Chapter 27 Starting a Special Bedchamber Service with the Evil Dragon!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yaten, who once embodied the beauty that could topple kingdoms, had now been reborn as a mother. Her body had changed with that role—softer, fuller, carrying a warmth that spoke not of seduction alone, but of a strength meant to nurture life itself. Where once her figure had been lean and sharp, now her curves bore a different gravity, rooted like a great tree in the earth, radiating both allure and maternal dignity.
”Husband,” she murmured, her voice tinged with playfulness, “you may bind me tighter, if you so wish.”
I tightened my grip on the rope and frowned. “Even if this is just a play, I’m not one for cruelty. This much is enough.”
”Mmm,” she said, lips curving as if in satisfaction. “So it only means you treasure me. I suppose that is not bad either.”
Still, guilt gnawed at me as I looped the coarse rope around her. With her arms drawn behind and her body subtly leaned forward, she looked like some goddess of earth and fertility—yet here she was, asking to be tied. I bound her carefully, ensuring no harm, every knot precise, every pull measured. The contradiction made my chest tight: she wanted restraint, and I—awkward master—could only obey. Even slipping the rope like a collar around her neck felt wrong, as if I could never treat her like a Pet [T/N: Pet = submissive role in SM play].
”Then let us begin,” Yaten said, her golden eyes glittering with mischief. “Scold me, torment me, attack me with words if you must.”
”You can’t be serious. Do you really think I’d do that to you?”
”Then I shall instruct you,” she said, almost prim. “You need only follow my words.”
And so it went: the so-called master, dragged along by his so-called slave. Even with the rope in my hand, I was being pulled by her will. To anyone watching, it might have looked like a perfect tableau of lord and servant. Yet the one trembling in anticipation, face flushed and heart racing, was Yaten—the Evil Dragon herself.
When I reached out and instinctively patted her head, she jerked. “Wh—what are you doing!? Do not pet me like some house animal!”
”Sorry. Treating you like a Pet… it just slipped out.”
”Not affection—torment!” she cried, cheeks blazing. “This moment, I am your slave. At least one cruel command—something sharp, teasing—do it!”
I sighed. “…Fine. Then let’s try it this way.”
Though she demanded torment, I could only manage mischief. With deliberate slowness, I leaned close, dangling my words and gestures just out of reach. Her breath caught, her golden eyes widened, and her lips parted. The ropes quivered with the tremble of her body, as though anticipation alone was enough to unmake her composure.
”H-husband… such a wicked face… I’ve never seen you like this,” she laughed breathlessly. “Perhaps I have opened a dangerous new door.”
It wasn’t sadism. More like harmless teasing. Still, when I tugged the leash sharply, guiding her close, she looked up at me with a gaze drenched in devotion. Mischief and tenderness tangled together as she followed my every cue, trembling under restraint, yet adoring every ounce of it.
Her voice cracked into gasps. “Ahh… you… are far better at training a slave than I ever imagined…!”
And with every little tug, every flicker of control, she surrendered more. Her motherly warmth transformed into something intoxicating—an Evil Dragon willingly kneeling at my side. She pressed her cheek to the rope itself, eyes half-lidded, lips curved in a smile of blissful ruin, as though her entire soul rejoiced in submission. When I stroked her head gently, her eyes burned brighter still, pupils widening in rapture, as if she could dissolve entirely under my hand. She tilted her head upward, pressing her horn against my palm with a desperate cry.
”H-husband… touch my horn… ahh…! Nothing feels as good as this…”
”You’d even give up your pride and soul for me, huh.”
”Yes…! Only you! No other man shall ever touch me so…!” Her words tumbled out, raw and trembling.
”Of course not. You’re mine. My slave, my Mate. I’ll never let you go.”
Her body shook as she laughed in ecstasy. “Ahhh… what sweet words… sweeter than any chain…”
Her golden eyes shimmered with tears and worship, the Evil Dragon undone by the human she called husband. Her pride as a dragon, her innate cruelty—all of it flipped inside out, turned into rapturous surrender. With every caress, she sank deeper into joy. The proof was plain: her expression melted, blissful and ruined, as though she had been conquered body and soul.
And perhaps, dangerously, she had.
I leaned in, pressing the final trick against her ear. “Sakuya is watching.”
Her entire body froze. “Wh—wha!? No! Our child—!? Impossible—!”
I laughed softly, loosening the ropes. “Calm down. That was a lie. Just a trick to bring you back.”
”L-lie…? Then Sakuya… is not…?”
”Of course not. I put her to bed myself.”
The effect was instant. The wild, decadent haze vanished. Her golden eyes darted in panic, her face pale. The mere thought of her daughter seeing this side of her had been enough to tear her from delirium. That was Yaten—the mother. However deep she might sink into play, her heart could never betray her children.
”You really are hopeless sometimes,” I said gently. “But that’s why you’re you.”
The ropes slipped away, and she stretched her limbs, savoring her regained freedom. Then, with a sudden gleam in her eyes, she pounced, knocking me flat onto the futon with the unstoppable speed of a dragon.
”Y-Yaten!?”
She straddled me, golden eyes blazing like suns, lips curling in a grin equal parts predatory and playful. “Playtime is over. Now, husband… brace yourself. Until my heart is satisfied, I shall not release you.”
Her tongue flicked over her lips, mischief gleaming in her expression. After so much teasing, she was ready for payback. And with that dragon’s grin, she delivered her sentence:
”Tonight, husband, we march until dawn. A death march of love—so prepare yourself! This time, it’s guaranteed to be double-digit.”
It signaled a death march until morning—in short, a death sentence from Yaten, delivered by Bedchamber Service.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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