Tark is about as hot as Polka is in the summer, even in the middle of winter. Since Polka’s temperatures are mild enough that long sleeves aren’t much of a hindrance even in summer, it’s essentially like spring or autumn in a normal climate. Because we fly in from the middle of a snowy winter, the children have to change their clothes mid-journey. The responsibility for managing that falls to several accompanying adults, starting with Neia, who also serves as Frena’s supervisor. As for me, since I spend almost my entire time from Polka onwards naked and non-stop, it doesn’t feel like “changing clothes” so much as “finally putting clothes on” once we get close to Tark. I mean, look, there are ten other people riding in the same “cabin.” Of course I’m going to be fucking non-stop. No matter how wildly I climax, if we take turns, I’m usually recovered by the time we’ve gone through five or six people. Since I’m doing back-to-back sessions while the others are only having sex every two or three hours, it’s basically an infinite loop. Of course, it’s not like we’re fucking endlessly without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but the atmosphere certainly helps, and during our waking hours, I’m almost always in a state of having someone’s cock shoved inside me. Although it gets done much faster than traveling on foot, the girls have nothing else to do but have sex, so they get bored. And thanks to various types of doping and training, I’ve reached a point where I no longer have to worry about running out of seed. …Sometimes I get a little scared, wondering where my semen is actually being supplied from, but that’s just the situation, so the journey inside the cabin is always thick with the scent of lust.
…And then. “Hey, welcome, Human. I’m glad the children look well, but—wait, hold on. Didn’t Elenia-chan just come out of your guest room? Yeah, I’m not seeing things, right? She’s gotten noticeably taller than last year, but that was Elenia-chan, wasn’t it? And if you’re riding in that massive multi-person bed of yours, and she came out of there, that means—” “Please calm down, Mr. Carlos.” “How can I calm down, you bastard?! You’ve finally gone after my own flesh and blood! From this year on, I’m not letting you near Rebecca! If I catch you breathing the same air as Rebecca, I’ll cut it off with a knife and feed it to a desert lizard so you can never breed again!” “But… Rebecca-chan is only five years old…” “She turned six last month! Celebrate it! No, wait—I can’t trust a man who can’t even feel lust for his six-year-old niece when he’s being offered the cock of his thirteen-year-old daughter!” Since Mr. Carlos looked like he was about to go insane, Nancy appeared soundlessly and silenced him with her usual neck chop. “Guh—” “Hey, it’s been half a year, Andy. Well, since you came to Cosmos Provisions once after the Summer Spirit Festival, I suppose it’s been four months since Tark?” ”…Ah, yes. It’s been a while.” Nancy grabbed the limp Mr. Carlos by the scruff of his neck, laid him on a nearby bench, and then shrugged as she watched the children enter the lodging. “It’s getting a bit cramped. How many more have you added this year?” ”…U-um… compared to last year, it’s… twenty-four?” ”…That’s not enough by my calculations from two years ago. We shall have to build an extension by next year.” My children increase every year. I don’t bring infants who might be uneasy with aerial travel, but the number of children from the Cat-Beastman Colony is increasing particularly rapidly. We’ve even had a dedicated dormitory built for my children within the Onyx estate, but even so, we can’t fit everyone, so some are staying in part of the private rooms of Diane-san’s siblings. “If necessary, we could rent an inn outside…” “That would be a loss of face for us. Do not worry, there is plenty of land, and I do not want any of the children to feel left out. Above all, I want Rebecca to be able to enjoy the night of the Spirit Festival freely with her cousins.” ”…I… I see.” Rebecca, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Carlos, is their long-awaited only daughter, so she is excessively protected by Carlos and lacks much freedom. Furthermore, truth be told, she has no other cousins near her age. Among the nearly hundred siblings of the Diane line, the only ones who have given birth in the last ten years are my sisters. Normally, Dark Elves do not give birth so frequently. However, children want someone with whom they can share a sense of childhood. That is why, for Rebecca, my children are the only ones she can play around with without reservation. “However… hmph. Andy, I am not impressed. Children cannot disobey their parents when the fact that they are being raised is used as leverage. Especially for a father, the eldest daughter is precious. I can understand the feeling of loving her, but sexual relations are—” “No, it’s… if anything, I’m the one desperately trying to stop it…” ”…?” Ele. This is what normal adult sensibility is like. No matter what, Dad is only going to end up looking like the villain. …Though, I don’t think he’ll understand that.
Now then. As planned, we arrived in the evening. The children ate a lavish buffet dinner at the party tables lined up in the garden, then played in the family splash pool before falling asleep. Mr. Carlos would casually approach the children like that, and on the day of the actual Spirit Festival, he would give a present to everyone. To my surprise, Mr. Carlos remembers every single one of these two hundred children—even those whose names I sometimes struggle to recall—despite only seeing them once a year. Their faces, their names, and even their individual preferences.
I think it’s only natural for Anemone to be drawn to someone as thoughtful as Carlos, Cosmos. And as for me, I wasn’t exactly in a position to… watch over the children.
“Alright, everyone, your attention please! The Owner is here! ♪” As Cosmos said this, she pulled me by the arm, walking down the street in front of “Cosmos Honpo.” Nearby, women working at general stores and eateries began popping their heads out in a panic and started closing up shop. “Alright, that’s it for today! We’re closed! ♪” “Wait… huh? What’s going on?” “Business reasons! ♪ We’re taking a break until the Spirit Festival, so come visit us another time! ♪” “Hey, hey! I’m still in the middle of a drink!” The drunken patrons were being ushered out one after another, casting suspicious looks at me and Cosmos, the presumed cause of the chaos. “You don’t even have to close the whole street…” “All our affiliated shops are side-hustles for our courtesans, and it wouldn’t be fair if they couldn’t join in at the main branch today! ♪” We were about to enter “Cosmos Honpo”—which was essentially a brothel—and it seemed that, depending on the situation, even customers in the middle of a session might be kicked out. I thought that sounded terrible for their reputation, but apparently, my arrival turns things into a “festival.” That’s right. I am now the “Owner.” The ruler of this pleasure district centered around this brothel… or so it goes. Well, that’s just what Cosmos says; in reality, I haven’t contributed anything to the shop, nor do I receive any of the earnings. It seems that from the moment I got Cosmos pregnant, I was treated as a de facto “husband” sharing in the assets (at least, according to Tarc law), meaning the brothel is effectively mine, and I’m free to “sample” any of the resident courtesans I want. I feel like Cosmos used that exact sales pitch when she barged into my life once, but I didn’t realize she meant it that literally. Now, I don’t need to “sample” anyone; I already have female slaves and dragons, so my lower half is never lonely. However, it seems Cosmos and her second-in-command, Lady Isabel, have been spreading the word: “If you want to go to Polka for a vacation, you’d better make a good impression on the Owner.” Consequently, whenever I come to Tarc, I end up having to entertain the courtesans here. I always maintain that if they wanted to come to Polka, I’d transport them there normally without them needing to flatter me—and most of the resident courtesans seem to understand that—but regardless, there apparently seems to be a large number of women eager to challenge me, the man with “ogre-level ejaculation, bottomless stamina, and most importantly, the technique to drive both Cosmos and Lady Isabel to climax with ease using a tricycle method.” As expected of a group of women who are all true perverts by choice.
“It’s been a long time, Owner! ♪” “Wait, Isabel, I was just here four months ago.” “If that much time has passed, it counts as a long time. Here, your ‘Isabel Coins’ for this time.” With a heavy clink, she handed me a pouch of gold coins weighted down with Isabel Coins. I wonder if these even have any meaning anymore… Well, I suppose for the courtesans, they can eventually be exchanged for a decent amount of cash. “I don’t have enough time to spend this much… Besides, I’m here with the kids to enjoy the Spirit Festival, so you know I can’t just camp out in the brothel, right?” “We’re hoping you’ll change your mind! ♪” “I feel like the Isabel I knew was much stricter about managing the brothel…” My staying here, as I just witnessed, effectively means throwing away the brothel’s potential revenue. I thought it was Isabel’s job to step in and tighten things up when this happened. “Hmm… well, even if we leave things as they are, the business isn’t particularly struggling. And the Owner does bring in money.” “I don’t bring in anything, though?” “You do! You’re helping keep the economy spinning quite vigorously along with Cosmos! ♪” ”…The S&F Foundation matter?” “Yes! ♪” What? I was wondering how that generated income and where the money was flowing, only to find out it was flowing in here too. Well, I guess since I’ve been made “Owner” without me noticing, it wouldn’t be strange if I’d become an investor without realizing it… maybe? I’m conflicted. To be honest, the money flow in that project is completely incomprehensible to me, so I’ve left the management entirely to Cosmos, Irina, and Tetes from the start. But apparently, the courtesans, unable to wait, have begun to meddle. “Ooooh, Owner! ♪ If you want to have fun with the brats, I think it’s better to just get straight to the thrusting. So, come on, let’s have a match! Hurry, hurry! ♪”
“Save the Dominas for later. It’s a huge pain for everyone to clear them out once they’ve gone completely frenzied.” “Man, come on. I think ogre discrimination is wrong.” “Owner, Owner! There are four new girls who say they want to come to Polka, so please give them a thorough ‘penetration screening’!”
As always, they were clad in outfits that could barely be called clothes—so sheer they were practically transparent—yet they beckoned me toward sex with a brightness that made me forget the nudity. For someone like me, who doesn’t care for gloomy atmospheres, they were quite delightful. But well, today… ”…Hmm. Then… for now, here.” I rattled the Isabel coins I had taken from my pouch and returned them to the lady Isabel before me. Ten coins. ”?” “Isabel-san never comes to Polka. I want to try going all out on her every once in a while.” Despite all her complaints, Isabel-san spent most of her time stuck doing behind-the-scenes work. That said, having known her for so long, I’ve come to find many of her charms, and besides… ”…Are you planning to creampie Isabel ten times?” “Hmm, well, even exactly ten times would be fine.” I leaned in, pressing my lips against her ear. “I was thinking… I’d like to try getting Isabel-san pregnant soon, too. …Is that the ‘contraception cancellation fee’?” My children… please forgive your unscrupulous father. But other than this kind of way, I simply don’t know how to show special affection in this abnormally lewd space. …And then, a mature, sultry smirk suddenly spread across Isabel-san’s baby face. “Let me tell you a little secret… For five years now, my sex with the Owner has been unprotected, full-contact style♪” “Then let’s go for ten rounds, straight up.” ”♪” Even though it was a whisper, she didn’t seem to have much intention of hiding it. Hearing our exchange, the surrounding prostitutes began to whistle and let out high-pitched squeals.
Evenings at Cosmos Main Branch pass with sheer intensity. “Evening” is an understatement; we often rage on well into the next morning. While several prostitutes are always visiting Polka for “rest and recuperation,” and they are willing to sleep with me whenever the mood strikes, the situation of being able to fuck as much as I want right inside the brothel… is strangely exhilarating. It’s like being able to brazenly bite into the merchandise while standing right in the shop. Others have suggested that I should live here for a while and live a life of “tasting” everything to my heart’s content… and I’m starting to think that might not be a bad idea. Well, though, it would certainly be a level of decadence I couldn’t even pretend to mask. Life at Vapor Palace isn’t substantially different, but since I have to manage all the local festivals and various other responsibilities, I’d like to believe my current situation is at least slightly more respectable. …Anyway, as I wandered through the streets and returned to Carlos-san’s place, I was met with a noisy scene: the children were running around the garden where the Spirit Festival party was being set up, and the dragons were helping with the construction, keeping a watchful eye to ensure the children didn’t get caught up in any “construction accidents.” The children ran around without restraint while the stage and cooking hearths were being built; it was nerve-wracking to watch, but before anyone could do anything truly dangerous, the dragons would intervene with an agility akin to teleportation. “I’d feel bad getting in their way, but maybe it would be better to just lock them all in the dormitory…” “Watching things like this is a great experience for children, Andy-kun.” “Nancy-san…” “Being overly harsh isn’t the only way. Look, even Peter-kun is helping out.” “That’s only because the maid flattered him…” “There’s nothing wrong with being motivated by praise. And from that, one can discover their own talent or enjoyment. …Peter-kun might actually have a talent for construction.” “A talent for construction, from making a hearth…?” “It’s not something just anyone can build well without thought. From what I can see, he has a good sense for selecting stones and layering them. Perhaps Diane taught him some tricks.” ”…That might be the case.”
Setting up, huh? …Come to think of it, it’s true that children are often allowed to participate in the setup for Polka’s festivals. Part of it might be a lack of manpower, but I wonder if there’s also the goal of passing down know-how or discovering new talents. …And above all, I suppose part of the fun is that everyone—adults and children alike—builds the festival together.
“Now then, come to think of it, the maids were looking for you.” ”…Ah.” “You seem to have an idea who they’re after. In that case, never mind.” Prompted by Nancy-san, I left the spot with a slightly awkward smile… and headed toward the maids.
During the year-end festivities in Talc, the children enjoy the Onyx Spirit Festival party. As for me… I head to Cosmos Trading. “We have been waiting for you, Master.” ”…I know I say this every time, but really, I have to wonder about this whole ‘Master’ thing.” “It is a matter of our hearts… please consider us the Masters of your heart.” “That feels even more sinful.”
Located on the grounds, away from the hustle and bustle of the setup, lies the private quarters for the Onyx maids. When I was led inside, the roughly twenty maids present bowed in unison, dressed in the scandalous attire of nothing but naked aprons and headpieces. …Cosmos Trading, and this very place, are my primary destinations during the Talc Spirit Festival. In fact, I am forced to spend long periods of time at these two locations every single time. Within the Onyx Maid Corps, there is a particular group that harbors the troublesome desire to “be subjected to sexual service by their Master while in maid attire.” Or rather, to my dismay, the people who belong to the majority—rather than the minority—are the ones expecting me to engage in my usual tyranny here.
“It’s true that doing lewd things to maids is romantic… but it’s also true that it’s a bit different from my specific taste of dressing my female slaves up as maids…” I approached the line of dark elf maids, gesturing with my fingers for them not to move, and began walking behind them, stroking each of their buttocks. “To think that the vast majority of Onyx maids are perverts who get pleasure from this… Carlos-san must have a hard time.” Smack. I slapped one of the maids’ buttocks with my palm, and she let out a sultry scream. “I-I am so sorry… It’s just that you are far too much of an ideal…” “I don’t recall ever becoming your master.” ”…But, by doing this… not only are you indulging our desires, but…” The head maid, her buttocks having been struck, met my eyes with a feverish gaze. “To possess a sexual appetite that does not wane even after repeatedly violating so many immodest maids… and the power to snatch us away from Onyx if the need arises… someone with such traits is truly rare…♪” ”…Theoretically, it might be possible, but I have no intention of picking a fight with Carlos-san.” Even as I said that, I thought to myself that if I ended up getting one of them pregnant, I’d probably end up finding a way to keep her. However, I have to be careful with that girl and that girl. They are, after all, my “nieces”… I began scanning the group while taking turns letting the maids perform oral service on me. There are several of Carlos-san’s younger siblings’ children—in other words, Rebecca-chan’s cousins—among them. …Though, I’ve already had sex with both of them a few times. If I end up getting them pregnant and ultimately end up putting collars on them, I truly won’t be able to argue a single word against Carlos-san.
“By the way, I assume you’re using proper contraception magic?” “Yes, of course. We have dispelled it for everyone.” “Why on earth did you think that was the correct answer!?” The head maid averted her eyes, while the other maids muttered amongst themselves. “Eh, but… isn’t being impregnated by your Master after performing your duties the true fulfillment of a maid’s calling…?” “True…” “The girls in Polka said they’re normally making babies…”
“Why do you guys live your lives being so aggressively forward? Besides, I thought I was using contraceptive magic, so I’ve been sleeping with the maids who come to Polka, you know?”
“I can’t tell because the maids usually head home after about three months… but tell me there isn’t a child already pregnant, right?”
”…”
“Is there?”
Apparently, there was. Since they aren’t from the Onyx bloodline, it’s technically fine. …No, it’s not fine. Why would you try to get pregnant in secret?
We spend almost all our time having sex, but we are granted a reprieve only on the night of the actual Spirit Festival. The S&F Foundation’s work is also carried out during the party, and as a father, I also want to see the children’s happy faces. …And.
“And now, for tonight’s main event. Please enjoy the magnificent dance of the ‘Desert Jewel Butterfly,’ Noor… Wait, Paula is performing too? Ah, well… please enjoy this mother-daughter stage!”
Before Mr. Carlos could even finish his flustered introduction, Noor and her only daughter, Paula, danced onto the stage.
“A Jewel Butterfly AND her daughter!?” “She was here!?”
The audience trembled in shock. Paula, who appeared holding hands with Noor, was dressed in a sexy outfit just like her mother’s—despite being only eight years old. However, in contrast to Noor’s sultry elegance, she performed lively steps, occasionally waving at me with both hands in an innocent manner.
“Daddy!”
”…Wait, this kid is—!” “The Onyx Stud Son-in-law!”
…Yes. That’s me. I thought I was going to shrink under the murderous glares of the men… but instead, the atmosphere turned into something like, “Well, if it’s him, it can’t be helped.” Wait, no, is that really okay with you guys?
“Ho ho, well, it is an open secret that the Master is traveling around with a dragon.” ”…I’m still intending to keep it a secret, though.” “There is enough indirect evidence to prove it. Besides, rumors of your achievements are starting to spread. They’re even being sung about in the taverns.” “Seriously?”
I really want to know. …Actually, even though his nickname is “Stud Son-in-law,” I wonder if his achievements are actually being sung about in a glorious light. It might be better for my happiness not to ask.
And Paula, ever perceptive, noticed my wandering mind.
“Daddy! Look at me! I’m gonna take my clothes off—!” “Stop that right now!”
An eight-year-old should not be drawing attention by undressing. And besides, Mom, don’t you start making gestures like you’re stripping, too. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival, after all.