Tark is as warm in winter as summer feels in Polka. Polka’s summers are mild enough that long sleeves aren’t much of a bother, so if you were to compare it to a normal place, it’s more like spring or autumn.
Since the children fly out from mid-winter snow, they have to change clothes halfway through. Several accompanying adults, including Neia who also oversees Frena’s duties, manage these arrangements.
As for me, I spend almost non-stop in full nudity from Polka onward, so rather than changing clothes, I only put on clothing once I get close to Tark. Well, after all, there are ten others sharing the same “hut” with me. Of course, things get heated up constantly.
No matter how wildly we go at it, by the time five or six people have taken their turns in sequence, everyone is back on their feet normally. Even if I’m going non-stop, my partners only engage in sex every two to three hours slowly, so it’s basically an infinite loop.
Of course, we’re not constantly having sex without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but the atmosphere certainly helps, and during waking hours, I’m almost always penetrating someone. It takes much less time than a walking journey, though; for the girls, there’s nothing else to do besides sex, so they’re bored. And thanks to numerous dopings and training, I no longer worry about running out of stamina.
…Sometimes I even get scared to think seriously about where my semen is being supplied from, but since that’s the state we’re in, the entire journey inside the huts is filled with a lewd scent.
…Anyway.
“Ah, welcome, Human. The kids look healthy, which is great—but wait a minute, didn’t Elenia just come out of your guest room? Hmm, I must not be mistaken this time. She’s grown taller than last year, but that’s definitely Elenia, right? You’re riding that huge multi-person bed, and she came over to it, so…”
“Calm down, Carlos.”
“How can I calm down, you bastard! Finally, my own daughter! From now on, I won’t let Rebecca have any contact with you! Try breathing in the same space as Rebecca! If you try that again, I’ll cut you up with a knife and feed you to desert lizards so you can never reproduce again!”
“But Rebecca is only five years old…”
“She turned six last month! Celebrate! No, wait—that doesn’t make sense. A man who has his penis aimed at his own 13-year-old daughter can’t possibly be aroused by a 6-year-old niece; that’s unbelievable!”
Since Carlos was about to go mad, Nancy silently appeared and silenced him by pinching his neck as usual.
“Guh…”
“Ah, it’s been half a year since we last saw you, Andy. Well, you did stop by Cosmos Emporium once after the Summer Spirit Festival, so it’s been four months in terms of Tark itself?”
”…Oh, yes. It’s been a while.”
I grabbed Carlos’s flustered collar and laid him down on a nearby bench, then Nancy shrugged and watched as the children entered the dormitory.
“It’s getting cramped soon. How many more have you added this year?”
”…Uh, um… Compared to last year, it’s about 24 people…”
”…That won’t be enough based on calculations from two years ago. Let’s expand next year.”
Every year, my children increase in number. While I haven’t brought infants, who are anxious during air travel, the number of cat-beastfolk from the colony has increased significantly.
Although Onyx’s grounds include a dedicated dormitory for my children to stay in, some still can’t find beds and have to borrow part of Diane’s brother’s private quarters.
“We could rent an inn outside…”
“If we do that, it would reflect poorly on us. Don’t worry; we have plenty of land, and I don’t want to make the children feel left out. Most importantly, I want Rebecca to be able to enjoy the Spirit Festival night freely with her cousins.”
”…O-Okay, I see.”
Rebecca, Carlos’s wife’s daughter, is their long-awaited only child and is excessively protected by Carlos, making it hard for her to have freedom in daily life. Moreover, there are simply no other age-appropriate cousins around.
Among the nearly 100 Diane siblings, only the sisters living with me have given birth in the past decade. Normally, dark elves don’t give birth so frequently.
However, children crave someone who shares their childlike perspective. For Rebecca, my children are the only ones she can play and joke around with without any hesitation.
“But… yes. Andy, I won’t deny that I’m impressed? Children, once they use the fact that they’re being raised as a shield against their parents, become impossible to disobey. Especially for fathers, the eldest daughter is precious. I understand the feeling of falling in love, but…”
“No, actually… rather, we’re trying our hardest to stop it…”
”…?”
Eh? That’s how ordinary adults think. No matter what, a father can only be seen as the villain. …Even so, they won’t understand, will they?
Well then. As planned, we arrived in the late afternoon.
The children feasted on a lavish buffet dinner at party tables lined up in the garden, afterward splashing around in the family pool before drifting off to sleep.
Carlos approached these children subtly, intending to give each of them a present on the day of the Spirit Festival itself. To my astonishment, Carlos remembered every single one of the two hundred children—even though we meet only once a year. He recalled their faces, their names, and even their individual preferences.
I suppose it’s entirely natural for Anemone to be drawn to such thoughtful gestures, Cosmos-san.
As for me… I couldn’t bear to watch those children from afar.
“Hey there, everyone! Look over here—The Owner has arrived! ♪” Cosmos said this while taking my arm and leading me down the street in front of “Cosmos House.”
Suddenly, female employees from nearby general stores and restaurants rushed out, beginning to close up shop.
“Alright, that’s it for today! Closing time, closing time! ♪”
“Wait… uh, what’s going on?”
“It’s just business as usual! ♪ The Spirit Festival is coming up, so we’ll be closed until then. Come back another time!”
“Huh? Hey, you’re still drinking!”
Drunk patrons were ushered out one by one, glancing suspiciously at me and Cosmos, who seemed to be the cause of this sudden shutdown.
“You don’t even have to close up…”
“All our branch establishments are run as side businesses by courtesans, so it’d be unfair if today’s main house didn’t participate! ♪”
We were about to enter “Cosmos House,” which is essentially a brothel. Naturally, some customers caught in the act of play would also be asked to leave. I can’t help but wonder how well-received this reputation is… But apparently, my very presence turns it into such a “festival.”
That’s right. Now I’m officially titled “Owner”—the ruler of this pleasure district centered around the brothel. Well, technically, Cosmos is just saying that. In reality, I haven’t contributed anything to the business nor received any earnings from it.
However, since the moment I impregnated Cosmos, I seem to have become her de facto husband under Tark’s laws—at least legally speaking—and thus share ownership of the property. This means I can freely choose which courtesans to take advantage of whenever I visit.
I vaguely recall Cosmos once using similar sales pitches when she came knocking on my door, though I never interpreted them that way before.
Even if I don’t indulge myself, there are plenty of female slaves and dragons available here, so I certainly wouldn’t feel lonely in that regard. Yet, Cosmos and her aide-like figure, Miss Isabel, have notified me that “if you wish to visit Polka for a spa retreat, make sure to impress the Owner properly.” Consequently, upon arriving in Tark, I’m expected to entertain the courtesans here.
Honestly, if someone wanted to come to Polka, they could just be transported there without groveling to me… Though that’s always my stance, and most of the affiliated courtesans seem to understand it. That said, many of them appear eager to challenge a man like me—someone boasting “orgasm-level ejaculation volume, endless stamina, and above all, the skill to casually engage in threesomes with both Cosmos-san and Miss Isabel.”
As expected, every single one of them is genuinely an extreme pervert who chose this profession willingly.
“Long time no see, Owner! ♪”
“No, Isabel-san, you were here four months ago too,” I replied.
“If there’s been that much time pass, I’d say it’s been a while indeed. Here’s your payment for this visit, the Isabel Coin.”
With a jingle, she handed me a heavy bag filled with gold coins. Does this even make sense anymore? …Well, at least for the courtesans, they can exchange them later for a decent amount of cash.
“I don’t have much time to spend like this… Besides, I’m here with my kids looking forward to the Spirit Festival, so you must understand I can’t stay cooped up in the brothel all day, right?”
“We’re hoping your mood might change! ♪”
“I seem to remember Isabel being stricter about running the brothel back when I knew her…”
My mere presence here means abandoning any income derived from operating the brothel as such. I feel like it was Isabel’s role to put an end to this situation sooner or later…
“Hmm… well, honestly, things aren’t particularly tight financially even if we just leave them as they are. The owner has been bringing in income after all.”
“I haven’t earned anything, though?”
“You have! You’re working quite hard alongside Cosmo to keep the economy running smoothly.”
”…………The S&F Foundation matter?”
“Yes, it is.”
Eh? I was wondering how that venture generated revenue and where the money flowed, only to find out it ended up here too.
Well, since I’ve somehow become an “owner,” it wouldn’t be strange if I’d also quietly become an investor… perhaps?
I’m troubled by this. To begin with, the flow of funds from those activities is truly incomprehensible to me, so I’ve been leaving everything in Cosmo’s and Irina’s and Tetes’ hands from the start.
Then, the courtesans who couldn’t wait any longer poked their noses in.
“Oh~ Owner♪ If you want to have fun with the brats, I think it’d be better to just screw them all over quickly. So, let’s have a match! Hurry up, hurry up♪”
“Dominance can wait. It’ll be troublesome if everyone tries to move after you’ve gone absolutely wild.”
“What’s wrong? Discriminating against Ogre isn’t good.”
“Owner, owner. There are four new girls who want to go to Polka, but could you give them a real hardcore audition?”
As usual, these women, dressed in outfits that can hardly be called clothes yet approach with such brightness that they don’t seem to notice their own lack of modesty, are very much to my liking since I generally dislike gloomy atmospheres.
But today…
”…”
“Hmm… well then… okay.”
I took out the Isabel coins from my bag and handed them over to the lady in front of me with a clatter. Ten coins.
”?”
“Ms. Isabel, you’re not coming to Polka. I’d like to have my fill with you for once.”
Even though she keeps saying all sorts of things, Ms. Isabel is mostly just handling behind-the-scenes work.
Still, as our relationship has grown so long, I’ve come to appreciate her cute side, and besides…
”…”
“I’m going to cum inside you ten times, Isabel.”
“Hmm… well, ten times properly sounds good too.”
She leaned her lips close to my ear.
“I was thinking it’s about time you made me pregnant… so, a fee for lifting the contraception?”
Children of mine. Please forgive your unchaste father.
But I don’t know how else to show special affection in this abnormal lewd space besides this form.
…And then, Ms. Isabel, with her childish face suddenly adorned with a mature, smirking expression, said:
“I’ll teach you something good. …Since about five years ago, our sex with the owner has been hardcore without any contraception♪”
“In that case, I’ll go straight for ten shots.”
”♪”
Even though it was whispered, there wasn’t much need to hide it anyway.
Hearing our exchange, the surrounding courtesans whistled and made lewd noises.
The evening at Cosmos Honpo passed terribly.
Well, “evening,” or rather, until quite late into the next morning, we went absolutely wild.
There are always a few courtesans visiting Polka for recuperation, and if I were to make an effort, they’d be willing to indulge me at any time. Still, the scenario of going wild with them in a brothel… it’s strangely arousing, like tearing into merchandise recklessly in a store.
I’ve heard similar things said in various places. Someone even suggested that living here for a while and indulging in a life of snacking to my heart’s content might be a good idea. I can’t help but think, “That could work.”
No, well, it’s undeniably a form of self-degradation, though.
Living at Vaper Palace is essentially no different, but since I’m making an effort to keep up appearances with various festivals and events around the region, I’d like to believe that things are slightly more presentable now.
…So, wandering aimlessly through the streets and returning to Carlos’s house, I find children running about the garden where preparations for the Spirit Festival party are underway. Dragons are assisting with the setup while keeping a close watch on the children to prevent them from getting caught up in construction accidents—a noisy scene indeed.
The children dash around freely while the stage and cooking stoves are being built; watching it makes my heart race, but before anyone does something truly dangerous, the dragons stop them with agility akin to teleportation.
“If we interfere, it’ll be bad… Maybe it’d be better to lock everyone up in the dormitories…”
“For children, experiencing things like this is a valuable lesson in itself, Mr. Andy.”
“Nancy-san…”
“Being harsh isn’t the only way to show care. Look, Peter’s even helping out.”
“He’s probably just doing it because the maid encouraged him…”
“Having enthusiasm when praised isn’t a bad thing. And from that, one can discover their own talents and joys… Perhaps Peter has a talent for construction as well.”
“You mean he has a talent for building with the stove-making?”
“It’s not something anyone can do perfectly without thinking. Watching him, his sense of selecting stones and stacking them is quite good. Did someone like Diane teach him some tips?”
”…Perhaps.”
Setting up, huh?
…Upon reflection, I realize that at Polka’s festival as well, children are often included in the preparations. While there’s certainly a shortage of manpower, perhaps the purpose also lies in passing down knowledge and discovering such talents.
…Above all, festivals are enjoyable because everyone—adults and children alike—works together to create them.
“Well, by the way, the maids were looking for you.”
”…Ah.”
“I suspect there’s a reason. In that case, it’s fine.”
Upon hearing Nancy say this, I offer a slightly awkward smile before stepping away… and heading toward the maids.
At the end of the year in Tark, the children enjoy the Onyx Spirit Festival party.
And I am… at Cosmos Tenpo.
“We’ve been waiting for you, Master.”
”…Every time, I still wonder about this. Calling me ‘Master’…”
“It’s a matter of our hearts… Please consider us as your spiritual Master.”
“That only makes my guilt feel even deeper.”
Within the premises, away from the noise of the preparations, there is a dormitory exclusively for the Onyx maids.
When I’m led inside, the twenty or so maids present bow in unison, dressed in indecent attire consisting solely of bare aprons and headpieces.
…Cosmos Tenpo, and this very place, is my primary destination during Tark’s Spirit Festival.
In fact, I’m forced to spend long hours at these two locations every time.
Among the Onyx Maid Corps, there is a group that harbors the troublesome desire, “I want to be compelled by my Master to engage in sexual service.” Or rather, unfortunately, if we consider whether they are the majority or minority, those who belong to the majority expect me to perform this undignified feat here.
“It’s certainly romantic for a maid to do something erotic… but there’s also the fact that having female slaves dressed as maids hits a different spot.”
Approaching the line of dark elf maids, I held my hand steady with a finger gesture to signal them not to move, then circled behind and began stroking each maid’s rear one by one.
“Most of these Onyx maids are perverts who get excited by just this much… Carlos must be having a hard time.”
Pat! As I slapped the palm against the maid’s buttocks, she let out a lustful scream.
“I-I’m so sorry… My master is far too ideal…”
“I never agreed to become your master!”
“But… since you’re indulging our wishes like this, and yet—”
The slapped butt… the head maid gazed back at me with feverish eyes.
“How many times have you ravished these shameless maids without losing your lust? And now, if necessary, you possess the power to snatch us away from Onyx itself… Such a person is exceedingly rare…♪”
”…Theoretically, it might be possible, but I have no intention of fighting with Carlos.”
Even as I said that, I can’t help thinking he’ll probably just keep them around if they get pregnant.
But I need to be careful with those two girls specifically. They’re his nieces… So first, while making the maids take turns serving me orally, I’ll start marking my targets. Carlos’s younger siblings have several children; Rebecca has a few cousins.
…Though both of them are already having sex multiple times.
If they end up pregnant and get collars put on them, I truly won’t be able to argue with Carlos at all.
“By the way, are you using contraception spells properly?”
“Yes, of course, everyone has been relieved of their restrictions.”
“Why did you think that was the right choice!”
The head maid averted her eyes while the other maids muttered among themselves.
“Eh, but… isn’t it the very purpose of being a maid to be impregnated by the master after serving him as part of our duties…?”
“That’s right.”
“The girls who went to Polka said they were just having babies normally…”
Why do you all live such strongly forward-leaning lives? Besides, I believed you were using contraception spells, so I had sex with a maid from Polka.
“Even if we go to Polka, we return after about three months of rotation, so I don’t know… But surely there aren’t any who’ve already gotten pregnant?”
”…”
“There are?”
It seemed so.
Since they’re external children not bearing Onyx bloodline, they should be safe.
…No, they’re not safe. Why try to get pregnant in secret?
Almost every night is spent in sex, but on the eve of the Spirit Festival, everything is lifted.
Work for the S&F Foundation also takes place within the party, and as a father, I want to see the children’s joyful faces.
…And then.
“Then, tonight’s highlight: Please enjoy the magnificent dance of ‘Desert Gem Butterfly,’ Noelle… Eh, Paula will be performing too? Ah, well… Please enjoy their mother-daughter stage!”
Before Carlos could finish his flustered greeting, Noelle and her only daughter, Paula, leaped onto the stage.
“A gem butterfly with a daughter!?”
“Did she show up!?”
The audience trembled in shock. And there, holding hands, appeared Paula, who despite being eight years old, wore a sexy outfit just like Noelle’s, yet displayed lively steps contrasting with Noelle’s sensuality, occasionally waving both hands innocently at me.
“Papa!”
”…What the heck is this guy!”
“The Onyx’s stallion son-in-law!”
…Yes, that’s right. I expected to shrink back under the men’s murderous glares… but instead, the atmosphere shifted to something like, “Well, if it’s him, there’s no avoiding it.”
Wait, no, isn’t that fine with you guys?
“Hoho, well, it’s an open secret that your master is dragging around a dragon,” one of them said.
”…I’m still trying to keep it under wraps, though.”
“There’s plenty of indirect evidence anyway. Besides, rumors of your exploits are starting to spread. They’re even being sung in the taverns!”
“Seriously?” I wanted to ask… …No, wait. If “stallion son-in-law” is his nickname, maybe his deeds aren’t as glorified as they seem. It might be better not to hear them at all.
Then, with my mind wandering, Paula quickly saw through me.
“Papa! Look at me properly! I’m going to take off my clothes!”
“Don’t do that!”
An eight-year-old should not strip naked and draw attention. And besides, Mom shouldn’t pretend to undress either. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival after all.