Chapter 54 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ⑮
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Void Dragon is a clone of Yaten, the world-destroying evil dragon. Forged from Yaten’s miasma, Void Dragon is merely a golem, a patchwork of evil dragon essence, a hollow lifeform without a soul.
No matter how closely it mimics the original, it remains a copy—a fact that should be undeniable. Yet Yaten boldly claims Void Dragon is her very self. For Yaten, the embodiment of possessiveness, to allow anyone outside the family to join in the intimate dance with her mate is an anomaly. My questioning gaze seeks answers, and Yaten responds without hesitation.
”My husband, Void Dragon carries all my memories,” she says.
”That’s impossible,” I counter. “Miasma is just the remnants of your life force. It can’t transmit memories or emotions.”
It’s like expecting a blood transfusion to impart the donor’s memories. Even if miasma is a fragment of a soul’s vitality, it shouldn’t carry Yaten’s memories to her clone, Void Dragon. The only way would be if the miasma were infused with intense emotion, like when Yaten marked me as her mate—
”Wait…” I murmur, realization dawning. “When we left the Underground Temple, I cleansed your miasma from my body as a ritual detox.”
”Exactly,” Yaten confirms with a nod. “I used that miasma, filled with all my feelings for you, to create Void Dragon.”
”So that’s why a clone, meant to lack thought, gained a will of its own…”
The miasma, a pure force, was laced with Yaten’s emotions for me, her mate. This imbued Void Dragon’s hollow heart with Yaten’s possessive fervor, awakening a fledgling ego that sparked its rampage.
”My memories, my emotions—they birthed a young soul in Void Dragon,” Yaten explains.
”I-Inji…” Void Dragon murmurs, her voice trembling with need. “I want you… please, want me too…! A-ah… your touch… it feels so good…!”
In essence, Void Dragon is a younger Yaten. Despite her world-ending power, her spirit is fragile, childlike. Her teenage appearance belies an even younger soul, unable to rein in her longing for me, moving purely on impulse. Even now, she teeters on the edge of losing control, so I trace a gentle finger along her lips, soothing her with a tender caress.
As a perfect clone of Yaten, her sensitivities must mirror her creator’s.
At my first touch, Void Dragon quivers, overwhelmed by a rush of feeling. A light brush of my fingers captivates her, and she clings to my arm, guiding my touch to her lips. Knowing Yaten’s body so well, I understand exactly how to stir Void Dragon’s senses. My fingers glide along her delicate features, teasing her most sensitive spots, shaping her young soul to recognize the bond between us as mates.
”H-Hnn…! W-What’s this…?! It’s… so intense, Inji…!” she gasps, her voice shaking with wonder.
”One touch, and you’re his,” Yaten remarks, almost amused. “Truly, my mate captivates you.”
With a single gesture, I’ve tamed the world-ending Void Dragon, bringing her to a trembling peak. She clings to me like a lifeline, her body quivering with aftershocks, her dark hair shimmering as she gazes up at me, her golden eyes glistening with devotion.
She looks ready to offer her very heart. As I hold her, Yaten watches her other self with a mix of exasperation and fondness, clearing her throat to resume our talk.
”You understand, don’t you? A newborn soul is wild, untamed at first,” she says.
”Seeing that apocalyptic clash in the skies…” I reply, glancing upward.
”Indeed,” Yaten agrees. “An evil dragon driven by impulse to destroy the world. Even I felt death’s shadow for the first time.”
The night sky above is clear, not a cloud in sight, bathed in moonlight. The clash of two evil dragons scattered the clouds, crafting a pristine celestial dome. The starlight highlights the radiant skin of Yaten and Void Dragon, the beauty and the girl, pressed close to me. Yaten’s fingers trail gently across my skin, her touch soothing yet possessive.
”Had the fight continued, I might have been destroyed,” she admits. “But you changed that, my husband.”
”Me?” I ask, surprised.
Yaten turns to me with a small smile, her eyes gleaming with trust, reflecting only me. She rests her head against my chest, gazing up with a sigh of contentment.
”Even Void Dragon, lost in that deathly struggle, was captivated by the sight you presented,” she says.
”You mean… Sakuya and Uigetsu’s intimacy?” I ask.
”Exactly,” Yaten replies. “Even a rampaging Void Dragon, driven by instinct, was enthralled by your allure, forgetting our battle entirely.”
Void Dragon’s awakening stemmed from Yaten’s feelings for me. As the source of her emotions, my intimate moment with others naturally seized her heart, halting her clash with Yaten. The act of love, a pinnacle of our bond, was irresistible to Void Dragon, whose soul was born from Yaten’s longing. Her inherited desire for creation mirrored Yaten’s perfectly.
”I want… to make life with you, Inji… to create, to be close…” Void Dragon whispers fervently.
”A rare moment of vulnerability,” Yaten says. “I seized it, making her aware of what her soul craved.”
For Yaten, with her cunning, the young-hearted Void Dragon was easy prey. Captivated by my intimacy, she froze, and Yaten deftly drew out her deepest desires. Like seducing countless kings, taming a newborn soul was simple, especially one mirroring her own.
”Once I spoke, Void Dragon recognized her feelings for you,” Yaten says with a chuckle. “Her young heart, unable to articulate, was guided, shaped into a perfect, yearning mate—just like me.”
”Don’t you mind?” I ask. “Even if she’s your clone, she’s still separate.”
”Inji… I’m Yaten too…” Void Dragon murmurs, clinging like a frightened child.
”She’s not separate,” Yaten insists. “Born from my soul’s essence, she is me.”
Void Dragon’s fragility tugs at me. I understand Yaten’s logic—she’s a part of her—but as a clone with her memories, she’s also distinct. Her existence, born from human ego, stirs sympathy, yet this swampman dilemma isn’t easily resolved.
It’s as if I’m asked to love a perfect replica of my beloved, down to her memories, with her blessing. It’s a philosophical quandary, left to personal judgment. Hesitant to answer, I deflect to buy time.
”Sorry, Void Dragon, can you give me a moment?” I ask gently.
”Okay… I trust you’ll think of me,” she replies, her fragile smile echoing Yaten’s, stirring guilt as she clings softly.
I glance at Yaten, who seems to anticipate my hesitation, sighing softly.
”Your loyalty is one of your virtues, my husband,” she says.
”It’s not easy to accept, even if you call her yourself,” I admit.
”Fair enough,” Yaten concedes. “But your expression says there’s more on your mind.”
Her insight is uncanny, catching the unease I’d hoped to hide. Resigned, I voice my question.
”Why were you and Void Dragon so angry at first?”
The air shifts, a surge of fury radiating from both dragons. Like touching a forbidden scale, my question reignites their wrath. Their icy gazes pierce me, their voices unison.
”My husband, you embraced another, even if it was our daughter…” Yaten says.
”She took what’s mine…” Void Dragon adds, her voice sharp.
Their possessiveness, capable of ending worlds, flares. Even with our daughters, my closeness to another sparks jealousy. Yaten’s nurturing form presses against me, her curves a grounding force, her presence stirring me with an overwhelming warmth. My body responds, rising to meet her, caught in her pull.
”We must reclaim you, mark you as ours again,” Yaten murmurs.
”Don’t worry, Inji,” Void Dragon whispers. “I won’t do anything bold… just make you mine.”
With the intensity of world-ending dragons, they pour their essence into me, their miasma weaving into my soul, binding me in a dance of devotion that ensures I’ll never belong to another.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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