Frena, Neia’s daughter, can be a bit too much of a tomboy, but I don’t think she is by any means a lewd child. At least, that’s what I think. Neia herself has completely lost any resistance to sex, but she isn’t the type to seek it out herself. There is certainly no way she would engage in “sexual proselytizing” to the children. Well, I suppose normally one wouldn’t do such a thing anyway, but it happens frequently in our household. After all, the female slaves who are her mother figures live quite happily in a state of total nudity within the palace. Once children grow up enough to understand the world, they naturally cannot help but become interested in the bodies and sexuality of the opposite sex. At this stage, it’s a bit late to start using blindfolds, and it’s not as if worlds with liberal attitudes toward sex and nudity don’t exist—one need only look at the Cat-Beastman Colony or Misty Palace. Taking a cue from the wisdom of the long-lived races, who believe that one should provide choices only after ensuring proper knowledge, my policy is to teach the children from an early age about “the unique nature of our family” and various aspects of sexuality, without holding anything back. I’m not entirely confident that this will foster a conventional sense of morality, but the female slaves—who represent a rich diversity of races, classes, and nationalities—say that such things vary by social class and country, so I’ve decided to take their word for it. However, I wonder if it’s not a bad idea to avoid talking too excessively about the pleasures of sex to my daughter. Though, I suppose it is important to provide a sufficient answer to the question: “Then why do you want to get Papa’s cock deep inside you while waiting for him completely naked without a shred of shame?” Furthermore, even when teaching, I believe I should emphasize that it must be “after you’ve become an adult.” People like Marche from Cosmos Honpo or our very own Elenia are… well, special cases. …Wait, is it okay because in the old Southern Desert, girls could marry at age twelve? Is that still the current system in parts of the Elven territories? Well, what happens elsewhere is elsewhere. What happens here is here. …But with Elenia as a living example, is saying “what happens here is here” just opening a can of worms? Argh, dammit.
Anyway, lately, Frena has been strangely desperate for attention. In a sexual way. “Ere is already a lost cause, but I want to make Frena give up on it. She’s so cute; once she grows up a bit more, she’s definitely going to be popular… popular… gah!” “Why do you sound so frustrated…?” “Just imagining random men chatting up such a cute girl with lecherous grins… and imagining her responding with a certain level of enjoyment… do you know what a trial that is for a father…!!” ”…Ahaha.” Neia gave a strained, polite laugh, clearly at a loss for words. We were currently on our way back from delivering blacksmithing work in town. In Polka, where several blacksmith shops have opened up due to the growing population, I still don’t get much regular work, but there is a little. It’s not so much that my skill is lacking, but rather that I only manage to get commissions by pitching “I can do it here!” when the more accessible shops are too busy. I have a sign posted near the counter of the inn I manage, which reads: “Simpson Armory: All Forging Services Available.” Apparently, people don’t bother requesting me unless it’s a dire situation. Jeanne still helps me out as always, so the quality is reliable. I wonder if advertising “all services” is a bad move. …I just hope the female slaves aren’t indirectly sabotaging my requests because they think my being busy will reduce the frequency of sex. “If it’s that much of a shame, I think you could just go ahead and hold Frena too.” “Don’t be so dismissive, Neia. Children need a place where they can sleep in peace. If the parent who is supposed to protect that peace turns their desires toward them, there will be nowhere left to hide.” “I wonder if that’s true… I’m the type who sleeps most peacefully while being held, so I wouldn’t know.” ”…You’re a special case too, aren’t you?” It was a point that would fail to resonate with Neia, who never had a conventional parent and lived through a childhood that was far too harsh. In fact, if one looks at it objectively, saying that one sleeps best while being continuously penetrated while I am deep-seeding her might be classified as a specific fetish. “But Frena isn’t a dim-witted child… and she’s not the type to ever do something she truly dislikes, so I don’t think it’s just a sense of rivalry with Ere-chan.” “I think she just hasn’t experienced romance yet.” “When you put it that way, I think quite a few people would fall into that category… even I’m doubtful as to whether I had sex only after experiencing proper romance.” ”…Yeah. My bad.” I pushed the topic forcefully because I felt that if I left it alone, she might end up dying a dramatic death of her own accord. There. Besides, among the female slaves, there are certainly many who experienced sex before romance. The Cat-Beastman group, in particular, clearly prioritizes libido and reproduction. But if I say that’s a problem, I’ll just end up being unable to move in other ways. This is troublesome. “If she just wants to be pampered, I wish she would just say so. I suspect that because she can’t say it, she’s trying to get attention by pretending to compete with Ere… but I don’t know.” “Who knows. She is certainly someone who gets lonely.” Neia gave a soft smile.
She is adorable. As is typical for elf-types, she hasn’t aged much since the first time we met. The only difference is that her belly is large now. “As far as I’m concerned, I won’t be able to devote all my attention to Frena for a while, so it would really help if she stays completely obsessed with her daddy until the next baby is weaned.” “The idea of leaving her with her father isn’t bad, but the boundary of what you’re asking me to accept is completely broken!?” ”…Well, you know. It’s not like Seren-san, but… she is my daughter, after all.” She averted her eyes. ”…I just thought that what you like, and what you like doing in bed… well, maybe it’s in the blood.” “That’s a dangerous theory that basically implies most married couples end up engaging in incest!?”
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Well, how should I put this.It ultimately stems from the fact that a harem-style ethic—where one does not monopolize a single man—has become the accepted norm.Once that is accepted, if instances arise where the line of family is crossed, it becomes undeniably difficult to reject the idea of "next, it could be me."Because, of course, I love all my daughters, who are growing up so beautifully. And I mean that purely, without any sexual connotation.If they dive in from their side, I can't push them away.If this were a proper married couple, there would be a solid defense of "I am devoted only to my wife." I don't have that at all, so when my beloved daughter falls passionately in love with me, I lack the moves necessary to shake her off. Especially since I've already allowed Elenia to break in.“E-Even so, laying hands on a girl this young is…” “She’s already bigger than me.” “Jeanne, can you please sit down?” Whenever Jeanne, Irina, or Solis-chan show up, even the little ones tend to fall within range, so my defenses are fragile in that sense, too. “Cosmos-mama laughed and said that once she reaches this height, it wouldn’t be reckless as long as we are careful about pregnancy…♪” “That woman…!” Vapor Palace, Hot Springs Area. In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to push Frena away as she straddled me while I lay there, spreading her slender legs and pulling her small labia apart with her own hands. “Even a father would want his daughter’s ‘first time’ to be his own, right…? I know, that kind of thing…♪” “T-That is normally something you aren’t allowed to do!” ”…Then, can I just try shoving some random stick in there?” “Of course you can’t!?” “What about having some random boy from Grunge do it?” “I’ll die just imagining that.” That’s dirty, using leading questions like that. There’s no way a father would say “it’s okay.” There’s no way. I feel like Elenia said something similar to me, but did someone whisper this in her ear? …I have far too many suspects for someone who would do such a thing. “Then, Daddy is the only one who can do it…♪” “Normally, a father doesn’t accommodate his daughter’s wishes to that extent!” No, it’s not that I want to do it to my daughter. It’s just that I have this uncontrollable emotion—the absolute, helpless refusal to have her virginity taken carelessly by some cheap object or by some man whose face I’ve never even seen. Even if it’s someone I know, I still hate the idea, so it’s just helpless. “This isn’t Daddy’s wish, it’s my wish… it’s just mutual love♪” “Ugh…” Frena slowly lowered her hips. On her face, which so closely resembled Neia’s, still heavily bearing the traces of a young girl, I could see a tension pushed to the absolute limit, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. While her words sounded lewd, there must have been something within her—a process of hesitating, deciding, and cornering herself so she couldn’t turn back.
Meanwhile, the few female slaves and other women in the hot spring area watched her reckless behavior with amused smiles. Wait, shouldn’t we stop her? A father and daughter are about to have sex. Having sex with your father is normally impossible, right? “Y-you don’t have to mimic Ele like that…!” ”…Let me mimic her,” Frena muttered softly. Her tone was slightly different, causing me to flinch in fear. It felt as though I had touched upon something sensitive. Even though I’ve been with many different girls, I’ve become able to recognize the signs of an approaching wave. I wondered… was Frena— “Let me mimic her…!! Let me hug you and love you and cherish you with all my might, just like Mother or Elenia… Why am I not allowed to do that!?” “That’s because, as a father, I…” “I want you to do it to me! I want you to make me feel good, and I want to make you feel good too… If Elenia is allowed, then I should be too! To hug each other until we’re exhausted, to make each other feel good… Why can’t I just want to be happy!? I don’t want to make anyone else feel good!” “Ah, uh…” This is bad; I truly can’t argue. My daughter is directing her full devotion toward me. She is trying to offer her entire body to me, with full understanding of what this means. That alone fills my heart, and once again, I find myself unable to say anything to her specific examples. To say this is an act of procreation… well, even if it’s under the condition of proper contraception, it would be a pointless argument. After all, I already allow it with Elenia. “It’s okay, right…?” ”…Ugh.” “It’s okay, right?” ”…Y-yes.” I lose. Defeated by my daughter’s intensity, I consent to thrusting my cock into her vagina as she lowers her hips. She is truly adorable. She’s a wild filly, and she troubles me more than anyone else, but she is still the treasure of myself and Neia. And now, this daughter—like her mother, like her sister-in-law—is directing her heart toward feeling me within her female body, and making me feel her. This is the second time I have committed such an act of immorality following Elenia, but I can never get used to that sensation at the moment of entry… that feeling of destruction, that exhilaration that sits right alongside despair, as I pierce through. Ah. This is bad; it’s the same as always… I am incredibly weak when I feel this much love and immorality intertwined. “Father…♪ Look, you’re going to go in deeper, right…? Since we’ve come this far… Father, help me too… all the way to the back… Kyaah!?” “Ugh… Frena… ah!” As my beloved daughter clumsily lowered her hips bit by bit… I ejaculated profusely before I could even insert myself all the way. Before the shaft itself, an incredible pressure of ejaculation attempted to stretch her hymen wide. Her still-young, powerful vaginal pressure trapped the ejaculation, causing the depths of her vagina to swell like a chipmunk’s cheek pouch. “Ah, ahh… Father, that’s… so sudden…♪” Perhaps, along with the contraception, she had someone like Cosmos-san use magic to dull the pain. She didn’t seem to be in as much pain as I expected. However, I was unable to even breathe from the pleasure, lost in the turbulent sea of conflicting emotions—the realization that I had once again ejaculated inside another daughter’s vagina. …This is no good. I mustn’t let this become a habit… I mustn’t carve any more motives into my heart to lay hands on my daughter. Yet, while thinking this, I thrust deep into the part of the hymen expanded by the ejaculation, as if delivering a finishing blow, and immediately began the continuation. It feels good. It’s irresistible.
My beloved daughter is being driven to ecstasy. “So good… Dad, it feels so good… Me too…♪” Frena clung to me as if collapsing, her voice muffled against my chest. “Do it to me… like you did to Elenia…♪” It wasn’t an act of rivalry; she was reaching out in pure envy. My daughter panted, lost in bliss.
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“Daughters really do take after their parents, don’t they?” “They do! It can’t be helped, since we’re half-elves, after all♪” As they enjoyed a half-bath, chatting merrily, the two half-elf mothers—both possessing magnificent bellies and breasts—watched the lewd spectacle: Frena, who had lost consciousness after being filled with seed time and time again, and Elenia, who had arrived later to take over where she left off. …Is it really okay to be laughing at this? Is it alright to just dismiss this as “just because they’re half-elves”? However, having been defeated, I had nothing to say; I could do nothing but continue satisfying Elenia.