Ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is now forty.
When Elenia turned thirteen, she stopped calling me “Papa.”
Why? Did I ruin things by making her a birthday gift—a staff with a glowing tip that spun around? Irina told me, “If you’d made this for a younger kid, it would’ve been an absolute hit,” but knowing that the day before doesn’t exactly help when you’re trying to figure out why she’s mad.
Besides, isn’t it your fault, you rich bastards, just barking orders at your subordinates and having them whip up the finest clothes and accessories? I have to compete on skill alone, and let’s face it—I’m not some young genius anymore who can conjure anything up in a flash of inspiration.
…Well, no point complaining about Irina’s reaction. The problem is Elenia.
“E-elia, 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 gonna die.
Elenia keeps her mother’s radiant blonde hair cut into a bob, though the left side hangs slightly longer as a stylistic touch. She gets it trimmed every two weeks by Selen. Since Elenia learned to stand, Selen has been handling all sorts of tasks with impressive ease, but honestly, calling anyone else in Polka a better barber than her would be an insult.
Elenia’s attitude toward me lately is…微妙 (shaky), but she loves her mom without reservation. She often complains to Selen in a teasing tone, “My hair’s grown too long again?” and just gets a weary chuckle in return.
As for my ears—they’re clearly shorter than those of the elves like Selen or Anjou, who can move them at will. Back when Elenia was little, I’d playfully pinch her ears while she was in the bath, but Cristy caught me once and gave me hell for it. After being told that kissing lips is still “safe” elven etiquette, I swore to myself never to mention it to Elenia again.
I love my daughter dearly, but I know where the line lies as a father.
“What? A birthday present? The spinning thing?”
“Yeah. I was thinking of making something better than that…”
“Better? How do you even define ‘better’?”
“Well… since we can’t exactly walk around with that staff all day, and it was too impractical anyway, I thought maybe—something decorative but functional? Like an ornate piece you’d put in the room to admire whenever you feel like it…”
“I absolutely hate that kind of thinking, Andy.”
“Guh—”
The female slaves’ collective rejection hit me with such force I nearly choked on my own blood. Oh crap, I need to drink from the Spirit Spring later.
And just so everyone knows: after the transformation, people don’t call me “Father” anymore—they just say “Andy.” Yeah, they drop the honorifics straight up.
“True, that thing was basically a toy, and Peter loved it more, so I gave it to him right away…”
“Gave it away…?”
Kids can be cruel like that.
“That’s exactly where you’re supposed to say, ‘Next year I’ll make something even better.’ So are you planning on churning out garbage until I’m satisfied? Are you bored? Trying to kill time?”
“N-no, stop! Papa’s still trying his best!”
“Mom and the sisters always say that, but honestly, all Andy does is grope their breasts and asses like a perverted degenerate. What exactly are you ‘trying your best’ at?”
“Stop it! You don’t see what I’m doing behind closed doors, okay? Things you wouldn’t understand!”
Truthfully, Elenia doesn’t get it—and honestly, even I’m not entirely sure myself.
The reason for my vague explanations is that Irina, Tetes, and Cosmos are now the brains behind my operations. Recently, they launched something fancy called the Simson & Forest Foundation, constantly dragging me to high-society parties and festivals where I get forced into speeches.
I never intended to be a blacksmith as a career, but honestly, my handiwork isn’t making me any money. Jeanne has better sense and stamina; Jackie’s still ahead of me too. In that situation, thinking “I’ll earn my own keep and support the female slaves” was absurdly arrogant.
That’s when Irina suggested I try some side hustle. Skeptical as hell, I gave it a shot—and ended up giving speeches while Irina (the clan leader), Tetes (Marquis of Renfanggas), and Cosmos (who wields immense influence across the Southern Deserts) chimed in with support. Thanks to them, we’ve attracted businesses from Karlwin, Grunz, and even centered operations around the Northern Forests, generating real profits.
I give a speech once a month whenever they ask me to, acting as a shield against obviously lust-driven suitors (and since all three women are stunningly beautiful, plenty show up), while mostly just watching them handle the negotiations. Sometimes we discuss topics completely unrelated to Karlwin, Grunz, or the Northern Forests, and I’m constantly worried we’re going to crash and burn—but somehow, it’s working.
Honestly, the politics are so complex I don’t even understand half of it. So when someone asks, “What exactly are you doing?” all I can say is, “I dunno, but we’re doing something.”
As for the rest of my time… well, people call me a “garbage maker,” but I’m still crafting things.
”…Maybe I should stop touching girls’ breasts and asses in front of kids anyway.”
“It’s not like it’s too late to change now?”
“There’s no choice but to ban children from entering this area.”
This conversation took place at the former secret hot spring, now massively expanded from its original open-air pool into what used to be Carlos’s estate-sized complex—currently known as the “Vapor Palace.”
…Calling it a “palace” might remind people of Dragon Palace, but since dozens of dragons are always present, it’s not entirely wrong. The dragons themselves insist on calling it that, so we’ll go with it.
The new city-center house can comfortably accommodate ten to fifteen people, but anyone coming to Polka can’t all be lodged there. Plus, nude tribes like the Blue Dragons cause such a scandal just by appearing in public that if they’re going to stir up trouble anyway, why not build a massive compound where women come specifically to see me, and dragons roam naked without anyone complaining? That grand plan was spearheaded by Lieda and Irina ten years ago.
Honestly, when I first saw the blueprints, I thought it was a joke. This wasn’t a house—it looked more like a fortress or military base. Was Grunz just getting cocky after his success?
…But then came powerful backing from Breakcore and Diel. “A structure interfacing with barriers would be ideal. Every time Breakcore goes outside, leaving the barrier open in the open is too risky. If we build an enclosed compound guarded by dragons, the risk drops significantly.”
Thanks to that logic, the Clan Council approved it without hesitation.
Carving out a 200-meter-wide section from the entire forest might not seem like much on a big scale—but for humans doing it without permission? That’s instant arrows flying everywhere.
So, openly and proudly, the dragons and Northern Forest masters cleared the land, built towering stone walls, and constructed magnificent arched roofs embedded with runic patterns that glow transparent when heat builds up inside.
Nowadays, during summer afternoons, you get a sense of total openness—as if there’s no ceiling above you—while beneath lies a vast hot spring space resembling a Tark oasis.
…Originally planned to be deeper, but since kids might drown, it’s now capped at 30cm deep. You can’t submerge your whole body unless you lie down flat, which is inconvenient as hell.
Centered around this hot spring zone are several interconnected areas: the sleeping quarters (enough beds for ~300 people), dining hall (where cat children and elf kids get trained before heading out to work in the city), leisure zones (including a dance stage and my invention workshop), and even a dedicated dragon takeoff/landing pad. Literally, it’s one giant palace-like complex.
And guess who occupies this massive space exclusively? My people: female slaves, cat colony kids, Cosmos’s employees, Onyx’s maid squad (who came here as a spa retreat but stayed permanently after I said “feel free to come whenever,” spontaneously organizing a rotating three-month leave system with about five members at a time), Misty and Crystal’s ladies from both palaces, plus countless others—including girls who know I’m a perverted stud horse yet still feel completely comfortable being naked around me.
And then there are the kids. They were too young to send away, so since the place is huge, they’re naturally kept far from any lewd scenes anyway.
Within these walls, going fully nude is entirely optional. Naturally, the Blue Dragons live naked here; the central hot spring was originally expanded for erotic purposes, so there’s no gender separation. Guests who visit usually end up living a fully nude lifestyle too.
So my kids are already accustomed to seeing others’ bare bodies. Whenever they come here, dozens of unfamiliar beauties rotate in and out completely naked—some soaking in the springs, others hugging me naked on my shoulders.
…Honestly, while the kids were little, I figured “meh, whatever.” With relationships openly aimed at group sex involving dozens of people, considering how we ended up in this situation, it would’ve been nearly impossible to hide everything from them.
The biggest educational problem was the closed environment distorting common sense (and causing rampant mating urges) among the cat-beasts—but once kids were born, I couldn’t just say, “No more cats accepted in Polka.”
Some even argued, “Just claim nudity is part of our culture.” Mainly from Dark Elves and the Maias.
But let’s test that theory with Elenia hitting me over it.
It’s not as simple as “just act boldly and it’ll be fine.” No matter how much you walk in and out of a hall of total nudity, girls don’t want to see their fathers acting like degenerate degenerates. Even Minister Ashton is respected yet despised by his children despite being charmingly masculine to his wives. To his kids, he’s just… nothing special. Of course, that applies to me too.
But—
“I understand why you can’t stop yourself from finding your eldest daughter adorable. But we have many other daughters and sons too, so as the head of the family, you shouldn’t sway solely based on one person’s opinion.”
In the middle of the hot spring area, Aurora leans against me, repeatedly guiding her hand toward my ass—of course, completely naked.
She hasn’t changed much since we met. Still no kids of her own, so the children call her “Aurora-nee.” “Andrew’s job is touching breasts. In fact, his main duty is fucking,” she said. Then there’s Luna, who’s been squeezing my dick and rubbing it fast and hard like a champ.
Look at that—even though she’s already had six kids (twice in pairs, three times total), I was about to think her figure must’ve collapsed from all that childbirth. But nope, if anything, she looks even more attractive now than back in her youth. It’s not just a shift in my tastes, either. The effects of the Spirit Spring and Hilda’s beauty treatments are benefiting all the female slaves equally.
Luna’s breasts have grown about two sizes bigger since we first met—probably a side effect of giving birth—and they bounce with such incredible give that even the other elves can’t help but envy her. Her face and skin still look like she’s in her early twenties.
“Kids need education, sure. But raising them too properly? No way. If you’re Andrew’s kid, you gotta learn to accept what you can’t change. Andrew’s already too famous.”
“That said—”
“If anything, mixed-breed elves get persecuted everywhere. Yet here he is: rooted in Polka for the sake of protecting all his children, bridging humans and elves, inviting people from Celesta and Carlwin… He made this place a sanctuary where anyone can be themselves no matter what. If a child like Andrew’s gets caught up in Trotte standards’ notion of ‘normal,’ that’d actually make them miserable.”
”…But I still want Eleanor to like me. It’s easy to say she doesn’t fit in, but I really like the Eleanor she is right now.”
“You’re an overprotective dad.”
“Yeah, you’re totally an overprotective dad.”
The two veteran female slaves nodded at each other. Then came a patter-patter of footsteps. “In the first place…”
Even in her dazzling nudity, Apple waded toward us, splashing through the water of the white bathtub.
“Eleanor-chan loves Mamma Andrew, right?”
“She does.”
“She really does.”
“Ugh… but lately her eyes are so cold…”
“If she truly hated you, she wouldn’t even bother coming to watch Andrew touching another woman’s breasts. She could just live in town without ever setting foot here.”
“Well, I mean—”
“And besides, in a normal Trotte household, once a girl hits ten, her father showing her his bare cock and getting off on her mom’s tits all day? That’d be unthinkable! People back home always said that.”
“W-well, maybe there’s something wrong with how we raised her!”
Elenia still comes here often and never hides anything from me.
But that’s only because our house runs like this; in other families, such behavior would rightly be called shameful.
“She notices me because she loves me. Kids can’t help but speak up when they see something they’re drawn to.”
“No, if your own dad was surrounded by lustful women all day long, showing off his junk and drooling over tits, most people’d be horrified. I probably would too.”
“That’s because it feels like a betrayal from the mother. But nobody here is disillusioned with Andrew.”
“Hey, isn’t this style of yours just being overly accepting because you guys want to get laid?”
“Andrew’s just taking it too seriously himself.”
“Yeah.”
“So if they decide to leave, letting them go is parental responsibility. Kids will eventually fly the nest.”
“Ugh, don’t say Eleanor’s gonna leave or anything!”
No matter how much I’m called an overprotective dad, hearing my cute daughter turn her sweetest smile toward another man is a nightmare for any father. Of course, I know deep down that if I never admit it someday, I’ll be the worst kind of dad. And honestly? If someone told me I’m expecting Eleanor to develop normal sensibilities just because I’m planning for that future… well, yeah, that’s exactly what I’m doing.
By the way, Luna and Apple are called “Mama Luna” and “Mama Apple.” The kids and the female slaves alike seem resistant to calling everyone “Mom,” so until they have children of their own, they’re just “Aunty.” …Which means we’ve got this weird situation where anal-lover Blue Dragon Julie gets called “Mama,” while her mother Michelle is referred to as “Aunty.”
We stepped out of the Vaper Palace and walked through the evening streets. The sunset faded behind the western ridge shaped like a coiled serpent, giving way to a fleeting blue twilight. It was that gentle, nostalgic moment when I hurried back home for dinner with Mom and Dad, eagerly anticipating the meal. And now, still brightly lit despite everything, the bustling town of Polka. Not quite a metropolis by modern standards, but I think it’s gotten quite lively since I returned fifteen years ago. “Papa really did his best, you know.”
I can’t say for sure how much of Polka’s revitalization truly counts as my doing. But I definitely took the first step toward making this scene possible. A little pervert kid who used to just jiggle Apple’s tits when he was born… still managed to wish for a kind town where new lives could thrive, and thanks to everyone agreeing with him, that dream came true. I guess I can be proud of that much. “I’m not some useless old man who can only make stupid toys. If you knew what I’ve done, people would envy me—especially knowing you’re my kid.”
Speaking to no one in particular, I murmured while gazing at the city lights. “I know,” someone said suddenly from behind.
Startled, I stumbled and nearly tripped over my own feet.
“W-what are you doing…?”
“Didn’t I tell you to stay away?”
“Eleanor! You’re here!”
“Yes! I thought you’d notice I was sneaking up on you, so I replied! I figured Andrew would come on romantic like that!”
”…You didn’t even notice? Or were you in the palace?”
“I saw your face looking super depressed when you went to the palace…”
She’d been tailing me.
And I bet she heard my complaints about Aurora and Luna too. Elves have great hearing, especially those with elfish ears.
“This makes me look so stupid.”
”…Eh? No, I don’t think that’s true at all.”
“I didn’t say anything about disliking the birthday gift! And I certainly didn’t want you to feel down!”
Elenia snapped sharply, sounding angry.
Stop it. When a dad hears his kid’s voice like that, he takes it personally—no condition needed.
“Okay, giving Peter the present was probably wrong…”
”…But you never call me ‘Dad’ anymore.”
“You’re not old enough yet!”
”…No, being called ‘Dad’ doesn’t stop no matter how many years pass. People don’t suddenly switch to acting like strangers out of nowhere.”
“They do!”
“Do what?”
I have no idea. Cultures differ.
Or maybe I got punished for trying too hard to indoctrinate everyone into our naked-culture mindset?
“This is… because I don’t want Andrew’s territory completely occupied by Mom and Aunty forever! Plus, my body’s almost as developed as Aunty Irina’s now! That’s why—”
“No wait. I have a bad feeling you’re about to say something really messed up.”
“Since I’m Mama’s kid, my breasts will probably grow into something Andrew finds pleasing too!”
“OK, chill out, Eleanor. Stop it.”
Got it, I see where this is going. Basically, if you keep calling me “Papa,” they won’t see me as a woman or anything like that.
“Doesn’t matter how good your tits are, I don’t intend to touch them.”
“Why?”
“Because a daughter’s tits aren’t something like that.”
“But guys like Andy go for both Mom Jureen and Big Sis Michela, and Big Sis Maia and Big Sis Asti whenever there’s mom-and-daughter around. Plus Anis from the Cat Beast Colony and whoever else was it—”
“That’s Tanya-san. Those people were breeding with someone else.”
“So me and Mom are family,” I said.
“There’s a deeper divide between touching another person’s kid and touching your own than there is between the ocean depths and hell itself.”
“What do you mean by ‘ocean’?”
“Next time, I’ll drag you along. For now, don’t even think about preparing yourself for it.”
“No way! You’re totally going to do it! Even if I have to get Tettes-Mom’s help!”
“What are you talking about doing?! And never rely on Tettes, absolutely not!”
“But I want to be with Andy every single day! If that’s the case, there’s no choice but to—”
I was liked far more than I expected. That was… fine. Kind of. But my daughter had been contaminated by too many different values. Look, Ele. Papa didn’t make you with those kinds of intentions in mind. It makes a father worse than the worst scum if he looks at his own daughter like that.
And Tettes—stop appearing behind Elenia without warning. Where did she even come from? Right now, I’m more terrified than by any horror movie.