Chapter 97 Interlude꞉ The Next Generation of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Having completed the soothing ritual for the Evil Dragon’s bloodline, the family began a cleansing bath to purify their bodies. As they washed away the stains of their desires, their skin glistened with sweat like morning dew under the steamy haze.
The four wives, each bearing the title of a beauty capable of toppling nations, tenderly caressed their swollen bellies—proof of their transformation into mothers. Seated on the edge of the bathtub for a half-bath, they ensured the heat would not overwhelm the unborn children within them. The sight of these mothers and their children, proudly displaying their precious burdens to their mate, was a breathtaking spectacle.
”Master, behold the child within my womb, the proof of your conquest,” Yaten said, her voice steady and warm.
Her body, as fertile as an earth mother goddess, radiated an aura of nurturing strength. Yaten opened her arms, inviting her mate to draw near.
Her expression, brimming with maternal warmth, sought to share the miracle of the life they had created together. At her urging, he pressed his ear gently against her rounded belly, feeling its soft warmth and the faint pulse of life within. The rhythmic stirrings of the unborn child sparked a protective instinct deep in his heart.
”This little one must be strong and lively, right?” he murmured.
”Lively is an understatement,” Yaten replied with a soft laugh. “My stomach is practically a battlefield.”
The unborn child, sensing its father’s presence, thrashed with excitement.
Yaten’s swollen belly rippled and bulged as if an alien force stirred within, tiny limbs pressing against the womb with such vigor they seemed to echo thunder. When Sakuya had been pregnant, such movements would have brought cries of pain, but for Yaten, now a mother, the sensation was different.
”Knowing this is our beloved child’s strength, I embrace even this pain with joy,” she said.
The fierce kicks, strong enough to tear through from within, were no more than a loving ache to Yaten.
The child, heir to the Evil Dragon’s blood, carried a force that could shake the heavens, yet Yaten’s boundless motherhood enveloped it entirely. The vibrant movements, a testament to the child’s life, transformed any pain into a celebration of existence.
”Father, please watch over this forbidden life we’ve woven together,” Sakuya said, her voice soft yet commanding.
Her body, sculpted with the balanced beauty of an ancient Greek statue, seemed to pulse with primal vitality, amplified by the life swelling within her. Her long, jet-black hair, damp from the steam, shimmered like a raven’s wing under the light, each strand gleaming like stars in a night sky.
Holding her pregnant belly as if presenting a sacred offering, Sakuya gazed at her mate with a seductive intensity, inviting him to savor the taboo fruit of their bond. The overwhelming presence of her swollen belly captivated him, and he pressed his forehead against it, feeling the vibrant life within.
”Your child is quietly sensing you,” he said, his voice low with awe.
Sakuya smiled.
”To cherish this moment with you, the little one is focusing every ounce of its being. Just moments ago, it was kicking fiercely, but now it’s completely enthralled by you.”
A gentle touch, like a small forehead brushing against his, radiated from her womb. The unborn child seemed to savor this fleeting connection with its father, wholly captivated by his presence.
Even through layers of flesh, it moved its tiny limbs, pressing closer as if to send kisses from within, its heartbeat echoing with a longing that burned like a thousand-year love. Sakuya, watching the child so devoted to its father, smiled with tender affection.
”Don’t go falling for romance too soon, little one,” she teased. “I’ll teach you the true joys of being Papa’s daughter when the time comes.”
As if heeding her words, the child gave a playful kick, its movements almost a nod of agreement. The intelligence it inherited from its mother shone through, sparking curiosity about the bright future awaiting such a clever daughter.
”My turn, Father!” Uigetsu chimed in, her voice brimming with excitement. “Come check out our cute baby’s situation!”
Her androgynous beauty, sharp and radiant like the sun, carried a challenging edge. With a proud puff of her chest, she emphasized the fullness of her breasts, heavy with the nurturing essence of motherhood.
The weight of the milk within caused them to sag slightly, and droplets of white nectar glistened as they spilled from the dark fruits of her fertility. Placing his head gently against her jewel-like belly, he listened closely to the pure presence of the unborn child, an heir to the Evil Dragon’s blood yet radiating a serene clarity.
”I can feel its gaze,” he said. “Even from the womb, it’s watching me with the eyes of an Evil Dragon.”
Uigetsu laughed, her voice bright. “It’s so excited to see you up close!
My baby’s heart is racing, but it’s too shy to show how much it loves you—oh, hey, easy there! Don’t go punching Mommy’s stomach like that!”
The child, as if caught out by its mother’s words, responded with a gentle nudge rather than a forceful kick.
Its movements were soft, almost considerate, revealing a kind heart even at this early stage. Unlike the raw, destructive instincts of the Evil Dragon’s bloodline, this child seemed untouched by greed or malice.
”It carries the Evil Dragon’s blood, but its presence is so pure,” he remarked.
Uigetsu nodded. “Maybe in a loving environment, even the Evil Dragon’s instincts can be tamed.”
”Exactly,” she continued. “With all the love we pour in, even the darkness in their blood gets purified.”
”The lessons of devotion we’ve taught have worked wonders,” he added.
Uigetsu grinned.
”Our babies, bathed in love, have softened the miasma of the Evil Dragon’s bloodline. So we’ve got to keep up the Papa’s daughter education—full force!”
Every child of the Evil Dragon’s bloodline, steeped in love and devotion, bore a soul cleansed of its inherited darkness, wholly surrendered to the bond with their father.
The proof of their innate evil nature, once so potent in the Evil Dragon’s bloodline, had softened under the overwhelming love and fulfillment bestowed by their father.
With each passing generation, the instincts of the harem seemed to quiet, tamed by devotion. The realization that even the malice capable of destroying worlds could be dissolved by an abundance of love painted a hopeful future for the prosperity and legacy of the Evil Dragon’s bloodline.
”Still, as a mother, it feels a bit lonely to think they’ll become something so different from the Evil Dragon,” Uigetsu said, her voice tinged with wistfulness.
”Even if they manifest the pure blood of a sacred dragon, they’ll still be our children, carrying our blood,” he reassured her.
For Uigetsu, the fading of the Evil Dragon’s dark essence felt like a widening gap in the mother-daughter bond. She had been born with an instinct to sow malice and harm, an innate nature starkly different from the unborn child within her, who seemed destined for purity.
While she rejoiced in her child’s blessed essence, her heart harbored a quiet complexity. If the child manifested the sacred blood of a dragon, a divide would grow between them—a mother of the Evil Dragon and a daughter of divine lineage. Yet, Uigetsu welcomed the idea that her child would be embraced by the world.
”The most important thing is their happiness,” she said with resolve. “As a mother, I’ll show the strength to accept this.”
”Exactly,” he agreed. “They’ll just grow up to be pure, noble children—”
”—but they’ll never forget they’re Papa’s daughters,” Uigetsu interrupted, her voice firm. “No matter how different their essence becomes, the bond of being Papa’s daughters ties us mothers and daughters together, absolutely.”
”Even if their instincts and nature differ, the mother-daughter relationship as Papa’s daughters remains unshaken,” he said, nodding.
”With that alone, this child and I are practically soulmates!” Uigetsu declared with unshakable confidence.
No matter how distinct their natures might become, the absolute bond of being Papa’s daughters held firm.
The shared devotion to their father wove an unbreakable thread between Uigetsu and her unborn child, both wholly dyed in the colors of Papa’s daughter. Nothing could sever that connection.
”And, you know,” Uigetsu added with a playful glint in her eye, “the sacred dragon’s blood might be stirring in someone unexpected.”
”Master Inji,” a soft voice called, “please, come see how our child is doing.”
The quiet plea came from the fourth wife, her tone gentle yet carrying a weight of anticipation. Her presence, serene and unassuming, seemed to glow with a hidden strength, as if the sacred dragon’s blood already coursed through the life she carried.
She cradled her belly with care, her eyes reflecting both pride and a quiet reverence for the miracle within. As he approached, drawn by her voice, he felt the air shift—a subtle promise of something divine nestled within the legacy of the Evil Dragon’s bloodline.
Please bookmark this series and rate ☆☆☆☆☆ on here!
Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
Thanks for reading.
Leave a Reply