Frena, Neia’s daughter, is indeed a bit of a rascal, but she is by no means promiscuous. I believe that.
Neia herself has long since lost any resistance to sex, yet she is not the type to seek it out on her own. There’s no way she would engage in anything resembling “sex education” for her children.
Well, normally one wouldn’t expect such things anyway, but in our household, they happen quite often. After all, look at it: the female slaves who are my mother live happily in full nudity within the Palace. If the children grow up there until they develop both body and mind, they inevitably cannot help but become fascinated by opposite-sex bodies and sex.
Well, it’s hardly the time to start blindfolding things again, and even without citing examples like the Cat Beast Colony or Mist Palace, there are worlds in existence where culture is liberally open regarding sexuality and nudity.
Drawing inspiration from the wisdom of long-lived races who believe that providing choices based on proper knowledge is best, we have adopted a policy of teaching our children openly and without reservation about both the fact that “we are a special family” and the various aspects of sex from an early age.
Well, I’m not entirely confident that this will cultivate average ethical standards, but as the female slaves—who come from diverse races, classes, and nationalities—say, such things vary by social class and country to begin with, so I’ve decided to accept that.
Still, perhaps I shouldn’t talk too much about the pleasures of sex with my daughter. On the other hand, it’s important to be prepared with adequate answers to questions like, “Why do you want me to rub your penis while waiting fully naked without any shame?”
Also, when teaching, I firmly believe we must emphasize that this is strictly for “after becoming adults.” Cases like Marthe from Cosmos Tenpo or our own Eleania are exceptions, truly special instances.
…Wait, back in the old Southern Deserts, girls could marry at twelve, so was that okay? Is it still part of the current system in some Elven territories?
Y-you know what, other places have their ways; we have ours.
…But since Eleania exists as a real example, doesn’t “we have our ways” become a self-contradiction?
Ah, come on now.
Anyway, lately Frena has been strangely seeking attention from me in a sexual manner.
“Ele is already beyond help, but I want to make Frena give up. She’s so cute; if she just grows up a bit more, she’ll definitely be popular… Popular… Kuu!”
“Why are you looking so regretful…”
“Imagine those men around there laughing and talking to such a lovely daughter… And imagining her being completely satisfied with it… What kind of trial that is for a father!!”
”…Ahaha.”
Neia, giving an awkward laugh because she doesn’t know how to respond.
Right now, I’m returning from delivering blacksmithing work in town.
In Polka, where numerous blacksmith shops have opened due to population growth, there are still few ordinary jobs available for me, though a few do come through.
Well, it’s less about my skill and more that when other easily accessible shops are busy, I manage to get commissions only by advertising, “We can do it here!”
I’ve even placed a sign near the counter of the inn I’m managing that reads “Smaison Armory: Accepting All Blacksmithing Requests,” but apparently, people won’t bother asking unless absolutely necessary.
Jeanne still helps out as usual, and the quality is certainly reliable. But wouldn’t it be better not to use words like “all-around” or “miscellaneous”?
…I hope the female slaves aren’t subtly obstructing my requests because they think my sexual frequency drops when I’m busy?
“If you’re so reluctant, I suppose Frena could just take you instead.”
“Don’t give up so casually, Neia. Children need a place where they can sleep in peace. If the parents who are supposed to protect them turn their desires toward them, there’s nowhere left to hide.”
“Is that so… When I’m being held, I feel most secure and can sleep soundly, so I don’t really understand.”
”…You’re also a special case, then.”
It was pointless appealing to Neia, who couldn’t even comprehend the concept of parents in the general sense and endured an excessively harsh adolescence.
In fact, if one looks at it calmly, sleeping while being continuously penetrated and filled inside by me might be more restful than sleeping anywhere soft and quiet. That could arguably be classified as a special fetish.
“But Frena isn’t a foolish child either… She’s the kind who will do absolutely nothing she truly dislikes, so I don’t think it’s just simple rivalry against Ele-chan.”
“Perhaps she simply doesn’t know about romance?”
“If you say that, I think quite a few would relate to that… Even I’m suspicious whether I had proper romantic feelings before having sex.”
”…Yeah. Sorry.”
I pushed the issue forcefully because if I left it alone, she’d probably die dramatically on her own. Yes.
Besides, among the female slaves, there are quite a few for whom sex comes before romance. Cases like cat-beast pairings clearly show that sexual desire and reproduction take priority.
If I don’t have that, things get complicated again—I find myself unable to move freely. It’s troublesome.
“I wish you’d just say it if all you wanted was some affection. But since you can’t bring yourself to say that, maybe you’re pretending to resist like Elia so I’ll still give in…?”
“Well, who knows? She’s definitely lonely about it.”
Naea smiles softly.
She’s adorable. It’s typical for elves; she hasn’t aged much since we first met.
The only difference now is that her belly has grown quite large.
“As for me, I won’t be paying too much attention to Frena for a while, so it would really help if you stayed completely devoted to your father until the next child weans.”
“Handing them off to their father isn’t a bad idea, but shouldn’t there be some limit to what’s acceptable!?”
”…Well, that’s just it. It’s not like Selen, but… she’s my daughter.”
She looks away.
”…Whether you love me or whether you love sex, I guess it all comes down to blood.”
“That’s a dangerous theory because if couples who marry for love end up having incestuous relations!”
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Well, that’s the thing.
At its root, this stems from the harem ethics where “not monopolizing one man” are accepted as normal. Once someone crosses that line and treats family members as more than just relatives, it becomes incredibly hard to reject the idea that “next will be me.”
After all, I naturally love my beautifully raised daughters dearly—completely unrelated to any sexual meaning.
If they come running toward me from their own side, I can’t push them away.
If this were a proper married couple, there’d be a solid defense like “I’m devoted only to Mom,” but I don’t have that at all. So when my beloved daughter shows such intense affection for me, I lack the necessary move to cut it off. Since I’ve already allowed Elia’s intrusion, it’s even more difficult now.
“E-Even so, touching a girl your age is…”
“She’s already bigger than me.”
“Is Jeanne sitting there?”
When characters like Jeanne, Ailina, or Solis appear, even the younger ones fall within range, making my defenses fragile in that sense too.
“When I reach this height, Cosmo Mom laughed and said it wouldn’t be unreasonable as long as we’re careful about pregnancy…♪”
“That person…!”
Vapor Palace, hot spring area.
In the end, I can’t push away Frena, who straddles me while lying down with her slender legs spread apart, widening her own labia.
“After all, if you have a daughter, wouldn’t you want to make sure her first time is yours…? I know that kind of thing…♪”
“That’s normally not allowed!”
”…Then maybe we could just stick something random around here?”
“There’s no way that would work!?”
“What about letting some random guy from Grance do it?”
“Just thinking about it makes me die.”
That’s underhanded, that leading question. There’s no way a father would say yes. He wouldn’t say yes.
I do feel like Elenia said something similar to me once, but did someone give her the idea? …There are too many people who seem like they might have done it.
“Well, then it’s only up to Dad to make it happen…♪”
“Normally, you don’t go that far accommodating Papa’s wishes!”
No, I’m not saying I want my daughter to be used. What I absolutely can’t stand is having her casually defiled with some easy tool, or worse, by a man she doesn’t even know. No, even if it’s someone she knows, the feeling that something so helpless must remain untouched is beyond any reason—it just has to stay that way.
“This isn’t about Dad’s wish… it’s mine too… we’re in love, after all♪”
“Gugu…”
Frena slowly lowers herself. On her face, which still bears a strong resemblance to Neia’s youthful features, I can see a tension mixed with excitement, right at the breaking point.
Just listening to her words might make it sound lewd, but she must have hesitated many times in her own way, made a decision, and pushed herself forward so she wouldn’t turn back.
And the few female slaves and other women present in the hot spring area are watching her bold act with gentle smiles.
Should I stop them? Father and daughter trying to have sex? Isn’t that normally impossible?
“N-No need to imitate Elenia like that…!”
”…Let me see you imitate it.”
Frena murmurs softly.
My tension shifts slightly, and I flinch. It feels like I’ve touched something I shouldn’t have. Even though I’ve had many relationships with various girls before, I can sense the signs of an approaching wave.
So, will Frena…?
“Let me see you imitate it…!! Hold me like Mom or Elenia did, love me with all your heart, cherish me… Why am I not allowed to do that!?”
“That’s why, regarding things like that, Dad…”
“I want Dad to do it! I want him to make me feel good, and for me to feel good too… If Elenia is okay with it, then I should be fine too! Like Mom, we can hold each other tightly until we’re exhausted, share our pleasure… I want to be happy. Why isn’t that allowed!? I don’t want anyone else to make me feel good!”
“Aaah…”
No, I truly cannot argue against this.
My daughter is thinking of me wholeheartedly. She understands everything and is offering her entire body only to me. Just that alone fills my heart, and once again, I find myself unable to bring up any counterexamples.
This isn’t about procreation… Well, if it were done with proper contraception, it would be pointless anyway. In fact, Elenia has already accepted it under those conditions.
“It’s okay, right…?”
”…Yes.”
“It’s okay, right?”
”…Y-Yes.”
I lose.
Overwhelmed by my daughter’s intensity, I agree to lower myself and let her father’s penis enter her vagina.
She is truly adorable. Though she can be a spirited mare, she troubles me more than anyone else, yet she remains the treasure of both me and Neia.
My daughter, like her mother and older sister, turns her feelings toward me, wanting to feel my body through hers and make me feel it too.
This transgression is the second time for Elenia, yet the moment of entry—the sheer devastation of breaking through, that exhilarating despair standing back-to-back with love—never grows old.
Ah. No good… it’s the same as before. Feeling so much love and transgression makes me incredibly weak.
“Dad…♪ Come on, you’re going deeper again… now that we’ve reached this point… Dad, help me… all the way… aaah!?”
“Ugh… Frena… ah!”
As my clumsy daughter slowly lowers her hips… before I can fully penetrate her, an overwhelming ejaculation erupts. The terrifying pressure of my release pushes against her hymen even faster than my penis could. Her still-young, far-too-strong vaginal muscles trap the semen, swelling the depths of her vagina like a squirrel’s cheek pouch.
“Aaah… Dad, s-suddenly…♪” Perhaps, as a side effect of contraception, Cosmos-san cast a spell to dull the pain for us? She isn’t complaining nearly as much as I expected. But amidst the turbulent waves of conflicting emotions—having ejaculated inside another daughter’s womb again—I’m utterly breathless with pleasure.
…No good. If this becomes an addiction… if I carve further motives into myself to touch my daughters like this, it won’t do. Yet, thinking so, I thrust deep into the swollen depths of her hymen, finishing what I’d started, and immediately begin again.
It feels good. Unbearably good. I’m being made happy by the daughter I love.
“Amazing… Dad, you’re so good… I want to too…♪”
Frena clings to me as if collapsing, right at my chest.
“Just like Elenia… do it to me…♪”
Not out of rivalry, but driven by envy that’s finally within reach.
My daughters breathe heavily, filled with happiness.
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“Do the daughters look alike?”
“They do, don’t they? Can’t help it, we’re half-elves, after all…♪”
While watching Frena, who had fainted from being thoroughly bred multiple times inside, and Elenia, who came later to continue the act, both displaying their lustful forms, the two half-elf mothers—proud of their ample bellies and breasts—chatted cheerfully while enjoying a warm bath.
…Is it okay to laugh at this? Can I just dismiss it because they’re half-elves? But having lost, I had nothing to say; all I could do was satisfy Elenia.