Chapter 85 Interlude꞉ Sinking into Slumber Amid the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline! Sakuya
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
My family, bound by the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, slept peacefully, using my body as their pillow.
From femme fatale to Young Princess, they entwined their limbs around me, their possessive desire shining even in slumber. Sakuya and Uigetsu flanked me, nestling against my arms, their heads resting with serene expressions as they sank into deep sleep.
”Ngh… Father…”
”Sakuya’s starting to ripen, huh.”
Our vow as a married couple sparked a shift in Sakuya’s heart. Beyond our parent-child bond, she now embraced her role as my wife.
The kingdom’s most beautiful princess, her sleeping face transformed, like a butterfly emerging, from a girl to a mature woman. The Bloodline’s spirit shaped her body, and declaring her as my wife before the family, bearing my child, awakened her maternal instincts.
Like fruit ripening, her body was growing fast.
Her alluring figure morphed into one suited for motherhood. Her once-sleek limbs gained lush, nurturing flesh, and her sharp, sculpted lines softened into rounded curves.
Her breasts swelled, their cherry blossom tips darkening for an infant’s ease. Her hips and lower body, robust like tree roots, radiated vitality, a majestic earth mother goddess. Within a week, without even giving birth, Sakuya’s body would fully embody motherhood, ready to bear and raise my children, fulfilling prosperity and breeding.
”I’ll bear… so many of my lord’s babies…”
”Even in sleep, the Bloodline’s breeding urge is intense.”
”Ngh… mm…!”
Combing her night-dark hair, Sakuya’s sleeping face softened with pleasure. She clung tighter to my right arm, urging me to continue, so I cradled her head, running fingers through her long locks.
”Ngh… feels good…”
Like a cat, Sakuya nuzzled my hand as I stroked her hair.
Even sinking into slumber, her Papa’s Daughter spirit held firm. Gripping my hand, she leaned in, soothed by my touch, utterly content.
Her body and mind grew fast, but a child’s heart lingered.
”You can keep spoiling your Father.”
”Spoil… lots… Father…”
Her voice faded into slumber, lulled by my touch. Holding my hand like a treasure, she used it as a pillow, her face glowing with blissful dreams.
Her steady breaths warmed my palm, her fulfilled presence—now wife yet still daughter—stirring my protective instincts. But her childlike charm, laced with the Bloodline’s fierce miasma, was likely adorable only to family.
Such a powerful, wicked, malice-filled miasma…
”What face does Sakuya show outsiders?”
I knew she couldn’t hear me, lost in sleep. Her soul carried the Bloodline’s evil nature, never shown to family, but her miasma hinted at a hidden darkness—sadistic, cruel, and malicious, yet reined in by her disciplined spirit as a Papa’s Daughter.
”They draw a clear line between family and others…”
How would Sakuya or Uigetsu react to outsiders?
Like Yaten, they’d show empathy to pregnant women or children, but strangers lacking that connection sparked unease. I hoped they’d build positive ties, but their lack of kinship with humans worried me.
As absolute strong beings, they saw humans and youma [T/N: Youma—supernatural creatures] as lesser, a fact their immense power gap reinforced. Convincing them to treat others as equals was tough—they could kill with a mere thought.
If they kept looking down on others, they might face rejection from the world.
Yaten, once a world-destroying Evil Dragon, was sealed after turning all beings against her, even drawing divine intervention.
Arrogance could choke them, so I wanted Sakuya, Uigetsu, and all our children to learn respect, however slight, for others. Yaten, understanding this as a survivor, promised to guide them in human society.
Some humans might approach for their power, so blind friendliness wasn’t the answer. It depended on how Sakuya and Uigetsu would react to the outside world.
Disrespect could lead to bloodshed, their strength making it easy to harm. Yaten and I would teach them how to navigate humans and youma, nipping persecution in the bud and preparing for their evil nature’s manifestation, ensuring the Bloodline’s prosperity on earth.
”I hope they’re kind to pregnant women and babies, at least.”
The world-destroying Bloodline was gentle with small lives, a small comfort amid their fierce nature.
Their empathy for small lives, despite their evil nature, was proof they could form bonds with humans in the outside world. If they could see the bigger picture—that all beings start as fragile lives—it might spark respect, even if not full compassion.
Stroking Sakuya’s head as she transformed from the kingdom’s most beautiful princess into a mother, her fierce miasma [T/N: Miasma—a supernatural aura of corruption] seemed distant. She slept peacefully, a slumbering princess, as I whispered to her.
”Let’s build a world where the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline can thrive, Sakuya.”
”Yes… with my lord… together…”
Her soft reply, murmured in sleep, carried a quiet resolve, binding us to shape a future for our family, where their strength and love could coexist with the world.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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