Chapter 37 Savoring the Last Respite Before the Sealing Dragon Festival with the Evil Dragon’s Child – Round ②!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Sakuya’s beauty, honed to perfection like a femme fatale of legend, radiated a bewitching, almost mischievous smile. Her eyes, shimmering with the brilliance of a starlit night, locked onto her father’s gaze, while her lips curved with a hint of sly intent. Clinging to me, she wielded her charm like a master, every gesture calculated to captivate.
The cherry-blossom hue of her kimono barely contained the fullness of her curves, pressing firmly against my chest as if to share the warmth of her presence. Her limbs entwined around me like a predator ensnaring its prey, our breaths mingling in the scant space between us. Those starry eyes, with slit pupils dilated by excitement, betrayed a tremor of restraint in her soft, pink lips, quivering as if struggling to hold back.
”Father… please, spoil me too,” she murmured.
Sakuya, with her long, ink-black hair that seemed to swallow light itself, had been a natural schemer since childhood, once plotting to ensnare her mother, Yaten. Unlike her sister Uigetsu, Sakuya’s spirit strongly echoed the blood of the Evil Dragon, a nature that, if misguided, could have blossomed into a seductress capable of ruining men.
Yet, thanks to careful nurturing, she had tamed that innate wickedness, balancing it with a heart that faced its own darkness. She grew into a daughter I was proud of—one who never turned malice outward, who could empathize with the wounded despite her own sadistic streak, and who wielded reason strong enough to cage her instincts. But when it came to me, her father, that ironclad restraint seemed to slip, the leash on her rationality unraveling.
”It’s not fair,” she huffed, her voice sharp with a pout. “Uigetsu always gets all your attention!”
”Fweh?!” Uigetsu squeaked from below.
Sakuya’s possessiveness—a selfish streak born of her papa-obsessed heart—flared brightly. She perched atop Uigetsu, who was still basking in the afterglow of her own moment, using her sister like a chair. Uigetsu squirmed under Sakuya’s weight, her flushed cheeks betraying her sensitivity as she glanced up at me with glistening, pleading eyes.
”Getting hugs from Father isn’t enough for her!” Sakuya complained, her tone laced with envy. “To think Uigetsu even gets kisses on her dragon horns—what an honor! How am I supposed to stay calm when she gets away with such selfishness?”
”S-Sis…!” Uigetsu gasped, her voice trembling. “I’m so sensitive right now… if you tease me like that—hyah?!”
Uigetsu’s body, still warm with lingering excitement, seemed overwhelmed, and Sakuya, not bothering to hide her jealousy, nudged her sister’s head with the soft tip of her foot. It wasn’t cruel, though—her touch was gentle, a playful expression of her frustration rather than intent to harm.
For Uigetsu, with her masochistic tendencies, this teasing was a delight, her face lighting up with a strange joy. The scene spoke volumes of their sisterly bond, yet it carried a faintly perverse, alluring air. Then, as if dismissing an obstacle, Sakuya nudged Uigetsu aside and turned back to me.
”Now it’s my turn, as the eldest daughter, to be spoiled,” she said, her voice dripping with promise. “I’ll accept… everything you offer.”
Her expression shifted, revealing a glimpse of a woman indulging in forbidden allure. Leaning close, she whispered sweet temptations in my ear, her words laced with seduction. Her upturned gaze sparkled with anticipation, as if she couldn’t wait to see how I’d indulge her.
The soft weight of her curves pressed closer, and I felt the faint outline of her excitement against my chest, a silent testament to her stirred emotions. Her body, flushed with the heat of her devotion, made it clear she saw me not just as her father, but as something more—a mate in her eyes. To soothe that fiery soul, I gently stroked her ominous black spiral horns.
”Nn…!” Sakuya gasped, her body trembling with a shudder of delight.
The horns, a symbol of an Evil Dragon’s pride, were a physical manifestation of her spirit, as sensitive as a reverse scale. Only those she truly trusted could touch them. For Sakuya, my touch was pure bliss, a sensation that melted her defenses. A light scratch of my fingertips was enough to send her spiraling into ecstasy, her body softening as she surrendered to the feeling.
”Ah… nn…!” she whimpered, her voice a faint, trembling hum.
Clinging to me, she collapsed against my chest, her breaths ragged and uneven. Despite her cunning and intellect, inherited from her Evil Dragon blood, Sakuya—barely a year old in her existence—was utterly captivated by me. A stroke of her horns sent her to the peak of joy; a gentle comb through her midnight hair calmed her heart. And when I pulled her into a tender embrace—
”Nkyu…! F-Father…!” she squeaked, her voice soft and dazed.
—she melted completely, letting out a blissful, almost silly sound. Her body went limp, relaxed in a way that showed she’d found peace in my arms, her strength to hold me back fading into serene surrender.
”Ever since you were little, you’ve loved being held like this,” I said softly.
”Yes…” she whispered. “This… this is my paradise in this world.”
Wrapped in my embrace, Sakuya found tranquility. Her racing heartbeat slowed, her body basking in the warmth of her emotions. She held me tightly, as if trying to etch this moment into eternity, her actions revealing a heart that, despite its cunning, was hopelessly devoted to her father. Unlike Uigetsu’s more primal desires, Sakuya’s love was that of a child seeking her parent’s affection—a pure, overwhelming need that filled her completely with just a hug.
”Even after the Dragon Sealing Festival ends and my shikigami bonds are released, I’ll never leave your side,” she declared.
Her voice was quiet but resolute, carrying the stubbornness she inherited from her mother, Yaten. Her limbs wrapped around me, her legs locking tightly around my waist as if I were a cherished doll she refused to let go. It was an almost childish display of affection from a beauty who could topple nations, yet her voice dripped with a thick, obsessive devotion.
”I am yours, Father, forever,” she said, her tone heavy with conviction. “Body and soul, I’ll never leave you.”
”You say that because you haven’t seen the world yet,” I teased gently. “Someday, you’ll find someone even more captivating than your old man—”
”No,” she cut in, her voice firm. “You are my everything, Father. That will never change.”
Her eyes, burning with a possessiveness so deep it seemed bottomless, held me captive. Her limbs tightened around me, slow and deliberate, like a spider weaving its web to ensure its prey couldn’t escape. Her body radiated a renewed heat, a feminine allure that stirred once more.
”When the Dragon Sealing Festival is over,” she said, her voice steady with resolve, “I’ll confess to you properly, Father.”
Her gaze, fierce with determination, never wavered, her breath mingling with mine in the scant space between us. No longer seeing me as just her father, Sakuya’s eyes glistened with a longing that marked me as her chosen one. Yet, even as her emotions surged, she maintained a composed, almost regal air. Then, in a sudden, fleeting moment, she pressed a soft, teasing kiss to my lips.
”Don’t underestimate my selfishness, Father,” she said, her voice low and daring. “I’ve loved you since before I was born.”
Her bold, defiant smile was a challenge, a declaration that she’d claim what she wanted, no matter the cost. It was a trait inherited from her mother, Yaten, and a testament to the greed of a Western dragon, evident in the dark glint of her horns. Beneath her Yamato Nadeshiko exterior lay a spark of something almost obsessive, her starry eyes darkening like the night sky itself.
”You made Mother bring me into this world,” she said, her voice a mix of accusation and promise. “So, as a man, you’ll have to take responsibility for me.”
”What a papa’s girl you’ve become, Sakuya,” I said with a wry smile.
”You can’t escape me,” she replied, a playful laugh escaping her lips. “I’m looking forward to what comes after all this.”
With a wicked, scheming grin, Sakuya clung to me, her embrace unrelenting. Like a spirit possessing its host, she held me tightly, determined to be spoiled and cherished until her papa-obsessed heart was fully satisfied, refusing to let go until she was utterly content.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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