Tri-weekly dragon flights shuttle back and forth between Polka and Tartu on a monthly schedule.
More frequent service would be feasible, but it risks appearing as excessive displays of power—a line we’ve decided not to cross. This monthly cadence is final, determined mainly by Tetes and Irina. Even though illusions conceal our presence to avoid startling the uninitiated, too much casual in-and-out activity could make neighboring cities suspect ulterior motives. Celesta isn’t a monolith; trivialities like these could spark conflict.
Still, there are plenty of other cities I visit regularly, and Tartu isn’t my sole connection. The frequency suits vacation purposes perfectly, so things are going smoothly for now.
Besides ordinary tourists, this regular flight brings numerous representatives from Onyx’s Maid Corps and “Cosmos Corner.”
The Maid Corps particularly numbers dozens at Polka at all times. Makes you wonder if their home base operations remain unimpeded—worrisome enough to prompt questions—but apparently, over the past few years, two-month annual vacations here were formally incorporated as benefits, with staffing adjusted accordingly.
“How charming are winter getaways to desert-dwelling dark elves?”
“Staying within the palace walls renders it irrelevant.”
The head maid casually responds while I gaze upward at the dragon’s arrival, watching it descend at the palace terminal. The temperature hovers below freezing, yet she stands clad only in a bare-chested apron covering her lower body.
”…Shouldn’t she wear something?”
“To demonstrate our dedication to subordinates.”
“You’re showing nothing! In every sense!”
The Maid Corps serves Onyx, not me directly. There’s no need for such quasi-nudity humiliation here. If they appeared as my household staff, I’d have plausible reasons like enforcing absolute obedience—but I’m not their master. Of course, the head maid and I share an intimate physical relationship, but that has little to do with the Corps’ code of conduct.
…Speaking of which, Lyra’s squadron of dragons arrives, disgorging passengers from the “shacks” and carriages loaded below.
Business-wise, these three-tiered sleeping shacks function as first-class accommodations, while carriages serve second class. With enough shacks now accumulated to cover all demand, we’ve retained the carriage option despite its obsolescence—it keeps travel cheaper for budget-conscious passengers without devaluing the dragon flight too much.
Passengers alighting from the carriages are mostly general tourists. As they step into the snowscaped Polka, squirming at the biting cold, their jaws drop upon seeing the head maid standing beside me—almost naked.
”…Look, you’ll be questioned on sanity before anything else for being a maid.”
“Your words are appreciated, my lord. Maids endure all unreasonable commands for our master’s sake. Indeed, calmly accepting orders that trample women’s dignity defines our very essence… ♪”
“That’s not your calling—that’s your fetish!”
Stop enjoying exposure while simultaneously stripping women of their dignity. No—wait, I understand you’re part of that strange collective who dream of such things.
I guide the general tourists from the palace toward the city center for a brief respite. Then, returning to my usual practice, I separate long-time residents accustomed to nesting in the palace dormitories from this year’s debutants—maid staff visiting Polka for the first time.
Some joined Onyx’s recruitment drive anew; others are relatives of Carlos or his siblings… I’ve heard rare cases where a maid’s child follows into the same profession, but mostly, it’s all new faces to one another.
First thing’s first: these newcomers must undergo formal greetings, instruction, and training sessions to properly understand palace etiquette—a requirement enforced upon them. Actually, while I didn’t mandate it, fate somehow made me witness the proceedings myself.
“These are this year’s recruits. Fourteen out of twenty total participants arrive now; the rest will come next month onward.”
“I see… so humans are mixed in too.”
“We impose no racial restrictions on recruitment. Still, dark elf culture proves obscure to other races unless exceptionally talented—otherwise, deliberately recruiting non-elves for Onyx would be unnecessary…”
”…Meaning they’re exceptional?”
“Yes. Then, Midi, please introduce yourself.”
“Yes! Midi Rendis, fifteen, human—but actually one-eighth ogre inside. Got a bit stronger than average.”
As she steps forward continuing her self-introduction while slipping out of her maid uniform like silk:
“Measurements top to bottom: 82-54-81. Male experience… nonexistent, but my virginity was lost to masturbation. Eheh~”
“Declare your erogenous zones too.”
“Honestly, I’m not entirely sure… maybe the clitoris?” “That is acceptable.” Upon finishing her explanation, she shed her undergarments down to nearly full nudity, donning only an apron and a maid headband before returning to her original position. In front of me, this old man, she remained utterly unbothered. Well, I had already confirmed the nature of this place, and with the Head Maid standing before me in such a state, my resolve was long established. Taking that as a lead-off, one by one, the young maids—eighty percent Dark Elves, twenty percent others—struck up their introductions while changing clothes right before my eyes, clad only in aprons over their near-naked waists.
“Hazel. Thirteen years old. You can see I’m a Dark Elf as advertised. As for my measurements…”
“I haven’t measured them yet, so please take a look directly.”
“Erie desu. I joined upon Mother’s recommendation after working as an Onyx maid since childhood—I’m eighty-seven now! And I’m quite confident in my chest!”
“Annu Sanderson here. I’m quartered due to feline beastkin on my mother’s side. As for the tail… let me demonstrate by removing it. Just like this—short and fluffy, sort of pom-pom-like—but ah, I’m fourteen.”
“My name is Kaye, and I’m twelve. Anyway, I’ve been begging my mom to let me become a maid since forever, and finally this year… ah, is that okay? So anyway, my measurements are 70-48-74…”
“I can’t help but wonder every time: why does everyone strip after introducing themselves?”
“Huh?”
“No, I wasn’t even making such a strange comment or asking something you’d judge me for looking at, was I?”
“However, my lord seems to hold the principle of ‘keeping women as naked as possible whenever feasible,’ doesn’t he?”
“Well, that desire might exist, but! Slave females are free to show themselves however they wish without obligation, and I certainly haven’t forced this on any staff member! Come to think of it, demanding such perverted greetings right out of the gate—even from newcomers—isn’t a bit excessive at this point in time?”
“No, regarding that matter, we emphasize job responsibilities over all other considerations during recruitment interviews, so only daughters who accept these terms are employed…”
“Prioritized over job duties.”
Hmm, really? How can this be safe? Does this place still uphold its reputation as Onyx’s premier establishment?
“If one chooses to take a vacation at the Polka location for employment purposes, they will inevitably encounter environments like this sooner or later…”
“…so that gets incorporated into benefits, does it?”
“In any case, every single new hire among us intends to provide you with insemination during your break period.”
The Head Maid cast her gaze toward the young, nearly naked new maids lined up beside her. Without hesitation, they all nodded in agreement.
…This has devolved into a collective of perverts who just want to get mischievous under the guise of serving as maids.
Sigh.
“Just two things I need you to tell me.”
“Yes?”
“There are no direct brothers or nieces of Carlos among them, correct? The kind who’d get pregnant and cause major trouble afterward.”
“Wait, even assuming pregnancy isn’t something anyone should have to worry about… but given that everyone clearly intends to perform sexual services naturally, without cautioning themselves, outcomes could become unpredictable. With Dark Elves, they may assume contraception via magic while simultaneously using self-powered methods to bypass it entirely.”
“There are no such cases among this group this time around.”
“That’s a relief… And there are no children of mine either, right?”
”…”
“Hey?!”
“They’re here! (Kaye-chan.)”
She had vehemently pushed back when I told her I wouldn’t engage in that with her.
…Has the era arrived where my own daughter joins the maid corps as well?
“You’re thinking too much like a schemer, trying to sneak up on Andy under false pretenses and force an established fact into place.”
“If Talqu’s crew said ‘We came here just to fuck,’ I still think there’d be issues on my end, regardless of how things turn out.”
Elenia and Frena exchanged nods. Lately, you two seem to agree on quite a lot more than usual.
Ah, so it’s the pattern where acknowledging a former rival strengthens their bond even more.
“I’d much rather feel good after making you submit to Papa fairly and squarely.”
“Dad, there’s just something about sex with your daughter that makes the arousal completely different, isn’t there~♪”
“Y-Yes, stop it, Frena. I don’t have any particular feelings toward her as my daughter, nor do I intend to put my penis in any other daughters. It’s simply tragic and yet slightly amusing, with various emotions running wild: that both Ele and Frena are precious to me, and yet… I’ve defiled them myself.”
I’m being too honest here.
But there’s no point trying to cover it up now.
We’re in the bed of the Smysone household. No one is listening.
In the past, anyone could barge into this bedroom as they pleased, but recently, the sanctity of the room has been increasingly enforced; only the daughters I’ve brought with me are permitted entry, while others must not intrude.
Well, unrestricted group sex without rules is readily available at the palace anyway, so perhaps everyone is making a conscious effort to differentiate themselves from that?
“And what did you mean by ‘submitting’? You enjoy doing terrible things to your father’s mind, don’t you, Ele?”
“Wouldn’t it feel better for me, just like with Andy, to know for certain I was committing against my daughter rather than discovering that only after the fact?” “I unleashed a barrage of it on both her and Frena.”
“That’s truly something of a pervert!”
“The thing about people is that the most pleasurable moment comes when they give themselves permission to do what they’re not supposed to.”
As if he understood.
”…That was what Mommy Neia said.”
”…Don’t cross the line where it becomes hard for me to get angry!”
Indeed, there’s that moment when Neia gives herself permission to do what she shouldn’t: like the time she decided to let her body be used by me, or when she made the choice to become a female slave.
For her personally, she was utterly exhausted emotionally; after becoming unable to distinguish good from bad, she eventually sank into immense pleasure and profound security. It must have been the greatest joy of her entire life.
“So Andy should just enjoy resisting as much as possible. After all, he can’t bring himself to speak harshly to his daughter anyway, so he’s destined to lose~♪”
“Gah… how wicked.”
“Yay! Daddy’s angry~♪ I’m going to be punished with my penis~♪”
While radiating the mischievous grin characteristic of a little brat, Ele nonchalantly shrugs off her pajamas over her shoulder.
Refusing to yield, Frena tosses aside her own pajamas and runs her hand over my penis while licking my nipple.
“If you keep pushing your luck… I won’t put my penis in kids who act so mean to their father.”
“Yes, it’s futile~. There’s no way Andy can refrain from fucking me~♪”
“She’s really riding high on her arrogance…”!
“There’s no way Frena could be satisfied all by herself, after all, she has a hyper-libidoous, tireless-pervert dad like you.”
What incredibly promiscuous and arrogant brats they are.
Then Frena lifted her head to argue back.
“I can be satisfied too! I’m much sturdier than you are!”
“No way, no way. You were still a virgin only until recently; there’s no way your body could withstand Andy’s non-stop fucking.”
“Dad. Show them what I can do. Let her see that I can conceive from hundreds of orgasms.”
With her childlike pajamas made of soft fabric, she removed and tossed aside the bottoms too. My daughter, still in the midst of developing as a female, straddled me once more.
“Even if I faint… even if my pussy gets ruined… it doesn’t matter~♪ Keep fucking me non-stop until dawn, pouring your semen and puto into me relentlessly~♪ I’ve been your father’s exclusive meat hole since birth~… Show me how to use it~♪”
Penetration.
My daughter pushed her own uterus against my sowing stick on her own initiative.
”…Kuuu.”
While releasing a groan filled with regret,
I was tormented by the sensations of Frena’s vagina… daily, as my daughter continued to grow lovely and familiar with my penis, tightening her female flesh around me.
Still, I bit down on my lip at the fact that I couldn’t deny what Ele had said.
Frena, with her fluffy hair—just like my mother’s—bobbing as she rides me from behind and wags her hips, alongside Elenia, who recently had the left side of her bob cut to just below my ear and teases my father with a carefree smile. Their vulvas. Their lips. Their asses. I certainly entered this room thinking I’d make use of every hole of theirs… while anticipating them each with eager delight… It’s also true that I was trying to look away from the limbs of my own flesh and blood, whose bodies had somehow etched themselves into my mind in a half-hearted way; no single cunt would have sufficed to distract me from those sights. …One hole alone won’t suffice.
“Ah… umm, the first one… Dad, you always cum too much…♪”
I cradle my beloved daughter as she finishes squirting her initial load on top of me in the riding position, patting her gently to commend her.
”…If this keeps up, I’ll be pregnant real soon…♪”
”…You’re using contraception properly, right?”
”…Hehe♪”
“Hey.”
“Secret… anyway, once it’s out, how many times today matters not… right…♪”
“You’re really keeping contraception proper, aren’t you!? Having my child is no laughing matter, damn it!?”
“Why don’t you ask Mom Hilda to check tomorrow? Today, let’s just go ahead and have a conception-inducing climax… eh?”
There are two demons within the household.
The daughters themselves, whose female cunts they use as bait to lure their father toward depravity from different angles—demons called “loving daughters.”
“Papa~♪ …Put it in… ♪”
Elenia turns her ass towards me, slowly lowering her pajamas to expose her behind.
The scent of sex, the heat of arousal, and the warmth of skin against mine.
Those lewd voices of my daughters, ones I hadn’t even heard before only a few months ago.
”…Would you rather put it in your ass? You can do anything you want as long as it’s Papa…♪”
They intoxicated me.
Not just me—the girls are also getting lost in the haze.
“If you say so, I’ll go for your ass…♪ I’m fine with that, Dad…♪”
Sweet, hot, and intoxicating.
The daughters, eager to be overwhelmed by their father’s libido, dance on the bed.
…Once again, today, I succumb.
“Kay-chan.”
“Yes.”
”…Your father is me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Generally, fathers don’t show their penises to their daughters, let alone touch or fuck them.”
“Klausy-kun-bocchi said that since ‘My dad is a weird dad, so I can forget all the usual stuff!’”
“Clau-…!!!”
“Cosmos said there’s also the viewpoint that ‘licking is safe!’”
“Cosmos-chan…!!!”
”…Even the head maid once mentioned that maids would lick their masters’ penises without hesitation if given half a chance.”
“That’s definitely an opinion I should realize can’t be taken as guidance, damn it!?”
And besides, the one hiring you isn’t me. Well, it’s certainly not about telling you to suck on Carlos-kun’s cock.
“Let’s start with at least some oral sex.”
”…………”
“Pleasure, Master.”
“No, stop making the father bow like that!? And you’re not my master either!”
…Even though it was a naked palace, the meek dad I am got beaten into submission by my daughter doing a full-nude crawl and then got dragged in for some handjobs.