Chapter 33 Serving the Evil Dragon’s Heir⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I sat in the steamy bathroom, the air thick with the scent of soap and warm water, as Uigetsu stepped closer, her voice soft but brimming with intent. “Dad, I’m gonna get you all cleaned up before the bedchamber service, okay?”
She was wrapped in a towel, which was rare for her. Usually, she’d stride around in her sharp, butler-like tailcoat, rocking that boyish charm like nobody’s business.
But today? Today, she was letting her guard down, showing off the stunning figure of a breathtaking beauty. Her cheeks flushed a faint pink, like she was hyper-aware of me as a man for the first time, and that towel clung to her curves, barely hiding the allure of her body.
Her full chest pushed against the fabric, making it swell in a way that was impossible to ignore, and her eyes flicked up to meet mine, sparkling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. She clutched her arms over her chest, her legs pressed together shyly, toes curling inward—like she was trying to hold herself back from something.
But then, her voice dropped, low and fierce. “I’m washing away all of Big Sis Sakuya’s scent… and replacing it with mine.”
That shy hesitation vanished the moment she caught a whiff of Sakuya’s lingering presence on me. Uigetsu’s competitive streak flared, her eyes glinting with determination. She wasn’t about to let her big sister outdo her.
Before I could blink, she threw herself against my back as I sat in the washing area, her soft, full chest pressing hard against me. Her breath tickled my ear as she whispered, her voice carrying a playful, almost mischievous edge.
In the mirror, I caught her reflection—her boyish black hair cropped short, those sharp, blade-like horns peeking out, framing her impish grin. There was something so pure about her, like a kid caught up in a game, but also this fierce drive to outshine Sakuya. Not out of jealousy, though—no, it was more like a bright, healthy rivalry, the kind that felt almost wholesome.
Her body was toned, alive with energy, a stark contrast to Sakuya’s sultry, almost hypnotic curves. Uigetsu’s vibe was like a clear blue sky—refreshing, pure, and uniquely hers as the second daughter.
”Leave the serving to me, Dad!” she chirped, her voice bursting with confidence. “I’m your exclusive butler, and this is my specialty!”
”Since when did you become my exclusive butler?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
”Since before I was even born!” she shot back, her grin widening. “As your super-loved daughter, it’s only natural I wanna be useful to you, right?”
Uigetsu’s devotion to me ran deeper than most. For her, serving me was the ultimate joy, the peak of happiness. There was even a hint of something more intense in her—like she wanted to be pushed around, toyed with, though it never felt dark or dangerous. It was just her being the ultimate daddy’s girl, plain and simple.
”My whole existence is for you, Dad!” she declared, pressing a hand to her chest like she was swearing an oath. Her eyes locked onto mine through the mirror, burning with stubborn resolve.
That was Uigetsu—once she set her mind to something, she’d see it through, no matter what. It could be a handful, sure, but that fiery determination was part of what made her so darn charming.
”Spread your arms out, okay? Yeah, like that—ah… Dad, your sweat…” Her voice hitched, and I could practically feel her excitement spike.
She lathered up a sponge with body soap and started scrubbing me, her hands careful but eager as they moved from my fingertips up to my shoulders. But then, she got distracted. Her nose twitched, drawn to my scent like a puppy catching a whiff of something irresistible. Her eyes lit up, and she leaned closer, sniffing at my neck with this almost comical intensity. For a second, it looked like she might forget her task entirely, lost in her obsession with my smell.
”Uigetsu,” I said, trying to keep my voice stern, “finish the job before you get carried away with your hobbies.”
”Ah! Sorry!” she yelped, snapping back to reality. Her cheeks flushed deeper as she scrambled to keep washing. “It’s just… your scent, Dad, it’s got me all hooked…”
That was Uigetsu for you—completely fixated on me. Touching me, smelling me, even just hearing my voice—it was like catnip to her. She was the embodiment of devotion, and every brush of her hands against my skin made her breath hitch, her slit-pupil eyes widening with excitement.
By the time she moved from my arms to my lap, she was practically trembling with anticipation. Her gaze locked onto the bold, towering presence before her, her breath catching as the thick, musky scent hit her. She knelt there, staring, almost forgetting to breathe.
”Dad… does this mean you’re… excited for me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with hope.
”Yeah, Uigetsu,” I said, my voice low. “I’m dying to hold you right now.”
Her face lit up, a gasp escaping her. “That’s… that’s too much! I’m so happy!”
Ever since I’d crossed that line with Sakuya, something in me had snapped. I’d made a vow to myself: if my daughters wanted me, I’d give them everything, pour my entire life into loving them. There was no taboo too great, no boundary I wouldn’t cross to nurture that love. No depravity, and no madness—only the overwhelming desire to give them all the affection they craved.
I reached out, stroking Uigetsu’s head, my fingers brushing through her short black hair and grazing the sharp, sacred horns she let no one else touch. I let her see the full weight of what stood before her, unyielding and undeniable.
”As my exclusive butler,” I said, my voice teasing but firm, “how do you plan to serve me?”
”Ah… Dad’s… c**k…” she stammered, her voice trembling with awe. “I… I can—!”
A soft, warm sensation brushed against me, slightly rough but slick with heat. It was her tongue, red and eager, lapping at me like she was savoring a popsicle.
Her breath came in short, hot bursts, and the way she moved—clumsy but determined—sent a shiver through me. Her boyish face melted into something softer, almost dazed, as she let her tongue slip out, panting like a puppy lost in a treat. She didn’t stop at just one spot, her tongue tracing further, teasing and tickling with a devotion that was almost overwhelming.
Every now and then, her eyes flicked up to mine, gleaming with something like worship, fueling a hunger in me that just kept growing. When I stroked her head, she leaned into my touch, her eyes narrowing with joy, and she doubled down, serving me with even more fervor.
”Mmm… how’s that, Dad?” she murmured between licks, her voice muffled but eager. “Does it… feel good?”
”It’s amazing,” I said, my voice rough with honesty. “You’re so good at this, it’s almost too much.”
Her eyes sparkled, a soft moan escaping her. “That makes me so happy…!”
As Uigetsu sank deeper into her devotion, I kept stroking her head, grounding her in that forbidden connection. Her own hands wandered, brushing against her chest and lower, seeking to channel the overwhelming desire coursing through her.
Every touch, every breath, every movement was poured into her service, her focus narrowing until I was the only thing in her world. Her slit-pupil eyes burned with a loyalty that went straight to her soul.
”Uigetsu,” I said, my voice low, “here’s your reward. Go ahead and take it.”
”Ah…!” she gasped, her mouth opening wide to envelop me. The moment hit like a flood, overwhelming and intense.
She took as much as she could, her cheeks puffing out as she struggled to keep up, but not a single drop escaped her. She swallowed hard, her throat working to take it all, and her face wasn’t pained—it was glowing, like she was ascending to some kind of heaven.
To her, this was proof—proof that she wasn’t just my daughter but something more, a partner bound to me in a way that transcended everything else.
”It’s the source of life,” I said, my voice steady. “Next, I’ll plant it in you, Uigetsu.”
”Really…?” she breathed, her eyes wide. “You’ll put your seed in me…?”
”Not to bear fruit yet,” I said, “but I’ll make sure it’s sown deep.”
Her whole body trembled with joy. “I’m gonna have your baby someday? That’s too perfect!”
For Uigetsu, offering herself completely—body, heart, and soul—was her ultimate dream. To carry my child, to weave our lives together in the most profound way, was everything to her.
It wasn’t just about being my daughter; it was about being recognized as a woman, as a partner. To leave a legacy of love, to prove our bond through the generations—that was her deepest wish. I pulled her close, our foreheads touching, eyes closing as we shared that quiet moment.
”My kids,” she said, her voice firm with conviction, “they’re gonna be your exclusive butlers and maids, Dad.”
”If that’s what they want,” I said, smiling softly.
”They will,” she insisted, her voice ringing with certainty. “They’ll all wanna serve you, just like me.”
Her words carried a weight that was almost intimidating, her daddy’s girl spirit so fierce it felt like it could echo through generations. If her bloodline was this devoted, every child she bore would probably be just as loyal, just as obsessed. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.
”But first,” she said, her grin turning playful, “you’ve gotta plant that seed in me, right?”
”Oh, I’ll make sure of it,” I said, my voice low. “Enough to make you swell.”
She laughed, bright and carefree. “That’s a guaranteed pregnancy! I’m so excited, Dad!”
Her arms tightened around me, her eyes blazing with determination. She wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. Her lips brushed mine in a quick, pecking kiss, soft but full of intent.
”So,” she said, her boyish grin sparkling with energy, “shall we start making that baby?”
With that bright, infectious enthusiasm, Uigetsu leaned into our first real moment together, ready to dive into it with all the joy and vigor that made her so uniquely her.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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