This is a story set roughly ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. I’m forty now.
Somewhere around the time Elenia turned thirteen, she stopped calling me “Papa.”
Why? Was it because I gave her a staff for her birthday that glowed at the tip and spun around?
Irina had said before yesterday, “If you’d given this to a toddler instead, they’d’ve gone wild,” but being told that kind of comment beforehand doesn’t help when you’re standing there holding it.
Besides, the problem is with all you wealthy types just giving orders and having your subordinates whip up the finest clothes and accessories for everyone. I have no choice but to compete on skill alone; besides, carving runes doesn’t mean I can conjure anything out of thin air just by getting a sudden flash of inspiration—I’m not that young anymore.
…Nope, complaining about Irina’s reaction isn’t going to fix anything. The issue is Elenia. “Elie, please. Papa, give me one more shot. Okay?” “Huh?” After I clasped my hands together and begged for a redo on the gift, her response was that ice-cold “Huh?”
This will kill me.
Elenia sports lustrous golden hair, reminiscent of her mother’s, cut in a bob with slightly longer bangs on the left side as some kind of key feature; she gets this trimmed by Selen about once every two weeks.
Since Elenia learned to stand upright, Selen has been fussing over her freely, but it’s hardly an exaggeration to say that even now, in terms of hairdressing skill, Selen is top-tier, bordering on Polka itself.
Elenia acts a bit ambiguous toward me lately, yet she loves her mother completely without issue; she often tells Selen in a mildly scolding tone, “My hair’s getting too long, isn’t it?” and receives an “Oh my” from Selen with a rueful苦笑.
As for her ears, unlike Selen or Ange, who look indistinguishable as elves at first glance, Elenia’s are clearly short and apparently immobile.
Back in the day, I’d playfully poke and prod them while giving her baths, but Kristi absolutely freaked out when she saw it by chance.
Ever since I was told that kissing lips is considered safer for elves than touching ears, I swore never to mention this again to Elenia.
Though I love Elenia dearly, I’m aware where the line lies for a father. “Huh? So, a birthday present? That spinning thing?” “Yeah. I was thinking about making something even better than that…” “Even better? How exactly are you going to make it even better?” “Well… honestly, nobody walks around carrying that staff anyway, so maybe it wasn’t practical enough. More like an elegant, moving piece of interior decor—something fun to glance at whenever the mood strikes and sits in the room…”
“I really dislike that aspect of Andy’s.”
“Guh!”
Rejected with a brusque dismissal in a tone entirely unlike those used by the female slaves, I feel like I’m about to vomit blood.
This is bad. If I don’t drink some spirit spring soon, things will get worse.
Also, as you’ve heard, after my transformation, everyone calls me “Andy,” dropping the father title completely.
“Admittedly, that was just a mere toy; Peter enjoyed it more, so I gave it to him immediately.” “You gave it away…”
That’s just how cruel kids can be.
You should say, “Next year I’ll make something even better,” right? Or do you plan on churning out all kinds of trash forever until I accept it? Are you bored? Trying to kill time?
“P-Papa, stop it. I’m still trying my best here!”
“Moms keep saying that, but honestly, Andy just rubs around mom’s and the sisters’ breasts and asses making weird noises. Is there any real effort going on?”
“Stop it! You don’t see what I do behind closed doors! There are still things you don’t understand where I’m putting in extra effort!”
The truth is, Elenia doesn’t understand… more accurately, even I often don’t fully grasp what I’m doing.
This vague phrasing exists because my current activities are being supported by the brains of Irina, Tetes, and Ms. Cosmos.
Recently, they’ve founded an impressive organization called the Smaison & Forest Foundation, sending themselves to various oddly high-society parties and festivals where they’re forced to give speeches.
Although I intended smithing as my main profession, frankly, I couldn’t make any real living from my handiwork alone. Jeanne has better taste and more stamina; even Jacky is still ahead of me.
In that state, thinking “I should earn on my own and support the female slaves” was far too arrogant.
But once I started worrying about it, Irina invited me to try a side job. Half-skeptical but giving it a shot… I ended up giving speeches myself; with Irisana, Duchess Lenvanguis Tetes, and Cosmos—who wields immense connections especially in the southern deserts—lending their support, we’ve attracted various businesses centered around Carlwin, Grangi, and the Northern Forests, generating substantial income.
I deliver the speeches they ask me to give on a monthly basis, acting as a shield against those who approach us for purely lewd reasons (three women looking that good always attracts them), while mostly just watching from the sidelines as they work out their actual agenda.
Sometimes our conversations drift so far off-topic that they have absolutely nothing to do with Karlwin or Grandjé, and I worry we might be going about it all wrong—but somehow, things seem to be working out after all. Honestly, the political overtones of everything are beyond my understanding. So when pressed on what we’re actually doing, I can only say, “I have no clue, but something’s being done.”
As for how I spend my other time… well, I go about making stuff while people call it “junk.”
”……You really should stop touching girls’ boobs and asses in front of the kids, huh?”
“It never was too late to begin with?”
“There’s no way but to ban children from this place.”
This is taking place at what used to be a secret hot spring, now massively expanded from the open-air bath and sprawling until it rivals even Mr. Carlos’s estate in size—currently known as the “Vapor Palace.”
“Palace” might sound like the Dragon Palace, but since there are always dozens of dragons present, they aren’t entirely wrong; the dragons themselves insist on calling it that, so it remains just that.
While homes in the new district can accommodate ten to fifteen people, there are simply too many officials and residents coming to Polka for them all to be housed there alone.
Furthermore, bare-skinned groups like the blue dragons would cause such a massive scandal if seen entering or leaving the city streets that the only logical solution was to build a gigantic fortress where women could come seeking me and dragons could roam naked without anyone complaining! This grandiose plan was championed by Lieda and Irina back ten years ago.
Honestly, looking at the blueprints made me think it was all a joke; it looked less like a house and more like a castle or a base. I suspected Grudge had just gotten arrogant from his recent success.
However, strong support came our way from Breakcore and Dierl.
“It would be better if there were structures connected to the barrier. Every time Breakcore steps outside, leaving the barrier open at an outdoor spot poses too great a risk. If we create an enclosed fortress that the dragons can guard, we can drastically reduce those risks.”
That was their rationale, and it gained approval at the clan council.
Although clearing just 200 meters of land is a small percentage from the perspective of the entire forest, for humans to do so without permission would invite arrows without question—a massive undertaking indeed.
Consequently, dragons and the teachers from the Northern Legion cleared the land openly, constructing towering stone walls and imposing arched roofs covered in intricate markings designed to become transparent when heated, allowing light to filter through.
Thanks to this, while maintaining a sense of open sky during hot summer afternoons, beneath the roof lies a vast spa area as expansive as a Talch oasis.
Although it was originally designed to be even deeper, we’ve now limited it to a maximum depth of 30 centimeters so children won’t drown—even though lying down is required for anyone wanting to get fully submerged.
Centred around this spa area, the structure features interconnected zones including a sleeping quarters capable of housing around three hundred people, a dining hall (where cat children and elves train before entering the workforce), leisure areas (housing my invention workshop alongside a dance stage), and a dedicated dragon take-off and landing zone. Literally speaking, it has become a palace-like expanse.
Yet this immense space belongs exclusively to those connected to me.
Specifically, female slaves, offspring of the cat colony, employees of the Cosmos household, members of Onyx’s maid group (acting as convalescence workers; after I told them they were welcome, they voluntarily organized a five-person rotating shift system and began staying year-round), women from both the Misty and Crystal Palaces, and many others. These are girls who can lie naked with complete impunity even knowing that I am a lecherous breeding stallion.
And of course, the children themselves. Since they were still so young, I hesitated to leave them in someone else’s care anyway; plus, the sheer size of the place kept them far away from any harem scenes.
In such an environment, spending time completely naked became optional for everyone within the facility.
Here, blue dragons naturally remained undressed, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for sexual purposes, there is no distinction between men and women. Guests invariably end up living their lives fully naked upon arriving here.
Consequently, my children have grown accustomed to nudity around others. Once they visit, they’re constantly exposed to a dozen or more unfamiliar beauties appearing and disappearing in succession—some soaking in the springs, others embracing me naked on my shoulders.
…I figured that such things were fine while the kids were still young.
We maintain relationships with dozens of partners explicitly centered around open sexual activity. Given how I came to hold this position, keeping it hidden from the children would have been difficult anyway.
While the most educationally damaging aspect was the closed environment warping common sense (and triggering heat-rushing behavior) in the cat-beast people, I couldn’t exactly tell my child “We don’t accept cats at Polka anymore” just because they were born there either.
Plus, there were arguments that we could simply insist it’s a culture of nudity. Mainly from dark elves and Maya.
However, try pushing that logic past Elenia yourself next time.
It doesn’t mean everything is fine if you flaunt it openly.
No matter how much you frequent a sanctuary of total nudity, daughters absolutely don’t want to see their dads doing all sorts of lewd things in public. Minister Ashton commands a fair amount of respect from the children, yet simultaneously despises them; he may be an attractive male to his wives, but to the kids, he is simply nothing special. Of course, I am exactly the same way.
However.
“I understand that your firstborn daughter is absolutely adorable. But we also have many other daughters and sons, and as the head of the family, you cannot dance to the tune of just one person’s opinion.”
This was Aurora saying it right in the middle of the spa area, leaning heavily against me while persistently guiding her hand toward my ass. Of course, we were both completely naked.
She’s been the same since we met. Since she hasn’t had any kids yet, the children call her “Big Sis Aurora”.
“Andi’s job is to touch breasts. Rather, his real job is to get a boner inside.”
Then Luna’s got me by the dick and rubbing it hard and fast.
Just like I thought, the mother of six (three times, two at a time) might have lost her shape… but instead, she feels even more charming than in her youth.
It’s not just my changing tastes… Right? The Spring of Life’s effect and Ms. Hilda’s beauty treatments are bringing benefits to all the female slaves.
Luna’s probably a side effect of childbirth; her breasts have grown about two cup sizes bigger since I first met them, giving off amazing resistance and making the elf girls jealous. Her face and skin still look well in her early twenties.
“Child education is important, but raising too normal a child isn’t enough compared to letting Andi’s children give up on things they should. Andi’s already too famous.”
“But saying that…”
“Truthfully, half-elf kids like ours would be persecuted everywhere else. Even so, Andi has rooted us in Polka to reconcile humans and elves, invited people from both Celesta and Karlwin… creating a place where anyone can be themselves regardless of how it goes. Children born to such a person would actually be unhappy if they got caught up in ordinary Trott standards.”
”…”But I still want Eliena to like me. It’s easy to say she doesn’t fit, but right now I like Eliena the way she is.”
“You’re being too proud as parents.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely being too proud as parents.”
The two veteran female slaves nod at each other.
Then comes a pash-pash sound of footsteps.
“In the first place,”
She comes closer kicking her legs into the shimmering water of the white bath, completely naked.
“Eliena-chan really loves Andi-san, right?”
“She does.”
“She truly does.”
“Bothered… because lately her eyes are so cold…”
“If she was genuinely repulsed, she wouldn’t come just to see you touching another woman’s tits. She could live in the city without coming here at all.”
“B-but that doesn’t mean—”
“To be a normal girl by Trott standards, once you’re ten, you’d never say it’s okay for your father to see you naked. That’s pretty much how things are around here.”
“T-that means there’s a problem with my education!”
Elenia still comes here even now and shows me everything without any hiding.
But that’s because our family is like this; at other houses, such things would rightfully be called “shameful.”
“I’m seeing it because I want to see it. Kids can’t help but speak when they notice something glaring.”
“No, if your own father was surrounded by horny women all day with his dick fully exposed and obsessed with tits, most people would be disillusioned. I probably would too.”
“That’s because you feel betrayed by mom. But there isn’t any woman here who feels disillusioned with Andi-san.”
“Are you guys going too far in validating this style just because you’re horny?”
“Andi-san is just too sensitive about it.”
“Hmm.”
“If she wants to leave, I’d let her go—that’s what parents should be. After all, kids eventually fly the nest.”
“Oh no, Eli won’t leave—don’t say that!”
No matter how much they call me a “doting parent,” the nightmare of seeing my adorable daughter turn to another man for her cutest smile is still real for any dad.
Of course I know I have to admit it sooner or later to not be a bullshit parent, but… Or if someone says I’m expecting normal maturity from Eliena because I’m anticipating that exact development? In a way, that would be true.
By the way, Luna and Apple are called “Luna Mom” and “Apple Mom.” Kids and female slaves alike seem resistant to calling them all “Mom” uniformly, so until they have children, they’re referred to as “Big Sis”.
…Which leads to the complicated situation where I call anal-loving Brood Dragon Jureen “Mom” and his mother, Mischera, “Big Sis.”
We leave the “Vapor Palace” and walk through the evening city. The sunset fades away behind the children’s snake ridge in the west, and a fleeting blue darkness descends.
I run back to the warm, nostalgic home where Dad and Mom wait, longing for a dinner we can all enjoy together.
And now, here in Polka, though still brightly lit and bustling even today.
It might not quite measure up as a true metropolis, but I reckon it’s grown considerably livelier since I came home fifteen years ago.
“Dad worked pretty hard on this, you know.”
It’s impossible to say exactly how much of Polka’s revitalization should be credited to me personally, but there’s no way I’m lying when I claim that my decision was the first step in bringing this scene to life.
I hope this town accepts that a boy who, from birth, knew nothing beyond squeezing Apple’s tits and amounted for little more than a horny kid still managed to make it to this point. Still, even I’m dreaming of creating a kinder city for those born here—and thanks to everyone giving their blessing, that dream came true.
I think I can take some pride in at least that much.
“You’re no useless dad who can only churn out stupid toys… surely if anyone found out you were my father, they’d be jealous of what you’ve actually accomplished.”
I muttered those words under my breath while gazing upon the city lights.
“I know,” I said aloud when called on suddenly from behind.
Startled, I stumbled and tangled my feet, nearly falling flat on my face.
“O-oh no…”
”…What are you doing? Didn’t you just say that to me?”
“I… was here! I thought it would go unnoticed if I snuck up behind you!”
“I figured since it was Andy speaking with such romantic flair!”
”…I didn’t notice anything, but were you even in the Palace?”
“Because I saw something so gloomy about your face that you went there.”
You’re following me around. And no doubt you heard me complaining to Aurora and Luna along the way. Elves have notoriously excellent hearing; surely you got everything I said.
“Look, it’s not like I think I’m acting stupid.”
”…Eh? Well, maybe that’s not what I meant at all.”
“I didn’t say I disliked your birthday present! And I certainly didn’t mean for you to be downcast!”
Elenia snapped back at me in an angry tone.
“Stop it. Dad feels completely devastated whenever he hears a teenager talk like that.”
“True, giving Peter the item so quickly was probably wrong on my part…”
”…But why don’t you just call me ‘dad’ all the time?”
“I’m not that old yet!”
”…Nonsense. You’re dad no matter how many years go by. People don’t suddenly switch to formal behavior just because they’ve aged a bit.”
“You’re wrong!”
“Wrong?”
I have no idea what’s going on here. The culture must be different.
Or perhaps it’s punishment for trying to forcibly implant an accidental full-naked culture in you without thinking things through first.
“But I don’t want Mother, Sister, and everyone else always occupying me, you know? Plus, my body is already starting to resemble Sister Irina’s! That’s exactly why…”
“Hold on a sec. I sense you’re about to say something very problematic.”
“Since I’m Mommy’s kid, I figure it’ll end up just the right size for Andy too!”
“Okay, calm down, Elenia. Stop right there.”
I’m getting the picture now. What I mean is, she’s heading in the wrong direction. Basically, if she just says “Dad” without implying anything else, she won’t be seen as a woman by me or anyone around here.
“There’s no way I’d ever touch your breasts even if they were amazing.”
“Why?”
“Because your momma didn’t raise a girl to be touched like that.”
“But Andi always touches everyone when there are mothers and sisters around—Jureen Mamma, Michele Sissy, Maya Sissy, Asty Sissy. And in the Cat Beastman colony, Anis… what was her name again?”
“That’s Tanya. Those people aren’t family, so they’re different.”
“But I am your daughter, and you’re my father!”
“There is an ocean-deep chasm between touching someone else’s child and your own.”
“What’s ‘the ocean’ now?”
“Let’s just leave that for next time. For now, don’t try to get your head around it.”
“No way! I absolutely will! Even if I have to team up with Tettes Mamma!”
“What the hell do you mean by ‘do it’?! And stay away from Tettes like the plague!”
“But I want to spend every day with Andi too! So what else am I supposed to do?!”
It seems people liked me more than I expected. That’s good, okay. But…
My daughter’s been infected by all sorts of twisted values out there. Look here, Elenia. Your dad didn’t have kids like that in mind. No father should ever look at his own daughter with eyes like that—and if you do, that makes you the worst kind of person.
And one more thing about Tettes: disappear behind Elenia’s back right now! Seriously, where did she come from?! She’s giving me major horrors compared to anything else I’ve seen lately!