Approximately ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is now forty years old.
Since turning thirteen, Elenia stopped calling me “Papa.”
Why? Was it because I made her a staff with a glowing tip that spins around as a birthday present? Irina had told me, “If you gave this to a younger child, it would be an absolute hit,” but hearing such feedback the day before is hardly helpful. Besides, it’s not my fault that you wealthy folks just give orders to your subordinates and have them prepare the finest clothes and accessories. I can only compete with my technical skills, and when it comes to crafting runes, I’m no longer young enough to conjure anything up in a single flash of inspiration.
…Well, complaining about Irina’s reaction is pointless anyway. The real issue lies with Elenia.
“Elenia, please. Give Papa one more chance. Okay?”
“Huh?”
I clasped my hands together and begged for a redo on the gift, only to be met with a chilling “Huh?” that made my blood run cold. I’m going to die.
Elenia sports her mother’s radiant golden hair, cut into a bob with slightly longer strands on the left side as a distinctive feature. She gets it trimmed by Selen every two weeks. Selen has been managing Elenia’s various needs since she learned to stand, and even now, he remains one of the top-tier barbers in Polka. Elenia treats me with a somewhat ambiguous attitude lately, yet she clearly adores her mother without reservation. She often asks Selen in a teasing tone, “Has your hair grown too long again?” only to receive an exasperated chuckle and a resigned “Yes, yes” from him.
As for her ears, unlike Selen and Anjou, who appear indistinguishable from elves at first glance, Elenia’s are distinctly short and seemingly immobile. In the past, I used to playfully poke her ears while giving her a bath, but Cristie scolded me fiercely after catching me doing it. Even though I was told that kissing lips is still considered safe by elf standards, I’ve sworn never to mention this incident to Elenia again. I love Elenia dearly, but I understand the boundaries of fatherhood.
“What? A birthday present? The spinning thing?”
“Yeah. I was thinking about making something better than that…”
“How do you plan on making it ‘better’?”
“Well… since she can’t really walk around with that staff anymore, and its practicality was too low, maybe I should aim for something more decorative—something stylish that moves and would be fun to gaze at when I feel like it in the room…”
“I hate that about you, Andy.”
“Guh…”
With a dismissive tone that none of the female slaves had ever heard from me before, she casually rejected my idea. I felt as though I might vomit blood. This is bad. I’ll need to drink some Spirit Spring afterward. Also, as you may have heard, my new name after the transformation is “Andy.” My daughter calls me by my first name, not “Father.”
“Sure, that thing was just a toy anyway, and Peter seemed happier with it, so I gave it away right away…”
“You… gave it away…”
Children can be so cruel.
“That’s where you say, ‘I’ll make something even better next year,’ isn’t it? Are you planning to keep churning out junk until I’m satisfied? Do you have nothing better to do? Are you killing time?”
“S-stop! Papa is still trying his best!”
“Mom and the older sisters all say that, but honestly, all Andy does is pinch their breasts and buttocks while making weird noises. Is that really ‘trying your best’?”
“Stop it! You don’t see what I’m doing behind closed doors! There are things you don’t understand yet that I’m working hard on!”
Actually, Elenia doesn’t know… or rather, even I myself am not entirely sure what I’m trying to accomplish.
The reason I use such vague wording is that my current activities are supported by brain trust from Irina, Tetes, and Cosmos. Recently, they established a prestigious organization called the Smison & Forest Foundation, and I’m constantly sent to oddly high-society parties and festivals where I’m made to deliver speeches.
I originally intended blacksmithing as my main profession, but honestly, my craftsmanship isn’t generating enough income. Jeanne has better sense and stamina than me, and even Jackie surpasses me in skill. In such a situation, claiming “I’ll earn money myself and support the female slaves” was far too presumptuous.
While worrying about that, Irina invited me to try a side business. Half-believing it, half-skeptical, I agreed—and now… I deliver speeches while she, Tetes (the clan leader), and Cosmos (who wields immense connections in the Southern Desert) provide support, securing businesses centered around Karlwin, Grange, and the Northern Forest, generating substantial revenue.
I give them a speech once a month as they request, acting as a shield against obviously lust-driven visitors (many come because all three are stunningly beautiful), while watching them wrap up negotiations. Sometimes discussions progress on topics completely unrelated to the Northern Forest, Karlwin, or Grange, making me nervous about whether it’s truly safe—but somehow, everything seems to be working out.
Honestly, it’s so politically complex that I don’t fully understand it. So when asked what exactly I’m doing, all I can say is, “I don’t know, but something’s happening.”
As for the rest of my time… well, I make things while being called a junk collector.
”…Better stop touching girls’ breasts and buttocks in front of children, right?”
“It’s never too late to change, isn’t it?”
“There’s no choice but to ban children from entering this area.”
At the former secret hot spring—now expanded from the open-air bath into a space rivaling Carlos’s estate, currently known as “Vapor Palace”—these conversations take place. …While “palace” might evoke Dragon Palace, it’s not incorrect since dragons are always present in large numbers; even the dragons themselves insist on calling it that.
Homes in the new town can accommodate around 10–15 people, but officials and others coming to Polka can’t all be housed there. Moreover, since naked tribes like the Blue Dragons would cause massive moral disturbances if they entered the city streets, Irina and Cosmos proposed an ambitious plan ten years ago: create a colossal base where women come specifically to meet me, and where dragons walking naked wouldn’t attract complaints!
Honestly, looking at the blueprints, I thought it was a joke—more like a castle or military base than a house. Wasn’t this just grandiosity fueled by Grange’s success?
…However, strong backing arrived from Breakcore and Diel. “It would be better to have structures connected to the barrier. Every time Breakcore goes outside, leaving the barrier open in the open air poses significant risks. If we build an enclosed base guarded by dragons, those risks can be drastically reduced.”
With that reasoning, the clan council approved it. While clearing just 200 meters of land is negligible for the entire forest, it’s a massive undertaking requiring human labor without permission would instantly draw arrows.
The dragons and Northern Forest elders cleared the land openly, constructing towering stone walls and magnificent arched roofs adorned with heat-dissipating runes that allow light to filter through seamlessly. Thanks to this, daytime in summer feels endlessly open beneath a sky-like ceiling, while below lies a vast hot spring space reminiscent of Tark’s oasis.
…Originally designed deeper, but now limited to about 30 cm deep to prevent children from drowning—though lying down is required for full immersion.
Centered around this hot spring area are interconnected zones: a sleeping quarter (accommodating ~300 people), dining hall (where cat and elf children receive training before working in the city), leisure areas (including a dance stage and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff/landing zone—literally creating a palace-like complex.
This enormous space is exclusively reserved for my associates: female slaves, offspring from the Cat Colony, Cosmos’s employees, Onyx’s maid group (originally sent as spa guests but now staying in rotating three-month shifts after being told they’re welcome), Mist Crystal’s women from both palaces, and many others—girls who remain comfortable naked even knowing I’m a lust-driven stallion.
And of course, the children. They were still too young to leave with anyone else; the spaciousness kept them away from any harem scenes anyway.
Within this facility, being completely nude is entirely optional. Blue dragons naturally go naked here, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for intimate purposes, there’s no gender separation. Visitors typically embrace a fully nude lifestyle upon arrival.
Thus, my children are accustomed to others’ nudity. Whenever they come here, they’re constantly surrounded by dozens of unfamiliar beauties swapping in and out—some bathing in the springs, others embracing me naked on my shoulders.
…For now, while the children are still young, I’ve decided it’s acceptable.
It’s an openly acknowledged relationship involving dozens of people, all with the intention of engaging in sex. Given how we ended up in this position, it would have been nearly impossible to keep it hidden from our children.
The worst thing for their upbringing was that closed-off environment, which warped their common sense—and made them prone to mating instincts—among the cat-beasts. But even so, I couldn’t say, “Since a child was born, we’re no longer part of Polka; the cats can take care of themselves.”
There were also those who argued, “Nudity is part of our culture,” mainly from the dark elves and the Mya.
But when you try that line on Elenia, it falls flat.
It’s not as if being bold and shameless is inherently good.
No matter how much one frequents a temple of total nudity, girls don’t want to see their fathers acting like lecherous fools. In fact, Minister Ashton is respected by his children to some degree, yet also despised.
He may be an attractive male to his wives, but he means nothing special to his kids. Of course, I feel the same way.
But…
“I understand why you can’t stop loving your eldest daughter. But there are many other daughters and sons too. As the head of the household, you shouldn’t dance to just one person’s tune.”
In the heart of the hot spring area, Aurora leans against me, insistently guiding my hand toward her buttocks. Naturally, she’s completely naked.
She hasn’t changed much since we first met. Still childless, she’s addressed by the kids as “Aunty Aurora.”
“Andy’s job is to touch breasts. In fact, his real job is to put his penis inside.”
And Luna is currently gripping my cock and rubbing it at high speed.
I expected her figure to have deteriorated after giving birth six times (twice each, three rounds), but instead, she seems even more attractive than in her youth.
It’s not a change in my tastes… The effects of the spirit spring and Ms. Hilda’s beauty treatments are benefiting all the female slaves.
Luna’s breasts have grown about two sizes larger since we first met, likely due to childbirth’s secondary effects. Her bounce is extraordinary, making the elf girls envious. Her face and skin still look like she’s in her early twenties.
“Education of children is important, but raising them too properly isn’t the answer. If they’re Andy’s kids, they need to learn to let go of things they can’t control. Andy’s already too famous.”
“I get that, but…”
“Technically, mixed-race elves are persecuted everywhere. Yet Andy settled in Polka to protect all his children, reconciled humans and elves, invited people from Celesta and Karlwin… He made a place where anyone can be themselves, no matter what. A child of someone like him would be truly unhappy if they adopted ordinary Trot standards.”
”…But I still want Elenia to like me. It’s easy to say she doesn’t fit in, but I genuinely like her as she is now.”
“You’re being a daddy’s girl.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Two veteran female slaves nod in agreement.
Then comes the sound of splashing footsteps.
“In the first place…”
Even with her dazzling nudity fully exposed, Apple approaches by kicking up water from the white bathtub.
“Elenia-chan really loves Mr. Andy, doesn’t she?”
“She does.”
“She certainly does.”
“Ugh… but lately, her eyes have gotten so cold…”
“If she truly despised him, she wouldn’t come here to watch you touching another woman’s breasts. She could live within the city without coming here at all.”
“W-well, that’s true…”
“Besides, a normal girl by Trot standards would say it’s unthinkable to be seen naked by her father once she turns ten. That’s what most people in the city said.”
“T-they’re saying there’s a problem with our upbringing!”
Elenia still comes here quite often, revealing everything to me without any concealment.
But that’s only because our family is the kind of family that does such things; in other households, such behavior would rightly be called “shameful.”
“It’s just that I notice it. Kids can’t help but speak up when they notice something.”
“No, if my own father were surrounded by lecherous women all day long, with his junk exposed and obsessed with breasts, most people would be disillusioned. I probably would too.”
“That’s because they feel betrayed by their mothers. But in our house, no woman is disillusioned with Miss Andy, right?”
“Isn’t it a bit much to endorse this lifestyle just because you want to get it on?”
“Miss Andy is just too self-conscious.”
“Yeah.”
“If she decides to leave, then letting her go is what parents should do. After all, children are meant to spread their wings eventually.”
“Ugh, don’t say anything about Erea leaving!”
No matter how much people call us “childish,” it’s fine. The nightmare of a father is seeing his adorable daughter drift away and show her most loving face to another man. Of course, I know that if I never acknowledge this someday, I’ll be nothing but a terrible parent. And if someone were to say, “You’re expecting Elenia to develop normal sensibilities because you’re anticipating just such an outcome,” then yes, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.
By the way, Luna and Apple are called “Mom Luna” and “Mom Apple.” Calling female slaves uniformly “Mom” seems to cause resistance from both the children and the slaves themselves, so until they have children of their own, they’re referred to as “older sister.” …Which has led to some confusing situations, like calling anal-loving Blue Dragon Jureen “Mom” while her mother, Michella, is called “older sister.”
Leaving “Vapor Palace,” I walked through the city at dusk. The sunset faded behind the western ridge of the Serpent’s Tail, and a fleeting blue darkness descended upon us. A gentle, nostalgic moment rushing back to our home, where Father and Mother await dinner with eager anticipation. And now, even so, Polka shines brightly with its bustling lights. Though it may not quite qualify as a metropolis, I believe it has grown considerably livelier since I returned fifteen years ago. “Papa… you’ve done quite well after all.”
I can’t say for certain how much of this revitalization of Polka can truly be credited to me. But I’m sure it’s no mistake that I took the very first step toward making this scene possible. A lecherous brat who, born in this town, did nothing more than fondle Apple’s breasts… yet still dreamed of creating a kind city for those who would come after him. Thanks to everyone’s support, that dream has finally come true. I think I can be proud of that much. “I’m not just a useless old man capable only of making stupid toys… surely if you knew what I’ve done, knowing you’re my child, everyone would envy you.”
Speaking to no one in particular, I murmured while gazing at the city lights. “I know,” came the reply.
Startled by the sudden voice from behind, I stumbled and nearly fell.
“I-I’m here…”
”…What are you doing? Didn’t you say that to me?”
“I was there! I thought you’d notice I followed you secretly and responded just in case! I thought you’d come on romantic like Andy would!”
”…I didn’t notice at all, actually. Were you even at the Palace?”
”…Because I was feeling so down, that’s why I went to the Palace.” She had been tailing him. And he’d likely overheard her complaining about Aurora and Luna. Elves have excellent hearing, after all.
“I don’t feel like an idiot or anything!”
”…”
“Eh? No, I don’t think there’s any reason for that.”
“I didn’t say I disliked my birthday present! And I certainly didn’t want you to be upset!”
Elenia spoke sharply, as if angry.
Stop it. When Papa hears a voice like that from a child his age, he takes damage without fail.
“Admitting I gave it to Peter so quickly was probably wrong!”
”…”
“But you never call me ‘Papa’.”
“You’re not old enough for that!”
”…”
“No, no matter how old someone gets, they remain Papa. People don’t suddenly switch to being distant strangers.”
“They do!”
“Do what?”
I don’t know. Cultures differ.
Or maybe I’m being punished for trying to forcibly imprint the ‘naked culture’ on you without thinking?
“This is… Because I don’t want Mom and my older sisters to keep occupying Andy forever! My body is almost as developed as Sister Irina’s now! That’s why!”
“No, wait. I have a bad feeling something very wrong is about to be said.”
“Since I’m Mom’s child, my breasts will probably end up in a nice shape too, even for Andy!”
“OK, calm down, Elenia. Stop.”
I think I get it now.
You’re heading in the wrong direction.
In other words, you feel that being called ‘Papa’ means people won’t see you as a woman.
“No matter how nice your breasts become, I have no intention of touching them.”
“Why?”
“Because a daughter’s breasts aren’t meant for things like that.”
“But Andy touches both Mom and Aunt Michelle, Aunt Mya, Aunt Asti—whenever there are mother-daughter pairs! Plus Anis from the Cat Beast Colony and… what was her name again?”
“That’s Ms. Tanya. Those people aren’t related by blood.”
“So Mom and I are family.”
“There’s a chasm between touching someone else’s child and your own child—deeper than the sea.”
“What sea?”
“I’ll take you there next time, so don’t prepare yourself for that direction yet.”
“No! You absolutely must do it! Next time, even if I get Aunt Tetete to help!”
“Do what? And never, ever rely on Aunt Tetete alone!”
“I want to be with Andy every single day! If that’s the case, there’s no other choice but to do this!”
She was liked far more than I expected. That’s good. It is, but…
My daughter had been contaminated by too many conflicting values. Look, Elia. Dad didn’t make you with that kind of intention in mind. A father who looks at his own daughter through those eyes is the worst kind of person.
And Tetes, stop appearing behind Elenia whenever you please. Seriously, where did you come from? You just made me feel more terrified than any horror movie ever could.