Chapter 58 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ⑲
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”First, Void Dragon, you’re taking responsibility for this mess,” I say, my voice cutting through the haze.
”Me… take responsibility?” Void Dragon whimpers, her voice a dazed, breathy squeak. “Ngh, Inji-sama…!”
Watching Yaten and me in the throes of passion has left Void Dragon utterly wrecked. Her fingers trace the slick line of her honeyed mouth (sensitive core: her intimate flesh), lost in self-pleasure. She’s a mirror of a younger Yaten, her childish form indulging shamelessly. My words reach her, but the wet sounds of her stirring don’t stop—my attention only seems to egg her on. She spreads her thighs wider, flaunting her need, as if daring me to notice.
”Stop that hand! Your Master is speaking!” Yaten snaps, her voice sharp with authority.
”Ugh, but I was so close to going again…” Void Dragon pouts, her tone a petulant whine.
Yaten grabs her arm, halting the display. Void Dragon’s immature honeyed mouth glistens, ripe with desire, while her budding breasts sport cherry-pink blooms, proud and perky. Her cheeks flush crimson, breaths trembling with pent-up lust. Scolded, she slumps in surrender, her body going limp, though her eyes, glazed with desire, lock onto me, captive to her devotion. I pretend not to notice and press on.
”This chaos at the Seal Dragon Festival (fūryūsai: ancient rite to bind the dragon) harmed 2,000 dignitaries from across the globe. You need a punishment that satisfies the victims,” I say, my tone firm.
”So… what’s Inji-sama gonna do with me?” she asks, her voice soft, curious, almost hopeful.
The Branch Family’s rampage may have set this off, but Void Dragon’s attempt to end the world is undeniable. The festival’s guests demand justice, and as the culprit, she must face the consequences. Sure, Yaten and Void Dragon—two world-ending evil dragons—could crush any punishment with raw power, but that would sow seeds of future resentment.
Keep the fallout minimal. My goal is a world where my kids can thrive.
Violence doesn’t solve everything. Letting my children grow up shunned by human society isn’t an option. For Yaten to ascend as Aramitama (wild deity: a divine force of chaos) and claim the Divine Seat, we need a righteous cause. Bulldozing reason with force is a non-starter. Void Dragon, still restrained by Yaten, doesn’t resist my talk of punishment. She waits, trusting my judgment completely. So, with a heavy heart, I deliver her sentence.
”Void Dragon, I’m Sealing you in the Underground Temple,” I say, my voice steady.
”Sealing… like Yaten-san, bound in that sealing throne?” she asks, her voice quivering.
”No, not that far. It’s more like house arrest. You just won’t leave the Underground Temple.”
Her world-ending power and actions demand she never step foot outside the Underground Temple. Like Yaten, sealed by the Shiryuin Clan for a thousand years, her existence is too dangerous to roam free, yet too potent to destroy. The cover story is to lock her away, a lid on her power. In truth, she can do as she pleases within the temple’s bounds, but it’s still confinement. I’m not sure she’ll accept it.
Born from human Ego, only to be caged in the Underground Temple from the start. It’s fair to appease the world, but for her, it’s brutally unjust…
As an evil dragon’s Clone (kurōn: Miasma-forged duplicate), her Innate Nature drove her to this, only to be banished to the Underground Temple. Still, her attempt to destroy the world demands accountability. Like Frankenstein’s monster, she bears a tragic fate, yet her punishment is inevitable. Facing my verdict, Void Dragon—
”It’s fine,” she says, her voice soft but resolute. “If it helps Inji-sama build the future you want.”
”If you’re okay with it—” I start.
”—but then, I have one request,” she interrupts, her tone pleading. “Please, Inji-sama, grant it.”
”Anything you ask, I’ll do what I can,” I say, nodding. “I won’t hold back for you, Void Dragon.”
The moment I agree, Void Dragon and Yaten share a laugh, like predators eyeing a feast. Their golden eyes gleam with fierce desire, their identical, radiant smiles a perfect mirror of sisterly mischief. Yaten strokes Void Dragon’s head fondly, indulgent.
”Then I want your baby, Inji-sama,” Void Dragon declares, her voice trembling with longing.
”A baby… that’s a big step, something to be careful about,” I say, hesitant.
”Trapped forever in the Underground Temple,” she counters, her voice soft but firm. “Isn’t it natural to want a child with the man I love?”
”Master,” Yaten adds, her voice smooth, persuasive, “Void Dragon wants proof she lived in this world, a child with her beloved. To deny her that chance, locked away forever—that’s too cruel, isn’t it?”
To Yaten, Void Dragon is her, a mirror of her soul. She backs her fiercely, arguing it’s heartless to rob a being facing eternal imprisonment of a chance to leave a mark.
”I’ll love and raise that child with everything I have,” Void Dragon vows, her voice earnest.
She bows low, her childish form prostrating, dragon horns grazing the ground as if staking her dignity. Despite her Innate Nature to destroy, her desire to weave a life with the man she loves—a soul dyed with adoration and devotion—outshines her evil instincts. Her body, a budding kingdom’s most beautiful princess, holds immense power but wields none, clinging to me as her Mate, seeking connection.
”My proof of existence,” she pleads, hand on her belly. “Let me weave it with your bloodline, Inji-sama.”
Her desperate plea, so like Yaten’s, stirs my protective instincts. Her gestures, expressions, even the way her body moves unconsciously—it’s all Yaten, the Mate I love. She presses her hand to her abdomen, promising a worthy heir, driven by primal reproductive desire. Bound to me by Exorcism, her body, heart, and soul—even her mighty evil dragon bloodline—yearn to be claimed. Seeing Yaten in her entirely, I—
”Inji-sama… you’ll let me bear your child?” she gasps, eyes wide with hope.
”Only if you take full responsibility for that life,” I say firmly. “We’ll raise it together, Void Dragon.”
”Yes! Forever in the Underground Temple, I’ll bear and raise your child, Inji-sama!” she cries, voice bursting with joy.
”Then before the Sealing,” I growl, “I’ll make you carry my child.”
Her arms open wide, welcoming my bloodline’s spread. I hold her close, our bodies entwining, her youthful form merging with mine to weave a new life.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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