While Basson is still debating the length of sleeves for winter, Polka has already seen the winter scenery. The coniferous forest was covered in snow and the grasslands turned into a white desert. I remember crying at how lonely it looked as a child, without any reason. It felt like an endless world devoid of color… or rather, that’s what I imagined. As a child with such little life experience, even tomorrow seemed distant. The future was so far off that I doubted if next spring would ever come. No matter how many times my parents told me the world would turn green again in spring, it felt like something unreachable in the distance. …When I told Anzelos about this, he said, “That’s what the world looks like from a rural area.” He was raised in the city and experiences so many different things every day that he couldn’t understand why anyone would be so despondent over snow. Everyone else either came from places with little snow or were from ancient barriers where winter never comes, so only Neya and Johnny could empathize. Kiel just said “What’s that?” and left it at that. When I asked the kids about it, they didn’t even understand my feeling of the world turning completely white. “You can go to places like Celesta on a dragon even in winter,” “I’m looking forward to staying over at Tark for the Spirit Festival.”
“Sounds good, Talc. I wish they’d let me in to see Cosmos Mama sooner too.” Peter gets a dumbfounded look from Elenia. Claudius is still an angel as usual.
But it’s kind of amusing how the scales are different for those who’ve been alive since the beginning thanks to dragons.
By the way, the Spirit Festival usually involves all the dragons gathering at Polka and sending the kids there to Talc, where they enjoy a party with Onyx. Once that’s over, they return right away for Polka’s New Year festival.
Among the kids, it seems like the Spirit Festival is more of an entertainment trip while the New Year festival in Polka is like a performance event.
Actually, our kids get spoiled by the Onyx main family—big parties with lots of food and presents, not to mention pocket money. It’s not just the kids who have Ashton Minister’s blood; cat-humanoids, half-white elves, and even children of Cosmo’s prostitutes and Peter are treated equally.
I was starting to think it would be a nuisance once we hit over a hundred people, but when Great Nancy said, “How can this be called the grand party of Dark Elves’ largest trading company if I’m stingy about kids looking forward to it so much?” Carlos didn’t argue anymore.
But please don’t say every time you see my face that “If anyone touches my daughter, no matter how angry Nancy gets at me, I’ll definitely cut them down!” The kids are mimicking you too often because of this. Also, your daughter is only five years old; it’s way too early for anything.
Among the children who don’t participate much in such events, there are Tetes’ kids due to their living base. The twins are Sonia and Tils. Especially the younger brother is expected to be the next Lord Baster and is doted on by his grandfather, Eagle.
“Long time no see, Father.”
“It’s been two months.”
I visit the Marquis of Renne’s estate regularly to meet my siblings. The others mostly live in Polka and I’ll be seeing them every day at Polka Academy anyway once winter comes around. But these two are different.
Eagle the Elder has already secured their names, so if I really wanted to, I could bring them to Polka. However, even if I did, they wouldn’t have a better life than this noble lifestyle here. Besides, it seems that when Tetes is here, he acts like a proper Marquis of Buster and shows off his splendid social graces, so maybe it’s not right to burden him with the truth about his mother.
But lately, I’ve been wondering if this kind of life is really appropriate for a father… or am I overthinking things?
Still, isn’t love what matters most? Well, in my case, there are over two hundred kids. Plus, I spend half my day screwing around at the Palace.
Despite these worries, my siblings have grown up nobly and cleverly.
“Father, I have a question.”
“What is it? And since you’re my kid, just ask me directly.”
“Ah. Actually… I visited the Gauntlet Knights’ barracks with my mother the other day.”
Tilse shook her neatly trimmed hair in a manner befitting her upbringing, and made an odd expression.
“The Grand Knight Ferios collapsed when he saw me… apparently it was my fault, so Mother and Commander Berga isolated me in another room. But I was released after a while.”
“…………Yeah.”
“It seems to have something to do with Father… but even when I ask Mother, she doesn’t explain clearly.”
“…That’s probably because you look like me, Tilse.”
“That is often said of me.”
If I dressed a noble boy in my clothes as a child, he would turn into Tilse. She looks that much like me.
In this regard, it might be considered that the family line went to Tilse instead of Peter, who inherited the name.
“By any chance… does Father also act like that when he meets Grand Knight Ferios?”
“…When I see you, it’s probably because I’m not trying hard enough. But maybe it was a surprise seeing your face.”
I can’t help but look away. Whenever Feliore and I have to be in the same room together, he turns into Black Feliore. He doesn’t attack me, though; instead, he insists that he’s someone else by wearing a mask.
He’s already the head of Gold Arm, so it’s about time he stopped with his antics. Actually, Mr. Alex (the former Duke Buster) keeps asking why I can’t get him to stop every time we meet. It’s really annoying when he asks me that.
“I’m sorry… it’s not your fault you look like me.”
The head of Gold Arm is a national hero.
Including the former Duke Buster who was called a demon, all three others from my younger days have retired already. But amidst new Gold Arms emerging, his combat prowess and handsome appearance still make him immensely popular in Renfangas.
And yet I can barely talk to this person. It’s not exactly pleasant.
“…But Mother and Sonia always say they’re glad that I look like Father.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“…?”
“I think it’s my hair…” “…Y-Yes, that’s reassuring.” Once he had tried to grow his hair back with magic, but the queen told him “it just doesn’t look right,” so he gave up and now his hairline has receded all the way to the back of his head. Considering his bloodline, even a twelve-year-old would shudder at that thought. Of course, it’s not certain whether my hair properties are similar to mine just because we look alike. There is still a possibility that this trait alone belongs to the Buster family. Don’t let your guard down, son. I think you’ll probably be fine if you come to Polka.
Sonia doesn’t really resemble me at all. Her delicate golden hair curls at the ends, her lashes are long and her chin is slender—her face is perfectly aristocratic. She looks good in any of those overly decorated noble outfits. Even though she’s a twin with Tils, for some reason she doesn’t look like Teetes either. According to Teetes, she resembles his mother. In stories, this kind of situation often leads to the question “Is he really my child?” but since my twin brother looks just like me, there is no doubt about it.
She’s a real beauty, so I can kind of understand why Mr. Eagle went for her despite their age difference.
…But she’s also got an incredible physical ability, as if she inherited Tettes’ talent as a warrior. “Hey, Dad!” “Yeah, I told you I’d be here… So where were you?” “At the Gauntlet Knights training facility!” ”…Didn’t Grandpa Eagle forbid that? He said it could leave scars on your face.” “Nah, nah. Mom said ‘If you go to Polka, any injury will heal, so go for it.’” ”…You want to join the Gauntlet Knights?” “Hmm, not really? I just find sword fighting interesting. And I almost got a hit in against Mr. Bergha.” ”…Yeah, well, if you get seriously injured, I can understand why Grandpa would be angry.”
Berga, are you really going to lose to my 12-year-old? Are you just letting her get ahead by holding back? …But there’s also a part of me that wonders if maybe she’s actually strong enough. On the other hand, I can’t help but wonder what she means by not even trying for the Gauntlet Knights despite being this good. If she has some noble aspiration as a warrior, fine, but otherwise, I’d rather my beautiful daughter didn’t risk herself in dangerous combat training. Sure, if she gets hurt, we could take her to Polka or have Breakcore heal her, but that’s assuming it only ends up as an injury. There is still the possibility of fatal accidents during training. I don’t want to imagine such a thing happening. 「Anyway, why does becoming stronger mean joining the Gauntlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn’t fun. It would be faster if she just got hit by dragon breath.」 「I think you’re counting dragon breaths wrong, Dad.」 It’s true that we usually help out with monster invasions every year when Renfangas requests it. But we don’t want to overdo it and affect international relations, so recently we’ve been holding back from wiping them all out. Still, the fact that I have control over this might be causing some distortion in my daughter’s perception of reality. 「If she has the talent for Gauntlet Knights, why not just go for Ace Knight? She can take the test and get it if she’s a foreigner too, right?」 「…Why would you want her to be an Ace Knight?」 「She could become a song.」
For that reason? …Well, yeah. I don’t really hear many ballads about Gauntlet Knights. Maybe because they’re mostly fighting monsters and there’s not much of a story to it. “If only I could be the main character in an epic like Sieg Becker!” ”…Yeah.” “But you know, once you become an Ace Knight, you have to work for the Selcata army. So my dream…” ”…Well, maybe there are other dreams too?” ”…Yeah.” She was a twelve-year-old full of dreams. The beautiful girl who didn’t look anything like her parents blushed slightly and looked away. ”…I want to work with Dad just like Mom.”
“Ah… umm.” As a child’s dream, it was quite wholesome. Seeing her parents and aspiring to be like them, wanting to do the same job. A parent might feel moved by such sentiments. But first of all, Tettes here is acting very much like an able noble—though she’s not really what she pretends to be. And that reality involves her fucking nonstop with me and other female slaves in a flying fuck room while traveling around. Occasionally, she also handles negotiations for the S&F Foundation’s business. She uses contraception after having two kids, but thanks to her frequent travels, Tettes looks like she’s barely twenty even though she’s over thirty. As a woman, she’s at her sexual peak and getting hornier by the day. It was hard to know whether it was right or wrong to encourage her daughter to aim for such a motherly role… “I find swordsmanship interesting too, and I admire hero songs… but yeah. I really want to work with Mom.” “…Y-Yeah, go for it. But Sonia has lots of other talents as well, I’m sure.” She looked away while cheering her on.
I’m still only twelve. I think it’s okay if I change my dreams a lot from now on, so could you help me with that? I don’t really feel comfortable exposing the truth about Father and Mother myself. “Um… Also…” “Yeah?” “I want to settle things with Freena when I build up enough confidence.” “To settle things!?” What’s Freena doing? You couldn’t even get good at sword fighting, could you? “…When we met in Polka the other day, she threw a spider toy at me… and I ended up wetting myself from being so surprised…” “…” Freena. If you don’t stop pulling pranks on everyone, you’re going to die one of these days.
“I really chased after her, but she got away… Ah, I can finally get the Earth Drive out too. This time for sure, I’ll make her apologize.” “…You should first talk to me or Tetses about that. We’ll set up a proper reconciliation meeting.” “That’s not good enough! Something!” The beautiful noble girl showed her frustration in her eyes. Honestly, even if it heals with Polka, I really don’t like the idea of my daughters having a serious battle. But… you’re right. If we force them to reconcile without addressing their issues, they’ll just hold grudges.
“So next time when I see Sonia, I should apologize first.” The “flying fuck room” took off from Renest. I waved at the kids through the window and sighed as I turned back inside… Actually, Frena was with me this time. It was a close call.
We had been wandering around town with Misha, so there was a chance we might run into her by accident. “Kneeling in apology is such bullshit. Sonia’s the one who overreacts to little pranks like that and starts crying.” Frena turned away pouting. …She wore erotic lingerie without cups or crotch lining. She still looked flat, so there was no sex appeal, but she was dressed this way as a show of defiance against Eleria. That’s right—Eleria was also here in almost the same outfit. Of course I didn’t tell them to dress like that. “Anyway, Sonia forgets stuff like that pretty quickly anyway. By spring it’ll be all over her mind. So, master, please take out your dick~” And there was the current Marquis of Buster, Tetez, also dressed in the same outfit as them. “…Are you really going to let kids do this? This is definitely illegal.” “My lord, what we’re doing now isn’t about making babies. It’s just skinship.”
“Using a penis for intimacy isn’t usually described as just that.” “You two have already confirmed your intentions, so please don’t drag this out any further. Elene will be disappointed with you.” “W-Wait a second. What exactly are you talking about?” On the way to Rennest, I had shown them a full-on sex scene after Tethys proposed it. If they were really interested, rather than beating around the bush and hiding things, I should just show them as is and shock them… that was my reasoning. So, I ended up cumming into each of her three holes about four times apiece. Tethys had prepped us by saying something like “This kind of sex is usually between lovers, not father and daughter. If it were the old Eagle man, I’d fake a sickness to kill him.” But neither of them flinched at seeing her come so hard. Elene’s already got some weird fetishes for me anyway, but Frena’s probably just trying to one-up Elene. I was hoping she would back down, but that hasn’t happened yet. “It’s okay, it’s okay! Cunnilingus is safe, Papa♪” ”…Really, a girl touching her father’s dick is already out of the question.” I slowly thrust my semi-hardened cock into my daughters’ mouths.
Elenia leaned in as if to bite, while Freena moved closer despite her eyes darting around. Tetes added a hand behind my waist and started pumping up and down. “You can smell it, right? The scent of Dad’s sperm from just now after we had our fun…♪” ”…Y-Yeah…” “It stinks.” I sighed as I tried to hide the slight excitement that had built up inside me. Elenia was my beloved eldest daughter who I had raised with care; Freena, a rebellious girl at heart but one who loved being cared for. Both of them were bringing their faces close to my cock and preparing to give it head. The situation was definitely wrong, yet I couldn’t completely deny the strange excitement that came with it. ”…Mn.”
And then. Elenia slowly closed her eyes with hesitation and kissed the side of the head of my penis. Frena, seeing this, quivered her lips, unsure whether to say something or continue competing, and looked up at me. She squeezed her eyes shut, stuck out her tongue as if saying “so be it,” and licked the opposite side of the head. ”…Ugh.” “If you really don’t like it, just stop anytime, Frena. You don’t have to force yourself.” “It’s not tasty… r-really… why didn’t you put sugar on it…” “Putting sugar on a dick is kind of weird.” She seemed so childish, I thought calmly. But Elenia smiled at the sight and, as if she wanted to monopolize my penis, sucked the head into her mouth.
“Ah…!!” “♪” Elenia kept only the head of his penis in her mouth, teasing the frenulum with her tongue. In theory, he should be able to handle it. Tethes was good at fellatio, and so were Angelos and Apple, as well as the dragons and prostitutes who often challenged him to prove their superiority over the mere girls who only offered themselves for impregnation. But knowing that his beloved daughter had finally taken his penis into her mouth with the intent of making him cum, he felt an indescribable mix of excitement and despair ripple through his body. And then, just a little too late, he realized that this sensation was enough to compensate for the physical pleasure, but by then it was too late. His body was already heading towards ejaculation. His father came with only her lips, tongue, and upper palate.
“Eh… Elenia!!” “Nn… nn…”
The thick, concentrated cum rushed through the urethra with a dull roar and mercilessly slammed into her mouth an instant later. “Nn…nnng…nnah, buh…nnuuu…” Elenia, however, welcomed this violent ejaculation straight down her throat. Though I didn’t get to taste it myself, there weren’t many girls who could drink cum without hesitation. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmos’ place, some couldn’t do anything but throw up after swallowing. But Elenia… she narrowed her eyes, sometimes gagged, and even let a bit overflow from the corner of her mouth as she swallowed. Was it because of the mental shock from the sudden ejaculation? Or was it a defensive reaction to the unfamiliar male scent? Or perhaps sheer joy at fulfilling her wish? Whatever the reason, she kept holding onto my cock while crying tears and having her face smeared with cum. For an instant, I forgot about being a father and thought what a dirty girl she was. Because this was Selen’s daughter. This was our daughter. Somehow, I convinced myself that it was okay for her to be like this, but then felt disgusted at my own thoughts and hastily pulled out, worried.
“H-Hey… I’m sorry, I got carried away… Are you okay, Ele?”
“Ehfu… ehfu, kehu… hehe, I drank your… cum, Andy.”
“…” Ele laughed despite her terrible expression. The erotic shiver ran down my spine. I felt a sense of superiority and confidence from my daughter that she had known a man, as well as an almost threatening determination that she knew the taste of my semen. It made me tremble again at the enormity of this sin.
And then, my other daughter was greedily sucking on my lower half with reckless abandon. “Nn… nnn… it’s so bad… This is…!”
“Frena… hey, wait a sec…”
“This is delicious… hmm, nn… churuu… I can’t believe you’re eating this like that…”
Wait, why are you saying that and then licking me so delicately? I can’t even speak with my daughter’s passionate tongue service binding my instincts.
Tetheus smiles. ”…No need to rush… There is plenty of time until Polka♪”
That night, the daughters sucked on their father’s cock repeatedly until his belly was swollen with cum. By the end, I had lost all will to think and lay there.
…This is really messed up.