Chapter 48 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ⑨
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The sky churned like it was ready to swallow the world whole. Two Evil Dragons clashed above, their roars booming like *RUMBLE!* through the earth beneath me. Dark orbs flickered and vanished, each pulse sending waves of raw power rippling across the land. The Seal Dragon Festival wasn’t just a flashy show anymore—it was deadly serious.
Every leader watching, and even the nations on the sidelines, got it: Evil Dragons weren’t myths to scare kids. They were apocalypse-bringers. No human or Youma could even think about stepping into that fight. Yet there I was, caught in this end-of-the-world storm, with Sakuya, the kingdom’s radiant princess, and her sister Uigetsu, preparing for a… sacred ritual with their father. That’s me.
”Is this really the only way to save everything?” I muttered, my voice nearly drowned by the distant *ROAR!* of dragons.
Uigetsu’s gaze was steady, almost too calm for the chaos. “To tame the Void Dragon, we must quell the Miasma. Only a sacred bond with us, bearers of the Evil Dragon’s blood, can do that.”
Sakuya’s eyes blazed with resolve. “Dad, the Miasma’s tearing you apart inside. We *have* to do this. No doubts.”
High above the frenzy of the Seal Dragon Festival, on a stage overlooking the chaos, Sakuya and Uigetsu set up a flimsy screen for privacy. Their hands moved fast, steady as they worked on my severed right arm.
In the Exorcist world, healing outshone any mortal medicine. A quick chant, a *FLASH!* of light, and my arm was whole again, like the blade had never touched it. I let out a shaky breath, relief washing over me, but the girls weren’t done—not by a long shot.
As if they’d planned it, both daughters began slipping off their robes before me, no hesitation. Their flawless skin glowed in the dim light, curves graceful like moonlight on water.
They didn’t carry their mother Yaten’s nurturing, earth-mother aura. No, Sakuya and Uigetsu had a youthful elegance, their forms lithe and perfect, like Yaten in her younger days. My heart thumped hard, my eyes glued to them.
This was about saving the world, right? A necessary rite. But the spark in their eyes, the slight part of their lips, the faint flush across their skin, and the subtle sheen of anticipation told another tale. This wasn’t just duty. Raised to adore me with every piece of their soul, this was their golden moment—not just to save their dad but to bind themselves to me in ways that defied reason.
They weren’t here only to save the world. They wanted to weave our fates together, to tie me to them forever. Their devotion—papa’s girls to the core—was a force that wouldn’t stop, even with the world crumbling.
Sakuya, the eldest, moved first, like they’d already set the order. I was flat on my back, too weak to move, and she knelt over me, her eyes shining with adoration and something deeper. Her fingers brushed me, light as a feather one moment, then firm with a bold, gentle touch the next.
”Nn—!” I stifled a groan, warmth rushing through me like a tide.
”This sacred bond blends our hearts and spirits, letting the energy flow,” Sakuya murmured, her voice a soft whisper, stirring my core. “No need to hold back, okay? Just… let it happen.”
Her words were like sweet embers, and her touch—God, her touch—moved with knowing grace, guiding and teasing as she leaned closer, her warmth melting into mine.
Her obsidian eyes, glittering like starlit pools, locked onto me, catching every flinch, every breath, like she was hunting my limits. She’d learned her mother Yaten’s ways, no question, and she wasn’t holding back.
This wasn’t just a feeling—it was a pull I couldn’t fight. If it was just desire, maybe I could’ve resisted. But Sakuya’s love, her endless devotion, flowed through every touch, and that was impossible to push away.
”I’m… so happy,” she gasped, her voice trembling with joy. “You’re letting me in, Father… aren’t you?”
My body answered before I could, surging with a fierce warmth that felt almost otherworldly. I was done, surrendering under her relentless care. Her face glowed with shock and delight, but her touch never faltered. If anything, my reaction sparked something fiercer in her. Her movements grew bolder, more urgent, like my surrender pulled her deeper into this forbidden rite.
”Since before I was born, I’ve only thought of you,” she whispered, her voice thick as she leaned in, her breath grazing my skin. “My heart, my soul… everything I am… it’s all yours, Father.”
”Sakuya, your heart’s already—” I started, but she cut me off.
”Yes! It’s *yours*!” she cried, her voice woven with devotion and something raw, untamed.
Her closeness was a storm, each moment heavy with adoration. She pressed against my arm, her warmth drawing soft sighs from her lips. Her movements claimed me, like she was marking her place, every shift sending waves of feeling that threatened to sweep us both away. Sakuya was caught—heart, mind, and soul—in her love for me, sinking deeper into the rush of our sacred bond. Seeing her, a princess radiant enough to topple kingdoms, giving herself to her father… the weight of it was overwhelming.
Her jet-black hair swayed like it could drink the light as she rose to her knees, her breath warm and expectant, ready to draw me closer.
”Through this bond, we’ll cycle the Miasma eating at you,” she said, her voice steady despite the fire in her eyes.
Even in the heat, Sakuya hadn’t forgotten the stakes. My body was drowning in a thousand years of Evil Dragon Miasma. This wasn’t just connection—it was survival. Only Sakuya and Uigetsu, born with the Evil Dragon’s blood, could do this. If we failed, the world might fall. So, with everything on the line, Sakuya poured herself into it, heart and soul, to tame the Miasma and save their mother, Yaten, who faced the Void Dragon alone.
My body was at its peak, pulsing with need. We were ready—father and daughter, on the edge of something primal, unstoppable.
”The spark of life carries the purest Miasma,” Sakuya said, her voice soft but firm. “So, even if it’s me, your daughter, don’t hold back. Let it flow into me. It must cycle—letting it slip away would ruin everything.”
”Got it,” I growled, voice rough. “I’ll pour everything into you, until it’s done.”
The goal was clear: tame the Miasma by cycling it through their spirits. Sakuya and Uigetsu, daughters of the Evil Dragon, could handle it, taking it in and returning it to me, cleansed. That cycle would let us seize the black gem fused with me, the key to mastering the rampaging Void Dragon. But we needed more than a bond. We needed a connection so deep it tied our souls, raw and fierce, like instinct taking over.
Sakuya laughed softly, a playful edge in her tone. “If we’re not careful, I might end up carrying a piece of you for real. But first… let’s join hands.”
She took my hands, lacing our fingers in the family’s “lover’s link”—a grip so tight it screamed possession, like she’d never let go. Her warmth lowered slowly, brushing against me, and then—
”I give you everything,” she whispered, her voice shaking with devotion. “Please, Father… take my heart!”
”Sakuya!” I gasped as our connection deepened, her cry carrying her whole soul. Her graceful form trembled as we joined, the intensity nearly overwhelming. She looked lost in bliss, her face glowing with a sly, triumphant spark, like a hunter who’d caught her mark.
”Let Mother try to match *this*,” she said with a wicked smile, her arms wrapping around me, holding tight. “I’m gonna make you feel how much I want you, Father. All of it.”
This was her moment, her chance to claim me fully. Every bit of her devotion, every ounce of her heart, she poured into me, determined to make me hers in this forbidden rite.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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