I personally love the moment a girl pulls her panties down, but I also love watching someone put on stockings. There is something undeniably erotic about watching white stockings being pulled up the bare legs of a brown-skinned dark elf. No, really. While having a girl be naked and clingy to me is the pinnacle of happiness, I also think there is something very meaningful and pleasing to a man about a girl dressing up.
”…Master, you are looking at my legs with impure eyes.” “Impure?! Honestly, shouldn’t you be more wary of me when you’re completely naked!?” “No. Looking at me and thinking, ‘Ah, I want to thrust my cock inside her,’ is a very healthy perspective. It is your other, fetishistic gazes that are improper. They are fruitless.” As she spoke, Kei-chan pulled her stocking-clad leg inward. She is the child of someone in the Onyx Maid Corps, and also my daughter—a true problem child. How problematic? Well, despite being my daughter, she shares that troublesome Onyx Maid aspiration of “wanting to be violated by Master as a sexual-relief maid.” She continued her repeated, forceful attempts to surrender her virginity to me, and eventually, I gave in and allowed us to have sex. I use contraceptive magic, so it’s fine. For now, I haven’t crossed the worst possible line of “impregnating my own daughter.” …Much like Elenia and Frena, she seems to want to get pregnant, but I won’t hear of it. That is strictly off-limits.
Since our arrival at “Vapor Palace,” she had been almost entirely naked, but she is currently putting on clothes out of necessity. And the necessity in question is that I am sending her to the Baron’s estate for further maid training. “In the future, I don’t mind being treated as Papa’s dedicated masturbation tool.” “You mustn’t, Kei.” The Leader of the Onyx Maids admonished her in a calm tone, pushing up her large glasses. “The pride of Onyx lies in performing your duties sufficiently as a maid before readily allowing yourself to become Master’s masturbation tool. An incompetent masturbation tool is no different from a mere prostitute. If you are inferior in skill, are you prepared to be far below the professionals at Cosmos Emporium?” “That is…” “I hear Cosmos Emporium already has several of Master’s daughters. If you are to stand alongside them, you will have no grounds to demand that your vaginas be used preferentially simply because you are merely lewd. Are you alright with that?” “Ah—” That was my cue to interject. While aimlessly grabbing the Maid Leader’s exposed breasts. “Ahhn…” “I want to clear up a misunderstanding. First of all, sending Kei-chan to the Baron’s place isn’t about adding ‘value’ as a sexual-relief maid. It is for the purpose of expanding her social circles and providing legitimate vocational training. Kei-chan is likely to live much longer than I will, after all.”
Kei-chan seems to be quite well-loved within the Onyx Maid Corps, but she has little interaction with my other children or the general residents of Polka. Well, she does share a mysterious sense of solidarity with Elenia and Frena, who also surrendered their virginity to me. Since Elenia and Frena’s mothers are veteran female slaves (even Neia is treated as such now), they have been given plenty of affection and education here in Polka, and are essentially free to do whatever work they choose in the future. However, as the identity of Kei-chan’s mother within the Maid Corps has yet to be clearly revealed (though it is certain she is a woman who hasn’t been officially made a female slave), and because she shows no intention of being promoted to the special treatment enjoyed by Elenia and the others, my intention is at least to ensure she receives proper vocational training as a maid.
Pursuing a life solely as an erotic maid within the Onyx Maid Corps is highly problematic as a vision for a child’s future. I know, I know—it’s hypocritical for me, the lowest of the low, an erotic old man who just thrusts his cock into her, to be lecturing anyone on a child’s future. But regardless of that, I believe it would be wrong to fail to provide her with life skills, especially since she might live for a thousand years. Growing up in the Onyx Maid Corps is not, relatively speaking, an unhappy upbringing. In Celesta, various local customs are left unchecked… or rather, tolerated, meaning education is sometimes incredibly neglected, and some are forced into poverty from birth. However, I hope that by making friends with the Trot people, her narrow world might expand, and these extreme values might be tempered a little. Furthermore, a capable maid can find work anywhere. If she possesses the skills for cooking, laundry, and cleaning, as well as the etiquette required to work in a Trot noble’s mansion without issue, she will never go hungry. Since Kei-chan is a half-dark elf, her good looks are a guarantee. As for her age, considering I was sent away for blacksmith apprenticeship at ten, it isn’t too early. “Is it alright with Papa if the Baron does lewd things to me?” “No, first of all, being hired as a maid is not ‘lewd.’ The Baron is a pervert, but he isn’t the type of person to lay hands directly on a child under my care.” I can’t deny the possibility of her being peeked at while changing or bathing in some way, but that is more or less the reality for most women living in Polka. Above all, the current situation—where she shows her vagina to her father full-time and lets him penetrate her—is undoubtedly the more indecent part. “I intend to have provided sufficient training as a maid… Mm, ahhn♪” “Then you should go and demonstrate that to the fullest at the Baron’s estate. I’ll be proud if everyone knows that Kei-chan is a highly capable girl.”
I wrapped my arms around the Head Maid from behind, kneading her breasts while rattling off a list of excuses to send her off. Basically, I just wanted her to go out and make some friends. Ah, friends are fine, but a boyfriend is still a no-go. Well, if she suddenly showed up with one, I’d probably experience an agonizing conflict and eventually reach the limit of what I could permit. I wonder if I could handle it. Maybe I couldn’t. As a father, it’s true that I want my daughter to walk a path of genuine happiness, but whether I can tolerate her being taken by another man is a difficult question. And, to be blunt, there’s that part of me—the part of a man—that doesn’t want a girl I’ve already held in my arms to be snatched away by someone else. Since I can’t exactly act like a proper father to a daughter I only recently learned existed, that sense of possessiveness has ended up manifesting in that way. I’m the lowest of the low. But then again, that’s just human nature, isn’t it? While agonizing over these various thoughts, I thrust my cock into the Head Maid without even asking for permission. Seeing this, Kei-chan pouted slightly. “Don’t you have at least enough parental affection to bless your daughter’s first day of work with creampie, Papa?” “That is officially a type of ‘blessing’ that parents are absolutely forbidden from doing in the real world!” As the Head Maid’s voluptuous body jiggled and danced, I fired back a rebuttal to Kei-chan’s deranged values. …Later, when I tentatively suggested to Lanz, “How does the scenario of a father providing a ‘good luck’ creampie before his daughter’s first day of work sound for an erotic picture book?”, I was met with a flying kick and a lecture: “The punch is too strong; there’s a danger the readers will lose interest before they even reach the latter half. Listen, eroticism isn’t just about piling up intense scenes. If you don’t carefully build up the atmosphere, all you’ll leave behind is an impression of madness.” As a creator, it seems I am progressing steadily. At least, as a lover of erotic picture books, I am pleased.
A few days later. I visited the Baron’s estate, wondering how things were going. There are quite a few elves and cat-beastmen girls coming and going from the estate. I’ve heard rumors through them that she is “doing fine,” but as the father who sent her off, I can’t help but worry if she’s truly managing. After all, she’s only twelve. Even if people say that children that age might start working, she’s still at an age where she’s an apprentice, someone who can be entrusted with tasks but is allowed to make mistakes. Is she really doing okay? Is she getting worn out by unfamiliar social relationships…? I searched for her, feeling restless. …Perhaps because I’m not used to seeing her in anything other than a state of nudity, I had trouble finding her. I ran into Fennel along the way, so I beckoned her over and spoke in a low voice. I am, after all, visiting in secret. With elf ears, they can hear you quite clearly even if there’s a door or two between you. “What is it, Master?” “Technically, while you’re on duty, you’re ‘Master,’ as in the Baron. No, that’s not it—is Kei-chan doing okay?” “Yes. She was a bit stiff on her first day, but she is honest, so she is being well-loved. Besides, there are no other Dark Elf maids here.” “Wait, is that so?” “There are many in the Palace, but almost all of them are ‘Maids-for-your-exclusive-use’ specifically for you, Master.” “Let’s not use such vulgar language, okay? The Head Maid of Onyx has strange hobbies, so it sounds terrible when even Kei-chan starts calling herself ‘Daddy’s little onahole’.” “Rather than using strange slang, being more direct is what makes the person being called feel aroused.” “I won’t argue when the mood is right, but…” This is the Baron’s estate in broad daylight, you know? …As we were having this conversation, I failed to notice the presence behind us.
“It has been a while, Lord Smytheson.”
”!” I turned around, wondering who it was, to find a woman with black hair and a gentle aura. It was hard to tell her age. She looked young, yet she possessed the dignity of someone of a certain age. Wait, who was this again? I was about to ask Fennel for an introduction, but I managed to hold myself back and forced my brain to work, and then—ah, I remembered. I hadn’t seen her for about three years. “Mire.” “Ufufu. The effects of this spiritual spring are wonderful. To think my skin could stay this smooth even after passing thirty.”
She is always in her maid uniform whenever we meet. Furthermore, while her hair was a short bob three years ago, she has since grown it out so that it now loosely covers her back. Given that the effects of the spiritual spring have made her look rejuvenated, it’s only natural that it’s a bit hard to grasp the passage of time. Having once served as the head maid of the Neumann family—Anzelos’s family home—she… through our secret trysts on several occasions, ended up beautifully pregnant (Apple used divination magic to identify the father) and eventually divorced her original husband. I haven’t been allowed to meet the child she bore then. As for herself, after her time as head maid, she was entrusted with part of the business by Ms. Linda, making her debut as a female merchant destined to carry on the next generation of Sylphid. She had disappeared from the Neumann estate in the Royal Capital for a while.
“I thought I’d take a hot spring trip while I was here for business related to Grunge. I brought my daughter along.” “Eh, it was a girl?” “Yes. She’s adorable. Since I was a maid until a few years ago, she says she wants to be a maid when she grows up, too.” “Is that how… hereditary things become…?” “If that is what she wishes, is it not fine?”
No, I think it would be more natural to have her inherit the merchant business instead. Even Ms. Linda seems to hold her in high regard, saying, “She’s going to be a shrewd one.” …Mire, bringing her lips close to my ear…
“And, she also says she’s going to give her virginity to Papa…♪” “Wait. What are you telling me this for?” “It is all because you satisfy the women of the Neumann household so much. Lady Linda is strict with thieves and rioters, but she is the type who happily leaves the servants’ children to play in the wide gardens♪”
…Could it be she saw me having my occasional bouts of infidelity and debauchery at that mansion? No, Mire, did you know and just let it happen? What kind of parent are you? Well, I’m in no position to judge her parenting.
“Look, it’s that girl…♪” Where Mire was pointing, a young girl with hair color similar to mine was happily laughing with Kei-chan as they worked together to bring in the laundry. In a maid uniform. And, noticing me and my mother, she came running toward us, waving energetically.
“Mama!! …And, um… Master Sympson!” ”…No, you can just call me Papa, okay?” Even though it was technically our first meeting (from my side), it felt awkward being addressed with such formal honorifics by my own biological child, so I quickly asked her to call me Papa. Next to her, Kei-chan’s expression seemed somewhat brighter than usual. I wondered if meeting a kindred spirit… no, a sister, was already having a positive effect? Or so I thought.
“She says calling you ‘Papa’ is more exciting♪” “Eh, really? Then, Papa♪” “Wait, Kei-chan. That whisper was inappropriate.” And what do you mean, “Then”?
“My name is Mone! Please make me your onahole!”
“REJECTED!!!” “Eh!?” There is no way I can feel “whoo-hoo” about being told something like that by my biological daughter whom I just met. And in the middle of the day, at someone’s house, no less. However, Mone-chan looked quite genuinely shocked.
“What kind of education are you giving her, Mire!?” “I don’t know what to tell you.”
Mille shrugged. Fennel leaned down toward the two little maids with a gentle smile. “Talking about such things before it’s dark is bad manners, you know.” “Okaay.” “I see~” No, wait. That’s not the issue. Even when it’s dark, something that’s not allowed is still not allowed. “I mean, first of all—what kind of education are you giving children, telling them to ‘Please be my onahole’!!?” “Ah, I’ll take care of that part—” Kei-chan raised her hand smoothly. It was you. “Apparently, the concept of an ‘onahole’ isn’t very common in Trott. Though, it is a secretly popular product in Onyx.” “That’s not the point! How many times do I have to tell you that’s not okay to say to your father!?” “Since Mone-san’s mother and stepfather separated due to sexual incompatibility… or rather, a lack of stamina… I figured a lewd child like Mone-san could only rely on Papa’s cock.” “You’ve completely broken the hips of several maids, haven’t you!? Only Papa can do something like that, right!?” ”…Well, I’m sure there are others besides me… I think… probably…” I had no idea about the sexual prowess of men in other places, so my gaze drifted aimlessly. In distress, I looked to Mille and Fennel for help, but both only wore bewitchingly seductive smiles. “Aside from my Master, I have no knowledge of such things♪” “Since we’re here, would you mind inviting me and my daughter to that rumored ‘Sex Palace’…?♪” “It’s called Vapor Palace…”
Common sense no longer applied to these women, whose morals had completely evaporated. I was supposed to have Kei-chan reconnect me to the civilized world, but… “Papa’s cock is truly amazing. It’ll make you fly.” “It’ll make us fly…♪” “I thought this was a heartwarming scene, but you guys were just talking dirty…” “But it’s me, after all.” “I love talking about things like that too♪”
Another self-proclaimed “daughter-onahole” had been added to the count.