I especially love the moment a girl slips her panties down, but I’m just as fond of watching her put on stockings.
There’s no restraint in my excitement when I see dark-skinned Dark Elf legs, bare and beautiful, being slowly pulled up into shimmering white stockings.
You know what? Girls getting absolutely naked and sticky with me… that’s honestly the peak of happiness for me.
And girls dressing up? That’s meaningful too. I think it’s a way to please men like me.
”……My master is looking at my feet with bad eyes.”
“Bad eyes?! On second thought, shouldn’t I have been more wary when I was completely naked all the time!?”
“No. Looking at me and thinking ‘fuck, I wanna shove my dong right up your ass’ is a very healthy perspective. Anything else—a fetishized gaze—is the real problem. It’s useless.”
Saying this, Kay-chan tucks her legs closer together, wrapped snugly in stockings.
She’s one of the Onyx Maiden unit, and also my daughter—a troubled kid.
What makes her troubled? The fact that, despite being my daughter, she shares the Onyx Maidens’ inconvenient wish: “I want to be fucked by my master as a sex-service maid.”
Over and over again, she’s tried to force-feed me with her virginity, and I’ve finally given in and allowed it.
But thanks to contraceptive magic, we’re safe. For now, I’m still just shy of the absolute worst line—getting my daughter pregnant.
…Like Elenia and Frena, she seems eager to get pregnant herself, but I won’t hear any of that. Absolutely not.
Since arriving at “Vapor Palace,” she’d been almost entirely naked, but now, driven by necessity, she’s putting clothes on.
The reason? She’s being sent back to the Baron’s estate for further maid training.
“I don’t mind being treated as Papa’s personal sex toy from now on.”
“That won’t do, Kay.”
Head Maiden Onyx pushes up her thick glasses with a sharp click, speaking in a calm tone of reproach.
“A true maid should first prove herself competent at her job before casually becoming your master’s sex toy—that’s the pride of our Onyx unit. A useless sex toy is just nothing more than a prostitute. Don’t you think it’d be fine to end up even lower than a legitimate worker at Cosmos Emporium, inferior in skill and everything else?”
“That…”
“Let me tell you—there are already several of your master’s daughters working at Cosmos Emporium. If you’re put alongside them, there’ll be no reason why anyone would prioritize using only your cunt just because it’s overly lustful. Is that okay with you?”
“Ahh…”
I cut in right then.
While casually grabbing and squeezing the Head Maiden’s exposed breasts, which had been hanging out the whole time.
“Mmmph…”
“I want to clear up a misunderstanding. Sending Kay-chan to the Baron’s estate isn’t about some ‘added value’ as an onahole maid or anything like that. It’s also for building social connections and proper vocational training. Kay-chan should live far longer than I will, after all.”
While somewhat beloved within the Onyx Maidens, she has very little contact with my other children or the general population of Polka.
Well, there seems to be a strange sense of solidarity between her and Elenia and Frena—who also dedicated their virginities to me.
Elenia and Frena’s mothers are veteran female slaves (now treated effortlessly as such by Neia), so they were given plenty of love and education in this Polka, with complete freedom to choose any future path—whether to work or not. But Kay-chan hasn’t even clearly told us who her mother is yet (and it’s almost certain she isn’t a formal female slave). Since she has no intention of ascending to the special status enjoyed by Elia and Frena, at least I want to make sure she gets proper vocational training as a maid.
For children raised in the Onyx Maidens unit, pursuing a career as erotic maids is extremely problematic for their future prospects.
Though there will certainly be someone pointing out that I, who shoved my dong into them and am the lowest-brow perv father of all, have no right to talk about my children’s futures… that aside, it seems wrong to not teach basic life skills to a daughter who might live for a thousand years.
Being raised in the Onyx Maidens unit is relatively speaking not an unhappy start in life. In Celesta, many local customs are left untamed—or worse, openly tolerated—resulting in education being disregarded to unbelievable degrees and some people being forced into poverty from birth.
But by making friends with Trotte people, her narrow world might expand, and I hope that could soften these extreme values a bit for her.
Furthermore, capable maids can find work anywhere. Not only cooking, washing, and cleaning skills, but also proper manners sufficient to work without issue in Trotte noble houses—she won’t go hungry. As a half-Dark Elf, Kay-chan’s looks are guaranteed.
By the way, considering I was sent off to apprentice as a blacksmith at ten, there’s no need to worry that she’s starting too young.
“Does Papa mind if I get lewdly treated by the Baron?”
“Nope! First of all, being hired as a maid isn’t inherently lewd stuff. The Baron is perverted, sure, but he’s not that kind of person who’d directly mess with an adopted child like this.”
The possibility that someone might peek at her changing or bathing cannot be denied entirely—but well, any woman living in Polka can expect that sort of thing. And anyway, the current situation where I’m showing and fucking my pussy full-time is certainly the more unconventional one.
“I do think I’ve given her thorough training as a maid… mmmph!”
“Then just go ahead and show it all off at the Baron’s estate. Once everyone knows Kay-chan is a capable worker, I’ll be mighty proud.”
I wrap my arms around the maid captain from behind, kneading her breasts as I spout excuses to send her off.
“Go outside and make some friends,” I tell her.
“Oh, making friends is fine, but don’t bring me a boyfriend yet.”
“No way, if you suddenly decide to get a boyfriend, I’ll probably have such an internal conflict that I’ll barely be able to forgive it… whether I can or cannot is up in the air.”
As a father, of course I want my daughter to follow a proper path to happiness. But giving her acceptance if she gets snatched up by another man? That’s hard. And honestly, just as a guy who’s already slept with you once, there’s also that possessive side where I don’t want you getting stolen away by someone else.
Up until recently, I didn’t even know my daughter existed, so playing the father role is difficult on one hand, but that very distance has only fueled my desire to claim her exclusively.
I’m terrible at this. But perhaps that’s just human nature.
While lost in such fantasies and doubts, I slide my penis inside the maid captain without asking for permission.
Seeing this, Kay-chan puffs up slightly.
“Don’t you have any paternal instinct worth blessing your daughter’s first workday with an intra-vaginal ejaculation, Papa?”
“Whoa, that kind of parental blessing is generally something parents are absolutely forbidden from doing!”
As I make a snide comment at her twisted values, making her ample body quiver and dance, I poke holes in her warped worldview.
…Later on, when I somewhat awkwardly suggested to Lanz that having a father boost his daughter’s spirits with an intra-vaginal ejaculation before her first shift would be fantastic material for an erotic illustration series, he flew at me after reading it once or twice, shouting, “There’s a danger of readers getting turned off before the story ends because you’re cramming in too much extreme stuff! Do you get it? It’s not just about piling up hardcore content. If you don’t take your time to build the scene properly, all anyone’s left with is an image of pure madness!”
As a creator, I’m relieved that my work seems to be coming along smoothly. At least for me as an erotic illustration fan.
A few days later.
I wonder how it’s going, so I visit the Baron’s estate.
There are quite a few elves and cat-folk girls moving in and out of the Baron’s residence. While reports reach me saying she’s handling everything flawlessly, as the father who sent her off, I’m still curious if she’s really managing well.
She’s only twelve years old. Even though society does accept that some people start working at this age, she’s still young enough to be handed over work where mistakes are okay and treated like an apprentice.
Is she really doing fine? Won’t she get exhausted dealing with unfamiliar human relationships… I keep fidgeting while trying to find her.
…But since I’m not used to seeing her unclothed, it takes me a while to spot her.
Eventually, I meet Fenner, so I wave and whisper to her.
“I’m just popping by to peek quietly. If you talk normally with those elf ears, even a single wall or two between us isn’t enough to stop the sound from carrying through.”
“What’s wrong, Master?”
“Of course, if you’re on duty right now, ‘Master’ means the Baron. But no, that’s not what I meant. Is Kay doing okay?”
“Yes. She was a bit stiff on the first day, but since she’s honest and easy to get along with, she’s being doted on. Plus, there are no other Dark Elf maids here.”
“Wait, really?”
“There are plenty in the palace, but almost all of them are hole-maids dedicated exclusively to you, Master.”
“Crap, stop speaking so vulgarily? The Hornless Ogre maid captain has some weird hobbies, which makes calling Kay-chan a ‘daughter dild0’ or something equally embarrassing. It’s the worst kind of bad manners possible.”
“Using direct terms excites those being addressed more than using strange slang.”
“I don’t deny that when you’re in such an atmosphere, but still—”
It’s high noon at the Baron’s estate right now?
…While we were having this conversation, I didn’t notice the presence behind me.
“It’s been a while, Smythson-sama.”
”!”
Thinking “Who is that?”, I turn around to find a woman with black hair and a calm demeanor standing there.
Her age is hard to tell; she looks youthful yet also carries an air of someone seasoned in life.
Wait, who was that again? Before I can ask Fenner for an introduction, I barely manage to hold back, forcing my brain to spin until I suddenly remember.
It’s been about three years since we last met.
“Mirei”
“Heehee. The effect of the sacred springs here is wonderful, isn’t it? My skin has become this smooth even though I’ve passed thirty.”
She usually appears to me in her maid uniform. Her hair, once a short bob back three years ago, now cascades loosely down to just behind her shoulders, draping over her back with gentle abandon. And given the Fountain’s regenerative effects, it wouldn’t be strange for her to look younger than she was—so there’s no need to question it too much. Anzeros, who once served as head maid of his own family, the Neiman estate, ended up getting knocked up after several secret trysts with me (my identity as the father was confirmed by Apple using divinatory magic). In the end, she divorced her original husband. I still haven’t had the chance to meet the child she bore at that time. After stepping down from her role as head maid, Linda entrusted her with a part of their business operations, and she made her debut as the female merchant poised to lead the next generation of Sylphide—disappearing for a while from the Neiman Manor in the capital.
“The reason we’re here is partly for hot springs treatment along the way with some Grunge-related work. That’s why I brought my daughter.”
“Wait… she’s a girl?”
“Yes! She’s so cute. Since I was a maid a few years ago, she says when she grows up, she wants to become a maid too.”
“So it’ll be hereditary like that…?”
“If she really wants it, why not?”
But honestly, I think it would’ve been more natural for her to inherit the merchant business they’re currently running. Linda seems quite impressed too, remarking that “she’s going to turn out sharp and capable.”
…Mila leaned in close until her lips brushed my ear.
“And she says she’ll give her virginity to Dad too…♪”
“Hold on! What are you telling me?”
“That’s just it—the Neiman household is filled with women they satisfy beyond their wildest dreams, so it wouldn’t do to leave them unsatisfied. Lady Linda might be strict about thieves and thugs, but she happily lets servant children play freely in the spacious gardens…♪”
…So I guess that means Mila has been watching me having affairs and orgies there with those women?
Or does she know and just let it slide as a parent? What kind of mother is she even being?
Although honestly, “as a parent” isn’t something I can really expect from her anyway.
“There! That’s the one…♪”
Milà pointed forward, and there stood a young girl with hair color remarkably similar to mine, laughing joyfully while helping carry in laundry alongside Kai.
Dressed in a maid uniform just like me.
The moment she spotted Mom and me, she bounded over eagerly, waving her hands enthusiastically.
“Mama!! …Uh, um… Lady Smison!”
”…Yeah, just call me Dad, okay?”
Even though we hadn’t met before (from our side), being addressed as “Lady” by my own daughter felt awkward immediately. So I quickly insisted she call me “Dad.”
Next to her, Kai looked noticeably brighter than usual too. Meeting a compatible friend… well, siblings—could be seen as a positive influence sooner rather than later?
That’s what I thought anyway until…
“Dad sounds more exciting to them!”
“What?! Really? Then, ‘Dad’♪”
“Hold it, Kai. That slip of the tongue isn’t appropriate.”
And what exactly was “then” supposed to mean?
“I’m named Mone! Please give me a vibrator!”
“Rejected!!!”
“Eh!?!”
How can I even pretend to faint when my own daughter just said that right after meeting her for the first time? Especially during broad daylight in our home.
But Mone seems genuinely stunned, looking truly shocked.
“How dare you raise her like that, Milà!?”
“Well…”
Mirei gave an uneasy shrug.
Fennel bent low toward the two little maids, her expression soft and warm.
“Such topics are considered improper after dark,” she said gently.
“Understood.”
“Oh, really?”
Wait—it’s not about that. Just because it’s dark doesn’t mean everything becomes permissible.
“I mean, how on earth do you raise kids by actually asking them to ‘make a dildo for me’!!!”
“Oh, well… I handled that part.”
Kay raised her hand sharply.
You?
“Trot culture seems entirely unfamiliar with such things as dildos,” Fennel remarked smoothly. “Though they’re quietly popular here in Onyx.”
“It’s not even about that, is it?! How many times do I need to tell my father something like this is off-limits before he finally gets it?!”
“Monet’s mother and her stepfather separated—not because of sexual incompatibility per se, but rather due to… let’s say, a notable lack of vigor on his part. So for someone as uninhibited as Monet, I suppose only Dad’s dick would suffice.”
“Several maids practically dropped their trays when they heard that kind of talk! Only a father could handle things like that, right?!”
”…Well, it’s not impossible I might be the only one around… but probably not… likely there are others too…”
He knew nothing about other women who’d given themselves freely to lustful men, so his gaze kept drifting away.
Troubled, Mirei and Fennel exchanged a look seeking mutual support—but both offered him smoldering smiles instead.
“I know absolutely nothing of such matters beyond my master’s bedchamber~♪”
“What a pity. Since you’ve come, would you care to join us at the infamous ‘Sex Palace’—you and your daughter~♪”
“It’s called the Vapor Palace…”.
Once women have completely lost all moral compasses, common sense no longer applies to them.
I was supposed to reconnect Kay with the sensible world, but…
“Dad’s dick is truly amazing. It jumps.”
“Yeah, it jacks off~♪”
“You think this whole thing was just some silly moment of warmth, when really you two were having lewd chat…”
“But it was me,” she protested.
“And I adore those kinds of talks too~♪”
The self-proclaimed daughter dildos have increased once more.