After all, there are still a few boys born in the colony. For some reason, they’re scarce—roughly two males for every five females. The imbalance of “Ki” might still be lingering. Among those born through Polka’s methods, the ratio isn’t nearly that extreme. In fact, some of the kids impregnated right here in the colony are already older than Peter would be if he’d been conceived naturally, so by now, the oldest among them should theoretically be old enough to breed… but wait.
“Where are the boys keeping it down?”
Arnie Boyd, naked and about to burn his clothes for no particular reason, asked casually as if the conversation had naturally flowed that way. Since our own session back there had already come to a conclusion, I invited him along to check on their condition.
The males were gathered on the third floor of this stone building. Originally constructed to house and facilitate promiscuous activity among more than half of the colony’s population, the space was vast—easily accommodating dozens without issue. I usually sleep and stay on the first floor; the second is currently unused. So why am I going up to the third? Because, given a cat-beastkin’s physical capabilities, the second floor wouldn’t really constitute isolation anymore.
…Hmm, right. Isolation. More accurately, protection from being overwhelmed by the female cats.
Cat-beastkins experience far more intense heat when females are involved. Just like in the past tragedy, with such a skewed gender ratio, full-blown promiscuity would quickly spiral out of control, leaving the males absolutely drained one after another. Yes, males do feel desire too, but their stamina is laughably limited. After being emptied just a few times, they’d find it nearly impossible to withstand a rush of female attention. If that left them so thoroughly debilitated that they developed trauma toward women, we’d simply be repeating history all over again.
That’s why, as the full moon approaches, they’re gathered in this isolation facility, while their own urges are managed by a handful of former prostitutes from Cosmos House. This way, they avoid suffering mental damage from over-exhaustion and still get to hone their technique for pleasing women without depleting their vitality.
These former courtesans, having worked at Cosmos House to begin with, are naturally promiscuous; rough sex with the boys is right up their alley. They can handle contraception just fine as well.
”…Oh dear, Owner. If you’re coming up here to meet them too, does that mean you’ve started feeling interest in the lads?” Well…
Today’s duty for handling everyone’s libido was handled by Dark Elf Media-san. When someone suggested that a “role like this” was needed, she was the first person Cosmos-san recommended. Known for her strong preference for youthful bodies and an impeccable reputation as a virgin breaker, she truly is one of those who passionately preaches the merits of boyish charm every time she crosses paths with me. Which explains why, despite possessing a body undeniably fit for erotic pleasure…
And also why, even while standing there completely naked and covered in semen right now…
She happens to be one of the very few people from the Cosmos House faction I’ve never once had sex with. …Not that she’s explicitly rejected me or anything… but there are just certain things about her presence that give me pause. Still, I can’t say it’s not appreciated.
“Isn’t out yet.”
“I thought since you’re waving your hard-on around, something like that was going on?”
“Just finished dealing with a group of girls down below! And Ange’s dressed like this too!”
“If being half-naked all the time at the Palace has anything to do with it, you’ve got to start getting used to my body… even if I lack the goods.”
“Not all Polka-raised brats grow up well-mannered.”
Oh wait, back in the day I was into big-breasted girls, so they were better-behaved. It’s those guys like Jeanne and Irina who’ve somehow convinced me that even a lack of bosom is enough to set them off completely. …Speaking of this husband-and-wife-style comedy duo, Media-san chuckled softly behind her smoking pipe while puffing away on tobacco.
“Well, you have got to admit it. Having worked in brothels as part of my job, there are plenty of guys who’d stop reacting to even a woman’s naked body from sheer exposure.” Behind her stood the cat-beastkin boys, their lower halves bare and collapsed from being thoroughly emptied time and again.
“So then, you’re just confirming the current state? By the time the full moon approaches, things usually reach this level, so you’ve probably seen enough of it by now. The most eye-catching is definitely the very first night they gather. It’s simply extraordinary.”
”…Yeah, honestly, that performance is impressive. But remember, this is strictly for libido management and sex education. You know the rules, right?”
“I get it, dear! ♪”
There are several other former courtesans who take on this role as well… but whenever Media-san’s scheduled for duty, there seems to be a mutual understanding that she can handle it all by herself. While others usually come in groups of two or more, she always goes it alone. …No, I really do appreciate it. Truly grateful even though I can’t help feeling a bit creeped out.
“What do you mean, since Angelina also came via Mappa, are you just testing the waters?”
“N-no way. Besides, I’m a female slave, so in a sense, I’m more like a mother figure to them…”
”…?”
Media tilted her head, making a face as if asking, “What is this kid even talking about?”
It’s hard to say that Anzeros’s theory—that his kids are now practically his own—is widely understood. Honestly, I don’t get it either myself.
Come to think of it, even back when he was in the early stages—if you’ll excuse the phrasing—having so many kids and directing maternal care toward all of them seems impossible… or does it? On top of that, having her show up naked at this orgy现场 still gives me pause for concern. If the kids start cooing over her, there’s a good chance we’ll forgive Anzeros for being an overly spoiled brat. But you’re mine. At least as long as I’m around, no other man is allowed to touch you.
“Education, huh? But with this kind of setup, will it really benefit the colony’s future?” Anzeros said this while looking at the cat-boys with a hint of worry. I don’t feel confident either, but since the conclusion came from people far more knowledgeable than me about feral cat ecology—and even Grandpa Dona was part of that consensus—it has to be reliable.
Naturally, in normal conditions, male and female cats mating one-on-one leaves no issues if left entirely to instinct. But with the moon’s influence pushing for chaotic group sex, as long as we accept not knowing whose offspring results, there’s really nothing wrong with it. There seems to be quite a bit of culture among feral cat colonies where people just shrug and say, “Well, can’t help it.”
In reality though, males are in short supply. Even if we try to cherish them, assigning them exclusively to certain females would cause jealousy and unrest. Importing large numbers of males from outside could easily lead to another group seizing control of the colony, and honestly, I’d hate that too. So our only option left is to turn young boys into “men capable of fucking multiple partners in one night.”
Luckily enough, the “libido” that feral cats experience during the full moon is primarily driven by pleasure rather than reproduction. Theoretically speaking, even if they can’t cum repeatedly due to stamina limits, high technique should suffice. And with the refined skills they’ve developed, the women they fuck are almost exclusively stepmothers or sisters—and let’s just ignore that fact. After all, while I’m away, sisters engaging in lesbian play is already pretty common around here.
“It won’t cause too many bad problems as long as we don’t stop introducing new blood for tens of generations,” Irina had once said, but most of the time I hear her say this right when she’s looking like she might get pregnant by my daughters anyway. Still, I choose to believe her here too.
Hopefully, these several dozen boys will each end up marrying 3–4 women and forming a balanced community someday. That’s our ultimate goal. Until then, I’ll be pairing off with the older generation to ensure prosperity while leaving my daughters to… well, handle things with lesbian play themselves. …That’s basically our future plan for the feral cat colony.
“It’s about time though—we can’t ignore the possibility of letting some of them get married and start living independently soon—hey, someone actually proposed seriously just a little while ago! I felt all shaken up~♪”
”…If they’re going to marry, I’d also like for them to take on the role of sex education instructors.”
“Oh no, that’s too bad. Hmm, you’re right.”
Throughout the whole thing, Media kept smearing leftover thick pre-cum all over her own skin, looking utterly delighted. …If she’s having fun fulfilling her duty, then more than enough for me.
Full moon.
A few days before and after, the feral cats’ heat intensifies dramatically. Especially those in their early teens—their bodies aren’t fully grown yet, but somehow their instincts already know they have the reproductive functions needed to give birth. When their impulses get too strong, they tend to go into a high state overall: lighting random fires and dancing aimlessly, or just leaping straight into the oasis. If we try to forbid this, frustration builds up, leading to meaningless fights instead. So during these periods, such behaviors are tacitly tolerated. In fact, they sometimes even add simple accompaniment like before or have older cats sing traditional folk songs from their colony just to hype things up.
As for me? I’m still busy fucking the shit out of everyone without hesitation. Standing on young girls under eaves at homes, or cutting in mid-mealtime to fuck a mother cat from behind while squirting load after load into my daughters’ vaginas, or stepping outside and giving Yuna—a masochistic stray cat I randomly found—a good ass-whipping fuck until she’s blissed out.
In a normal city, doing stuff like this would make anyone an obvious abnormality who absolutely needs to be hanged and burned alive. But in this tiny feral cat colony, no one dares oppose my cock. Even if I don’t say a word, everyone still happily offers their wet pussy lips waiting for me to ravage them.
“Every time I think this… I really don’t want Floweria ever coming here again.” After returning to the former entertainment district, Naris lay back on her elbow, sighing while staring at the naked girls scattered everywhere. She’d even set up a fancy mini table and chairs made of palm wood right on the eaves (my own handmade work) just to act cool, but she couldn’t resist the flow and eventually burned her clothes too—so now she’s just as nude as those fucked-up cat-girls from noon until evening.
“Even if she’s not Ria, that kind of education is way too harsh for a normal kid.”
Naris fully agreed, though… well, my cock was still dripping like a faucet after just shooting off a load.
Naris stared blankly at it for a bit, then sighed again.
”…But you know what? Lately Ria’s been saying she wants to see ‘everywhere Mom goes’…”
“Then tell her not to go where it’s dirty.”
“If I say that because of YOU, I look like the kinda mom who’s all pervy!”
“I love how you’re not gonna deny participating in a full-naked choker group chat, even though I just made fun of you.”
“A little?! Hey, sure, I’m happy about that!”
Truth be told, Naris being carefree like that had always been my kinda type.
“Ria is Andy’s daughter too, so I think she has the right to know why her dad’s so popular with cats and stuff.”
That was Elenia defending… defending? …me, from behind while clinging to my waist.
“Aren’t you just trying to breed more perverted daughters who sleep with their dads at every chance you get?”
“Not really. I doubt Ria’d want to see Papa getting it on like that anyway.”
”…Ah, so THAT’S your plan! Trying to drive a wedge between Ria and her father!”
Florea is one of the few daughters who honestly seeks guidance from me as a “father.”
“If knowing the truth makes them pull away, isn’t that just natural? Hiding weird stuff from kids is gross.”
“Eeek!”
Wielding the curse word “gross” to wound her dad so carelessly… if he wasn’t fully naked and hugging me tight right now, I’d’ve fallen apart. And stop grabbing my cock!
…And then Aurora glided in with all that grace.
“I do think no parent is truly free of secrets… but eventually, everyone finds out. Timing matters—it’s not a bad idea to wait.”
Even naked and modest about her breasts, she radiated an ethereal aura like a goddess.
I almost got distracted staring at her until Naris caught my eye, we both sighed heavily in unison, and I spoke up.
“But Ria’s only seven…”
“Knowing how things usually are around the Palace or not… still…”
”…But DAD! When DID you show it to her?! After trying so hard to keep her away since she was a baby!”
“The other day, Tetes peeked in by accident!”
”…Oh no…!”
By the way, nobody was actually shocked about everyone being naked… they’d subtly asked around when playing outside with their siblings and figured out most of it. Honestly, they seemed to find our bare-only zone kinda funny.
Well, since hot springs are mainly for soaking naked, I just bulldozed my explanation to cover it up.
”…Anyway, while we were chatting, cheers rang out toward the dungeon exit.”
“What?”
Elenia tilted her head curiously, so I patted it affectionately.
“Yeah, probably took down some monsters or something.”
Usually, that’s when happy-sounding voices erupt over there.
But…
”…Wait, aren’t we all completely naked right now?”
”…Silence…”
…Umm?
So… bare… hunting monsters while entirely nude?
That seems way too flashy, even for us.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously moved toward the center to take a peek—only to find Lyra there.
“H-hold on, Master! Today’s gonna be a big haul~♪”
“No way—I came here naked!?”
“Don’t worry about it. My only job is to carry you.”
“That’s actually more shocking!”
Who the hell let them do this fully naked?
Then it hit me—Nery, the samurai-cat I’d been abusing all week just yesterday, stepped forward with a smug grin, ready for a double kink session.
“The full moon’s near, so things are feeling great! Monsters are strong at this time of year, but nothing can stand up to me, your precious vessel brimming with Master’s essence.”
”…At least do this when I’m wearing clothes and armor—do you want me getting injured unnecessarily!?”
She looked maybe a few years older than Luna. Though she’d surely passed thirty, her body remained remarkably youthful, thanks to those regular dips into the spirit springs.
No visible wounds, but really, she shouldn’t be pushing herself like this.
“If that’s how it is, we should’ve joined us as guests instead—”
”…Wait, Anzeros! Why wasn’t I included!? I definitely don’t want full-nude hardcore fighting sessions!?”
Naris trembled with horror—but looking at her, I had to admit, out of everyone here, Lyra was the second who’d look best in such a state. Probably because she’s accustomed to stepping onto battlefields half-naked in bikini armor most days.
Full moon nights get even more intense.
The relatively seasoned feline bitches cook up wilder-than-hell monster meat feasts, their earthy, primal Zundokozundoko rhythms pounding as a backdrop while they crank up the heat, devouring pleasure and sperm in equal measure, then boast proudly about how much essence they’ve taken in.
Every shred of shame dissolves—it’s an entire village going wild in a celebration of sex.
Right in the middle of the plaza, I fuck young catgirls one after another. While everyone watches—mothers, grandmothers, sisters—I fill their wombs with cloudy white seed under their very eyes.
Once done fucking, each girl moves to the edge of the circle to catch her breath, flashing off their dirty lower halves and excitedly chatting about how much they’re enjoying pregnancy.
Amidst these girls come half-elf Kasha and other foreign women who’ve made this colony their home, crawling here demanding seed… Naturally, I don’t discriminate; I’m spreading my offspring across all of them without hesitation.
“I can keep doing this for a whole month and not feel a thing—I’m terrifyingly hard…”
“Seriously, though~☆”
“No, honestly I think about sixty percent of that is on Hilda.”
“It’s nothing bad, right?☆”
Since she was nearby, I fucked her too. Everyone’s naked, ready to be used anytime.
As far as the eye can see around the bonfire: glistening women, their bare bodies stretching endlessly. Every inch of skin, every pair of genitals, every set of lips is seducing me.
“By the way, Andy-kun… did you notice?”
“Noticed what?”
”…Starting a while ago, I’ve been fucking quite a few girls~☆”
”!?”
I was supposed to be checking first before hugging them!
And I definitely avoided looking suspiciously at any girls in questionable stages of maturity…
“No way… Illusion? W-wait, Malone!?”
”…”
Malone, who should’ve been watching from the outer perimeter… glanced away slightly when my gaze landed on her.
“You betrayed me!?”
“The kids pleaded desperately, saying ‘we’d rather give birth to Papa’s child than Brother’s’—I can’t believe their efforts~☆ But okay, I’ll forgive you.”
“Guguu…”
We’re the ones who planned for incestuous relationships among siblings and cousins for future generations—it’d be better than father’s kids, right?
Sure, there might still be some who don’t quite agree with that.
But, just because…
“Please, please, for at least contraception…”
“Just a little won’t thin the blood too much, trust me!☆ Your harem’s medical team knows what they’re doing!”
“Mmm…”
That said…
The fact that I might impregnate my daughter still makes some primal instinct stir up trouble inappropriately.
“Hehe, your face says no, but your little dick is honest about it!☆”
”…P-please, don’t surprise me with that kind of thing…”
“You give up and accept it?”
”…O-Only if they’re the type who genuinely hate that sort of thing.”
”♪”
In effect, I’m accepting incest between father and daughter just for tonight.
With a mission in my heart to be fully aware of pregnancy when we do conceive—I make my declaration, and suddenly the heat around me surges. Most of the rapidly growing population, and nearly all those in their peak fertility years are my daughters; with pregnancy approved like this, their excitement knows no ceiling.
“T-That’s cheating!!!”
“We’re fine too, right!?”
“No, Elenia and Frena can’t get pregnant! Also, do you guys even want to get pregnant!”
“Isn’t that obvious!?”
“It’s not fucking obvious!!!”
Surrounded by girls in various states of arousal, the moonlit open-air orgy continues endlessly.
…I made sure with Hilda and Marone that contraception magic was properly placed for Elenia and Frena.
As the full moon passes and excitement gradually fades, a few days later I’ll even have room to spare for enjoying time with my female slaves.
“Things like this… sex in situations like this… are really nice… huh…♪”
“Almeida, you’re getting too influenced by Sharon, aren’t you?”
”…N-not as much as her… besides, she’d probably actually enjoy the men staring at her nakedness in a place where it’s not allowed…♪”
”…Well, maybe.”
Thinking that there are many types of exhibitionists even while boldly fucking Almeida right in the middle of the colony.
By the way, Almeida is now also a captain, equivalent to Sharon, so we no longer use honorifics with her.
There are actually voices calling for both Sharon and Almeida to be promoted to Great Captaincy, but since they spend their usual days wandering aimlessly through Porka and only return during times of great invasion, they’ve been declining those offers.
…And Alex calls them out on it every single time, sharp as a needle.
”…G-please come over here too! Since I’m already sticking my ass out!”
“Yes, yes”
Naris next door gets involved just because she can.
It takes her some time each time to let go of her defenses, but if she’s going to enjoy it, she’s honestly quite straightforward.
“Mn… damn, even after today I have no idea how many people I’ve fucked already… what an incredible dick you have, huh…♪”
“Not at all…♪ If you get bored with Naris, just put me back in whenever you want, my master…♪”
Almeida swinging her hips as if enjoying herself.
Still weak to pleasure just like before—or maybe only slightly improved?—but her attitude of letting go completely and embracing sex as a female slave has certainly become much stronger than before.
Her appearance hasn’t changed at all since we first met… but I’m fucking these elf slaves who have definitely become more honest with me, boasting in this depraved paradise, and inseminating them.
“Uu… ku… mnn…♪♪”
“Ahhh… haa, ahhh…♪ I think I might have gotten pregnant…♪”
“H-hurry up and get me pregnant before it’s too late—Martha’s not gonna wait forever, after all…♪”
“Just because you’re giving birth doesn’t mean…” No, that’s the point, Naris…♪
I really do like how Naris casually takes a bit of a seat on Almeida while her womb accepts the seed without even a hint of protection. …As soon as she finishes inseminating one of them, she starts sizing me up again—those cat-girls are already eyeing their next move, eager to get bred too. They’ve tasted success; they’re my own flesh and blood after all. …But I only got them pregnant that one night, so they at least need to be taught how contraceptive magic works before anything else happens. Still, when people ask, “Isn’t it supposed to be the full moon when you’re most fertile? So what’s the point?”… I get stuck on how to answer. …Yeah, the line between acceptable and too much keeps getting lower by the day.
By the way, extra clothes for Onyx if she needs new ones have been left ready by our active housemaids who look after us properly.
Well, you could say that preparing their own outfits is part of being my caretakers, can’t you?
”…And where are your replacement clothes?”
“Where’s there any need? We burned everything in the colony!”
It took some work to keep those girls from wandering around Onyx Manor completely naked until I finally managed to corral them into the ‘Playroom.’ No, honestly, we do play games like that when no one’s looking… …So now you guys are just enjoying how much trouble I’m in by making Señor Carlos mad again, aren’t you?