In Basson, where we were still debating the right length for our sleeves, Polka had already plunged into winter. The coniferous forests donned cloaks of snow, and the grasslands transformed into a pristine white desert. I remembered how, as a child, I would find that desolate sight inexplicably sorrowful and weep without reason. A miscalculation, or perhaps a delusion—I had imagined it was a colorless world extending endlessly in every direction…… In those scarce childhood years, even tomorrow seemed distant. The following spring was so far off that one might doubt whether it would ever truly arrive. No matter how often my parents told me the world would turn green again when spring came, it felt impossibly far away, beyond reach. When I mentioned this to Anzeros, he simply said, “That must be what it’s like to see the world from a rural area.” Having grown up in a metropolis, exposed daily to a vast variety of things, he apparently couldn’t grasp the despair one feels before a snowy landscape. The rest come from places with little snow or from inside ancient barriers in forests where winter doesn’t exist, so only Neia and Johnny could empathize with me. Kier is an idiot, so it ended with him saying, “What’s that?”
When I asked the children about it, they said they simply couldn’t understand my worldview of the “whole world turning completely white.”
“If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter, and things are just like usual over there,” one said.
“I’m looking forward to staying at Talc during the Spirit Festival.”
“That’s nice—Talc. I hope they’ll let me stay with Cosmos mom soon too.”
Peter was left staring dumbfounded by Elenia. Claudio, as always, remained angelic.
But thinking about it, it’s interesting how the dragon means the scale of life is different from the start.
By the way, the Spirit Festival tradition involves all the dragons gathering in Polka to transport the children to Talc, where everyone enjoys an onyx party. Once that’s done, they immediately return to Polka for the New Year Festival.
Among the children, the Spirit Festival in Talc is considered a leisure trip, while the New Year Festival in Polka is like a recital…… apparently.
In reality, the main Onyx family is terribly spoiling our kids. After gorging themselves at a lavish party, they even give them presents and allowance. There’s no distinction among those with Asherton bloodline, beastfolk or white elf half-elves, let alone the children of Cosmos’s concubines or even Peter.
At one point, when the number exceeded a hundred, I started wondering if we weren’t becoming a nuisance, but when Great Nancy said, “Given how much the children are looking forward to this, it would be stingy to hold back; can you truly call it the banquet of the greatest Dark Elf trading company?” there was no way Carlos could object.
But please stop saying things like, “If you lay a hand on my daughter, I’ll chop off your dick even if Nancy scolds me!” It’s not just that you say it every single time, but now the kids are imitating you! Plus, your daughter is only five years old; no matter what, it’s way too early.
If there were any children who didn’t participate much in these events, it was because of their living arrangements: Tetes’s children.
The twin brother and sister are Sonia (older) and Tyrus (younger). Especially the younger one is expected to be the next Viscount Baster and is doted on by his grandfather, Old Eagle.
“Long time no see, Father.”
“Oh, it’s been two months.”
I regularly visit the Viscount Baster’s residence in Renness to meet the siblings.
Most of the other children live in Polka, and when winter comes, they come to the Polka Academy and see me every day anyway. But I can’t say that about these two.
Old Eagle has put a stop to naming rights issues, so I could force them to move to Polka if I wanted, but even then, I couldn’t provide them with a life better than their noble lifestyle here. Besides, apparently Tetes shows elegant social graces befitting a Viscount Baster when he’s on our side, so I felt it was questionable to keep emphasizing the truth about their mother to the children.
However, lately I’ve been wondering if this lifestyle is somehow correct as a father…… or maybe not……
Love must be what matters most, right? Well, saying love in my case…… I have over two hundred children, and I spend about half my day fornicating in the palace.
Despite my worries, the siblings are growing up intelligently, noble as they are, and just like Tetes’s children.
“Father, I have a question today.”
“What is it? Since you’re my child, just ask directly without preamble.”
“Yes, actually…… The other day, I visited the Gantlet Knights’ barracks with Mother,”
Tyrus shook his hair, trimmed neatly like a young lord, and made a strange expression.
“Grand Knight Commander Felios fainted when he saw me…… apparently it was my fault, and I was isolated in a separate room by Mother and Knight Commander Berga. I was released after a while, though.”
”…………I see.”
“It seems to be related to you, Father…… but when I asked Mother, she couldn’t give a clear answer.”
“That’s because, Tyrus, I think it’s because you resemble me.”
“Yes, people often say that.”
If I were dressed in noble young lord attire as a child, I’d look exactly like Tyrus. That’s how certain I am; Tyrus has a face remarkably similar to mine.
In this regard, perhaps Peter, who inherited the name, was set aside, and the legitimacy of the Smaison family passed to Tyrus instead.
“Could it be that when Father meets Grand Knight Commander Felios, he reacts that way too?”
“When I see him, he tries a bit harder to look the part, but seeing you like that just caught me off guard.”
I couldn’t meet his eyes. If Felios ever found himself seated in my company against his will, he would instinctively transform into Black Felios. He wouldn’t exactly attack, but he would don a mask and insist on the pretense of being a different person entirely.
Since he’s already the top rank of the Gold Arm, I really wish he’d stop with the eccentric behavior. Honestly, Lord Alex (the former Earl Baster) keeps asking every time they meet if there isn’t some way to fix this. It’s not like it’s my fault in the first place.
“It’s no good… I’m sorry. It’s not your fault that you look alike.”
The top rank of the Gold Arm is a national hero.
Lord Baster, who was once called a demon, and the other three from my younger days have all already retired. Yet with new Gold Arms being born into the world, his formidable combat power—driven by his unmatched Earth Drive—and his dashing appearance continue to secure him an unshakably high popularity in Renfangas.
It wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for anyone to be unable to properly converse with such a figure.
”…But Mother and Sonia always say they’re glad I look like Father,”
“That’s… well, about that…”
”…?”
“I think it’s the hair.”
“Oh… Yes, that’s reassuring.”
He had once grown hair via magic, but after being told by the Queen that “something was off,” he gave up on a transplant. Now, his receding hairline has finally reached the back of his head.
Given his lineage, one might find it chilling to see this in a twelve-year-old.
Of course, just because she resembles me in facial features doesn’t necessarily mean her hair growth patterns are identical. It’s possible that particular trait skips generations in the Baster family.
Don’t get complacent, son. I think we’ll probably be able to figure something out if you come to Polka.
Sonia doesn’t look anything like me at all.
Her delicate, bright blonde hair curls up at the ends, she has long eyelashes and a slender chin, and her refined features exude the vibe of an aristocratic young lady. She pulls off any of her overly decorated noble attire with ease.
Strangely, despite being twins with Tyrus, she doesn’t resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks like her mother instead.
In novels, it’s a standard trope for the father to wonder at moments like this, “Is she really my child?”, but with her twin brother looking exactly like me, there’s no room for doubt.
However, despite the significant age gap, I can somewhat understand Mr. Eagle’s urge to approach Tetes’s mother; Sonia is quite pretty.
…And yet, whether she inherited Tetes’s talent as a warrior or not, her physical abilities are abnormally high.
“Dad, you came.”
“Ah, I told you I’d be here… But where were you?”
“At the Gants’ Knights training ground!”
”…Wasn’t that forbidden by Old Man Eagle? Because you could get scars on your face.”
“It’s fine, fine. Mama said, ‘If you go to Polka, any injury can be cured, so don’t hold back.’”
”…Is being a Gants Knight what you actually want?”
“Mm, not really. I just think swordsmanship is interesting. I feel like I could take one from Berga soon.”
”…No, um. It’s impressive, but if you get seriously hurt doing that, I can understand why Old Man gets angry.”
Berga… are you actually about to lose a round to our twelve-year-old? You’re just holding back and letting her win on purpose, right?
…But part of me wonders if maybe she really is that strong, while another part asks what kind of mindset it is to say someone isn’t going to make the Gants Knights despite being so strong. It would be one thing if she had a lofty ambition as a warrior, but if not, I just want my beautiful daughter to stop doing dangerous combat training.
Sure, injuries can be treated by going to Polka or relying on Break Cores, but that’s assuming it ends with mere injury. There’s a one-in-ten-thousand chance of dying in a training accident. I’d rather not imagine that.
“Anyway, why being strong means becoming a Gants Knight? Fighting monsters sounds boring. If anything, getting a dragon to breathe fire would be absolutely faster.”
“I think it’s a bit much for you, Papa, to count Dragon Breath like that.”
Well, every year we ultimately respond to Renfangas’s requests and assist in the monster invasions to some degree, I suppose.
Since doing too much could affect international relations, we’ve recently refrained from wiping them out completely. But the fact that I hold the authority to issue such orders has probably skewed my daughter’s perception quite a bit.
“If you have the arm for Gants Knight, Ace Knight is the obvious choice. Even foreigners can receive the title if they pass the exam, right?”
”…Why does being an Ace Knight make it better?”
“Because they write songs about them.”
For a reason like that?
…Well, I guess you’re right. It’s true that bardic songs rarely feature the Gantle Knights as their subject. Probably because if all they do is kick monsters in the ass, it doesn’t really lend itself to much narrative depth for an epic tale.
“If anything, wouldn’t it be better to become the protagonist of a hero’s ballad like Sieg Beaker? A wonderful sort of hero!”
”…I-I suppose so.”
“Uuuh… but, you know. To become the Ace Knight, I’d have to work with Celesta’s army, right? And then my dream would…”
”…No, presumably you have dreams other than that, too.”
”…Mm-hmm.”
A dreamer at just twelve. That’s a good thing.
The beautiful girl, who bore no resemblance whatsoever to her parents, blushed slightly and averted her eyes.
”…I want to work with Dad just like Mom does… but…”
“Ahh… well, um…”
As a child’s dream, it’s incredibly wholesome. Seeing her parents’ example, admiring them, wishing to do the same job.
For the parents, it might be a tear-jerking moment.
But first off, Tetes puts on quite the facade of a competent noble here… which means the reality is completely different.
That reality involves her flying all over the place while engaging in rampant copulation in the “Flying Screw Room” alongside me and the other female slaves, occasionally negotiating business for the S&F Foundation.
She definitely practices contraception after giving birth to two children, but despite being thirty-something, thanks to Polka she looks like she’s only just past twenty. At her prime as a woman, her libido is only growing stronger.
The idea of her daughter aspiring to become such a mother in the future was… I don’t know if I should be cheering for it or not.
“Swordsmanship is fun, and I look up to hero ballads too… but yeah. In the end, I want to work with Mom.”
”…W-Well done. But I think Sonia has plenty of other talents, too. Surely she does.”
I offered encouragement while looking away.
She’s only twelve. I think it’s fine if she changes her dreams a lot going forward. Please change them for us.
It felt a bit harsh to expose the truth about her parents from me directly.
“Oh. And…”
“Mm?”
”…Once I gain some confidence, I want to settle things with Frena from Glanz.”
“Settle it!?”
What is Frena doing? You failed at swordsmanship in the end, didn’t you?
”…The last time we met at Polka, she threw a spider toy at me… and I got so surprised I nearly had an accident.”
”…”
Frena. If you keep playing pranks on everyone like that, you’re going to get yourself killed.
“I chased her in earnest but she escaped… ah, I’ve also managed to figure out how to summon Earth Drive and such, so this time I’m definitely going to make her apologize.”
”…For something like that, just talk to me or Tetes first. We’ll set up a proper reconciliation meeting for you two.”
“That’s not enough! It’s…”
The beautiful noble girl grimaced, frustration bleeding into her voice.
Honestly, even though Polka can cure anything, I’d hate for their daughterly showdowns to get taken seriously.
But… yeah. If the parents meddle and forcibly suppress it, residual resentment would probably remain.
”…That’s why, the next time we see Sonia, you should preemptively perform a full prostration apology.” The “Flying Screw Room” took off from Renneest. I waved to the children from the window, then turned back inside and let out a sigh. …Actually, Frena had come along this time. That was close.
It seems they’d been wandering around town playing with Maya, so there was a chance we might have bumped into them if we weren’t careful.
“Doing a deep one like that? It’s just weird that Sonia actually burst into tears over such a tiny bit of mischief.”
Frena turned her head away sharply. …She was wearing a strapless bra and pants with no crotch lining—pretty explicit underwear.
Since she still had flat-as-a-pancake breasts, there wasn’t much sex appeal to it, but being in the “fuck room” dressed like that was clearly a bid to one-up Elenia.
Right. Elenia was there too, of course. In almost exactly the same getup.
Naturally, I hadn’t given them any such instructions.
“Well, Sonia’s pretty moody anyway, so she’ll have forgotten all about it by spring ♪ Now then, Master, please show us your dick ♪”
It turned out the boss of this operation was the current Duke of Baster, Tetes, who was wearing the same outfit.
”…No, seriously, are you making me do this? With my kid? This is totally crossing a line.”
“Master. What we’re doing right now isn’t procreation, just simple skin-to-skin contact.”
“You don’t usually call using your dick ‘simple’ skin-to-skin contact.”
“Since both of you have already thoroughly checked your intentions, please stop making a fuss. You’ll end up being disliked by Elenia-chan.”
“I— No, wait, hang on a sec. For one thing?”
On the way to Rennest, Tetes had suggested it and given them an extensive showcase of serious sex.
Her argument was that if they were so interested, it was better to show them reality as-is and shock them rather than vaguely wrapping things up… So I ended up ejaculating about four times each into each of Tetes’s three holes.
Tetes had preambled with, “This is the kind of sex lovers enjoy. Usually, that would be done with the father, right? If I did it with that Eagle old man, I’d probably fake my death and just kill him off,” before moaning her head off, but the two girls who watched the scene intently didn’t seem scared in the least.
Setting aside the fact that Elenia has always directed abnormally twisted desires toward me, Frena was probably just trying to compete with Elenia at best. I thought maybe I could drop at least her from this, but… so far, that plan hadn’t succeeded.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. A blowjob is safe, Papa-san ♪”
”…Honestly, it’s just impossible for a girl to touch her father’s dick.”
I handed over my dick, which Tetes had gotten hard enough to twitch, very slowly to my two daughters.
Elenia pounced on it, while Frena kept her eyes darting around but still brought her face close.
From behind my waist, Tetes placed a hand there and moved the dick up and down, swaying it gently.
“You smell lecherous, don’t you? The smell of procreation from the Papa who was banging me all over the place just now… ♪”
”…U—Uh…”
”…Smells gross.”
I really have no idea what kind of situation this is. Sighing, I tried to mask the excitement that had unexpectedly sprouted within me.
My eldest daughter, Elenia, whom I had nurtured carefully. She’s feisty at heart but loves being taken care of. And Frena, who looks like she doesn’t care but actually craves attention.
My two cute daughters were bringing their faces close to my dick, challenging themselves to a blowjob.
The situation is definitely wrong, but I can’t completely deny that there’s a strange arousal present.
”…Hmm.”
And then.
Elenia slowly closed her eyes, hesitantly, and kissed the side of the glans.
Seeing that, Frena quivered her lips, her small mouth writhing with complex emotions as she tried to decide whether to say something or continue the competition, looking up at me.
Squeezing her eyes shut tight, as if saying “what the hell,” she stuck out her tongue and began licking the opposite side of the glans, poking at it.
”…Ewe.”
“Nah, Frena, if you really hate it, just quit anytime. No need to force yourself.”
”…It tastes awful… R-Really, why don’t you put some sugar on it first…”
”…Putting sugar on a dick is a bit much.”
She’s still a kid, I realized with a cold clarity.
However, seeing Frena’s reaction, Elenia smiled and pulled the head of my dick into her mouth, monopolizing it completely.
“Ah…!” “♪” Elenia took only the glans into her mouth, using her tongue to tickle the underside of my shaft. Under normal circumstances, I should have been able to withstand it. Fellatio was Tetes’s specialty too, and Anzeros, Apple, the dragons, and the prostitutes were all different from pregnant daughters who simply offered up their bodies, so they would constantly tease me, flaunting their dominance. But my beloved daughter had finally accepted my cock into her mouth. Knowing that this act was intended to make me ejaculate, yet welcoming it with her mucous membranes—that impact, something between excitement and despair, rippled through my body. And then I realized, a beat too late, that she had compensated for the lack of physical pleasure from earlier. I tried to hold back, but my body was already hurtling toward release. A father. My daughter’s lips, tongue, and upper palate alone were enough to make me lose all dignity.
“Hn… e-Elen…!!” “Mn… nn…!?”
I came.
Thick, concentrated cum raced through my urethra with a duduluuruu sensation, and a moment later, I slammed it unceremoniously into my daughter’s mouth without a shred of mercy.
“Mnē… m, nguh… mnah, phht… nūū… ♪”
Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation down her throat.
I don’t taste it myself, but daughters who can just chug cum like that are rare. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmos’s place, there were ones whose best effort was to hold it in and spit it out.
But Elenia… narrowing her eyes, occasionally gagging, letting it spill from the corners of her mouth, she worked her throat.
Whether it was the mental shock of a sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to the masculine stench she could never have experienced in her life before, or perhaps the overwhelming emotion of having her wish granted, she streamed tears while keeping my cock gripped in her mouth, even as her face became a mess of semen.
My paternal consideration vanished for just a split second, replaced by the thought: What an indecent daughter.
Because she was Selen’s daughter.
Selen and my daughter.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I accepted that she should be indecent, despised myself for it, then hastily withdrew my cock, panicking to check on her.
“O-Oh… s-sorry, you just let go… are you okay, Elen?”
“Pfft… pffft, chuff…… hehe, I drank Andy’s… semen.”
“…!”
Elenia laughed, despite her wretched expression.
A shuddering allure.
The confidence and sense of superiority I felt coming from my beloved daughter—that she “knew men,” and the threat-like sensation of knowing “the taste of your semen”—made me tremble again at the enormity of this moral corruption.
And then, another daughter had thrown herself at my lower half with a frenzied intensity.
“Nn… nn, this is bad… something like this…!”
“Frena… w-wait, hey…!”
“Why are you licking it so tasty? Hmm, nff… slurp… I can’t believe it… ♪”
Wait, if that’s what you’re saying, why are you still licking it? So meticulously, no less.
I couldn’t voice those words. My daughter’s fervent tongue-service had bound my instincts to refusal.
Tetes smiled.
“…There’s no need to rush… there’s plenty of time until Polka, you know ♪”
That night, the daughters kept latching onto my meat rod until their bellies were swollen with semen. Ultimately, I lost the will to think and just lay there. …This is going badly.