Around Basson, they were still debating sleeve lengths, but in Polka, winter had already arrived. The coniferous forests clung to snow, and the grasslands transformed into pure white deserts.
I remember crying as a child at how lonely the sight was—though now I realize it was just a childish misunderstanding, a fantasy that the world had become colorless, endlessly so. Back then, even tomorrow felt far away. The idea of next spring seemed so distant that I doubted it would ever come.
Even after my parents told me that spring would return and the world would be green again, it always felt like an eternity away.
…When I mentioned this to Anzelos, he just said, “So that’s how the world looks from the countryside.” Being raised in the city, he saw so many different things every day that he couldn’t understand why I was so despondent about the snow. Everyone else came from places with little snow or even ancient forest barriers where winter never came, so only Neia and Johnny could relate. Kiel just said, “Huh?” because he’s an idiot.
When I asked the kids, they didn’t even understand my worldview of “the world turning completely white."
"If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter—it’s always the same there."
"I’m looking forward to staying at Taruk for the Spirit Festival!"
"Nice, Taruk. I wish I could get into Cosmos Mom’s place soon.”
Peter got a blank stare from Elenia. Claudius was, as always, an angel. But still, it’s interesting how different the scale of life is when you have dragons from the start.
By the way, it’s customary during the Spirit Festival for all the dragons to gather the kids in Polka and take them to Taruk, where everyone enjoys a party with Onyx. After that, they immediately return to Polka for the New Year’s festival.
For the kids, Taruk’s Spirit Festival is like a vacation, while Polka’s New Year’s festival is like a showcase… or something like that.
Onix’s family is ridiculously indulgent toward our children. They throw lavish parties where they eat all the food they want and give them presents and allowance. It doesn’t matter if they’re descendants of Minister Ashton, catfolk, white elf half-breeds, or even Cosmos’s… well, let’s just say they don’t discriminate against Peter either.
I was starting to think it would become a nuisance when we had over a hundred kids, but Great Nancy said, “If we skimp when the children are so excited, can we really call it a feast worthy of the Dark Elf Merchant Guild?” Carlos wouldn’t dare object after that.
But please, every time you see me, don’t say, “If you lay a hand on my daughter, I’ll chop off your balls even if Nancy gets mad!” The kids are mimicking you because you say it so often. And your daughter’s only five—way too early for that.
As for kids who don’t participate much in these events, it’s mostly due to where they live, like Tethes’ children.
The twins are Sonia, the older sister, and Tirus, the younger brother. The younger one is especially expected to be the next Buster Marquis, and his grandfather, Eagle the Elder, dotes on him.
“Long time no see, Father."
"Yeah, two months.”
I regularly visit the Buster Marquis’s estate in Rennest to see the siblings. Most of the other kids live in Polka, and even if it’s winter, they come to Polka Academy every day. But these twins are different.
Eagle the Elder struck a deal for naming rights, so I could force them to come to Polka if I wanted, but even then, I can’t give them a better life than the noble one they have here. And Tethes seems to be showing off his splendid social graces as Buster Marquis whenever he’s here, so I don’t want to force my wife’s truth on the children too much.
But… is this kind of life right for a father? I wonder…
Maybe what matters most is affection. Well, in my case… I have over two hundred kids. Plus, I spend half the day breeding in the palace.
Despite my worries, the siblings are growing up smartly, like nobles, and like Tethes’ children.
“Father. I have a question."
"What is it? And since you’re my child, just ask without the preamble."
"Yes, Father. Actually… the other day, Mother and I visited the Gantlet Knights’ barracks, and…”
Tirus shook his neatly trimmed hair, making a strange face.
”Sir Felios, the Grand Knight Commander, collapsed as soon as he saw me… and it seems it was my fault, so Mother and Sir Belga, the Knight Commander, isolated me in another room. After a while, I was released."
"…Yeah."
"It seems to be related to you, Father… but when I asked Mother, she wasn’t very helpful.”
”…That’s, Tirus. I think it’s because you look like me.”
“Yeah. People say that a lot.”
If you dressed a kid from my childhood in nobleman drag, he’d be Tirus. I can say with absolute certainty that Tirus has my face.
In this regard, even putting aside Peter who inherited the name, the legitimate heir of the Smythson family might just be Tirus.
“Could it be that Father also acts like that when meeting Grand Knight Felios?”
”…When I meet him, I try a little harder… but maybe it’s because you caught me off guard.”
I avert my eyes. When Felios has to sit with me, he goes full Black Felios. He doesn’t actually attack, but he puts on a mask and insists he’s a completely different person.
He’s the Grand Arm now, so I wish he’d stop acting out. Or rather, Sir Alex (former Grand Knight) keeps asking if something can’t be done about it every time they meet. It’s not like I can help him, really.
“Sorry… it’s not your fault you look like me.”
Being the Grand Arm is being a national hero.
The former Grand Knight who was called a demon, and the other three from my younger days, have all retired, but with new Grand Arms constantly emerging, his unchanging Earth Drive-powered combat ability and handsome looks still make him wildly popular in Renfanga.
And I barely talk to him. He can’t be happy about that.
”…But Mother and Sonia always say they’re glad my face resembles Father’s.”
“Well, that’s…”
”…?”
“The hair… I think.”
”…Y-yes, that’s true. That’s a relief.”
The former Grand Knight once tried growing it back with magic, but the Queen said it “didn’t look right,” so he gave up on the transplant. His hairline has finally receded all the way to the back of his head.
Considering that bloodline, even a 12-year-old would be terrified.
Of course, just because our faces are similar doesn’t mean my hair texture is the same. That part could still be from the Buster family.
Don’t let your guard down, son. If you come to Polka, I’m sure something can be done.
Sonia doesn’t look like me at all.
Her delicate, light blonde hair curls at the ends, her eyelashes are long, her jaw is slender, and her features are perfectly sculpted – she looks exactly like a noble lady. She’d look good in any of those overly ornate noble outfits.
It’s strange, but even though Tirus and she are twins, she doesn’t resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks like their mother, though.
In stories, this is usually the moment when someone doubts whether they’re really your child, but since my twin brother looks exactly like me, there’s no doubt.
Still, even with the age difference, I can kind of understand why Eagle went after Tetes’ mother – she’s a real beauty.
…And yet, she inherited Tetes’ talent for martial arts, because her physical abilities are ridiculously high.
“Dad, you were here.”
“Yeah, I said I’d come… but where were you?”
“At the Gauntlet Knights’ training grounds!”
”…Isn’t that forbidden by Grandpa Eagle? Because of the risk of facial injuries?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Mom says, ‘If you go to Polka, any injury can be healed, so just do it.’”
”…Do you want to join the Gauntlet Knights?”
“Well, not really? I just think swordsmanship is interesting. And I’m almost at a point where I can take a hit from Belga-san.”
”…Yeah, well. It’s amazing, but if you get seriously injured, Grandpa will be furious.”
“Belga, are you seriously saying my twelve-year-old is about to take one from you? You’re just holding back and letting her get cocky, right?”
…But then, maybe… No, wait, if she’s not that strong, what’s the point of going to Gantlet anyway? Unless she has some high-minded warrior ideals, I don’t want my pretty daughter risking her life in dangerous combat training.
Sure, if she gets injured, we can just send her to Polka or rely on Break Core to heal her. But that’s only if it is an injury. There’s always a chance of a fatal accident during training. I really don’t want to imagine that.
“Besides, why does getting stronger mean joining the Gantlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn’t that interesting. If you want to get somewhere fast, just ask a dragon to breathe fire on them.”
“I think you’re counting dragon breaths a little too literally, honey.”
Well, yeah, we still end up responding to Renfangas’s requests and helping with the monster incursions every year.
But if we overdo it, it messes with international relations. So lately, we’ve been holding back. Still, the fact that I have the authority to call off the whole thing has probably warped her perception of things quite a bit.
“If you’re going to be good enough for Gantlet, you should definitely go for Ace Knight. Foreigners can take the exam and get it too, right?”
”…Why is Ace Knight so much better?”
“You get a song written about you!”
…Is that really the reason?
…Well, yeah, I guess you don’t hear many bards singing about Gantlet Knights. Probably because just mowing down monsters doesn’t make for very interesting heroic tales.
“If you’re going to do it, you should aim to be the main character in a beautiful hero’s song, like Sieg Becker!”
”…O-okay.”
“Auuu, but… If you become an Ace Knight, you have to work for the Celesta military, right? And then my dream…”
”…Wait, you have other dreams too?”
”…Yeah.”
A twelve-year-old full of dreams. That’s a good thing.
The beautiful girl, who doesn’t look like either of her parents at all, blushes slightly and looks away.
”…I want to work with Dad like Mom does… but…”
“Ah… well…”
It’s a very healthy dream for a child. Seeing their parents, admiring them, wanting to do the same job.
As parents, we might be moved to tears.
But first, Tetes is playing the role of a capable nobleman pretty convincingly here… which means her reality is different.
And that reality is that she’s out and about with me and the other female slaves, having sex like crazy in our “flying fuck palace,” while occasionally negotiating business for the “S&F Foundation.”
We’re using protection now that we’ve had two kids, but Tetes, who looks like she’s barely twenty thanks to all the Polka, is in her prime as a woman and her libido is stronger than ever.
The thought of my daughter wanting to be like that mother in the future… I don’t know if I should encourage it or not.
“Jujutsu is interesting, and I admire hero’s songs too… but yeah. I still want to work with Mom.”
”…G-good luck. But Sonia, you have so many other talents, I’m sure.”
I encourage her while looking away.
She’s only twelve. She can change her dreams as much as she wants from now on. I hope she does.
I can’t bring myself to expose the truth about her parents to her.
“Ah… and also…”
“Yeah?”
”…Once you’re really confident, I want to settle things with Frana in Granji.”
“Settled?”
Frena, what are you even doing? You still can’t handle a sword, right?
”…The other day, when I met you at Polka, you threw that spider toy at me… and I was so surprised I wet myself.”
”…”
Frena. If you don’t stop trying to prank everyone, you’re going to die.
“I seriously chased after her, but she escaped… Oh, and I’ve finally gotten the Earth Drive under control, so next time, I’m making her apologize!”
”…If you want to make up, talk to me or Teteus first. We’ll set up a proper reconciliation.”
“That’s not good enough! Something has to happen!”
The beautiful noble girl gritted her teeth with frustration.
Seriously, even if Polka can fix it, I hate full-on battles between girls.
But yeah… if the parents just show up and force them to make up, there’ll always be lingering resentment.
”…So, next time you see Sonia, do a preemptive, full-blow apology on your knees.”
The “Flying Brothel” that was the Rennesto took off.
Waving to the kids from the window, then turning back inside with a sigh…
Actually, Frena came along this time. That was close.
Apparently, she was wandering around town with Myia, so there was a chance we’d run into each other.
“Kneeling and begging? Sonia’s the one who’s weird for crying over some stupid prank.”
Frena turned away with a huff… clad in a bra-less top and panties without any crotch.
She’s still flat-chested, so no real sex appeal, but being in that getup in a “brothel” is all about challenging Elenia.
Yeah. Elenia’s here too, dressed almost exactly the same.
Of course, I didn’t order them to do that.
“Well, Sonia’s pretty fickle anyway, so she’ll have forgotten by spring♪ More importantly, Master, please whip it out♪”
The current Buster Marquis, Teteus, was there as well, in the same outfit, acting as the ringleader.
”…Seriously, are you really going to let them do this? With kids? This is totally illegal.”
“Master. What we’re about to do isn’t procreation, but simple skinship.”
“You don’t usually call using a dick for ‘skinship’ ‘simple.’”
“They both confirmed their willingness that many times, so please don’t back out now. Elen will hate you.”
“N-no, wait a minute. First of all?”
On the way to Rennesto, Teteus suggested it, and I showed them plenty of hardcore sex.
If they were this interested, I figured it was better to show them the real thing than to tiptoe around it… so I shot about four loads into each of Teteus’s three holes.
Teteus had prefaced it by saying, “This is what sex between people who love each other looks like. Normally, you’d do this with your father, right? If I had to do that with that old Eagle geezer, I’d fake a death by illness and kill myself,” but the two of them watched her writhing in pleasure without flinching.
Elenia’s always had abnormal desires aimed at me anyway, but Frena’s probably just trying to one-up Elenia. At least if I could make her back down… but that plan still hasn’t worked.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Blowing a guy is safe, Daddy♪”
”…Seriously, the moment a girl touches her father’s dick, it’s impossible.”
I very slowly offered my dick—which Teteus had gotten hard—to my two daughters.
Elenia dove in, while Freena brought her face closer, eyes darting around.
Tetes placed a hand on my hip and began jacking me off.
”That’s a horny smell, isn’t it? The scent of Papa’s baby-making from just now…♪"
"…Y-yeah…"
"…Stinky.”
What the hell is this situation? I sighed, trying to mask the excitement that had somehow sparked within me.
Elenia, my eldest daughter whom I’d raised with such care. A rebellious child, but at heart lonely and fond of attention.
And Freena, who loved being noticed.
My two precious daughters were bringing their faces close to my cock, about to attempt fellatio.
This situation was undeniably wrong, yet I couldn’t completely deny the strange exhilaration it brought.
”…Mmm.”
Then—
Elenia slowly closed her eyes, hesitating for a moment before kissing the side of my glans.
Seeing this, Freena’s lips trembled. She opened and closed her small mouth, torn between saying something or trying to one-up her sister, then looked up at me.
She squeezed her eyes shut and, as if daring me, thrust out her tongue, lapping at the opposite side of my glans.
”…Ew."
"Hey, Freena, you can stop anytime if it really grosses you out. No need to force yourself."
"…It’s not tasty… Seriously, why didn’t you put some sugar on it…?"
"…Sugar on a cock is a bit much.”
They’re just kids, I thought, regaining my composure.
But Elenia smiled at Freena’s reaction and then engulfed my glans in her mouth as if claiming it all for herself.
”Ah…!"
"♪”
Elenia kept my glans in her mouth while her tongue teased the underside of my head.
Normally, I could handle it. Tesets was good at fellatio, Anzelos and Apple too, not to mention the dragon girls and prostitutes—they all challenged me constantly to flaunt their superiority over the girls who just offered their bodies for a chance at pregnancy.
But now, my own daughter had finally taken my cock into her mouth, knowing full well it was an act meant to make me ejaculate… The shock, a mix of excitement and despair, rippled through me.
And then, belatedly realizing that this emotional thrill had compensated for the physical pleasure, I tried to hold back—but my body was already on its way to climax.
The father, embarrassingly, was brought to release by nothing more than the feel of his daughter’s lips, tongue, and upper jaw.
”…Eh, Elen…!!"
"Mmm…, mmm…!?”
I came.
The sensation of thick semen racing through my urethra roared wildly before mercilessly splattering its filth into my daughter’s mouth a moment later.
”Mngh…, ng, ngh…, buh…, mmm…♪”
But Elenia swallowed the violent ejaculation whole.
I don’t taste it myself, but there aren’t many daughters who could suddenly drink semen like that. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmos-san’s place, some could barely manage to swallow and then spit it out.
But Elenia… narrowed her eyes, occasionally gagging, letting a little overflow from the corners of her mouth, yet she kept swallowing.
Was it the mental shock of the sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to the virility he’d never experienced in his life before, or the exhilaration of having his wish granted? Even as tears streamed down her face and her mouth was caked with semen, she wouldn’t let go of his cock.
For a fleeting moment, all paternal concern vanished, replaced by the thought: What an obscene daughter.
Because she was Seren’s daughter.
His and Seren’s daughter.
She should be like this, he convinced himself somewhere deep down, disgusted with that thought, and hurriedly pulled out his cock, concern washing back over him.
“O-oh… sorry, I spaced out for a sec… Are you alright, Ele?”
“Eheh… eheh… kehu… Ehehe, Andy’s… sperm… I drank it all.”
”…”
Ele made a terrible face but still laughed.
A shiver-inducing radiance.
From his beloved daughter, he felt the confidence and superiority of knowing a man, along with the threatening sensation of knowing the taste of your semen. He shuddered anew at the enormity of his transgression.
And while that was happening to her father’s lower half, the other daughter was greedily devouring him as well.
“Ugh… ugh, this is… so nasty…!”
“Freena… hey, wait—”
“How can you look so happy eating something like this… huum, nng… churr… I can’t believe it…♪”
Wait, why is she saying that while she’s licking him? So meticulously.
But he couldn’t even form the words. His instincts bound his rejection in place against his daughter’s fervent tongue worship.
Tetes smiled.
”…There’s no need to rush… You have all the time you want until Polka♪”
That night, the daughters kept sucking their father’s cock until they were stuffed with semen.
In the end, he lost the will to think and just lay there.
…This is bad news.