Around Basson, where I’m still unsure about the proper length of my sleeves, Polka has already turned into a winter landscape. The coniferous forests are draped in snow, and the grasslands have become stark white deserts. I used to cry for no reason when I was a child at such desolate scenes, now that I think back on it—a misunderstanding, or perhaps just an imagination—that the world had turned colorless, stretching endlessly in every direction…
When we were children, with so little life experience, even tomorrow seemed far away. The coming spring felt like a distant future so uncertain that one might doubt whether it would truly arrive. No matter how many times my parents told me, “Once spring comes, the world will turn green again,” I always felt that such a promise lay too far ahead to ever reach me.
…When I mentioned this to Anzeros, he simply said, “That’s just how the world looks from the countryside.” As someone raised in the city, where there are so many different sights to see every day, he apparently couldn’t understand why anyone would feel despair over a snowy landscape. Everyone else was either from places with little snow or from ancient sealed forests that never experience winter at all; only Neia and Johnny empathized with me. As for Keir, since he’s an idiot, it ended with him asking, “What the hell is this?”
When I asked the children about it, they didn’t even understand the worldview I felt—that the entire world had turned completely white.
“If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta during winter; everything there is just as usual.”
“I’m looking forward to staying at Tark for the Spirit Festival!”
“Tark sounds great! Can’t I get invited to Cosmo Mama’s place sooner?”
Peter got stunned by Elenia’s reaction. Claudio, as always, remained an angel. But thinking about it, thanks to dragons, we’ve been living on a completely different scale from the start—it’s quite amusing. By the way, the Spirit Festival is a tradition where all the dragons gather in Polka to send the children there to Tark, so everyone can enjoy Onyx’s party together. Once that’s done, they return immediately for Polka’s New Year’s Celebration. Among the children, Tark’s Spirit Festival seems to be seen as a recreational trip, while Polka’s New Year’s Celebration is more like a recital or presentation.
In reality, the main Onyx family treats our children with excessive indulgence. After a grand party where they eat their fill of delicious food, they also give out presents and pocket money. There’s no discrimination among them—not only for those who descend from Minister Ashton but also for cat-beasts, half-elves, or even the daughters of courtesans like Cosmo-san, or Peter himself.
I started wondering if having over a hundred children might soon become troublesome, but the great Nancy said, “If we’re stingy while the children are so excited, can this really be called a feast fit for the greatest Dark Elf merchant guild?” So Carlos had no choice but to agree. But please stop saying things like, “If you lay a hand on my daughter, I’ll absolutely cut your throat even if Nancy gets angry!” every time you see me. The children are imitating it too much! And besides, my daughter is only five years old; that’s way too young.
As for the children who rarely participate in such events, it’s inevitably those whose home base makes it difficult—like Tetes’ children.
They’re twins: a sister named Sonia and a brother named Tyrus. Especially Tyrus is expected to become the next Marquis of Bastar and is doted on by his grandfather, Grandfather Eagle.
“Long time no see, Father.”
“Ah, it’s been two months.”
I regularly visit the Marquisate of Bastar in Rennesost to meet with the siblings. Most other children live in Polka anyway, and once winter comes, they’ll come to Polka Academy and see each other every day. But these two are different. Grandfather Eagle took matters into his own hands regarding their naming rights, so it’s not impossible to bring them to Polka against their will, but even then, they wouldn’t necessarily have a better life here than living as nobles in Bastar. Moreover, Tetes seems to display elegant social graces when he’s here as the Marquis of Bastar, so I don’t think it’s right to force our children to confront their mother’s true identity too soon. Still, as a father, I wonder if this kind of life is somewhat correct… or maybe not… These days, I’m troubled by such thoughts.
After all, isn’t love the most important thing? Well, in my case… With over 200 children… And I spend about half the day mating in the palace every single day…
Even though it’s troubling, the twins have grown up wisely, fitting both their noble status and Tetes’ lineage.
“Father, I have a question today.”
“What is it? Since you’re my child, just ask directly without any preamble.”
“Yes… Actually… The other day, Mother and I visited the headquarters of the Gauntlet Knights,” Tyrus said, shaking his neatly trimmed hair with an odd expression.
“As soon as Grand Knight Ferios saw me, he collapsed… And it seems somehow it was my fault. Mother and Knight Berga isolated us in a separate room. After some time, we were released.”
”…Hmm.”
“It appears to be related to Father… But when I asked Mother, she didn’t give me a clear answer.”
”…Well, Tyrus, I think it’s because you look like me.”
“Hah. That’s a common remark,” he replied.
If I’d dressed up my childhood self in noble attire, I’d end up looking just like Tyrus. He bears such a striking resemblance to me that I can assert it without hesitation.
In terms of lineage, perhaps the true heir to the Smaysom family has gone to Tyrus, with Peter merely carrying on the name as a placeholder.
“Could it be that Father also acted this way when he met High Knight Ferios?”
”…When I meet him, I try a bit harder… but maybe being caught off guard by your appearance played a part.”
I quickly avert my eyes. Whenever Ferios is forced to sit with me, he transforms into Black Ferios. While he won’t actually attack, he dons a mask and insists we are entirely different people.
As the head of Gold Arm, surely it’s time he stopped these eccentricities. Besides, Mr. Alex (the former Lord Buster) keeps asking, “Can’t you do something about this?” every time they meet. I’m truly at a loss for what to say when confronted with that.
“Sorry… but really, the resemblance isn’t your fault.”
The head of Gold Arm is hailed as a national hero.
Though the former Lord Buster, once known as the Demon Man, and three others from my youth have all retired, new members of Gold Arm continue to emerge. Among them, I remain immensely popular in Renfanggas, thanks to my combat prowess utilizing Earth Drive and my handsome appearance.
Yet, I can barely hold a conversation with someone like that. It’s hardly pleasant for either of us.
”…But Mother and Sonia always say it’s wonderful that I look like Father.”
“Well, you know… uh…”
”…”
“Hair… I think.”
”…Y-yes, I suppose. That’s reassuring.”
Once, the former Lord Buster attempted to grow hair back using magic, but after the Queen remarked, “Something feels off,” he gave up on hair transplantation. His receding hairline has now extended all the way to the back of his head.
Given that bloodline, even a twelve-year-old might feel a chill.
Of course, just because our facial features resemble each other doesn’t mean my hair shares the same characteristics—it could simply be a trait of the Buster family.
Don’t let your guard down, son. I suppose things will probably work out once you arrive in Polka…
Sonia bears no resemblance to me at all.
Her delicate, bright golden hair curls tightly at the ends, her eyelashes are long, and her jawline is slender. Her refined features scream “noble lady,” fitting perfectly into any of the overly ornate noble gowns she wears.
It’s strange that despite being twins with Tyrus, she doesn’t resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks more like his mother.
In stories, it’s a classic trope for someone to doubt, “Is this really my child?” at such moments—but since my twin brother is so uncannily similar to me, there’s no room for suspicion.
Still, given the significant age gap, Eagle’s decision to pursue Tetes’ mother is understandable; she’s undeniably stunning.
…Yet, despite that, Tetes has inherited his martial talent and possesses extraordinary physical abilities.
“Dad, you were here!”
“Yes, I said I’d come… but where did you go?”
“To the Gauntlet Knights’ training facility!”
”…Wasn’t that forbidden by Grandpa Eagle? He said it could leave scars on your face.”
“No worries! Mom even said, ‘Go to Polka, and any injury will heal—so go for it!’ ”
”…So you want to join the Gauntlet Knights?”
“Hmm, not really? I just find swordsmanship interesting. I might even defeat Berga soon.”
”…No, well… It’s impressive, but if you get seriously injured, Grandpa would be furious. I can understand that.”
“Belga, are you really going to let our twelve-year-old take a hit like that? You’re just holding back and letting her get cocky, right?”
…But then I find myself torn between the thought that maybe she could… and the realization that if she’s not strong enough to go on the Gantlet, why bother training her at all. If she has noble aspirations as a warrior, fine. But if not, I’d rather she stop this dangerous combat training for our beautiful daughter.
Sure, injuries can be treated by visiting Polka or relying on Break Core, but that’s only if she survives the injury. There’s always a one-in-a-million chance of dying in a training accident. I don’t want to imagine that possibility.
“Anyway, why does becoming stronger mean joining the Gantlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn’t exactly fun. If anything, getting dragon breath would be faster.”
“I think it’s strange for you to count things like dragon breaths, Dad.”
Well, we do end up lending a hand to the Renfangas’ requests annually, participating in monster invasions to some extent.
But doing too much could affect international relations, so lately, we’ve been holding back from going all-out. Still, the fact that I hold the command authority might be distorting my daughter’s perception of things quite a bit.
“If you have the arms to become a Gantlet Knight, you’d definitely be an Ace Knight. Foreigners can take the exam and get awarded one too, right?”
”…Why would you want to be an Ace Knight?”
“So I can have songs written about me!”
Is that the reason?
…Well, it’s true that bards rarely feature Gantlet Knights in their tales. Since they mostly just kick monsters around, there isn’t much story potential for heroic legends.
“If we’re going to do this, I’d rather be the protagonist of a beautiful hero poem like Siegfried Becker!”
”…Oh, really?”
“Aww, but… if I become an Ace Knight, I’ll have to work for the Celesta Army. Then my dream…”
”…Well, you can have other dreams through different channels.”
”…Yeah.”
A twelve-year-old with so many dreams. It’s a good thing, in a way.
The beautiful girl, who bears no resemblance to her parents at all, shifts her gaze slightly while blushing.
”…I want to work alongside Mom, just like Dad does…”
“Oh… uh-huh.”
As a child’s dream, it’s very healthy. Seeing their parents and admiring them, she wishes to do the same job.
Parents might find this deeply moving, perhaps even tearful.
But first, Tetes is already quite convincingly posing as a capable noble here… which means there’s a disconnect between her appearance and reality.
And that reality involves me and other female slaves flying around various locations, engaging in constant intercourse in our “flying bedroom,” while occasionally handling negotiations for the S&F Foundation’s business ventures.
Of course, we’ve been using contraception since having two children together. Yet Tetes, despite being in her thirties, still looks barely twenty due to her frequent visits to Polka. As a woman in her prime, her libido has only intensified further.
For my daughter to aspire to become a mother like that… I’m not sure whether to support it or not.
“I find swordsmanship interesting too, and I admire hero poems… but yeah, I still want to work with Mom.”
”…Good luck. But I think Sonia has many other talents as well, surely.”
I offer encouragement while looking away.
She’s only twelve. I think she can change her dreams many times over the coming years. Maybe she will.
It would be awkward for me to reveal the truth about being both her father and mother.
“Oh… one more thing.”
“Yeah?”
”…Once I’ve gained confidence, I want to settle things with Frena from Grance.”
“Decided!?” Frena, what are you doing? You still can’t use a sword, right?
”…When we met at Polka the other day, I got hit with a spider toy… and I was so shocked I almost leaked!”
”…” Frena, if you don’t stop pranking everyone, you’re going to die.
“I chased her seriously, but she escaped… Well, I’ve finally figured out how to use Aether Drive properly this time, so I’ll make her apologize for real.”
”…In that case, let’s talk to me or Tetes first. We’ll set up a proper chance for reconciliation.”
“That won’t work! Something like…” A beautiful young noble girl, her face twisted with frustration and tears welling in her eyes.
Honestly, even if Polka was supposed to fix things, I still don’t want two girls going all out against each other.
But… it’s true that if the parents just step in and force a truce, resentment will only linger deeper.
”…Speaking of which, next time we meet Sonia, I’ll take the initiative and do a full-on prostration.” The “Flying Bedchamber” lifted off from Lennest. Waving goodbye to the children through the window, she turned back inside and let out a sigh.
…Actually, Frena had come along this time. How close it was. Since they’d been wandering around the town with Mia, there was always a chance we might have run into them by accident.
“Doing a prostration is ridiculous. It’s weird that Sonia gets so upset over such a small prank.” Frena turned away sharply… clad in erotic underwear: a bra without cups and panties without crotch coverage.
She still wasn’t very alluring, being as young as she was, but appearing like this in the “Bedchamber” was clearly meant to rival Elenia.
That’s right—Elenia was there too, dressed almost identically. Of course, I didn’t order anything like that.
“Well, Sonia’s fickle anyway; by spring, she’ll have forgotten all about it♪ And now, my dear master, please pull out your little member♪” As the leader, Tetes was also present in the same outfit—the current Count of Buster.
”…Honestly, you want me to do this? With kids? This has to be a no-go, right?”
“My dear master. What we’re about to do isn’t reproduction—it’s just simple affection.”
“Affection that involves using your penis is rarely called ‘just simple.’”
“Since both of you have already confirmed your intentions so clearly, please stop fussing anymore. Elenia will get upset.”
“W-wait a minute. But… where did this even come from?” On the way to Lennest, Tetes had proposed it and shown me full-on serious sex. The logic was: if he was that interested, rather than hesitating and hiding things, he should just show them as they were and shock them—so I ended up ejaculating about four times into each of Tetes’ three holes.
Tetes prefaced it all by saying, “This is the kind of sex lovers enjoy together. Fathers don’t usually do this. If I had to choose between doing that with old man Eagle or dying, I’d rather kill myself outright,” and then indulged himself thoroughly. But the two of us who watched intently weren’t afraid at all.
Elenia already had abnormal desires directed toward me anyway, but Frena was probably just trying to compete with Elenia more than half the time. At least… I thought I could make her drop out, even if only her… but so far, that goal remains unfulfilled.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Oral is safe, Papa-san♪”
”…Honestly, there’s no way a girl can touch her father’s penis and expect anything normal.”
I slowly extended my slightly aroused member toward both daughters.
Elenia lunges forward, while Frena squints her eyes and presses her face close. Tetetsu places his hands behind my waist and rhythmically moves my penis up and down.
“It smells so erotic, doesn’t it? The scent of making babies with you just now, Papa… ♪”
”…Uh, uh-huh…”
”…It stinks.”
What on earth is going on here? Sighing, I try to mask the faint excitement that has already begun to stir within me. My eldest daughter, Elenia, whom I’ve cherished and raised with care. Frena, who may seem flighty on the surface but is truly lonely at heart and loves receiving attention. Both of my adorable daughters are pressing their faces against my penis, attempting oral sex.
This situation is utterly wrong, yet I can’t entirely deny the strange surge of arousal coursing through me. ”…Nnn…” And then… Elenia, slowly closing her eyes with hesitation, kisses the side of my glans.
Seeing this, Frena wiggles her lips, unsure whether to say something or simply compete, her small mouth twisting in complex expressions as she looks up at me. Squeezing her eyes shut and thinking, “Well, whatever,” she sticks out her tongue and licks the opposite side of my glans like she’s poking it.
”…Eh…”
“No, if you really hate it, just stop anytime, Frena. You don’t have to force yourself.”
”…It doesn’t taste good… H-Hey, seriously, why don’t you put some sugar on it…?”
”…Putting sugar on your penis is a bit much.”
They’re still children, I realize calmly. But Elenia watches Frena’s reaction, smiles softly, and then takes my glans into her mouth as if claiming it all to herself.
“Ahhh…!”
”♪”
Elenia keeps only the glans in her mouth while teasing the underside of my corona with her tongue.
Normally, I could endure this. Tetetsu is skilled at oral sex, and so are Anzeros and Apple; even dragons and courtesans often challenge me to prove their dominance by simply offering their bodies for impregnation. But now that my beloved daughter has finally accepted my penis into her mouth, knowing it’s an act intended to make me ejaculate… the shock I feel is neither pure excitement nor despair—it ripples through my body in ways I can’t quite name.
And only slightly later do I realize this physical pleasure has overwhelmed my restraint. Trying to hold back, my body moves inexorably toward ejaculation. With nothing but my daughter’s lips, tongue, and upper lip touching me, I feel utterly undignified.
”…Eh, E-let…!!”
“Nnn…! Nn…!?”
I ejaculate. The sensation of thick semen rushing violently through my urethra—duruurururu—reaches its peak, and a moment later, I forcefully deposit the fluid into her mouth without any mercy.
“Neh… Nn, nng… Naa, bu… Nnn… ♪” Elenia, however, accepts this violent ejaculation directly into her throat.
I don’t taste it myself, but daughters who can suddenly swallow semen like this are exceedingly rare. Even among the courtesans at Cosmos-san’s place, there are girls who can barely hold it in before spitting it out. But Elenia… she narrows her eyes, occasionally gagging slightly, yet keeps swallowing as the fluid spills over the corners of her mouth.
Was it the mental shock of sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to an overpowering scent of masculinity I’d never experienced before in my life, or perhaps the overwhelming joy of having my desires fulfilled? Tears streamed down his face as he held himself tight, his mouth and chin slick with semen.
For a fleeting moment, the father’s concern vanished, replaced by the thought: What a lewd daughter you are. After all, she was Selen’s daughter—Selen and me. She had to be lewd, some part of him reasoned, only to feel disgust at himself. In a panic, he pulled out his penis and tried to care for her again.
“Oh, hey… I’m sorry, I got careless… Are you okay, Ele?”
“Eheh… Eheh, gahhh… Hehe, I drank Andy’s… cum.”
”…”
Ele managed a smile despite her grimace. A shiver ran through him at the glossy allure of it all. The confidence and superiority he felt from his beloved daughter knowing what men were like, coupled with the almost threatening sensation that she now knew the taste of his semen—these made him tremble anew at the enormity of his sin.
And then, beneath his father’s lower body, another daughter was devouring him recklessly.
“Mmm… mmm, it’s really… delicious… something like this…!”
“Frena… hey, wait a minute…”
“Something so tasty… mmph, nnn… slurp… why are you doing this? I can’t believe it…♪”
Wait, why was she licking while saying such things? So carefully. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. His instincts were bound by her daughter’s fervent tongue worship.
Tetessa smiled. ”…No need to rush… we have plenty of time until Polka arrives…♪”
That night, the daughters continued to suckle on their father’s penis repeatedly until his belly swelled with semen. Ultimately, he lay there, having lost all will to think. …This is bad.