This story takes place approximately ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is forty years old. Elenia stopped calling me “Papa” starting from her thirteenth birthday.
I wonder why. Maybe it was because for her birthday present, I made a staff whose tip glows and spins around and around. Irina told me that if you were giving it to a much younger child, it would definitely get a huge reaction, but having that comment the day before just complicates things. Plus, it’s your fault for being rich enough to just order subordinates to procure top-tier clothes and accessories at the drop of a hat. I have to compete on technical skill, and since I’m not exactly young anymore these days, I can’t just conjure up anything in a flash of inspiration whenever I think about runes. …No, it’s no use complaining about Irina’s opinion. The real problem is Elenia. “Elenia, please. Give me another chance as your papa. Okay?” “Huh?” I put my hands together and pleaded for a shot at redemption with a new gift, but she hit me with a “Huh?” in such a chilling tone that it froze the blood in my veins. I’m dying.
Elenia keeps her mother’s shining blonde hair cut in a bob style.
She has a specific look where the hem on the left side is slightly longer, and apparently, she has Selen trim it for her every two weeks.
Since Elenia came into power, Selen has taken things more easily in various aspects of life, but stating that he is top-class as a barber in Polka would be an understatement.
Elenia has been somewhat reserved toward me lately, but she seems to have no issues loving her mother; she often tells Selen, “Your hair’s gotten too long,” in a slightly scolding tone, and he just chuckles and says “yes, yes.”
Her ears are distinctly short—unlike Selen or Angu, who look superficially similar to elves—and apparently cannot move.
In the old days, I used to give her ears a quick kiss while bathing her, but Christy was furious when she happened to see it.
I’ve been told that kissing on the lips is considered safe behavior for an elf, so I have sworn never to mention this matter to Elenia.
I love Elenia dearly, but I understand where the line lies as a father.
“What? The birthday present? That spinning thing?”
“Yeah. I was thinking of making something better than that…”
“Better how? What kind of ‘better’ are you planning to make?”
“Well… obviously, I can’t have her walking around with that staff anymore, and it lacked practicality. So, I’m aiming for a stylish, moving decorative piece that fits in the room as nice interior decor—you know, something fun to look at when you feel like it…”
“I seriously hate that about you, Andy.”
“Ugh!”
Being bluntly dismissed in a tone I never got from my female slaves, I felt like I might cough up blood.
This is bad. I’ll need to drink some spirit spring water later.
And as you’ve heard, the name people call me after my transformation is “Andy.” A first-name basis for their father.
“Sure, that thing was just a toy, and Peter liked it more than me did, so I just gave it to him right away.”
“You… gave it away…”
Kids are cruel, aren’t they?
“Usually, in situations like that, you say ‘I’ll make something better for next year,’ right? Are you planning on making junk until I’m satisfied? Do you have nothing else to do? Boring?”
“S-stop it! I’m trying my best even if you don’t see it!”
“Mama and the others all say that, but actually, aren’t you just rubbing Momma’s or your sisters’ breasts and buttocks and going heh heh? Are you really working at anything?”
“Stop it! I’m doing things behind your back that you don’t understand yet!”
Actually, Elenia doesn’t get it… rather, I myself don’t quite understand what I’m trying so hard for.
The reason I phrase it so vaguely is because my current activities have Irina, Tetes, and Ms. Cosmos attached as brains.
Recently, they established a rather grand organization called the Smysone & Forest Foundation, and I am sent to unusually high-society parties or festivals where I am forced to give speeches.
I intended blacksmithing to be my main business, but honestly, my handiwork isn’t earning enough. Jeanne has more sense and stamina, and I still can’t beat Jackie-san.
In that state, the idea of “earning my own money to support the female slaves” was far too presumptuous.
Since they were concerned about that point, Irina invited me to try out a side business. I boarded with half-doubt, but… apparently, while I give speeches, Clan Chief Irina, Count Tetes, and Ms. Cosmos, who holds an enormous network of connections in the southern desert, provide input, luring investments into businesses centered around Karlwin, Grandy, and the Northern Forest, thereby generating revenue.
I give a speech once a month, saying whatever they tell me to say. I act as a shield for them against the obvious perverts who drop by (since all three are pretty, there’s no shortage of them), while mostly just watching from the sidelines as they get their business in order. Sometimes topics that have absolutely nothing to do with the Northern Forest or Kaelwin and Grandiz come up, and I can’t help but feel anxious about whether things are really okay, though apparently everything is going smoothly. Honestly, it’s too political for me to fully understand. So when asked what we’re actually doing, all I can say is, “I don’t know, but we’re doing something.”
As for the rest of my time… well, I make things while people call me a scrap dealer.
”…You really should stop touching women’s breasts and butt in front of the kids, right?”
“Isn’t it a bit late to start worrying about that now?”
“We have no choice but to ban children from this place.”
At what used to be a secret hot spring, which we’ve been expanding from that exposed outdoor bath until it was roughly the same size as Carlos’s house… now known as the “Vapor Palace.”
…Saying “Palace” makes it sound like Dragon Palace, but since there are always several dragons hanging around, that isn’t actually wrong. It’s a Dragon Palace because the dragons themselves say so.
Houses in the new city can accommodate ten to fifteen people, but ultimately, we couldn’t fit all the associates coming to Polka there alone.
Moreover, naked tribes like the brood dragons cause massive public order violations just by entering the city streets, so they proposed a grand plan: let’s build a huge base where women who come to visit me can stay, and where nobody will complain even if dragons parade around naked!… This was kicked off ten years ago, driven mainly by Lieeda and Irina.
Honesty, I thought the blueprints were a joke when I saw them. I figured it was a castle or a base, not a house.
I assumed Grandiz had just gotten big-headed after his success.
…However, a strong push came from Breakcore and Diel.
“It’s better to have buildings that interface with the barrier. The risk is too high if we leave the barrier open in the open every time Breakcore goes out. If we build an enclosed base and have dragons guard it, we can significantly reduce the risk.”
…That was their argument, so I said “I see,” and it was approved at the clan meeting.
While clearing a path two hundred meters wide wasn’t a huge proportion of the entire forest, for humans doing it without permission, it was a massive project that would immediately get shot by arrows.
So, openly, the dragons and the Northern Forest’s house masters leveled the ground, built towering stone walls, and filled the grand arched roof with gapless inscriptions that become transparent when heated.
Thanks to this, during summer days, you constantly feel the sense of freedom of an open sky, while underneath lies a vast hot spring space as wide as Tarq’s oasis.
…It was a bit deeper at the initial design stage, but now it’s only about thirty centimeters deep because they worried about kids drowning. You can’t submerge your whole body unless you lie down, though.
Centered on this hot spring area are adjacent large sections connected by roofs: a bed area (sleeping around three hundred people), a cafeteria area (where cats and elf children train before working in the city), a hobby area (with a dance stage and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff/landing area. Literally, it has become a palace-like space.
I locked this huge space down with only my own associates.
Specifically, female slaves, kids from the cat colony, employees from Cosmos’s place (coming as a resort), Onyx’s maid corps (after I said they could come, they voluntarily set up three-month rotations, sending about five at a time to stay on vacation), women from Misty Crystal’s two palaces, and various others. Girls who can comfortably be naked with me, even knowing I’m a lecherous stud.
And then there are the children. They were still small, and I really couldn’t bring myself to leave them in someone else’s care. It was spacious enough that they could stay far away from the orgy scenes.
In this environment, spending time completely naked is optional within the facility.
Here, brood dragons were naturally naked, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for perverted reasons, there is no gender separation. Visitors usually live a naked life once they get here.
So, my kids are used to seeing other people’s nudity. Here, unknown beautiful women appear and disappear in their birthday suits—over ten at a time—bathing in the springs or being held naked by me around the shoulders.
…I thought that was fine while the kids were little.
We’re dealing with relationships involving dozens of people, openly keeping sex in mind. Given how I ended up in this position, it was difficult to hide it from the children.
The worst for their education were the cat beastfolk, whose common sense was off (and who got into heat) due to that closed environment, but since a child was born, I couldn’t say we no longer take in cats at Polka either.
There was also the opinion that you could just claim “nudity is culture,” mainly from the dark elves and Maya’s group.
But being nudged by Elenia like this makes me realize something.
Just doing it openly doesn’t make it right.
No matter how often you visit a hall of total nudity, girls don’t want to see their father ogling in the nude. After all, Minister Ashton is respected to some extent by the children, but also despised, isn’t he?
He might be an attractive male to his wives, but for the children, it’s completely different. Of course, same for me.
But.
“I understand why your first daughter is so adorable to you. But you have many other daughters and sons as well; as the head of the house, you shouldn’t let a single opinion sway you.”
In the middle of the hot spring area, Aurora leaned against me, constantly trying to guide my hand to her butt. Naturally, she was completely naked.
There hasn’t been much change since we first met. She doesn’t have kids of her own yet, so the children call her “Sister Aurora.”
“Andy’s job is to touch tits. Well, his real job should be sticking his cock in.”
And Luna, who is gripping my dick and rubbing it at high speed…
I figured that having given birth six times (three times with twins) might have wrecked her figure, but if anything, she seems more attractive than she used to be.
It’s not that my preferences have changed… well, maybe they have. But the effects of the spiritual spring and Hilda’s beauty treatments are benefiting all our female slaves.
Luna’s breasts grew about two cup sizes since we met, likely a side effect of childbirth, making them incredibly bouncy, which just makes the elf girls jealous. Her face and skin still look like they belong to someone in their early twenties.
“Parenting is important, but rather than raising them as perfectly decent kids, you have to teach them what to give up being Andy’s child. Andy is already too famous.”
“But still…”
“If we were a mixed-race elf family anywhere else, we’d be persecuted everywhere. Despite that, Andy planted roots in Polka to protect all his children, reconciling humans and elves, summoning people from both Celesta and Karlwin… he created a place where anyone could be themselves no matter what. For a child of such a person, falling into the mundane way of thinking typical for Trotts would actually be a misfortune.”
”…But I want Elenia to like me too. It’s easy to blame her for not fitting in, but I just like the Elenia she is now.”
“Parental delusion.”
“Yeah, parental delusion.”
Two veteran female slaves nod in agreement.
Slap slap, goes the sound of feet on wet stone.
“Besides…”
Apple, naked and blindingly bright as ever, kicked up water from her white bath tub to approach us.
“E-chan loves Andy-san a lot, right?”
“She does.”
“That she does.”
“Ehh… it’s just that her eyes have been so cold lately…”
“If she were truly disappointed, she wouldn’t bother coming to watch Andy touching other women’s tits like this. She could live her life just within the town without ever showing up here.”
“I-I know, but…”
“And besides, a normal girl in Trotts would think it’s absolutely outrageous for her father to see her naked by age ten. That’s mostly what they say around town.”
“I’ll let you say that reflects poorly on our parenting.”
Elenia still comes over here fairly often, showing no sign of hiding from me.
But that’s only because our house is like that; in other households, such behavior would rightly be called “shameless.”
“It’s because she likes you that it catches her eye. Kids just can’t help but speak up about things they notice.”
“No, normally if your father was surrounded by sexy women all day, his dick out in the open, obsessed with boobs, you’d be disillusioned. I probably would too.”
“That’s because you’d feel like your mother is being betrayed. But surely there aren’t any women here who are disillusioned with Andy-san?”
“Are you guys over-affirming this lifestyle just because you want to be perverted?”
“Andy-san is worrying too much.”
“Hmm.”
“If he decides to separate from them, allowing that separation is part of being a parent. Kids leave the nest eventually, after all.”
“No no, don’t say E-chan is leaving me.”
I can be called a delusional parent as many times as you want. The thought of my cute daughter moving away and showing her cutest face to another man is a nightmare for any father.
Of course, I know that eventually I have to accept it, or else I’m a shitty parent. And yeah, if someone told me that expecting Elenia to have normal sensibilities was me assuming such a scenario, they’d be right.
By the way, Luna and Apple are called “Luna Mama” and “Apple Mama.” Apparently, calling all female slaves uniformly “Mama” felt awkward for both the kids and the slaves themselves, so until they have children, they are called “Sister.”
…Which leads to the confusing phenomenon where Julieen, an anal-loving brood dragon, is called “Mama,” while her mother, Michela, is called “Sister.”
We left “Vapor Palace” and walked through the town at twilight. The sunset disappeared into the Snake Tail Ridges to the west, bringing a fleeting blue darkness.
A gentle, nostalgic time spent rushing home to dad and mom’s place, looking forward to dinner.
And now, even as the town of Polka is still buzzing with light and life.
It lacks the grandeur of a true metropolis, but I think it’s come a long way in the fifteen years since I returned.
“Dad… put in quite a bit of effort, you know.”
I can’t say for certain how much of Polka’s current vibrancy can be credited to me.
But it’s definitely no mistake to say that I took the very first step toward seeing this sight.
A worthless horny kid born into this town whose only talent was groping Apple’s tits… yet he still wished for a street gentle enough to welcome the children who would come after, and because everyone agreed with him, it actually happened… or so.
You’d think I should be allowed some pride in that, right?
“I’m not just some useless dad who can only make stupid toys… I’m sure I’ve been doing things that, if people knew you were my child, they’d envy.”
To no one in particular.
I murmured, watching the town lights.
“I know.”
So it went.
I was startled out of my wits by a voice from behind.
Startled so badly I tripped over my own feet and face-planted.
“Ow, ow… ugh…”
“…What are you doing? Wait, weren’t you talking to me?”
“You were here, Elenia!”
“I was! I answered thinking you’d figure out I was following secretly! I thought Andy was being surprisingly romantic, though!”
“…I completely didn’t notice. Or wait, were you at the Palace?”
“…Because you had this awful downcast look when you headed over to the Palace.”
I’d been tailing him. No, he’d been tailed on me.
And whatever grumbling I’d done to Aurora and Luna was probably eavesdropped on. Being an elf type, she’s got pretty good hearing.
“It makes me look so stupid.”
“…H-hey, I don’t think that’s the case at all.”
“I didn’t say I hated your birthday present! And I wasn’t looking for you to get down about it!”
Elenia snapped sharply, sounding angry.
Stop it. Dad is a creature who takes unconditional damage just from hearing the voice of a girl at that age.
“Though I admit giving Peter’s stuff away so quickly was wrong!”
“…But you never let me call you ‘Papa’.”
“It’s not my age to be doing that!”
“…No, being Papa is being Papa no matter what. It’s not normal to suddenly switch to being formal with a stranger.”
“I am switching!”
You are?
I don’t know. Cultural differences.
Maybe this is the punishment for carelessly trying to implant a nude culture into your head.
“This is… it’s just that I don’t want Mama and my sisters occupying Andy forever! Besides, my body is about the same size as Irina-sis’s now! So—”
“Wait, hold on. I have a very bad feeling I’m hearing something very wrong.”
“You’re Mama’s child too, so I think your tits will probably develop in a way Andy likes!”
“Okay, calm down Elenia. Stop it.”
I’m starting to get the picture.
You’re heading in all the wrong direction, kid.
So you think that just because you call me “Daddy,” I can’t see you as a woman, or something like that?
“It doesn’t matter how nice your tits look right now; I have no particular intention of squeezing them.”
“Why?”
“Because a daughter’s tits don’t work that way.”
“But when there are children around, like Julieen Mama and Michelle-nee, or Maya-nee and Asti-nee, you just go for both of them, right? Plus Anis from the cat-beastman colony, and who else was it…”
“Mrs. Tanya. Those women were inseminated by other men.”
“And me and Mama are father and daughter, though.”
“There’s a difference deeper than the ocean between touching someone else’s child and touching your own.”
“What’s an ocean?”
“I’ll take you there next time, so for now, please don’t get your hopes up in that direction.”
“No way! I’m definitely going to do it! Even if I have to make Tetes Mama help me, I’m doing it!”
“Doing what?! And never, ever count on Tetes for this!”
“I want to be with you all the time, every day, Andy! That’s why I have to do this!”
He liked me more than I expected. That was good. It really was. But still. His daughter had been polluted by too many diverse values. You know what, Elenia. Daddy didn’t make kids with that kind of intention in mind. If he looked at his daughter like that, he’d be the worst person alive. And Tetes. When did she appear behind Elenia? Where on earth did she come from? I just got more scared than I ever have from any horror movie.