Frena, Neia’s daughter, does have a somewhat rambunctious streak, but she is by no means a lewd child. I think that much. While Neia herself has lost all resistance to sex, she’s not the type to seek it out proactively; she would never engage in anything like “sex education” for her children. Though honestly, most families don’t do that sort of thing either. In our case, however, it happens frequently—just look at how my female slave mothers live happily and completely naked in the Naked Palace. If children grow up there until they develop fully, they can’t help but become fascinated by the opposite sex’s bodies and the act of sex itself.
Well, while blindfolding them now would be silly, and even without needing examples like the Cat-Folk Colony or Misty Palace, there are certainly worlds out there with cultures liberated from shame regarding sex and nudity. Drawing on the wisdom of long-lived races—who believe that providing choices only after imparting proper knowledge is key—we’ve adopted a policy of teaching our children early on that we are a “special family” and explaining everything about sex without holding back. While I’m not entirely confident that this will cultivate average moral standards, my female slave companions from diverse backgrounds remind me that ethics vary by social class and nation regardless of species, so I’ll just accept that as true. But perhaps I shouldn’t discuss the excess pleasures of sex too freely with my daughter after all… Though honestly, if I prepared enough to answer her when she shamelessly waits in total nudity hoping for Daddy’s soft penis to plump up again, that would be good. And also, when teaching this, I must make sure to emphasize clearly that this is for “when you’re an adult.” People like Cosmo Shoten’s Marche or our Elenia are truly special exceptions.
…What? Wasn’t it okay in the old Desert South if a girl could marry at 12? Isn’t it still current law in some Elven territories today?
Well, well that’s them. But we’re us.
…But having Elenia as a real-life example makes “but we’re different” just another lie, doesn’t it?
Ah, damn it all.
Anyway lately, Frena has been strangely clinging to me for attention—in a sexual way.
“Elenia is hopeless at this point, but I want to make Frena give up on it. Such an adorable thing… if she grows into adulthood even a bit more, she’ll definitely be popular… get popular… kyuuh!”
“Why are you looking so regretful…?”
“Thinking about how boys around here would casually chat with such a cute girl like that… and imagining her being truly pleased by it… what kind of trial does that pose for a father…!!”
”…Haha.”
That’s the kind of forced laugh Neia gives when she doesn’t know how to respond. Right now, I’m heading home after finishing smithing deliveries at the town. In Polka, where multiple blacksmith shops have opened due to population growth, there aren’t many ordinary jobs coming my way as usual, though a few do come through. It’s more about leveraging our accessibility; when other easy-to-reach shops get busy, someone finally thinks, “Hey, we can handle it here!” and requests us. I’ve put up a sign near the counter of the guesthouse I manage saying “Smisson Armory - General Smithing Contract Accepted,” but everyone seems reluctant to hire unless absolutely necessary, even though Jeanne still helps out and our quality is reliable. Perhaps using the word “general” is unwise?
…Or maybe the female slaves are subtly obstructing requests just because my sex frequency decreases when I’m busy?
“If you’re really that reluctant to part, maybe you should just let me have Frena.”
“Don’t just give up so casually on a child, Neia. Children need a place where they can sleep peacefully without worry. If the parents meant to protect them turn their desires toward them, where could they possibly hide?”
“Indeed… I must admit, I feel most safe sleeping while being held, so I don’t fully understand.”
”…You’re also special then.”
After all, appealing to Neia—who cannot truly be said to have “parents” in the general sense and had to endure an impossibly harsh adolescence—wouldn’t earn any empathy. Besides, stating that sleeping soundly while being repeatedly penetrated by me without condom protection feels more like a special fetish than just needing comfort might be accurate when seen calmly.
“But Frena isn’t stupid, and she never does anything she truly dislikes under any circumstances… so I don’t think it’s purely competitive feelings toward Elenia.”
“Perhaps they simply haven’t experienced romance yet?”
“If you say that, quite a few will relate to this… I suspect my own timing of engaging in sex after properly experiencing romance is also questionable.”
”…Yeah. Sorry.”
I’ll leave them be; otherwise things might end spectacularly on their own, so I acted firmly. Yes. Also, among the female slaves, there are indeed quite a few whose sexual acts precede romantic love. The Cat-Folk group especially shows clear precedence of libido and reproduction. Saying “it’s bad if this is missing” would only paralyze movement in various ways. Troublesome.
“If you just want to be indulged, please say so. Since I can’t bring myself to admit that, I suspect you’re trying to get attention by pretending to counteract the same situation as Elenia…”
“Hmm, maybe.”
Neia smiles softly.
Cute. She has that classic elfish look, and she hasn’t aged much since I first met her.
The only difference now is her swollen belly.
“If you think about it, I’d really appreciate if you stayed obsessively devoted to your father until the next one is fully weaned, since I won’t be paying much attention to Frena for a while.”
“The idea of leaving him in his father’s care isn’t terrible, but aren’t you crossing some pretty questionable lines!?”
“Alright, look… it’s not Celesta or anything like that… She’s still my daughter, after all.”
She averts her gaze.
”…Maybe the reason I love you is because of your bloodline. You’re probably sexually attracted to me for the same reason.”
“That sounds dangerously close to incest! Like what married couples in love end up doing!?”
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Well, I mean…
At its core, this stems from a harem-esque moral framework where “not monopolizing a single man” is perfectly acceptable. Once you cross that line and start acting like an actual family member, refusing to do the same becomes impossible because everyone starts thinking, “Next will be me!”
Of course, I absolutely adore my beautifully raised daughters—with none of those dirty sexual undertones. But if they come running towards me willingly, I can’t just push them away. A proper couple would have a solid defense like, “I only belong to Mama,” but I don’t have that shield at all. When my beloved daughter falls head over heels for me, I lack the one move needed to cut ties. And now that we’ve allowed Elenia to slip in, it’s even harder.
“S-so, still, taking a girl like her…”
“I’m bigger than you already.”
“Is Jeanne sitting there?”
When characters like Jeanne or Irina or Solis-san show up, small girls inevitably fall within range as well, making this defense incredibly fragile.
“When she reached this height, Cosmo Mom even laughed and said it wasn’t too crazy to just be careful about pregnancy…♪”
“That person…!?”
Finally, at the Viper Palace’s hot spring area, I can no longer push Frena away as she straddles me while lying down, spreading her slender legs and parting her tiny lips.
“After all, if it’s your daughter’s first time, you’d want to claim it for yourself… right? I know all about that stuff…♪”
“That’s normally against the rules!”
”…Or we could just casually stick a stick in there?”
“It’ll definitely fail!?”
“What if we let some random boy from Grance do it?”
“Just imagining it makes me want to die.”
That’s manipulative, isn’t that? That kind of leading question would never get Dad to agree. He’d never say yes, he couldn’t possibly say yes. I think Elenia might have said something similar once, but who was the one giving her hints?
…There are far too many suspicious suspects.
“So it looks like only Dad can do it…♪”
“That’s not what normal daughters think about their dad’s wishes!”
No, it wasn’t that I wanted my daughter with me specifically. What I truly can’t stand is my innocent virginity being casually used as a tool or scattered by some stranger whose face I don’t even know—and even worse, if the person knows me well, which makes it all the more unbearable. There’s no way to fix that feeling because it simply cannot be fixed.
“This isn’t Dad’s wish—it’s my own… We’re mutual…♪”
“Guh guh…”
Frena slowly lowers her hips.
Her face, still bearing traces of youth and very similar to Neia’s, shows a mix of tension and excitement—a precarious state right at the edge of breaking.
Even though she sounds lewd by just listening to her words, something must have led her, through many hesitations and firm decisions, to trap herself into this point of no return so she wouldn’t back down.
The few female slaves and other women in the hot springs area were watching her outrageous act with smiles of amusement.
“Wait—stop that? Are you trying to have sex with your father?” “Isn’t having sex with your father just out of the question?”
“N-Not everyone has to copy Elenia so closely…”
”…Let me try it, too.”
A soft murmur from Frena made me flinch slightly.
It felt like I’d brushed against something taboo.
Even though I’ve had all sorts of dealings with many girls, I can still sense the warning signs when waves are coming.
Will Frena…
“Let me try it!! Like Mom and Elenia held you—loved you to the fullest, spoiled you… Why can’t I do that kind of thing!?”
“That’s just how fathers are supposed to…”
“I want you, Dad! I want you to make me feel good, to bring me pleasure… If it feels good for Elenia, it should be fine for me too! Like Mom, hugging until we’re both exhausted, sharing pleasure… I want to be happy! Why is this forbidden!? I don’t want anyone else to make me feel good!”
“Aaah…”
Damn it, I really can’t argue against this.
My daughter thinks of me so deeply. Knowing all the implications, she’s offering me her entire body just for herself.
Just that alone fills my chest; again, I have nothing concrete to say.
It’s just for making children… but then again, if we’re using contraception properly first, it amounts to nothing. After all, Elenia has consented to this.
“It’s okay… right?”
”…Uh-huh.”
“It’s okay?”
”…Y-Yes.”
I lose.
Defeated by my daughter’s intensity, I lower myself into her vaginal warmth and insert my cock into her.
She is truly cute. A wild horse of sorts, yet she troubles me more than anyone else; still, she and Neia are my precious treasures.
That such a daughter turns her feelings toward me—not as a mother or older sister, but using her own female body to feel me and let me feel her.
This transgression is the second since Elenia, yet the sense of ruin at the moment of entry—the feeling of being pierced through, where destruction and exhilaration go back-to-back—will never grow mundane for me.
Ah.
No good… it’s still the same.
Feeling so much love and this taboo sin makes me exceedingly weak.
“Dad…♪ Come on, you’re going deeper, aren’t you? Once you get here… help Dad… go all the way… Aaaah!?”
“Uuuuh… Frena… ah!”
As my lovely daughter awkwardly lowers herself little by little—still before I could fully penetrate—I release a massive ejaculation.
Before my penis even reaches its limit, an ejaculation pressure terrifying in its force pushes against the hymen, seeking to spread it wide.
Her young and excessively tight vaginal muscles trap the ejaculate, causing the depths of her vagina to swell like a rodent’s cheek pouch.
“Aaah… Dad, s-so… suddenly…♪”
Incidentally to ensure contraception, maybe Cosmos-san or someone else used a magic spell to suppress the pain? She’s not complaining as much as I expected.
Still, while drenched in the wild surge of conflicting emotions over the fact that I’ve ejaculated inside another daughter’s vagina once again, I can barely draw breath from the pleasure.
…No good.
If this habit takes root… if I carve more motivation to touch my daughters deeper into myself—it must not happen. With these thoughts, I thrust my already expanded hymen even deeper like a final blow, then immediately start the next round.
It’s pleasurable. It’s unbearable.
My beloved daughter had me thoroughly overwhelmed. “Waaah… Dad, it’s so good… I want more too… ♪” Frena clung to me like she was collapsing, burying her face in my chest. “I want to do it just like Elenia did… please…” Her desire wasn’t born of rivalry, but of longing that reached out toward me. As her daughter, she breathed heavily, basking in bliss.
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“Our daughters look alike, don’t they?”
“True enough. There’s nothing we can do about it, since we’re both half-elves… ♪”
While watching Frena, who had passed out from being filled repeatedly and thoroughly, and Elenia, who came in later to carry the session onward, lost in their passionate states, the two half-elf mothers, with their impressive bellies and breasts, chuckled warmly as they shared a warm bath.
…Am I allowed to laugh at this? Can we just brush it off because we’re half-elves? However, the defeated me could only stand there speechless, unable to say anything but do what was needed to satisfy Elenia.