Basson is still at that uncertain time for the length of sleeve, yet in Polka, winter has already arrived. The coniferous forests are draped in snow, and the grasslands have transformed into a pitch-white desert. I vaguely remember crying senselessly when I was a child over such an overwhelmingly desolate scene… though it was more of a misconception or perhaps daydreaming; that no matter how far you look, everything turns into a colorless world… When one is a child with a short life ahead, tomorrow feels impossibly distant. A spring next year seems so far away that I could doubt whether it would truly come. No matter how many times my parents told me, “When spring arrives, the world will turn green again,” those words felt perpetually out of reach, like something happening eons in the future… When I mentioned this to Anzeros, he just laughed and said, “That’s how it looks when you view the world from the countryside.” Having grown up in the city, where every day offers a kaleidoscope of sights, he apparently doesn’t understand the kind of despair one feels facing endless snowscapes. Everyone else came from places with little snow or even ancient barriers within forests that never experience winter at all, so only Neia and Johnny truly empathized with me; Keir was an idiot, so our conversation ended with his characteristic “What’s that all about?”
When I asked the children, none of them seemed to grasp the worldview I felt—that the entire world had become utterly white.
“If you let a dragon carry you, you could visit Celesta even in winter; it’s always normal there.”
“I’m looking forward to staying at Tark during the Spirit Festival!”
“Tark sounds great too. Can’t we get me transferred over to Cosmo-senpai’s house sooner?”
Peter was left gaping by Elenia’s flat look, while Claudio remained as angelic as ever.
But honestly, it is quite amusing to think that thanks to the dragons, they are living on a completely different scale from the start.
Incidentally, the Spirit Festival is an annual tradition where all the dragons send the children gathered in Polka over to Tark so everyone can enjoy Onyx’s party together. Once this concludes, they immediately return for Polka’s New Year festival.
Among the children, the Spirit Festival at Tark seems to be categorized as a recreational trip, while Polka’s New Year festival is viewed like an assembly or presentation…
In reality, the main branch of House Onyx is incredibly spoiling to our own children these days. They have lavish parties where they eat and drink to their heart’s content, plus gifts and allowances are given out. This extends not just to those who carry the bloodline of Minister Ashton, but also to half-felids, white elves, and even the mistresses of House Cosmos and Peter himself; there is absolutely no discrimination.
By the time we approached over a hundred children, I began to worry they would soon become a burden. However, when the great Nancy pointed out, “If you skimp now while the children are this eager, can that really be called a banquet of the greatest Dark Elf trading house?” even Carlos had no choice but to agree.
But please, stop saying things like, “Anyone who lays a hand on my daughter will definitely get their head chopped off, no matter how mad Mrs. Nancy gets!” You say it every single time, so naturally, the kids are mimicking you. And besides, my daughter is only five years old; that’s just way too early to think about such things.
As for those who rarely participate in such events, it’s due to their place of residence that the children of Tetes inevitably end up like this.
There are twin siblings: an older sister named Sonia and a younger brother named Tyrus. The brother is particularly expected to become the next Count of Bastier and is doted upon by his grandfather, Elder Eagle.
“It’s been a long time, Father.”
“Ah, it has; two months.”
I visit their residence, the Bastier Marquis’s mansion in Rennesst, regularly just to meet with them.
Most of the other children live in Polka anyway, and since winter arrives, they come to Polka Academy and see each other daily. These siblings, however, are an exception.
Although Elder Eagle took steps regarding naming rights so that bringing them forcibly to Polka isn’t impossible, even if we did bring them here, we couldn’t make their life better than the aristocratic lifestyle they currently enjoy. Plus, it seems Tyrus acts with dazzling social grace while living with us, so I feel that forcing his mother’s true identity on him might not be appropriate for a child.
Still, lately, as a father, I can’t help but wonder if this kind of life is truly the right choice… or maybe not…
After all, isn’t love the most important thing? Well, speaking of love, in my case… there are over 200 children. About half the day passes with me mating in the palace anyway.
Even while troubling about such thoughts, the siblings have grown up wisely, true to both their noble heritage and as children of Tetes.
“Father, I have a question today.”
“What? Just ask normally; since you’re my kid, don’t even bother with any preamble.”
“Yes… Actually…” Tyrus shook his neatly trimmed hair in a boyish manner, making a peculiar expression. “Recently, Father and Mother visited the barracks of the Guntlet Knights, and when Grand Knight Commander Ferios saw me, he suddenly collapsed… It seems it was my fault, so Mother and Knight-Commander Berga isolated us in separate rooms. We were released after a short while.”
”…Yeah.”
“It seems to have something to do with Father… But I couldn’t get a straight answer from Mother either.”
“Indeed, Tyrus. I think it’s because you look like me.”
“Hm. Well, that’s said often enough.”
If I dressed my childhood self up as a noble’s waif, that’s exactly who would end up being Tyrus. He resembles me so closely, I can make that assertion with absolute confidence.
Regarding this, perhaps placing Peter, who inherited the name, aside, the true heir of House Smyson has gone to Tyrus.
“Could it be that Father also collapses like that when he meets Grand Knight Commander Ferios?”
”…I tried harder the last time we met, but I think seeing you completely caught me off guard.”
I couldn’t help looking away. Whenever Phelios is forced to be in my company, he transforms into Black Phelios. To his credit, he doesn’t actually attack, but he wears a mask and insists he’s someone else entirely.
Come on, Head of the Gold Arms, you should quit these weird antics soon. Besides, Mr. Alex (the former Bastard Duke) keeps asking me every time we meet, “What can’t you do about this?” I can’t very well tell him off when he’s talking to me. It’s a real mess.
“Sorry… but it’s not your fault that you two look alike.”
The Head of the Gold Arms is essentially a national hero.
Although the former Bastard Duke, known as the Demon Man, and the other three from my youth have all retired, among the new generation of Gold Arms, I remain immensely popular in Lenvangas thanks to my combat prowess leveraging Earth Drive and my handsome appearance, unchanged from before.
But I can’t even have a proper conversation with someone like that. It certainly doesn’t go smoothly.
”…But Mom and Sonia always tell me they’re glad I look so much like Father.”
“Well… uh…”
”…?”
“I think it’s the hair.”
”…W-well, yes. That’s a relief.”
Once he had magic grow his hair back after the Queen told him it was “weird,” but eventually gave up on grafting. Now his receding hairline has gone all the way to the nape of his neck.
Even thinking about that bloodline sends shivers down my spine, even at age twelve.
Of course, just because we look alike doesn’t mean my hair shares the same qualities; it’s possible my lineage is purely from the Bastard family.
Don’t get too careless, my son. I think things will probably work out once you arrive in Polka…
Sonia bears absolutely no resemblance to me.
Her delicate, bright golden hair curls tightly at the ends, her eyelashes are long, her jaw is slim, and her refined features scream “aristocrat’s daughter.” She could wear any of those overly ornate noble gowns and still pull it off perfectly.
Despite being Tyreus’s twin, she doesn’t resemble Tetes in the slightest; according to Tetes, she looks more like their other mother.
In stories like this, the classic trope is someone questioning, “Could this really be my child?” But given how much I resemble her older twin brother, there’s absolutely no reason to doubt.
Still, it’s hard not to understand why Mr. Eagle would make a move on Mom despite their significant age gap. She’s undeniably in the beauty department.
…Or maybe that’s exactly why Tetes inherited his martial talent and possesses such incredible physical capabilities.
“Papa! You’re here!”
“Yes, I said I’d come… but where were you?”
“The training ground for the Gauntlet Knights!”
”…Didn’t Old Man Eagle forbid that? Said it would scar your face.”
“Don’t worry. Mom said, ‘If you go to Polka, even serious injuries heal quickly, so just do it.’”
”…You want to join the Gauntlet Knights yourself?”
“Huh? Well, not really? I just find swordplay fun. I might be able to take one from Berga soon anyway.”
”…No, yes, that’s amazing, but thinking about what a terrible injury could happen, I can see why Old Man Eagle would get angry.”
Really, Berga is about to have his twelve-year-old beat him? He’s probably just holding back and letting her get cocky.
…But on the one hand, there’s a part of me thinking, “Maybe…”; on the other, I can’t help but wonder, “Why bother going if she’s not going that hard anyway?” If she has high martial aspirations, fine, but if not, why risk her beautiful daughter in such dangerous training when there’s no need?
Sure, injuries can be treated by going to Polka or relying on the Break Core system, but that’s only if she survives. Though rare, accidents can prove fatal during training. I just don’t want to imagine that possibility.
“Anyway, why does getting strong mean joining the Gauntlet Knights? Fighting monsters sounds boring. If you could just breathe fire on a dragon, we’d be done way faster.”
“I have to say, counting by Dragon Breath is pretty weird for Papa.”
Sure, every year Lenvangas requests our assistance to varying degrees during major monster invasions.
But if we push too hard, it affects international relations, so we’ve recently been holding back from total eradication campaigns. However, the fact that I hold the command authority for these missions is creating some serious misconceptions in my daughter’s mind.
“If you have the arms to make Gauntlet Knights, you should definitely be an Ace Knight, right? They give those out even to foreigners after passing the exam!”
”…Why does being an Ace Knight sound so good?”
“Because they turn you into a song!”
For that reason? …Well, sure, I guess not many bards sing songs about the Gauntlet Knights. It’s probably because they mostly just kick monsters’ asses, which doesn’t generate much of a hero’s journey with real narrative weight.
“Better yet, I want to be the star of an epic poem like Siegfried Becker!”
”…Y-Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Ahhh… but wait. If I become an Ace Knight, I’ll have to work for the Celesta Military, right? Then my dreams will…”
”…Nah, you’ve got other dreams too, through separate channels.”
”…Mm-hmm.”
A twelve-year-old with plenty of daydreams. Not a bad thing.
The beautiful girl, who bears no resemblance to her parents aside from genetics, lowers her gaze slightly, cheeks flushing faintly.
”…I… I want to work with Daddy just like Mommy does…”
“Ahh… uh…”
It’s wholesome ambition for a child: seeing one’s parents and wanting to follow in their footsteps. As parents, you’d almost expect tears of emotion. But first off, Tetes is already posing quite convincingly as a high-ranking noble here—which means her actual reality is entirely different. And that reality involves me and the other female slaves flying around the world while indulging in constant sexual encounters in our “Flying Fuck Room,” occasionally engaging in negotiations for the S&F Foundation’s ventures. By all rights, we’ve been using contraception since having two kids together—but despite being thirty-something now, Tetes still looks barely twenty due to her regular visits to Polka, and as a woman in her prime, her libido has only grown stronger.
For my daughter to aspire to become something like that… I don’t even know if I should support it or worry about it.
“I love swordplay and look up to heroes’ epics too… but yep, I really do want to work with Mommy.”
”…Go ahead and try, Sonia. But I think you have plenty of other talents too, surely.”
I offer encouragement while looking away.
She’s still only twelve. Maybe she should change her dreams a few times? Hopefully she will. It pains me to reveal the true nature of being both mother and father.
“Oh. …And one more thing.”
“Yeah?”
”…Once I’ve gained some confidence, I want to settle things with Frena from Grange.”
“Settle things!?”
What’s up with Frena? You were never any good with a sword anyway.
”…Earlier when we met at Polka, she threw a spider toy at me… and I was so surprised it almost leaked out!”
”…”
Frena. If you don’t stop messing with people like this no matter who you encounter, you’re going to die.
“I chased after her seriously and let her get away… but I’ve finally figured out how to use the Earth Drive too. Next time, I’m making her apologize properly!”
”…That kind of thing should be handled by me or Tetes. We’ll arrange a proper chance for reconciliation.”
“That won’t do! Something!”
The noble beauty girl grumbles with frustration and resentment oozing through her voice. But honestly, even if Polka is where I said it’d get fixed, I don’t want to see my daughters go at it for real. Still… yeah, probably if we parents tried to forcibly shut them down while out on business, some bad feelings would linger anyway.
”…Which brings us to the point that next time I meet Sonia, I should kneel down in full sincerity first.”
The “Flying Fuck Room” lifts off from Lennest. Waving goodbye to the children from the window before turning back toward the interior and letting out a sigh. …It turns out Frena was with her this time as well. How close we came to disaster.
I suppose since I was playing around the town with Maya, there was a chance we might run into each other by accident.
“Kneeling? Ugh. That’s not right at all. Sonia crying her eyes out over such a tiny prank is just weird,” Frena said, turning away with a scowl. …Her look: a bra without cups and panties without crotch coverage—erotic lingerie.
She still had the appearance of a wet noodle, lacking any real charm, but being in this kind of room in such an outfit was clearly meant to rival Elenia.
Yes, Elenia was there too, almost dressed identically.
Of course, I never gave them that instruction in the first place.
“Well, Sonia’s quite fickle anyway; she’ll probably forget about it by spring♪ And besides, Master, please take your cock out~♪”
The current Earl Baster, Teteus—the head of the house—was also there in exactly the same outfit.
”…Yeah, really… you mean we’re going to do it? On a child? This has to be illegal for sure!”
“My dear Master, what we’re about to do isn’t reproduction; it’s just skinship.”
“Skinship that involves using your cock doesn’t usually get called ‘just’ skinship.”
“Both of you have clearly confirmed your intentions already, so stop whining from this point on. Elenia-chan will be upset if you don’t.”
“W-wait a minute… look, where are we even starting from?”
During the journey to Lennest, Teteus had proposed it and given me a full-on demonstration of serious sex.
The logic was that if he seemed so interested, rather than hesitating and hiding everything, he should just show it as-is to deliver a shocking impact… with that reasoning, I ejaculated four shots into each of Teteus’s three orifices.
Teteus had preambled by saying, “This is the kind of sex partners who truly enjoy each other have. It’s not something fathers normally do. If I were forced to go all-out with that old Eagle, I’d rather kill myself off than play along,” before thoroughly indulging himself, yet neither person watching intently from the sidelines felt a shred of fear.
As for Elenia, she already had abnormal desires directed toward me regardless, but Frena was probably just trying to compete with Elenia more than half of the time. At least, I thought maybe I could eliminate her rivalry entirely… but until now, that goal remained unfulfilled.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Fellatio is safe, Papa-san~♪”
”…Yeah, really. The fact that a girl touches her father’s cock is something that shouldn’t even exist in the first place.”
Slowly and somewhat reluctantly getting an erection, I offered my throbbing penis to both daughters.
Elenia dove on it eagerly, while Frena brought her face close, her eyes swimming as she tried to keep up.
Teteus placed his hands behind my waist and gently moved my cock up and down in a swaying motion.
“It smells like sex, doesn’t it? The scent of creation between Papa who just thoroughly fumbled all over me…”
”…Y-yes… it does…”
”…It stinks.”
What kind of situation is this really? Sighing deeply, I tried to mask the slight excitement that had unexpectedly surfaced.
My eldest daughter Elenia, whom I’ve raised with care. Frena, who’s sharp-witted on the surface but has a lonely heart at her core and loves being cared about.
My two adorable daughters bringing their faces close to my cock, challenging me with fellatio.
The situation is absolutely wrong, yet I can’t entirely deny that there’s a strange surge of excitement within me.
”…Nn…”
And then.
With her eyes slowly closing in hesitation, Elenia leaned in and kissed the side of my glans.
Seeing this, Frena flapped her lips, seemingly wondering whether to say something or simply continue competing, her small mouth moving awkwardly before looking up at me.
She squeezed her eyes shut, gave a carefree shrug of acceptance, and thrust her tongue out, licking the opposite side of my glans as if pecking it.
”…Nnge…”
“No, really, if you hate it just stop anytime, Frena. There’s no need to force yourself.”
”…It doesn’t taste good… b-but wait a minute, why aren’t you putting some sugar on it first…?”
”…A little too much sugar for a cock.”
I’d better calm myself down; these kids are still children, after all.
But Elenia, watching Frena’s behavior, smiled softly and then, as if claiming it for herself alone, sucked her father’s glans completely into her mouth.
“Aaaaah…” ”♪” Elenia teased the underside of his glans while keeping her tongue pressed against it, even as she held his head in her mouth. She could have handled it just fine—fellatio was Tetes’s specialty, Anzeros and Apple were used to it, and so were those dragons or whores who frequently challenged him for the sake of boasting their superiority over mere daughters of the Dragon King hoping only for pregnancy by simply offering their bodies to men like him. But when his beloved daughter actually took his cock into her mouth and knew full well that it was an act designed to make him cum… she had welcomed the mucous membrane directly… a shock, neither fully exhilarating nor entirely despairing, rippled through his body. Then, realizing just moments later that he’d been robbed of physical pleasure, he tried to hold it back, yet his body surged toward ejaculation anyway. His father’s pride shattered beneath the mere sensation of her lips, tongue, and upper palate—it was undignified.
“Tt… Eh, Eret…!!”
“n… tt, n’uu…!?”
He came.
The feeling of thick sperm shooting through his urethra raged violently, only to mercilessly dump its slurry into his daughter’s mouth an instant later.
“Neh… n, ngu… nhaa, bu… n’uuu…♪”
Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation straight down her throat.
He himself didn’t taste it, but there weren’t many daughters out there capable of drinking semen on demand—even among the whores at Master Cosmos’s place, some could only manage to hold it in before spitting it out.
Yet Elenia… she narrowed her eyes, occasionally gagged, let it spill from the corners of her mouth, yet kept moving her throat.
Was it a mental shock from such sudden ejaculation? Or perhaps a defensive reaction to the overwhelming masculine scent, one he’d never encountered in his life up till now? Or maybe sheer gratitude at seeing his wish fulfilled? While streaming tears and surrounded by a thick mess of semen pooling around her mouth, she refused to let go of his cock.
For just a fleeting moment, his concern as a father vanished—he thought, “What kind of disgusting daughter is this?”
After all, she was Selen’s child.
Selen and his very own daughter.
Some deep part of him finally conceded that she was supposed to be so dirty—and then turned in self-loathing, yanking his cock away hastily out of worry.
“O… oi… t-took my guard down for a sec… Are you okay, Elen?”
“Efu… efu, kefuu… eheh… drank Andy’s… cum…”
“…tssss…”
Elenia made a face like she’d eaten something awful yet smiled anyway.
A shiver of lustful slickness ran through him.
Feeling that sense of confidence and superiority from his beloved daughter—that she now “knew about men”—plus the threatening feeling akin to blackmail with her statement, “I’ve tasted your seed,” made him tremble once more at just how great this sin truly was.
And beneath that father’s lower body, another daughter devoured him with reckless abandon.
“n… n, t-truly… so delicious… things like this…!!”
“Frena… c-owait a minute…”
“So why do you look like you’re enjoying this so much… hm… tchu… you can’t believe it…♪”
Wait, how could she keep licking while saying that? Not even doing it that carefully.
No words came out—he couldn’t speak at all. His instincts had been bound by her daughters’ fervent tongue worship, refusing any rejection whatsoever.
Tetes smiled softly.
”…Don’t panic… there’s plenty of time until Polka finishes♪”
That night, his daughters sucked on his penis repeatedly until their stomachs were distended with semen. By the end, he lay down completely drained, unable to even think anymore. …This was terrible stuff.