Taruk is quite hot even in winter, with temperatures around what summer feels like back home in Polka. Polka stays mild enough in summer that long sleeves aren’t much of a nuisance, so if you translate this to a normal place on Earth, it’s roughly spring or autumn. Since we’re flying into the heart of midwinter snow, the kids have to change clothes halfway through. Managing all that logistics falls to Neia, who doubles as one of Frena’s overseers, along with a few other accompanying adults.
As for me, well… since I’m spending almost the entire time in Polka completely naked anyway, it’s less about changing and more about finally putting clothes on once we get close to Taruk. Not that it matters much—the cabin holds ten people at once. Of course things get heated up. No matter how wildly we go, by the time we’ve satisfied five or six of them in sequence, they’re usually good as new again. Even if I’m fucking back-to-back, my partners are doing slow two- to three-hour sessions; it’s basically an infinite loop.
Of course, I’m not sexing without eating, drinking, or sleeping—though the atmosphere certainly helps. During waking hours, almost everyone has some dick up their ass one way or another. It’ll wrap up much faster than a walking trip, but on the girls’ side, there’s nothing else to do but fuck, so they’re bored out of their minds. And thanks to years of doping and training, I’m at a point now where I barely worry about running dry.
…Sometimes I even get scared to think seriously about where my semen is supposed to come from. But yeah, that’s just the state we’re in: our caravan trail is permanently soaked through with the stench of lust inside those cabins.
…Well then. “Welcome, human! The kids look healthy and that’s great—but wait a minute, didn’t Elenia come out of your cabin just now? Yeah, my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. She’s grown taller since last year again, but damn it, that IS Elenia, right? I mean, you ride some goddamn huge multi-person bed, and she jumps onto it—that means—”
“Take a breath, Carlos.”
“Can any man take a breath like this bastard finally has his own daughter?! From now on, Rebecca won’t even get to touch YOU! Try breathing in the same space as her! I’ll carve out her reproductive organs with a knife and feed them to desert lizards so she can never breed again!”
“Carlos, she’s only five…”
“She turned six last month! Congrats!—wait no, don’t give me that shit. A man who gets cumming at his own flesh-and-blood thirteen-year-old won’t suddenly be horny for his six-year-old niece? I don’t buy it!”
Since Carlos was going full-blown deranged, Nancy quietly appeared out of nowhere and silenced him with a throat slash like she always does.
“Guh—”
“Hey there, Andi! It’s been half a year, huh? Well, you stopped by Cosmos Emporium after the Summer Spirit Festival, so in terms of Taruk proper, it’s been four months?”
”…Oh, yeah. Long time no see.”
After slinging Carlos’s collar and laying him on a nearby bench to nap, Nancy耸了 her shoulders and watched the kids head into the lodging. “It’s getting cramped, huh? How many more are there this year?”
”…Uh… uh… compared to last year… maybe 24 people?”
”…Not enough if we count from two years ago. Let’s expand the buildings by next year.”
Every year my children increase in number. Sure, we don’t bring infants since air travel is risky for them, but especially those from the cat-beastfolk colony are booming fast. We’ve even commissioned a dedicated dormitory within Onyx’s grounds for our kids to stay in—but even so, some can’t fit and have to bunk in part of Diane’s brothers’ private quarters.
“If we needed to, we could just rent an inn outside…”
“In that case, it wouldn’t reflect well on us. Don’t worry—we have plenty of land—and I don’t want to ostracize any of the children. Most importantly, Rebecca should be able to enjoy Spirit Festival nights casually with her cousins.”
”…Y-yes sir.”
Rebecca, Carlos and his wife’s daughter, was doted on excessively because she’s their long-awaited only child, so she rarely gets much freedom. And honestly, there aren’t any age-appropriate cousins around either. Out of the nearly hundred Diane-siblings, in the last ten years, ONLY the sisters under my care have given birth. Normally dark elves don’t give birth that frequently.
But children need someone who shares their kid perspective. That’s why for Rebecca, my kids are the only ones she can mess around with without any awkwardness whatsoever. “However… yeah. Andi, I’m not impressed or anything? Once you use ‘we raised them’ as a shield, kids can’t defy their parents. Especially a first daughter is precious to a father. I don’t doubt the feelings of loving her—but that doesn’t mean physical relations.”
“Not at all… if anything, we’re working hard to stop it…”
”…?”
Elenia… that’s what regular adult common sense looks like. No matter what, dads always become villains.
…Even so, they clearly don’t get it.
Alright then. As scheduled, we arrived in the late afternoon. The kids feasted on a lavish buffet-style dinner at party tables set up in the yard, splashed around in the family bath pool afterwards, and then headed off to sleep.
Carlos quietly reached out to each of them, promising gifts for everyone on the actual day of the Spirit Festival itself. To my astonishment, Carlos remembers ALL two hundred of our kids—even though he sees them only once a year. Face, name, even their favorite things—he knows them all.
I suppose it’s only natural for Anemone to be drawn to Mr. Carlos’s thoughtfulness, Cosmos.
As for me, I can’t simply watch over those children…
“Hey-ho, everyone, pay attention! The owner is here~♪” Saying so, Cosmos took my arm and led me down the street in front of “Cosmos House.” Immediately, female employees from nearby general stores and restaurants popped out in a flurry, beginning to clear shop. “That’s it for today, closing time~♪” “Whoa… wait, what’s going on?” “It’s the store’s decision~♪ We’ll be closed until the Spirit Festival, come visit us another time~♪” “Hey, man, you were still drinking!” Drunk patrons were ushered out one by one, casting suspicious glances at the cause of this sudden shutdown: me and Cosmos. “You don’t have to close up just because…” “All our chain branches are secondary businesses for prostitutes anyway, and since it’s unfair if we can’t mix in with the main house today~♪” Now I’m about to enter what amounts to a brothel, “Cosmos House.” Inside, guests caught in the middle of their play will likely be turned out too. It seems bad for reputation, doesn’t it? But apparently, since I’ve arrived, it’s become this kind of “festival.” Yes. Now I am the “Owner,” the ruler of this pleasure quarter centered around this brothel… Well, no. Cosmos is just saying that. In reality, I contribute nothing to the shop and haven’t taken any earnings. Seems that from the moment I impregnated her, in effect I became the “husband” and shared assets with her (at least under Tark’s law, which apparently dictates such a thing), so the brothel is now mine to do with as I please, allowing me to pick and choose among the affiliated prostitutes whenever I like. I vaguely recall Cosmos making that kind of sales pitch when she came to push herself on me once before, but I never took it in that sense. Sure, even if I don’t pick and choose, there are female slaves and dragons around normally, so I’m not lacking in any way down below—but apparently, Cosmos and her lieutenant-like, Miss Isabel have announced: “If you want to go to the spa in Polka, make a strong appeal to the Owner.” Which means that now that we’re here in Tark, the flow is set up so I have to deal with these prostitutes. Even if you want to come to Polka, why bother flattering me? You can be transported normally… That’s what I always argue, and in truth, most of the affiliated prostitutes seem to understand it. But that aside, apparently there are plenty of prostitutes eager to take on a man like me: “One who boasts an ogre-level volume of ejaculation, endless stamina for rapid-fire rounds, and above all, the technique to casually screw Cosmos and Miss Isabel at the same time in a threesome.” As expected, every single one of them is genuinely, hardcore perverted women who chose this line of work out of love. “It’s been a while, Owner~♪” “No, Isabel, I came four months ago myself.” “If that long a time has passed, I think calling it ‘long time no see’ is quite appropriate. Here are your Isabel Coins for this visit.” Jarra, jarra… She handed me a bag of gold coins loaded solidly with them. Does this even mean anything anymore?… Well, at least to the prostitutes, they can probably exchange them later into a decent amount of cash. “But I don’t have much time to spend like this… Plus, since I’m here as part of a family enjoying the Spirit Festival, I know I can’t just stay cooped up in the brothel, right?” “We’re hoping your feelings will change~♪” “I seem to recall Isabel was a stricter person when it came to running the brothel, back when I knew her…” Staying here means, as we saw earlier, throwing away the chance to earn income as a brothel. I feel like Isabel’s job should be to do something to put an end to a situation like this sooner or later. “Hmm… Well, honestly, business isn’t struggling particularly at the moment even if we just leave it alone. Besides, the Owner has been earning for us too.” “No, I haven’t earned anything?” “You have? You and Cosmos are quite energetically circulating the economy together.” ”…What about the S&F Foundation matter?” “Yes.” What… How was that income generated, and where does the money go? It seems it also flows back to me. Well, if I’ve become the “Owner” somehow along the way, it’s not strange at all that I might have inadvertently become an investor myself too, is it?… Worrying about it. Anyway, the flow of funds in that activity was incomprehensible to me from the start, so I left the management entirely in Cosmos and Irina and Tetes’s hands. Then the prostitutes who couldn’t wait any longer poked their heads in. “Ooh-ner~♪ If you want to have fun with those kids, it’d be better to just screw them all over as soon as possible. So, let’s have a showdown! Hurry up, hurry up~♪”
“Leave Dominas for later. It’s too much hassle to shift everyone after you’ve gone absolutely wild.”
“What the hell—Ogre discrimination is not a good thing, you know.”
“Owner, owner! There are four new girls who want to go to Polka. Could you please conduct a full-on hard fuck inspection for them?”
As usual, these girls, dressed in sheer outfits that barely count as clothing yet approach with a brightness that doesn’t betray their nature, are very much to my liking—I simply can’t stand a gloomy atmosphere.
But well… today is different.
”…Hmm. Well then… sure, go ahead.”
I tossed the Izabel coins I’d taken from the bag back to Miss Izabel standing right in front of me with a rattling sound—ten pieces.
”?”
“Izabel-san, if you’re not coming to Polka either, maybe today it’s time we really get our fill.”
Despite all that talk, Miss Izabel sticks behind the scenes doing support work.
Still, as our bond grows over time, more of her endearing qualities start to show themselves; and besides…
”…Are you planning to release inside me ten times, Izabel?”
“Well, ten solid rounds wouldn’t be bad…”
She pressed her lips close to my ear.
“I was thinking it’s about time for you to make Izabel pregnant… …Unveiled contraception fee?”
Children of mine. I hope those children can forgive my unbridled libido.
But in this absurdly lecherous space, I don’t know any other way to express such special affection except through forms like these.
…And then, Miss Izabel suddenly flashed a mature, smirking expression on her youthful face.
“I’ll give you something good to know. …Since about five years ago, my intimate sessions with Owner have been without contraception—full-on hardcore! ♪”
“In that case, I’ll give it to you straight—ten shots.”
”♪”
Even whispered, there was little need to hide our exchange.
The surrounding courtesans listened to us and started whistling, emitting raucous lewd sounds.
The night at Cosmos Main House passed in an absolute frenzy.
“Night,” or rather, I carried on until quite late into the next morning.
Though there are always a few courtesans at Polka for their convalescence, and they’re available whenever you want, the scenario of indulging in sex freely within a brothel… it’s strangely uplifting, like tearing apart merchandise wildly right inside the store.
There are various other places where this is recommended; I’ve even been advised to make my home here for a while and live off stealing bites of food—so maybe it’s not such a bad idea.
No, well… undeniably, it’s decadence that can’t be disguised after all.
Life in the Viper Palace isn’t all that different anyway, but at least now, with the extra effort put into festivals and various events around the regions, I’d like to think things look a bit more presentable than before.
…And so, staggering through the streets, I returned to the Carlos household, where children were running wild in the garden while setting up for the Spirit Festival party. Dragons collaborated with the preparations while carefully keeping an eye on whether kids might get involved in construction accidents—a lively and noisy scene indeed.
As the children ran around without hesitation while building stages and stoves for cooking, watching made you nervous; but before anyone could make truly dangerous moves, the dragons halted them with agility reminiscent of instantaneous teleportation.
“If we’re being an annoyance, maybe it’d be better to lock everyone inside the dormitory…”
“Such things are also a wonderful experience for the children, Mr. Andy.”
“Ms. Nancy…”
“Focusing only on what’s negative isn’t all there is to competence. Look, Peter’s helping out.”
“That’s probably because the maids were flattering him…”
“Being motivated by praise isn’t a bad thing, and sometimes that leads you to discover your talents and joys… Maybe Peter has talent for architecture too.”
“Do stoves count as architectural talent…?”
“Not everything can be built perfectly without thinking; it takes skill. Watching them, their sense of selecting stones and stacking them is quite good. Perhaps Diane taught them a few tips?”
”…Perhaps.”
Setting up, I see…
Wait a minute—thinking about it, setup for Porca’s festival often involves getting the kids involved too. Sure, there’s probably a labor shortage to account for, but honestly, isn’t part of it the passing down of know-how or spotting hidden talents? And most of all… festivals are fun because adults and kids build them together.
“Well, by the way,” I said, “the maids were looking for you.”
“Ah…”
“I can see why they’d be interested in that. Good then.”
After Nancy mentioned it, I forced a slightly awkward smile and stepped away from my spot… to head toward the maids.
By year’s end in Tarq, children indulge in the Onyx Spirit Festival party.
And I’m dragged there with Cosmo Emporium.
“I’ve been waiting. Master.”
“Every single time, I still wonder why they call me that… ‘Master.’ It just doesn’t sit right with me.”
“It’s an issue of our hearts…” she replied solemnly. “Please consider us your spiritual master.”
“That makes the guilt feel even deeper.”
Within the grounds, far removed from the bustling setup noise, lies the maids’ exclusive dormitory. Once I’m ushered inside, about twenty dark elf maids stand at attention, clad only in nude aprons and headpieces—a truly lewd outfit—and bow together in unison. …Cosmo Emporium; this is my main destination for Tarq’s Spirit Festival. In fact, I’m forced to spend hours at these two locations every single time. A group within the Onyx Maid Corps harbors a particularly problematic desire: they want to be sexually compelled by their master if they’re maids. And here’s the kicker: unfortunately, those holding such delusions form the majority rather than the minority. They expect me to perform this shameless display of prowess right here and now. “To be sure, doing something erotic with maids sounds romantic… but perversely dressing up female slaves as maids is a different kind of kink, isn’t it?”
I approach the assembled dark elf maids, hold up fingers silently signaling them to stay put, then circle behind and stroke each one’s buttocks in turn.
“There really are such freaks out there who’d be happy with something like this…” I muttered, knowing Carlos must be struggling terribly.
Pach. Slapping the palm against a maid’s ass, the slapped maid lets out a glossy, ecstatic shriek.
“M-Master… so incredibly idealistic…”
“I never said anything about becoming your master.”
”…But, like this… we’ve gotten you to indulge our fantasies, and moreover—”
Her slapped cheeks turn flushed as she glares back at me with feverish eyes.
“With such a desire for sex that refuses to wane even after repeatedly abusing us maid one after another… and with the power to snatch us away from Onyx should the need arise… People like you are almost nonexistent…♪”
”…Theoretically, I suppose it could work out, but no way am I planning a fight with Carlos.”
Even as I say that, I can’t help but think: if I end up impregnating one of them, there’s simply nothing I can do but keep her around.
But I must be extra careful with that girl and that other one—she’s technically my “niece,” damn it… So first, I’ll make the maids serve me orally in turn while sizing up potential candidates among Carlos’s siblings—Rebecca’s cousins and so on.
They’ve already slept together several times by now. If I impregnate someone and end up putting a collar around their neck, I truly won’t be able to argue with anything Carlos says.
“By the way, are you properly using contraception magic?”
“Yes, of course. We’ve all had our protections lifted.”
“Why on earth did you think that was the right choice!”
The head maid looks away while the other maids murmur among themselves.
“Eh… Because fulfilling services as part of our work and getting impregnated by our master is precisely what maids dream of, isn’t it…”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Some of the ones heading to Porca said they’re just making babies normally back there…”
Why do you two live lives so obsessed with strength? Plus, I used to believe in contraception magic, which is why I had sex with the maid who came here to Polka… “Even if we’ve been at Polka for only three months at a time before returning, I don’t know about everyone else… but surely no one’s gotten pregnant again, right?” ”…Are there any? …I think so. Since they’re not offspring of Onyx’s bloodline and are outsiders, it should be safe… No, actually, that doesn’t make it safe. Why try to get pregnant secretly?”
Mostly, she spends all her time having sex, but during the night of the Spirit Festival, she gets let off the hook. S&F Foundation work happens inside parties anyway, and as a father, there’s also the desire to see his children’s happy faces… …And then, “Now, for tonight’s highlight: Enjoy the magnificent dance of ‘Desert Gem Butterfly’ Noelle… Wha, Paula’s performing too? Ah, um… How about a mother-daughter stage? Please enjoy it!” Before Mr. Carlos could finish his flustered greeting, Noelle and her eight-year-old daughter, Paula, leaped onto the stage. “A gem butterfly as a daughter!?” “Where’d you come from!?” The audience, shaken by their shock. Then Paula appeared, holding hands with Noelle, dressed in equally sexy attire despite being only eight years old, yet displaying brisk steps in stark contrast to Noelle’s glossy charm, while occasionally waving both hands innocently at me. “Papa!” ”…Wow, so that kid…” “Onyx’s stud husband-to-be.” …Yes. That’s exactly right. I figured I’d shrink under the men’s gazes filled with murderous intent… or so I thought, but the atmosphere shifted to something like “Well, what can you do about this guy.” Eh, no, is that okay with all of you? “Hee hee, well, it’s an open secret that the owner drags his dragon around.” ”…I’m still trying to keep it under wraps right now.” “There’s plenty of indirect evidence anyway. Besides, news of your deeds is spreading fast. They’re singing about you in taverns!” “Seriously?” Just a bit curious… …No, if someone calls him a “stud husband-to-be,” are his actual deeds really worthy of such glowing songs? Maybe it’d be better not to know. Meanwhile, I was feeling a bit distracted, and Paula had already caught on. “Papa! Pay attention here! Or I’m undressing!” “Stop it!” An eight-year-old shouldn’t be causing a stir with stripping attempts. And hey, Mom shouldn’t even make pretenses of undressing either. After all, this is supposedly a wholesome festival.