By the time Basson was still fumbling with sleeve lengths, Polka had already turned into a winter landscape. The coniferous forests were draped in snow, and the grasslands had transformed into blinding white deserts. I used to cry for no reason at that utterly desolate sight when I was a child, now looking back on it with nostalgia. A world stretching endlessly in every direction, stripped of all color… though perhaps that was just a misunderstanding, or maybe a daydream. When you’re young and life is so short, tomorrow feels impossibly far away; next spring seems like a distant future so remote you might even doubt if it’ll truly come. No matter how many times my parents told me, “Once spring arrives, the world will turn green again,” that promise always felt like it belonged to some unreachable horizon. …I once mentioned this to Anzeros, and he just said, “So that’s what seeing the world from the countryside feels like.” Being raised in the city, where he encounters so many different things every single day, he apparently couldn’t understand why anyone would feel despair over a snowy scene. Everyone else was either from places with little snow or from ancient barriers within forests where winter never comes, so only Neia and Johnny really empathized. Keir, being an idiot, just ended it with “What the hell is that?”
When I asked the children about it, they simply didn’t understand the worldview I felt—that the whole world had turned completely white. “If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter; things are always normal there.” “I’m looking forward to staying at Tark during the Spirit Festival!” “Tark sounds great! Can’t I get invited to Cosmo’s mom’s place sooner?” Peter got hit with a stunned look from Elenia. Claudio remained, as always, an angel. Still, it’s amusing to think that thanks to dragons, we’ve been living on a completely different scale from the very beginning. By the way, the Spirit Festival is a tradition where all the dragons gather the children of Polka and send them 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 is more like a recital or presentation. In reality, the main branch of House Onyx is incredibly indulgent toward our kids. They host grand parties where they let them eat their fill, and give out presents and pocket money too. There’s no discrimination among them—not just for children with Ashton Minister’s bloodline, but also for cat-beastfolk hybrids, white elf half-breeds, of course the prostitutes from Cosmo’s household, or even Peter. I started thinking that once we hit over a hundred kids, it might become troublesome, but the magnificent Nancy said, “If you’re stingy when these children are so excited about it, can this really be called a banquet of the greatest Dark Elf merchant guild?” and Carlos had no choice but to agree. But please stop saying things like, “If anyone lays a hand on my daughter, I’ll absolutely cut them down regardless of how angry Nancy gets!” every time you see my face. The kids are imitating it too much! And besides, my daughter is only five; that’s way too young.
###PARA
As for the children who rarely participate in such events, it’s inevitably those from Tetes due to their place of residence.
There are twin siblings: the older sister is Sonia, and the younger brother is Tyrus. Especially Tyrus is expected as the next Marquis of Buster and is doted on by his grandfather, Grandpa Eagle.
“Long time no see, Father.”
“Yeah, it’s been two months.”
I regularly visit the Marquis’s mansion in Rennest to meet with the siblings.
Most other children live in Polka anyway, and if winter comes, they’ll come to Polka Academy and see each other every day. But these two are different.
Grandpa Eagle took matters into his own hands regarding the naming rights, so while it wouldn’t be impossible to forcibly bring them to Polka, living there wouldn’t necessarily offer them a better life than what they have here. Besides, Tetes seems to display elegant social graces as the Marquis of Buster whenever he’s around here, so I don’t think it’s right to force too much truth about their mother onto the children.
Still, I’m wondering lately if this kind of life is a bit correct for a father… or maybe not…
After all, isn’t love what truly matters? Well, in my case… with over 200 children… and spending about half the day mating in the palace… it’s complicated.
Despite the troubles, the siblings are growing up wisely, fitting both their noble status and their heritage as Tetes’ offspring.
“Father, I have a question today.”
“Hmm? Well, since you’re my child, just ask normally 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 in a boyish manner while making an odd expression.
“As soon as Grand Knight Commander Ferios saw me, he collapsed… and it seems somehow my fault. Mother and Knight Commander Berga isolated us in separate rooms. After some time, we were released.”
”…Hmm.”
“It appears to be related to Father… but when I asked Mother, she didn’t give a clear answer.”
”…Well, Tyrus, I think it’s because you look like me.”
“Huh? That’s often said,” he replied.
If I dressed up my childhood self as a noble lady, I’d become Tyrus. He looks so much like me that I can assert it with certainty.
In this regard, setting aside Peter who inherited the name, it seems the legitimate line of the Smaysion family has gone to Tyrus.
“Could it be that Father also reacts the same way when meeting Grand Knight Commander Ferios?”
”…I’ll try a bit harder next time I meet you, but maybe it’s because seeing your face caught me off guard.”
I look away. When Ferris is forced to sit with me, he inevitably transforms into Black Ferris. He won’t actually attack, of course, but he insists on wearing his mask and claiming to be someone else entirely.
As the head of Gold Arms, I really hope you’ll stop these eccentricities soon. Or rather, Mr. Alex (the former Lord Buster) keeps asking me every time we meet, “Can’t you do something about this?” It’s genuinely awkward when he says it to me.
“It’s no good… but honestly, the resemblance isn’t your fault.”
The head of Gold Arms is a national hero.
While the former Lord Buster, once known as the Demon Man, and the other three from my youth have all retired, new Gold Arms are emerging. Among them, I remain immensely popular in Renfanggas thanks to my combat prowess utilizing Earth Drive and my striking appearance.
Yet, I can’t even have a proper conversation with someone like that. It’s hardly pleasant for either of us.
”…But Mom and Sonia always say it’s wonderful that I look like Dad.”
“That’s just… well,”
”…?”
“Hair… I think.”
”…Y-yes, I suppose. That’s reassuring.”
The former Lord Buster once grew his hair back with magic, but the Queen told him, “It feels wrong,” so he gave up on hair transplants. His receding hairline has now gone all the way to the back of his head.
Thinking about that bloodline sends even a twelve-year-old shuddering.
Of course, just because we share facial features doesn’t mean my hair will behave the same way. There’s still a chance I’m purely a member of the Buster family in that regard.
Don’t get careless, son. I think things will probably work out if you come to Polka, but…
Sonia bears no resemblance to me at all.
Her delicate, bright golden hair curls tightly at the tips, her eyelashes are long, her jawline is slim, and her refined features scream “noble lady.” She looks perfect in any of those overly ornate noble gowns.
It’s strange that despite being twins with Tyrus, she doesn’t resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks more like their mother.
In stories like this, it’s a classic trope for someone to wonder, “Is he really my child?” But since my younger twin brother is so much like me, there’s absolutely no room for doubt.
Still, Eagle’s feelings are somewhat understandable given the age gap and how stunningly beautiful she is.
…Yet, despite that, she seems to have inherited Tetes’ talent as a warrior; her physical abilities are extraordinarily high.
“Dad, you were here.”
“Yeah, I said I’d come… but where did you go?”
“To the Gauntlet Knights’ training facility!”
”…Didn’t Grandpa Eagle forbid that? Said it could leave scars on your face.”
“No worries, no worries. Mom even said, ‘Go to Polka; any injury will heal there, so just give it a shot.’”
”…So you want to join the Gauntlet Knights?”
“Hmm, not really? I just find swordsmanship interesting. I might even beat Berga soon.”
”…No, yeah. It’s impressive, but if you get seriously hurt, I can see why Grandpa would be angry.”
Berga, is he really going to let a twelve-year-old like me almost defeat him? He’s probably just holding back and letting me get cocky.
…But on the other hand, there’s that nagging thought: “Maybe…” No wait, if she’s not seriously considering joining the Gauntlet despite her age, what does that mean? If she has high aspirations as a warrior, that’s fine, but if not, I really hope she stops putting herself in danger with those beautiful combat drills.
Sure, injuries can be healed by going to Polka or relying on Break Cores, but that’s only if the injury doesn’t kill you. There’s still a one-in-a-million chance of dying in a training accident. I don’t want to imagine that.
“Anyway, why does getting stronger mean joining the Gauntlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn’t fun at all. If anything, letting a dragon breathe on you would be faster.”
“That kind of counting by ‘dragon breathes’ is something Dad shouldn’t even think about.”
Well, we do end up responding to Renfanggas’s requests and aiding in major monster invasions every year.
But doing it too much affects international relations, so lately, we’ve been holding back from wiping them out completely. Still, the fact that I hold the command authority might be causing some distortion in my daughter’s perception of things.
“Anyway, if you have the arms to become a Gauntlet Knight, you should definitely aim for Ace Knight. Foreigners can take the exam and get awarded one too, right?”
”…Why would Ace Knight be better?”
“Because they get songs written about them.”
That’s the reason?
…Well, sure, I haven’t really heard many bards sing about Gauntlet Knights. Probably because if you’re just kicking monsters’ asses all day, there’s not much story to make into a heroic epic.
“If we’re going to do this, I’d rather be the star of some great hero poem like Siegfried Becker!”
”…Y-Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Aww, but… if I become an Ace Knight, I’ll have to work for the Celesta Army. Then my dream…”
”…No, you can still pursue other dreams through different channels.”
”…Mm-hmm.”
A twelve-year-old with a thousand dreams. Not bad.
The beautiful girl, who bears no resemblance to her parents, shifts her gaze slightly and blushes.
”…I want to work alongside Mom just like Dad does…”
“Ahh… well…”
As a child’s dream, it’s perfectly healthy. Seeing their parents’ example, she admires them and wishes to follow in their footsteps.
Her parents might even be moved to tears by this.
But first off, Tetes is already putting on quite the air of a capable noble here—meaning there’s a disconnect between her image and reality.
And that reality involves me and the other female slaves flying around the world while constantly engaging in sex in our “flying fuck room,” occasionally handling negotiations for the S&F Foundation’s operations.
Even though we’ve been using contraception since having two kids, Tetes—who looks barely twenty despite being in her thirties thanks to frequent visits to Polka—is well into her prime as a woman and her libido is only growing stronger.
Having my daughter aspire to become a mother like that… I’m not sure if I should encourage it or worry about it.
“Swordsmanship is fun, and I admire heroic poems too… but yeah, I still want to work with Mom.”
”…Go for it. But I think Sonia has plenty of other talents as well, surely.”
I offer encouragement while looking away.
She’s only twelve. She can change her dreams many times over; maybe she’ll find something else that suits her better.
It’s just too awkward to reveal the truth about her father and mother from me.
“Oh… one more thing.”
“Mm-hmm.”
”…Once I’ve gained some confidence, I want to settle things with Frena of Grance.”
“Settle it!?”
What’s Frena even doing? You never could cut it with a sword in the end, could you?
”…The other day, when we met at Polka, she threw a spider toy at me… and I was so shocked I almost leaked…”
”…”
Frena. If you don’t stop pranking everyone indiscriminately, you’re going to die.
“I chased her seriously but she got away… oh well, I’ve finally figured out how to use Earth Drive properly too, so this time I’ll make her apologize.”
”…Let me or Tetes handle that. We’ll set up a proper reconciliation meeting.”
“That won’t work! Something’s wrong!”
The beautiful noble girl grits her teeth, frustration seeping through her words.
No, honestly, even if Polka is said to fix things, I don’t want my daughters going at each other for real.
But… yeah, if the parents intervene and force a resolution while on business trips, resentment will only fester anyway.
”…So when I meet Sonia next time, I’ll take the initiative and do a full-on sincere apology first.” The “flying fuck room” takes off from Lennest. From the window, I wave goodbye to the children, then turn back inside and let out a sigh. …Actually, Frena came along this time too. That was close.
Since I’ve been hanging out with Mia around town, there’s always a chance we might run into each other by accident.
“Kneeling like that? That’s ridiculous. Sonia gets all teary over such a tiny prank; she’s just weird.”
Frena turns her head sharply to the side… clad in a bra without cups and panties without crotch, in nothing but erotic lingerie.
She’s still too young to carry any real allure, but being dressed like this in the “sex room” is clearly meant as a countermove against Elenia.
That’s right—Elenia is here too, wearing almost the exact same outfit.
Of course, I didn’t give any orders for this nonsense.
“Well, Sonia’s pretty fickle anyway; she’ll forget about it by spring♪ And now, Master, please pull out your little dick♪”
There’s also Tetes, the current Count Buster acting as our leader, dressed in the same ridiculous getup.
”…No way, you’re really going to make me do this? With a kid? This has to be totally out of bounds.”
“Master, what we’re about to do isn’t breeding—it’s just some skinship.”
“Skinship that involves using your penis is never ‘just’ skinship.”
“Both of you confirmed everything so thoroughly; stop whining. If you keep acting up, Elenia will get annoyed.”
“W-wait a minute! But… where does this even start?”
On the way to Lennest, Tetes had proposed it and I’d enthusiastically shown him how serious I was about having real sex.
If he was so interested, instead of hesitating and hiding things, I should have just shown him the truth and shocked him… so I ejaculated roughly four times into each of Tetes’ three holes.
Tetes prefaced it all by saying, “This is what lovers do; fathers don’t usually do this. If I had to choose between doing this with that old eagle guy or dying, I’d rather be killed outright,” and then he indulged himself thoroughly—but the two of us watching intently didn’t feel afraid at all.
Elenia has always had abnormal desires directed toward me anyway, but Frena is probably just trying to compete with Elenia for half her actions. At least I thought I could make her drop out… but so far, that goal remains unfulfilled.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Fellatio is safe, Papa-san♪”
”…Yeah, there’s no way a girl touching her father’s dick is normal.”
I slowly and painfully erect my penis for Tetes and offer it to both daughters.
Elenia dives in immediately, while Frena squints her eyes but still leans closer.
Tetes places his hands behind my waist and gently moves my penis up and down with a swaying motion.
“It smells so erotic, doesn’t it? The scent of fatherhood… the smell of all that fucking you did just now with me♪”
”…Y-yes…”
”…It stinks.”
What kind of situation is this really? Sighing, I try to hide even a tiny bit of the arousal that’s already started.
My eldest daughter Elenia, whom I’ve raised carefully. Frena, who bounces back but has a lonely heart at her core and loves getting attention.
My two adorable daughters are leaning their faces toward my penis, ready to give me fellatio.
This situation is truly wrong, yet I can’t completely deny the strange surge of excitement I’m feeling.
”…Nnn…”
And then…
Elenia slowly closes her eyes with hesitation and kisses the side of my glans.
Seeing this, Frena wiggles her lips, unsure whether to say something or just keep competing, her small mouth twisting in confusion as she looks up at me.
She squeezes her eyes shut, shrugs it off with a “whatever,” sticks out her tongue, and licks the opposite side of my glans like she’s probing it.
”…Eh…”
“No, seriously, if you hate it just stop anytime, Frena. You don’t have to force yourself.”
”…It doesn’t taste good… b-but really, why don’t you put some sugar on it…?”
”…Putting sugar on a penis is a bit much.”
She’s still a kid, I realize, and calm down.
But Elenia watches Frena’s reaction, smiles, and then takes my glans into her mouth as if claiming it all for herself.
“Aaaah…” ”♪” Elenia kept her mouth wrapped around just the glans, teasing the underside of the corona with her tongue. Normally, she could handle it. Fellatio was something both Tetes and Anzelo were good at; Apple and the other dragons, as well as the prostitutes, would often challenge him to prove their superiority over those mere daughters who only offered their bodies in hopes of pregnancy. But now that his beloved daughter had finally accepted his cock into her mouth, knowing it was an act to make him cum… yet he’d let his mucous membranes meet it anyway… a shock that was neither excitement nor despair rippled through his body. And then, slightly after realizing that this physical pleasure had compensated for everything else, he tried to hold back, but his body was heading straight for ejaculation. With just the feel of his daughter’s lips, tongue, and upper jaw, the father felt utterly shameless.
“Eh… E-leria…!!”
“Nn… uh…!?”
He ejaculated. The sensation of super-concentrated seed rushing through the urethra went wild with a drrrurururu sound, and a moment later he slammed the filth into his daughter’s mouth without any mercy. “Neh… n, ng… nyaah, buh… nnuu… ♪” Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation right down her throat. I don’t taste it myself, but daughters who can suddenly drink semen are rare. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmo’s place, there were girls who could only manage to hold it in and then spit it out. But Elenia… she narrowed her eyes, occasionally gagging, letting some overflow from the corners of her mouth while moving her throat. Was it a mental shock from the sudden ejaculation? A defensive reaction against the masculine scent that she’d never experienced in her life before? Or perhaps gratitude for having her wish fulfilled? While tears streamed down her face and her mouth was made sloppy by the semen, she didn’t let go of his cock. For a fleeting moment, my concern as a father vanished, and I thought, “What a lewd daughter.” After all, that’s Selen’s daughter. Selen and my daughter. Some part of me came to terms with the fact that she was supposed to be lewd, and in disgust at myself, I hastily pulled out my cock and tried to show care. “Oh, hey… s-sorry, I got careless… Are you okay, Elenia?” “Efu… efu, kefu… hehe, drank Andi’s… semen.” “t… t…” Elenia made a terrible face but laughed anyway. A shiver-inducing sensuality. The confidence and superiority of feeling “I know what men are like,” along with the will that felt like an ultimatum—“I’ve tasted your semen”—made me tremble anew at the magnitude of my sin. And then, another daughter was frantically devouring his lower half as a father’s. “Nn… n, it’s really… delicious… something like this…!” “Frena… hey, wait…!” “You’re eating this so happily… hmu, nn… slurp… I can’t believe it… ♪” Wait, why was she licking while saying that? So carefully. But I couldn’t utter a word. My instincts were tied up in rejection by her daughter’s fervent tongue worship. Tetes smiled. ”…Don’t panic… there’s plenty of time until Polka,♪”
That night, the daughters continued to suckle their father’s penis repeatedly until their bellies swelled with semen. In the end, I lay down without even the willpower to think. …This is bad stuff.