddering as she expressed her joy with her entire body, and once again clung to her father, driven by overwhelming emotion. This time, she didn’t plaster herself to his face like a human doll; Meizuki wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a full embrace. He could hear her escaping breath right next to his ear as she savored the moment, and the father held the continuously sweet, cheek-rubbing infant securely.
”Horn, Papa, horn, head rub—S-Q-U-I-S-H⁹! Ahh!” she requested, pointing again.
”I’m only going to touch it lightly, but the children of the Evil Dragon bloodline are sensitive there, aren’t they?” he said.
Just gently tracing the round tips of her nascent Evil Dragon horns with his fingertip made her melt with pleasure. The horns, which hold the dignity and soul of the Evil Dragon—usually its Reverse Scale—cause a sensation of ecstatic oblivion when touched by a special someone. That feeling of having one’s soul caressed and completely overwhelmed. Yaten, her Mother, rarely lets anyone touch hers, but once a caress is given, she melts and falls completely for it, showing just how hyper-sensitive the Evil Dragon’s horns are. Meizuki’s body tensed for just a second, like a taught wire, then in the next moment, a complete relaxation washed over her, the total lack of strength making her body slack. She was utterly undone by a single caress. She pressed her soft cheek closely against him, let out a comfortable, blissful sigh, and completely entrusted herself to her father, drifting in pure pleasure.
”Are you satisfied, Meizuki?” he asked softly.
”Agh… ngh, Papaaah… haah, aah…” she responded, even Meizuki, with her Evil Dragon self-will, sounding like she had surrendered, her voice tiny. Her mind and body seemed completely sated, filled with so much love that her capacity for affection had reached its limit. He put his arm around her small side and lifted her; she felt just like a melted ice cream, still wrapped in those luxurious ornaments, but inside, she was just an adorable child.
Even Meizuki, who hinted at the power of an absolute ruler, could not defeat the joy of being doted on by her father as a Papa-Daughter. And so, while holding that melted, precious body carefully—
”Let’s stop playing with national treasures, okay? Now, how about we return the property you’re wearing?” he proposed.
”Agh…? Eh, Papa…?” she questioned, confused.
—He began to undress Meizuki of the national-treasure-level ornaments that covered her entire body. They were gorgeous and cute on her, but it was too early for a child to wear them, and considering the total cost of the decorations, they should be used for the protection of the Shiryuin Clan’s young women instead. Because she was so utterly melted by her father’s caresses, she allowed the ornaments to be stripped off one after another, until only the gold-embroidered swaddling cloth remained.
”Papa, Mei, sparkly-sparkly! Ugh, sparkly-sparkly!” she pleaded for the jewelry.
”These aren’t your property, Meizuki. But, I suppose I can entrust you with one thing—which one do you want?” he offered, relenting a little.
”Au!” she squeaked, pointing.
”The golden crown, huh… You picked the most expensive item of the lot. But a promise is a promise, now.” The oversized golden crown, embedded with the Four Great Jewels. It was huge for the infant Meizuki, but she managed to balance it cleverly by tilting it on her head. Normally, it would slip right down and cover her whole head, but she maintained her balance using the superhuman physical ability of an Evil Dragon’s child, looking exactly like a tiny queen.
”You’ll have to make do with this for now. When things settle down, I’ll give you whatever treasure you like, alright?”
”Papa! Ugh, finger, Mei, finger!” she demanded, holding out her pinky.
”A pinky promise? Here, hold out your finger—It’s a promise, Meizuki.”
”Promise!”
Her tiny fingertip hooked onto her father’s pinky finger. It was a promise made between father and daughter, and Meizuki declared it firmly out loud. Then, she looked up at him from beneath the golden crown, and the greedy darling daughter, still not satisfied with affection, once again clung to her father.
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Summary:
Experience a tender, yet comically over-the-top, moment of domestic fantasy life as the infant Meizuki, daughter of the Clan Head and the Evil Dragon Yaten, decides to raid the tribute vault for national treasure-level jewelry. Despite being only a week old, Meizuki’s powerful Evil Dragon bloodline makes her a demanding, possessive force of nature, expressing her boundless Papa-Daughter affection through relentless kisses and hugs.
Witness the loving father’s patient indulgence as his tiny, powerful daughter insists on being his exclusive property, demanding supernatural caresses to her sensitive horns before finally settling for a golden crown and a sacred pinky promise of future treasures. This slice of life scene highlights the unique family dynamic and the strange, luxurious chaos of the Shiryuin Clan.
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Character Insight:
Meizuki is a fascinating study in contrast: an adorable infant girl who is simultaneously a force of nature due to her Evil Dragon blood. Her overwhelming desire for exclusivity towards her father and her physical displays of affection, such as the full-force kiss and the extreme pleasure derived from touching her dragon horns, are not just typical baby behavior—they are manifestations of an absolute ruler’s powerful will and the intense emotionality of her supernatural lineage. Yet, despite her raw power, she is easily satisfied and calmed by simple parental love, proving that her fundamental need is that of a cherished daughter seeking fatherly affection. Her intense possessiveness is actually a deep, emotional vulnerability.
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Behind the Scene:
In this charming interlude, the focus shifts entirely to the domestic life of the Clan Head’s family. The scene establishes the sheer power and presence of Meizuki as a child of the Evil Dragon bloodline, detailing her inhuman strength (enough to cling to a man’s face) and the hypersensitivity of her nascent horns. The father-daughter relationship is solidified as one of complete indulgence on the father’s side, and intense, physical, and somewhat demanding affection on Meizuki’s side. Yaten is shown to be a proud, if amused, mother who supports her child’s ‘willful’ nature. The luxurious setting of the tribute vault emphasizes the family’s immense wealth and the high-fantasy world they live in, grounding the extraordinary in the mundane.
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T/L:
1 Meizuki: The child’s name, which is transliterated in the text. ↩
2 jano: A Japanese sentence-ending particle that suggests an archaic, often regal or elderly, tone. ↩
4 ya’ko’s: A term for ‘child’ or ‘young one’, used affectionately. ↩
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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