Chapter 50 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ⑪
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Each time my strength surged into Sakuya, my daughter, her face lit up with a wild, untamed joy. The overwhelming force of our bond pushed her to the edge, stirring her senses until she was lost in a tide of bliss. Her radiant beauty, that of the kingdom’s most enchanting princess, softened into something raw and instinctual, her soul trembling with delight in our forbidden closeness. Her body moved as if guided by a primal urge, tightening around me, seeking to draw me deeper, her lips pressing against mine in fervent, repeated kisses—her utmost effort to hold on.
”F-Father…! Father… I love you…!” she gasped, her voice breaking into a soft H-HII…! between kisses. “I love you—!”
”I love you too, Sakuya!” I urged, my voice rough with emotion. “Come on, let’s blend the Miasma [t/n: a malevolent, corrupting force tied to the evil dragon]!”
”H-Hyaa…!” she cried, her voice trembling.
Held tightly beneath me, Sakuya seemed to melt, her limbs falling limp as if overwhelmed. The rush of our connection, the peak of our father-daughter bond, left her powerless, clinging only to the warmth we shared. The ecstasy of our forbidden union was like a heavenly nectar, dissolving her thoughts entirely. Being cherished and enveloped in this way sparked a new kind of thrill in her, one that left her mind in a haze, responding only to my words, her devotion pushing her deeper into surrender.
Our kisses deepened, her breath yielding to mine effortlessly, a sign of her complete trust. Her surrender, like a vow of devotion, stirred a dark spark of satisfaction in me, urging me to hold her closer. Our bond, primal and unbreakable, shaped us into something beyond father and daughter—a connection of raw instinct. Sakuya, born as the kingdom’s most beautiful princess, was wholly mine in this moment, her cunning and brilliance offered up to me, fueling a possessive urge I fought to rein in.
If I let go, I’ll fall with Sakuya… I thought, gripping my restraint tightly. Her enchanting allure could turn me into a beast, consumed by forbidden desire…
”Please, Father… give me a child…!” she pleaded, her voice breaking with soft gasps. “A daughter… just for you, like me… a child you’ll love…!”
”Sakuya…!” I groaned, my voice straining against the tide.
The rush of our forbidden union threatened to sweep my reason away. Our breaths, our heartbeats, aligned in a perfect rhythm, our connection so seamless it felt fated. The joy we shared through this sacred act [t/n: sexual yoga, a mystical ritual blending energies] amplified, our thoughts laid bare to each other. Sakuya reveled in our bond, not as daughter but as a partner, her body urging me closer, craving what only I could give. Her enchanting presence, radiating a dangerous charm, tempted me to lose myself entirely, to fall with her into the depths of our union.
Her desire for my child, her relentless yearning, wore at the threads of my restraint. My instincts screamed to give in, and Sakuya welcomed it, her devotion unwavering. Yet I clung to reason, knowing the Miasma in my essence could birth a calamity, a seed of destruction too dangerous to unleash. For the sake of our sacred act, I had to tame the evil dragon’s corruption [t/n: the evil dragon, a world-threatening entity] within me, no matter how much Sakuya’s pleas tested my resolve.
”Even if it’s a seed of calamity, I’d cherish your child,” she whispered, her voice like a siren’s call.
”Sakuya…?” I gasped, my heart pounding.
Her words, soft as a devil’s promise, stirred me. Her limbs, once limp, tightened around me, holding me close as if to claim me. Her warmth enveloped me, pulling me deeper, her eyes locking onto mine with a desperate, heartfelt gaze. Her embrace shifted from tender to possessive, as if refusing to let me go, her words flowing as she held me tight.
”Even if the child carries an evil nature, you could guide it from birth, couldn’t you?” she said, her voice steady with conviction.
She placed a hand on her chest, a gesture of certainty. By taming a fledgling soul through Exorcism [t/n: a ritual to purify or bind spirits], binding it with devotion, a child could be shaped into a perfect daughter, just as Sakuya and Uigetsu had been. Born with the evil dragon’s blood, they had overcome their dark nature by embracing absolute love for their father, their spirits dyed with adoration. This, Sakuya claimed, was proof that even a child born of calamity could be raised right.
”With Exorcism, binding their soul with love and devotion, they’d become a daughter like me,” she said, her eyes gleaming.
”Then the child would…” I began, my voice faltering.
”Grow up like me, a daughter devoted to you,” she said with a soft laugh. “Isn’t it wonderful, Father, to have daughters across generations by your side?”
Her dreamy expression hinted at visions of a future where she and a new daughter served me together. A child born with Sakuya’s beauty and cunning, yet tamed by devotion, could never defy me, no matter how powerful. Even a seed of calamity, weak at birth, could be shaped through Exorcism and love, just as Sakuya and Uigetsu had been when they were powerless in their mother Yaten’s womb. If I guided the child from the start, it could grow into a devoted daughter, free of its dark nature.
”A daughter like me or Uigetsu… please, let me bear her,” Sakuya urged, her voice soft but resolute.
Her words melted the doubts swirling in my heart. Her warmth tightened around me, moving with a desperate rhythm, as if proving her point. She was the living example, a daughter whose love and devotion had overcome her evil nature, her every gesture radiating unwavering loyalty. Our connection, so deep it bared our souls, let me feel the truth in her words—no deception, only love.
”The moment you give me your essence, release the Exorcism binding me,” she whispered, her voice thick with longing.
”If I free you from your shikigami role, my commands won’t hold. Then you’d…” I trailed off, my heart racing.
”Yes!” she cried. “I want to bear your child!”
Chapter 50 – Wrecking the Seal Dragon Festival with the Evil Dragon! Part 11 (Continued)
Sakuya’s smile bloomed like a flower unfurling in the dawn, her eyes alight with unwavering resolve as she declared her wish to bear my child. Freed from the soul-binding chains of her shikigami role [t/n: a spiritual servant bound to a master, often in onmyoji mysticism], she now chose to bind herself to me by her own will, embracing a collar of devotion. By carrying the forbidden fruit of our bond, she sought to reshape our connection—not as father and shikigami master, but as mates, eternal and true. Her gaze held a steely determination, unyielding, and I needed to be sure.
”Are you truly set on bearing my child, Sakuya?” I asked, my voice low, searching her eyes.
”There’s no other path for me!” she replied, her voice fierce with conviction. “I want to carry your child, to birth it, and stand by your side not as a daughter, but as your mate! Please, let me be yours!”
”The child will need Exorcism and enchantment to be safe,” I said firmly. “We’ll raise her with care, bound by love.”
”Exactly what I want!” Sakuya exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “Raise her as a devoted daughter like me, and if she wishes, she can join me as your mate, a mother and daughter by your side!”
The weight of raising a daughter so devoted fell on me, her father. If Sakuya’s heart and soul were wholly mine, bound by adoration, I’d answer her love with a lifetime of care. To begin, I’d grant her deepest wish—the forbidden spark of life. I drew back, then pressed forward with intensity, aiming to touch the very core of her being.
O-OHH…! Sakuya’s cry echoed, sharp and trembling.
”I’ll make you mine, Sakuya!” I vowed, my voice thick with resolve.
”F-FI…! Father… your strength… it’s overwhelming…!” she gasped, her voice breaking into a quivering H-NII…! as waves of emotion crashed through her.
One fierce surge overwhelmed Sakuya, sending her soaring into a haze of ecstasy. Her head tilted back, her cries wordless and raw, her body trembling under the weight of my resolve. She seemed to realize, in her blissful daze, that no resistance could stand against the primal force of my desire.
”I’ll love you forever, Sakuya!” I promised, my voice fierce. “If you want, I’ll give you as many children as you can raise!”
”I’m so happy…!” she cried, her voice trembling with joy. “To be loved by you…! I want your children, as many as you’ll give…!” Her words dissolved into a sharp H-HIII…!
”Only as many as we can love and raise!” I said, my voice steady. “If I can promise that, even hundreds would be fine…!”
”Then… hundreds, thousands… I’ll bear them all…!” she gasped, her voice breaking into a desperate F-FU…!
Sakuya’s longing burned fiercely, her desire for our love’s proof growing boundless. Our primal urges resonated, amplifying each other, our hearts and bodies entwined without limit. As instinct’s loyal captives, we surrendered to raw desire, our bodies colliding with a rhythm that echoed through the air, no longer just father and daughter but mates calling each other’s names. The drive to create, to be created, pulsed with a madness that bound us, our passion unrelenting, driven by pure emotion.
”Father… give me your seed, the spark of life…!” Sakuya pleaded, her voice a desperate cry.
”Sakuya…!” I roared, pouring all my will into her.
We clung to each other, our bodies locked in a deep embrace, as if reaching into the very core of our beings. Arms wrapped tightly, hearts pressed close, we became mates in truth, our bond complete. In that moment, a surge of life rushed through me, releasing the Miasma-laden spark [t/n: a malevolent force tied to the evil dragon] into the place where life could bloom.
HMMM…! “Father’s seed… it’s filling me…!” Sakuya cried, her voice trembling with awe.
”Conceive, Sakuya!” I declared. “In this moment, I free you from your shikigami role!”
”Yes, Father…!” she gasped, her voice melting into a long AHH…!
The sensation of life taking root stirred Sakuya, her voice softening into a dreamy sigh. As her shikigami bond dissolved, conception marked the shift from servant to mate, remaking our father-daughter bond. Tears of joy glistened in her eyes as her wish came true, yet she grasped my hand, guiding it to her abdomen, where a dark, ominous aura lingered.
”If left unchecked, this child could grow into a world-ending evil,” she said softly. “Please, Father, give it your love.”
”Leave it to me,” I said. “I won’t let our child become evil. Exorcism!“
No matter how dark its nature, a newborn life is fragile, defenseless. Against the sinister aura radiating from the tiny soul, I performed the Exorcism ritual [t/n: a ritual to purify or bind spirits], binding it to ensure devotion. The first step to raising a devoted daughter was complete. Without pause, I wove an enchantment of love and adoration, embedding it into the child’s soul.
”Ngh…!” Sakuya gasped. “I can feel the child’s love for you, Father, even through me…!”
”What does the child feel?” I asked, my voice soft but intent.
”Love… so much love…!” she said, her voice trembling. “Its heart is filled with you…! It’ll absolutely adore you…!” Her words broke into a quivering HMMM…!
”It doesn’t yet understand those feelings,” I said gently. “But dyeing its soul with love is vital.”
”Yes…!” Sakuya agreed, her voice soft. “This child… will surely be a devoted daughter like me…!”
The child’s budding love for me echoed through Sakuya, her expression drunk with devotion, heightened by the enchantment’s effect. As proof of her soul’s immersion in love, the dark aura from her womb began to calm, like a babe lulled in a cradle. The tiny life, sinking into adoration for its father, was steadily becoming a devoted daughter like Sakuya.
I caressed Sakuya and the child within her, my touch gentle and loving. “The first of many…” I murmured. “But my essence still holds the root of evil.”
Through our sacred act of creation, the evil dragon’s Miasma within me had begun to quiet, yet it still roared with a fierce current. My essence remained heavy with its dark source, and this must be resolved, I thought, turning my gaze behind me—
”Ah… I want a child too… your child, Father!” a voice called.
There stood Uigetsu, dressed in her elegant butler’s garb, her beauty radiant yet untouched. Unwilling to be outdone by her sister Sakuya, who had fulfilled her wish, Uigetsu bared herself before me, her pure form glowing. With a surge of passion, she leapt toward me, ready to claim her own place in our bond.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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