While around Basson it is still the season of debating sleeve length, Polka has already turned into a winter landscape. The coniferous forests are draped in snow, and the meadows are transformed into vast, white deserts. I look back with nostalgia, remembering how, as a child, I would sometimes cry for no reason at such a lonely sight. It was a delusion—or perhaps a fantasy—that the world had become colorless, stretching on forever and ever. In the brief window of childhood, even tomorrow feels far away. The future feels so distant that one might doubt if next year’s spring will ever truly arrive. No matter how much my parents told me, “The world will turn green again once spring comes,” that truth felt far too unreachable to believe. …When I shared this story with Unzero, he simply said, “I guess that’s what the world looks like from the countryside.” Having grown up in the city, he experiences so many different types of daily scenery that he couldn’t quite grasp the feeling of despairing over a snowy landscape. As for everyone else, they are either from places with little snow or from within the ancient barriers of forests where winter never arrives, so only Neia and Johnny could empathize. Keel, being an idiot, just ended the conversation with, “What on earth are you talking about?”
When I ask the children, they tell me they don’t understand this concept of a world “turning all white.” “If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter, and it’s just like always.” “I’m looking forward to staying in Taluk for the Spirit Festival.” “Taluk is great. I wish I could be brought to Cosmos-mama’s place soon, too.” Peter stands there, gaping at Elenia. Claudio is, as always, an angel. But still, it’s fascinating to realize that because of the dragons, their very scale of living is different from the start. By the way, it is a tradition during the Spirit Festival for all the dragons to transport the children gathered in Polka to Taluk so everyone can enjoy the Onyx party together. Once that is finished, they return immediately for Poloch’s New Year Festival. Among the children, the Taluk Spirit Festival is viewed as an excursion, while the Polka New Year Festival is like a recital. In reality, the main Onyx family is incredibly indulgent with our children. At their grand parties, they get to eat their fill of fine food, and they even receive presents and pocket money. There is no discrimination; it’s not just the children of noble blood like the descendants of Minister Ashton, but also the half-breeds—cat-beastmen and white elves—and, of course, the children of the prostitutes in Cosmos-san’s house and even Peter. When the number of children reached over a hundred, I began to worry that it might become a nuisance. However, when the great Nancy declared, “With the children looking forward to it this much, can we truly call this the feast of the greatest merchant guild among the Dark Elves?” there was no way Carlos could disagree. But please, don’t say to me every time you see my face: “If you ever lay a finger on my daughter, I’ll cut you down no matter how much Nancy scolds me!” You say it so often every single time that the children have started mimicking you. Besides, your daughter is only five; that is far too early for such talk.
The children who rarely participate in such events are the children of Tetes, due to the nature of their living situation. A pair of twins: the sister, Sonia, and the brother, Tyrus. The brother, in particular, is expected to be the next Marquis Buster and is doted upon by his grandfather, old man Eagle. “It has been a long time, Father.” “Yeah, two months.” I make regular trips to the Marquis Buster estate in Rennest to see them. Most of the other children live in Polka, and even if they don’t, they come to the Polka Academy in the winter, so I see them every day. But it doesn’t work that way with these two. Since I settled the matter through naming rights, it wouldn’t be impossible to force them to live in Polka, but even if I brought them here, I couldn’t provide them with a better life than they have there. Furthermore, while they are in Tetes, they apparently maintain a splendid noble presence as the heirs of Marquis Buster, so I feel it might be wrong to force the reality of their mother’s situation upon them. Still, I find myself wondering lately… is this way of living somewhat correct for a father? I’m not sure. After all, isn’t love the most important thing? Well, when I say “love,” I mean in my specific case. I have over 200 children. And I also spend about half my day mating in the palace. Despite my inner conflict, the siblings are growing up wise, both as nobles and as children of Tetes. “Father. I have a question today.” “What is it? And look, since you’re my child, just ask me normally without the preamble.” “Understood. Actually… the other day, I visited the Gauntlet Knights’ outpost with my mother.” Tyrus swayed his neatly trimmed hair, looking like a proper young lord, as he made a strange expression. “As soon as Grand Knight Felios saw me, he collapsed… and apparently, it was somehow my fault, so my mother and Knight Commander Belga sequestered me in a separate room. I was released after a while, though.” ”…Right.” “It seems to be related to you, Father… but asking Mother doesn’t lead to a clear answer.” ”…That is because, Tyrus. I think it’s because you take after me.” “Ha. I am often told that.” If you dressed my childhood self as a young noble, he would look exactly like Tyrus. I can say that with certainty, as Tyrus has a face that resembles mine perfectly. In this regard, it may be that the legitimate line of the Smytson family passed to Tyrus, bypassing Peter, who inherited my name. “Could it be, Father, that you also act like that when you meet Grand Knight Felios?”
”…I’ll try to do a little better next time we meet… but I think it was just the shock of seeing you like this.”
I averted my eyes. Whenever Ferios has to attend a meeting with me, he turns into “Black Ferios.” He won’t actually attack me, of course, but he wears a mask and insists he’s a completely different person. Since he’s now the head of the Gold Arms, I really wish he’d stop this eccentric behavior. Or rather, Alex (the former Lord Buster) brings it up every single time we meet, asking if something can’t be done about it. Honestly, don’t look to me for help; I’m just as at a loss.
“Sorry… it’s not your fault that we look so much alike.”
The head of the Gold Arms is a national hero. The former Lord Buster, known as the Demon King, along with the other three from my younger days, have all already retired. Yet, as new Gold Arms are being born, his combat prowess—utilizing his signature Earth Drive—and his handsome features have maintained an unshakeable popularity in Renfangas. I can’t even speak to him properly. It’s probably not a pleasant feeling for him.
”…But Mother and Sonia always tell me they’re glad I look like Father.” “Well, that’s, uh…” ”…?” “The hair… I think it’s the hair.” ”…I-I see. That’s a relief.”
The former Lord Buster’s hairline—which he once tried to regrow with magic, only to be told by the Queen that “it’s not quite right” and forced to abandon the hair transplant—has finally receded all the way to the back of his head. Even as a twelve-year-old, thinking about that lineage sends a shiver down my spine. Of course, just because our facial features are similar, I don’t know if our hair properties are the same. That part might be strictly a Buster trait. Don’t let your guard down, my son. Though, I think if you come to Polka, we can probably work something out.
Sonia doesn’t look like me at all. Her delicate, light blonde hair curls at the tips, her eyelashes are long, and her chin is slender; her refined features are exactly what one would expect from a noble lady. She has that look where she could pull off even the most excessively ornate noble attire. Strangely enough, despite being a twin with Tyrce, she doesn’t resemble Tetess either. According to Tetess, she looks like her mother instead. In stories, this is the classic setup for someone to doubt, “Is she really my child?” But since her twin brother is my spitting image, there’s no room for doubt. That said, she is beautiful enough that I can somewhat understand how Mr. Eagle could have fallen for Tetess’s mother, despite their large age gap. …And yet, perhaps because she inherited Tetess’s martial talent, her physical abilities are incredibly high.
“Papa, you came!” “Yeah, I told you I would… wait, where have you been?” “The Gauntlet Knights’ training grounds!” ”…Wasn’t that forbidden by Gramps Eagle? Because of the risk of facial injuries?” “It’s fine, it’s fine. Mama said, ‘If you go to Polka, any injury can be healed, so just go for it.’” ”…Do you really want to join the Gauntlet Knights?” “Hm, not particularly? It’s just that swordsmanship is interesting. I think I can take a point off Belga-san soon.” ”…Well, yeah. That’s impressive, but when I think about you getting a serious injury, I can see why Gramps is angry.” Belga, are you really about to lose a point to my twelve-year-old? You’re just holding back to let her get overconfident, right? …But a part of me thinks, maybe… while another part thinks, What are you thinking, saying you won’t join the Gauntlet just because you’re that strong? If she has high aspirations as a warrior, fine, but if not, I wish she’d avoid such dangerous combat training for such a beautiful daughter. It’s true that if it’s just an injury, she can be healed by going to Polka or relying on Break Core, but that’s only if it stays an injury. In a one-in-a-million chance, a training accident could be fatal. I don’t want to even imagine that.
“Besides, why is it the Gauntlet Knights once you get strong? Just fighting monsters isn’t interesting. It would definitely be faster to just have a dragon breathe on them.” “I think it’s a bit much of you, Papa, to count dragon breath that way.” I mean, it’s true that every year we eventually respond to Renfangas’s requests and assist in certain monster invasions. But because going too far affects international relations, I’ve been refraining from wiping them all out lately. However, the fact that I hold the command authority seems to have caused a significant distortion in my daughter’s perception of things.
“If I have the skill to become a Gauntlet Knight anyway, then Ace Knight is the way to go. Even foreigners can be granted it if they take the exam, right?” ”…Why is Ace Knight okay?” “Because it can be turned into a song.”
“Is that the reason?” ”…Well, I guess it’s true that you don’t hear bards making much of the Gauntlet Knights as subjects. I suppose it’s because if they just scatter monsters, there isn’t much of a story for a heroic epic.” “If we’re going to do it, I’d rather be the protagonist of a grand heroic poem, like Sieg Becker!” ”…I-I see.” “Auuu, but you know… if I become an Ace Knight, I’ll have to work for the Celesta Army. And then my dream would…” ”…Well, you could always have another dream on the side.” ”…Yeah.”
A twelve-year-old full of dreams. That is a good thing. The beautiful girl, who bore no resemblance to her parents, averted her eyes, her face flushing slightly. ”…I want to work together with Papa, just like Mama…” “Ah… uh…”
As a child’s dream, it is perfectly wholesome. Watching one’s parents, admiring them, and wishing to follow in their footsteps. As a parent, I should perhaps be moved to tears. However, for one, Tetes is currently playing the part of a highly capable noble here… meaning it’s a far cry from reality. And the reality is that we are flying around various regions, mating constantly in the “Flying Breeding Room” with me and the other female slaves, while occasionally negotiating business for the “S&F Foundation.” We have been using contraception since after we had our second child, but despite being in her thirties, Tetes—who looks like she’s in her early twenties thanks to her frequent trips to Polka—is in the prime of her womanhood, and her libido is only getting stronger. Whether it’s a good idea to encourage our daughter to aim for a future like her mother’s is… well, I’m not sure how to feel.
“Swordsmanship is interesting, and I admire heroic poems too… but, yeah. I really want to work with Mama.” ”…D-Do your best. But I’m sure you have many other talents, Sonia, truly.” I encouraged her while looking away. She is only twelve. I think it’s fine if she changes her dreams many times from here on out. In fact, I hope she does. I’m a bit hesitant to expose the truth about her father and mother to her.
“Oh. …And also.” “Yeah.” ”…Once I’ve gained enough confidence, I want to settle things with Frena of Grange.” “Settle things!?” What on earth is Frena doing? Didn’t you end up being no good with a sword? ”…When I saw her in Polka the other day, she threw a spider toy at me… and I was so shocked, I… I even wet myself.” ”…” Frena. You are seriously going to die if you don’t stop playing pranks on everyone. “I chased her with everything I had, but she managed to escape… I’m finally getting the hang of using Earth Drive, so this time, I’m going to make her apologize!” ”…For things like that, tell me or Tetes first. I’ll arrange a proper place for you two to make up.” “That won’t work! It just won’t!” The beautiful noble girl gritted her teeth in frustration. No, seriously, no matter how much I say it can be resolved in Polka, I don’t want a serious battle between daughters. But then again… if the parents step in and force a resolution, it would likely leave a grudge.
”…And so, I told her that the next time she meets Sonia, she should strike first with a sincere prostrate apology.” The “Flying Breeding Room” departed from Rennest. I waved to the children through the window, then turned back toward the interior of the room and let out a sigh. …Actually, Frena had come along this time. That was a close one.
Since they had apparently been out playing around town with Maia, there was a chance we might have bumped into each other if I wasn’t careful.
“I’m not going to grovel. It’s just weird that Sonia cries so hard over such a little prank.”
Frena turned away with a pout. …She was dressed in erotic lingerie: a wireless bra and panties without a crotch. She was still quite flat-chested, so she lacked sex appeal, but wearing such an outfit in a “sex room” was her way of competing with Elenia. That’s right. Elenia was here too, of course. Dressed almost exactly the same. And no, I didn’t instruct them to do this.
“Well, Sonia is quite fickle, so she’ll have forgotten all about it by spring♪ More importantly, Master, please bring out your cock♪”
Leading the pack, dressed in the same manner, was the current Marquess Buster, Tetess.
”…No, seriously, are you really going to let them do this? To children? This is definitely crossing the line.”
“Master, what we are about to do is not an act of conception, but mere skinship.”
“You don’t usually call using a penis for skinship ‘mere’.”
“You both confirmed your consent quite clearly, so please stop whining. You’ll make Elen-chan hate you.”
“N-no, wait a minute. First of all, regarding the fact that—”
On the way to Rennest, at Tetess’s suggestion, I had shown them plenty of full-blown sex. The logic was that if they were that interested, rather than hiding it and being indecisive, I should show them everything as it is to give them a shock… and so, I had ejaculated about four rounds into each of Tetess’s three holes. Tetess had prefaced it by saying, “This is sex between partners who love each other. It’s not something you’re supposed to do with your father, you know? If I ever had to do it with that old man Eagle, I’d make it look like I died of illness and kill him,” before she lost herself in pure ecstasy—but the two girls who watched the spectacle closely did not flinch. Setting aside the fact that Elenia already directs abnormal desires toward me, Frena was likely just trying to compete with Elenia. I had thought that I might at least be able to make her drop out of this… but I had yet to achieve that goal.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Fellatio is safe, Papa♪”
”…Seriously, the fact that a girl is touching her father’s cock is unheard of.”
I slowly offered my cock—which Tetess had managed to make erect—to my two daughters. Elenia leaned in as if to take a bite, while Frena approached with eyes wandering nervously. Tetess placed her hands behind my waist, moving my cock up and down with a rhythmic motion.
“It smells erotic, doesn’t it? The scent of Papa’s conception, after he spent so much time fucking me just a moment ago…♪”
”…U-uh…”
”…Stinks.”
What kind of situation is this, truly? Sighing, I tried to mask the slight surge of excitement I had been born with. My eldest daughter, Elenia, whom I have raised with such care. Frena, who is rebellious but a loner at heart and loves attention. My two lovely daughters were bringing their faces close to my cock, preparing to attempt fellatio. This situation was truly wrong, yet I couldn’t completely deny the strange sense of exhilaration.
”…Nn.”
And then. Elenia, who had slowly closed her eyes with hesitation, kissed the side of the glans. Seeing this, Frena’s lips trembled; her small mouth moved complexly as she struggled between wanting to say something and wanting to keep up the competition, before she looked up at me. Squeezing her eyes shut, she thrust her tongue out as if to say “here goes nothing,” and began to lick the opposite side of the glans.
”…Ugh.”
“No, seriously, if you really hate it, you can stop anytime, Futen. You don’t have to force yourself.”
”…It doesn’t taste good… R-really, why didn’t you at least put some sugar on it…?”
”…Sugar on a penis is a bit much.”
I suddenly became sobered by the realization that they are just children. However, seeing Frena’s state, Elenia smiled and began to suck the glans into her mouth, as if to claim the cock all for herself.
“Ah…!” ”♪” With only the glans held within her mouth, Elenia teased the underside of the head with her tongue. Normally, I could endure this. Tetes is skilled at fellatio, and Anzeros, Apple, the dragons, and even the prostitutes frequently challenge me to prove their superiority—reminding me that they are different from the girls who merely offer their bodies in hopes of pregnancy. But a sensation that felt like a mix of excitement and despair surged through my body: the realization that my beloved daughter had finally accepted my cock into her mouth; that she had welcomed it against her mucous membranes, knowing full well it was an act intended to make me ejaculate… A moment later, I realized that this shock had actually supplemented the physical pleasure. I tried to restrain myself, but my body was already surging toward climax. Based on nothing more than the sensation of my daughter’s lips, tongue, and palate, I was becoming pathetically undone.
“Ngh… El…!!” “Mm… ngh, nnh…!?”
I was going to ejaculate. The sensation of thick, concentrated seed rushing through my urethra was violent, and a moment later, I mercilessly blasted the fluid into my daughter’s mouth. “Ngh… ngh, nngh… n-ah, buh… nnngh…♪” Yet, Elenia welcomed that violent ejaculation straight down her throat. I never get to taste it myself, but a daughter who can suddenly swallow semen is a rare thing. Even among the prostitutes in Cosmos’s establishment, there are those who can barely manage to hold it and spit it out. But Elenia… her eyes narrowed, her throat convulsing with occasional gagging, her mouth overflowing at the corners, yet she kept her throat moving. Whether it was due to the mental shock of the sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to a masculine scent she likely had no experience with in her life, or perhaps the sheer emotion of having her wish fulfilled—she wept, her mouth becoming coated in a sticky mess of semen, yet she refused to let go of my cock. For a fleeting moment, my paternal concern vanished, replaced by the thought: What a lewd girl. After all, she is Seren’s daughter. She is Seren’s and my daughter. A part of my heart accepted that she should be lewd, and I felt a wave of self-loathing. I hurriedly pulled my cock out, trying to regain my composure. “H-hey… S-sorry, I let my guard down… Are you okay, Ele?” “Efuh… efuh, kefu… ehehe, I drank… Andy’s… cum.” ”…” Ele’s face was a mess, yet she smiled. It was a chillingly seductive look. Feeling the confidence and sense of superiority in my beloved daughter—the sense that she had “learned of men”—and the sensation of her will, which felt almost like a threat: “I have tasted your semen.” I trembled anew at the sheer scale of this immorality. And then, another daughter was desperately feasting on my lower half with a sense of desperation. “Mm… ngh, it’s really… gross… this is…!” “Frena… hey, wait…” “How can you… eat this so… hmu, ngh… churu… like it’s delicious… I can’t believe you…♪” Wait, why are you licking it so thoroughly while saying that? I couldn’t find the words. My instincts were paralyzed, bound by my daughter’s fervent oral service. Tetes smiled. ”…There’s no need to rush… we have plenty of time… until Polka♪”
That night, the daughters continued to suckle on their father’s flesh until their bellies felt full of semen. In the end, I lay there, having lost all will to think. …This is bad. This is really bad.