Chapter 20 Let’s Help the Evil Dragon Give Birth!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…It feels too good… I can’t… hold it in. The baby’s joy is melting me inside—!”
Yaten clutched her swollen belly, her entire body trembling as she shared every surge of feeling from the child inside. Each time I touched her, the movements grew sharper, her womb twisting with life. The baby’s soul, already bound to me, overflowed with joy at the slightest caress, and Yaten was helpless to resist being carried along in that storm. Even she, once the most cunning beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, was undone by it. This was proof—our child was already a papa’s girl, loving me even before birth.
”Just a trace of my finger makes her react like this?” I asked, brushing along her side.
”Yes… your touch alone makes her entire being overflow,” she whispered, her breath faltering as if the joy had seized her spine.
I traced a slow circle around her navel, and she stiffened, caught between laughter and a muffled cry as the baby kicked back in answer. Each gentle tap brought a reply from within. It was addicting—if she loved it this much, how could I stop? Her belly swelled and writhed under my palm, joy flowing from child to mother in an endless cycle. I held her close from behind, my arms wrapped around her as she clung to the ropes for balance, her head tilting back against me.
Her breath caught, ragged and sweet. “Ahh… it’s too much… I could lose myself like this…”
”Then I’ll keep touching you every day,” I teased softly, stroking her again.
”You fool,” she muttered, her voice breaking as if the sensation had pierced her. “It feels good because I share it with our child. Her joy flows into me, mine flows back into her… it never ends. It’s overwhelming…”
Her golden eyes locked on mine, heavy with need, her lips parted as if begging for more. The baby shared every spark of this connection, and all I could offer was the gentlest brush of a kiss before pulling away. She looked at me, lips still tilted in a faint pout, as if betrayed by my restraint. Stroking her belly with one hand, she whispered, “So cruel… to deny me when I ache for my mate.”
”Our child—Uigetsu—is watching,” I said firmly. “If you want the rest, I’ll give it to you later. But right now, focus on the birth.”
She exhaled slowly, her frustration tempered by the truth of my words. “Fine. She’s ready. She’s been ready, desperate to meet you… but still, she waits. The only thing she craves more than freedom is your command.”
That was the truth of Shikigami bonds. One word from me and both mother and child would obey—her body and her soul alike. If I ordered Yaten to give birth, she would. If I ordered Uigetsu to be born, she would come, smoothly and safely. Both of them waited for it, trembling on the edge.
”Come then,” Yaten said, her gaze shining with desperate hope. “Grant us your command. If it’s your voice, we’ll obey, and I’ll bring forth the life we’ve nurtured—”
I took her trembling hand in mine, my voice firm. “Yaten, bear my child. Uigetsu, come into this world!”
Her breath broke into a ragged cry, the strain clear in every line of her body. Her belly shuddered violently, as if the command itself had stirred the storm within. Pain hit her hard and fast, pulling another sharp gasp from her throat. She gripped the sacred ropes with desperate strength, pulling against them as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded.
The ropes groaned in protest, stone pillars cracking under the strain of her power. A thousand years ago, these bonds held her sealed. Now, as a mother giving everything to bring forth life, even they couldn’t contain her strength. Sweat ran down her face, her jaw clenched, every muscle taut with effort.
”It’s almost here,” I told her, my hand steady on her back. “I can see the head!”
Her body arched, her voice breaking into a muffled cry as she bore down again, every breath harsh and uneven. The chamber shook with her effort, the air vibrating with a force that was half roar, half anguish. And yet she didn’t stop—she refused to. This was her will, her choice, to bring our child into the world.
Her breaths came ragged. In, out. In, out. Her whole body trembled, but the rhythm never stopped. The baby pushed onward, twisting, straining toward the light, urged forward by Yaten’s strength and our bond.
The Sealing Seat itself echoed with her cries, sacred ground trembling as ancient stone gave way beneath the weight of life. The storm was reaching its peak, and I felt the world narrow to this moment—mother, father, and child, locked in the struggle of birth.
And then—
…the rest blurred into white heat, a roar of sound and emotion I couldn’t hold onto. The moment of emergence, too sacred and raw to put into words. My vision swam, my heart pounded, and all I could do was hold her hand and breathe with her as the storm carried us away.
And then I saw them—horns. Two sharp curves, like blades arcing out from the baby’s head, proof of the Evil Dragon’s blood. Different from Yaten’s own, another kind entirely. As if aware of their danger, the child twisted and slid carefully, sparing the mother any wound as she passed.
Her tiny hands and feet pressed forward, body curling, inch by inch moving down. Yaten’s body strained to push her out, and the child herself writhed to help, fighting through the short-but-endless passage into the world.
”The head’s almost out! Just a little more, Yaten!” I urged.
Her breath came ragged, breaking into a sharp cry as the strain wracked her body. With one last effort, her whole frame trembled, and I spread my hands to catch the newborn as she slid free.
The child landed in my palms, slick with blood and amniotic fluid, small but terrifyingly alive, already radiating the raw vitality of her heritage. The umbilical cord stretched back to Yaten, proof of their connection. And then, with a raw edge of triumph, the baby drew in her first breath and let out a cry that filled the shrine.
Even fresh into the world, she was brimming with strength. The blood of the Evil Dragon burned in her veins.
Yaten gasped, her voice hoarse. “Our… child… she’s here? She’s truly here?”
”Yes. A girl. Strong and healthy,” I said, my chest tight with awe.
Tears burst from Yaten’s golden eyes as she laughed and sobbed at once. “I did it. We did it—I bore the life we made together!”
She reached weakly, her body trembling, desperate to hold her daughter. I lowered the baby into her arms, and Yaten clutched her close with all the fierceness of a mother who had given everything.
”So small… and so precious. My child is truly beautiful.” Her voice softened, husky with wonder. “Now I understand what ‘a child is a treasure’ means. Sakuya, Uigetsu… the world’s mates all find happiness like this.”
The air around her shifted. The foul miasma that once clung to her as the Evil Dragon dissolved, replaced by nothing but pure motherly warmth. Her gaze, once sharp with malice, held only tenderness as she looked down at our newborn. She had chosen this—to be a mother, to change.
”Don’t just stare, husband,” she chided gently. “Clean her. Make our Uigetsu presentable.”
I grinned despite the tears stinging my own eyes. “Alright, Uigetsu. Daddy will clean you up.”
”Mm. She already favors you over me,” Yaten muttered, pouting even as she cradled the child. “She loves her father too much…”
”I mean, technically she’s my Shikigami,” I said, lifting the newborn carefully into my arms.
Her joy hit me like an explosion, pure and overwhelming. She reached for me with tiny fingers, gripping my clothes with startling strength, refusing to let go. Even Yaten raised her brows at the intensity of it.
”She won’t release you? Incredible…” she whispered. “That’s pure willpower.”
I coaxed her with a finger near her lips. Instantly, she latched on, sucking with all the seriousness of tasting nectar. I chuckled, using the moment to wash her clean in warm water, wiping away blood and fluid until her skin shone. She cooed and squealed happily, eyes dark like obsidian but slit-pupiled like her mother’s. Proof of both our bloodlines, fused in her tiny body.
And yet, she refused to let go of me. Even as I tried to adjust, she clambered up with shocking tenacity, gripping my clothes and hauling herself toward my face. Finally, she pressed her little arms around my cheek, clinging like she would never let me go.
”Careful, you’ll fall if you slip,” I murmured, supporting her with both hands.
Yaten reached out to help, but froze when Uigetsu tightened her grip, refusing to be moved. “She won’t even budge… it’s as if she’s sworn never to leave her father.”
We exchanged a helpless look over the infant tyrant stuck to my face. We could force her off with a command, but that was always a last resort—meant for emergencies, not moments like this.
”Then lie down, husband,” Yaten said finally. “If nothing else, you won’t fall with her clinging like that.”
So I stretched out on the mats, our daughter plastered to my cheek like a living doll. Yaten lay beside us, stroking Uigetsu’s tiny head, her expression somewhere between exasperation and maternal pride.
”Our child truly adores you,” she murmured.
”She’s a born papa’s girl,” I sighed. “Raising her is going to be… a lot.”
”More effort only makes them more precious,” Yaten replied, her golden eyes glinting with quiet mischief. “She’ll be a daughter worth raising.”
Her gaze lingered on Uigetsu with a schemer’s light, but it wasn’t the look of the Evil Dragon anymore. It was a mother’s gaze, deep and certain. Whatever plans she held, I trusted them, because when it came to our children, Yaten was true.
”…The ropes and pillars broke,” I said quietly, staring at the cracked stone.
”They held me sealed for a thousand years. And yet, in birth, they shattered like twigs,” she said, almost laughing.
”We’ll need replacements if we ever… have another.”
”There are still ropes and stones left. Twice more, at least.”
I let out a long breath, staring at the ruined shrine. My clan’s ancient bonds, shattered by childbirth. Proof that the old curse was truly breaking, that the Evil Dragon and her jailers were moving into something new—something called family.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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