Tark is as hot in winter as it gets during a Polka summer. Since Polka summers are mild enough that long sleeves don’t get too in the way, we’re talking spring or autumn temperatures by standard measures. The kids come flying out of the deep winter snow, so they have to change clothes midway through their descent. Managing that falls to Neia, who doubles as Frena’s caretaker, along with a few other accompanying adults.
As for me, I’ve been essentially nonstop naked since leaving Polka, so it feels less like changing clothes and more like I finally put some on when we got close to Tark. Well, I mean, we had ten people in the same “shed.” You’re bound to end up pounding away nonstop. No matter how hard you go, if you take turns, your stamina recovers by the time you’ve serviced five or six partners. I might be going for back-to-back rounds, but for them it’s a leisurely sex break every two to three hours—basically an infinite loop. Of course, we’re not skipping meals and sleep to fuck nonstop, but with the atmosphere pushing us on, my waking hours are almost entirely spent with someone riding me or vice versa. It takes much longer than overland travel, but aside from sex, the girls have nothing else to do. And thanks to various doping and training, I’ve reached a point where I don’t even worry about running out of seed anymore.
……Though sometimes I get genuinely scared wondering where all that semen is coming from. It’s just… that kind of situation, so the path through the shed has been filled with sexual musk this whole trip.
……And then. “Oh, well done coming over, Human. The kids seem energetic, which is great, but hey wait a moment, didn’t Elenia-chan just come out of your guest room? No, it’s not my eyes playing tricks on me; she’s grown another inch taller than last year, right? That was Elenia-chan, yes? And if I recall, the bed you use is one of those massive multi-person ones they all ride together on, so that means…” “Please calm down, Carlos-san.” “Calm down? How can I calm down, you bastard! To actually mount his own daughter?! I’m cutting Rebecca’s access to you starting this year! Just try breathing the same air as her for a second! I’ll slice your dick off with a knife and feed it to a desert lizard so you’ll never breed again!” “I mean, Rebecca-chan is only five years old…” “She turned six last month! Celebrate it! No, wait, can I trust a man who aims his chinchin at his thirteen-year-old daughter not to react to his six-year-old niece?”
Carlos-san was on the verge of a total meltdown until Nancy appeared silently and silenced him with a hold on his neck, just as she usually did. “Guh—” “Hello, Andy-kun. It’s been half a year. Well, actually, you visited Cosmos Main Store once after the Summer Spirit Festival, so it’s more like four months since Tark?” ……Ah, yes. Hello, it’s been a while.”
After grabbing the defeated Carlos-san by the collar and dumping him on a nearby bench, Nancy shrugged and watched the kids enter their dormitory. “It’s getting a bit cramped around here. How many have we gained this year?” ……Uhh, uh… compared to last year, about twenty-four… I think?” “According to my records from two years ago, that won’t be enough. Let’s expand the building by next year.”
The kids of mine keep growing every year. Well, we don’t bring infants who get anxious about air travel, but the increase is particularly notable among the cat-beastkin colony children. Onyx-san even had us build a dedicated dormitory on their grounds for our kids to stay in, but it’s not enough, so some of them are borrowing part of the private rooms belonging to Diane-san’s siblings. “If you like, we could rent a room at an outside inn…” “That wouldn’t do us any good. Don’t worry; we have plenty of land, and I don’t want to make any of the children feel left out. Most importantly, I want Rebecca to enjoy Spirit Festival nights casually with her cousins.” ……I see.”
Rebecca-chan, Carlos-san and Nancy’s daughter, is their long-awaited only child and is over-protected by Carlos-san, so she usually doesn’t have much freedom. Moreover, in reality, she has no other cousins close in age to her. Among Diane-san’s nearly one hundred siblings, the only ones who have had children in the last ten years are the sisters currently with me. Normally, Dark Elves don’t reproduce that frequently. However, children need someone to share their childish perspectives with. That’s why my kids have become Rebecca-chan’s only companions she can goof around with without holding back.
“However… hmm. Andy-kun, I won’t praise you either, right? Children are often used as a shield against parents if they know the facts of their upbringing, so parents can’t go against them easily. Especially for a father, an eldest daughter is adorable. I understand the urge to love and dote on her, but that doesn’t excuse a physical relationship.” “No, actually… it’s more like we’re desperately trying to put a stop to it…” ”…?”
Elenia. That’s just how ordinary adult sensibilities work. No matter what Papa does, he ends up being the bad guy. …Though they still don’t seem to get it.
Now then. As scheduled, we arrived in the evening. The kids ate a lavish buffet dinner at party tables arranged in the courtyard, took their baths in the family outdoor bathing pool, and went to sleep. Carlos-san quietly approached those children on the main day of the Spirit Festival, handing out presents to all of them. Surprisingly, Carlos-san remembered every single one of my two hundred children, despite seeing us only once a year—names, faces, and individual preferences—even though I sometimes fail to remember their names myself.
It seems only natural that Anemone is drawn to someone like Carlos, with his considerate nature, Cosmos-san. And as for me, I couldn’t just stand by and watch over the children like that…
“Alright, folks, give us your attention! The Owner is here~♪”
Saying this, Cosmos-san took my arm, pulling me down the street in front of “Cosmos Honpo.”
Women working at nearby shops—both general stores and eateries—rushed out, looking flustered before hastily beginning to close up shop.
“That’s all for today! Closed for the day~♪”
“W-wait… wait a second, what do you mean?”
“It’s for operational reasons~♪ We’re taking a break until the Spirit Festival, so come back later, okay?♪”
“H-hey, we haven’t even finished our drinks yet!”
Intoxicated patrons were being pushed out, one after another. Some of them stared at me and Cosmos-san—the apparent cause of all this—with puzzled expressions.
“It’s not like you actually have to close the shops…”
“Our affiliated businesses are all side hustles for the courtesans, so it’d be unfair if we didn’t join the main headquarters today~♪”
We were about to enter “Cosmos Honpo,” which was technically a brothel, but depending on the situation, even clients in the middle of their sessions inside might get kicked out. I thought that would look bad reputation-wise, but apparently, just because I showed up, it turned into this kind of “festival.”
Right. Now that I’m the “Owner,” I am supposed to be the ruler of this pleasure district centered around the brothel…
Or so Cosmos-san says. In reality, I haven’t contributed a single thing to the shop’s business or received any profit from it.
Apparently, since the moment I got Cosmos-san pregnant, we were considered de facto “husband and wife” sharing assets (at least under Talq law). So now that the brothel is essentially mine, I’m free to have my way with the staff courtesans however I please.
I vaguely remember her pitching this idea when she crashed into my life, but I hadn’t realized it meant that.
Plus, even without me hitting on the girls, there are plenty of female slaves and dragons around, so my sex drive is never unsatisfied. However, Cosmos-san and her deputy, Miss Isabel, apparently issued a notice saying that if we wanted to go to Polka for a break, I had to make a strong appeal to them as the Owner. So now that I’m in Talq, the implication is that I have to service the courtesans here.
If I wanted to come to Polka, they didn’t need to suck up to me; I could just bring them along… That’s what I always insist, and most of the staff seem to understand it too. But regardless, there were a lot of courtesans who wanted to challenge me—a man with an ejaculation volume comparable to an ogre’s, bottomless stamina for repeated rounds, and, above all, the technique to make Cosmos-san and Miss Isabel cum on tricycles while maintaining perfect composure.
Given that every single one of them is a genuine pervert who chose this line of work willingly, I suppose it was only to be expected.
“Welcome back, Owner~♪”
“Isabel? I was here just four months ago.”
“I think after such a long gap, ‘long time no see’ is fair. Here’s your Isabel Coin for this round.”
Jingling softly, she handed me a heavy bag of gold coins filled with Isabel Coins.
Does it even mean anything anymore…? Well, the courtesans can probably exchange them for a decent amount of cash later on, I guess.
“I don’t have that much time to spend all this on…”—wait, just in case, we’re planning to come to the Spirit Festival with the kids, so you understand I can’t just leave everything up in the air at the brothel, right?
“We’re counting on a change of heart~♪”
“I thought the Isabel I knew was stricter about running the brothel…”
My staying here means, as I saw earlier, abandoning the brothel’s potential income for now.
It seemed like it should have been Isabel’s role to tighten up this kind of situation a bit more, but…
“Mmm… well, things aren’t financially tight right now even if we leave things as they are. Plus, you’ve been bringing in revenue too.”
“I haven’t earned anything?”
“You have? Being with Cosmos-san, you’ve been keeping the economy flowing pretty steadily.”
”…The S&F Foundation thing?”
“Yes.”
Huh. I was wondering how the revenue from that worked and where the money went, turns out it flowed here too.
I mean, since I’ve already become the “Owner” without realizing it, maybe it’s not unreasonable to think I became an investor without knowing it either…?
I pondered. Honestly, the flow of funds in those operations was completely beyond my comprehension from the start, so I’d just dumped the management entirely on Cosmos-san, Irina, and Tetes.
But apparently, some courtesans who couldn’t wait stuck their heads in.
“Ooowner~♪ If you want to have fun with the brats, I think it’s better if you hook up with us right away! So how about a match? Come on, hurry up~♪”
“Leave the Domina stuff for later. It’s a pain in the ass cleaning up after everyone else if I go crazy and end up cumming all over the place, you know?”
“Hey now, that’s Ogre discrimination. I don’t think that’s cool.”
“Owner! Owner! Four of the new girls at Polka want to come here. Could you please give them a real thorough examination?”
Wrapped in outfits that could hardly be called clothes, these women approached me with a brightness that made their skimpy garb irrelevant, offering up their sexiness with such cheerfulness that it was a welcome relief for someone like me who dislikes gloomy atmospheres.
But then again, today is…
”…Hm. Well then… just to start, here.”
I handed back the Isabel coins I’d taken from the bag, letting them clink and rattle as I returned them to Isabel in front of me. Ten coins.
”?”
“Izabel-san, you never come to Polka. Occasionally, I’d like to pin you down properly.”
Isabel, who claims all sorts of things but spends most of her time doing behind-the-scenes work.
Still, after such a long friendship, one starts to notice the cute sides of things, and besides…
”…Ten times? You’re serious about ejaculating inside Isabel?”
“Mm, well, exactly ten times would be fine, though.”
I pressed my lips near her ear.
“I’d like to see if you can get pregnant soon too, Izabel-san. …Do I pay a contraception waiver fee?”
My children. Please forgive this promiscuous father.
It’s just that I don’t know any other way to show special affection in this abnormally lewd space than by doing something like this.
…And Isabel-san, her baby face suddenly shifting into an alluring, mature smirk.
“I’ll teach you a good trick. …For the past five years, we’ve been going hardcore without contraception, Owner~♪”
“Then I’ll take the ten shots honestly.”
”♪”
Even though it was a whisper, I hadn’t really intended to hide it much.
Hearing our exchange, the prostitutes around us blew whistles and raised yellow cries of excitement.
The night at Cosmos Honpo passed in a manner that was brutally intense.
By “night,” I mean we went wild until quite late into the following morning.
Even though there are always a few prostitutes staying at Polka for a rest, and they’re willing to do it with me anytime if I ask, the situation of being able to fuck freely in a brothel is… to put it simply, like eating out of respect when you’re actually just gnawing on merchandise disrespectfully in a store; there’s something about it that gets my temperature up surprisingly.
I’ve been told this in various places before, but I’ve also been recommended staying here for a while and living the life of snacking at will… and I found myself thinking maybe it isn’t so bad.
No, well, it is admittedly an unadorned degeneration that can’t be hidden, though.
My life in the Vapor Palace is practically no different, but since I take care of various festivals around the area to some extent, I’d like to think things are at least more presentable now.
…And then, wandering aimlessly through the streets until I returned to Carlos’s house, there was a noisy scene in the yard while the children were running around setting up for the Spirit Festival party. The dragons were helping with the setup, keeping an eye on things to make sure the kids didn’t get caught up in any construction accidents.
While stages and cooking stoves were being built, the kids ran around without hesitation, and while it made me hold my breath watching them, the dragons stopped the children before they did anything truly dangerous, with an agility that was like teleportation.
“It might be better to just lock everyone in their dorms so we don’t get in the way…”
“For the children, seeing something like this is a wonderful experience too, Andy-kun.”
“Nancy-san…”
“Roughness isn’t the only virtue. Look, Peter-kun is even helping out.”
“That’s probably because he’s being flattered by the maid…?”
“It’s not a bad thing to get motivated by praise. And from there, one might discover their own talents or joy. …Peter-kun might have talent for architecture too.”
“Talent for architecture from making stoves?…”
“Anyone can build something decent if they just think about it properly. But as I watch, his sense in choosing stones and how he stacks them is good. Maybe Diane taught him some tips?”
”…It’s possible.”
Setting things up, huh. …Actually, thinking about it, the Polka festival setup often involves the children too. It’s not just a matter of lacking manpower; I suppose there’s also the goal of passing down the know-how or discovering talents like that. …And above all, festivals are fun because both adults and kids build them together. “Now then, by the way, the maids were looking for you.” ”…Ah—right.” “You seem to have a pretty good idea what that means. If so, we’re fine here.” Nancy told me this, and I offered an awkward smile before slipping away from the scene… heading toward the maids.
At year’s end in Talk, the children enjoy the Onyx Spirit Festival party.
And then there’s me… Cosmos Honpo and—
“We’ve been waiting for you, Master.”
”…It gets to me every time. I really do wonder about calling me Master.”
“It’s a matter of our hearts… Please consider us your heart’s master.”
“Feeling even more sinful hearing that.”
Within the grounds, in an area separated from the setting-up clamor, there is a dormitory exclusive for the Onyx maids.
D dragged into it, some twenty or so maids stood in a line, clad only in sheer aprons and headpieces—a scandalous state of undress—and collectively curtsied to me.
…Cosmos Honpo, and this place: these are my primary destinations during Talk’s Spirit Festival.
Or rather, these are the two places where I’m forced to spend long stretches of time every single go-round.
Among the Onyx Maid Corps, there’s a specific group that harbors the troublesome desire “to be pressured by their Master for sexual service as maids.” Or to put it another way, unfortunately, the majority falls into this category—these are the people expecting me to indulge in their lewd activities here.
“Sure, doing sexy things with maids is romantic… but honestly, having female slaves dress up as maids hits a different spot. It’s just a fact.”
Approaching the gathered Dark Elf maids, I signaled them not to move with a gesture, then walked behind them, stroking each one’s ass in turn.
“To think that perverts who enjoy stuff like this make up the majority of the Onyx Maids… Carlos must have it rough too.”
I gave the maid’s ass a pat under my palm. The slapped maid let out a glossy, alluring scream.
“M-Master, I apologize… You are far too ideal for us…”
“I don’t recall ever being your Master.”
”…But by indulging in our fantasies like this… and moreover—”
The head maid whose ass I’d hit looked back at me with heated eyes.
“A sexual appetite that doesn’t wane even after ravishing one lewd maid after another… And the power to snatch us from Onyx if the time comes… Someone with such qualities is rare indeed… ♪”
”…Theoretically, it might be possible, but I have no intention of fighting Carlos.”
Even as I said that, I figured eventually he’d do whatever it took to bring them under his roof.
But I need to be careful with that girl and that girl over there. They’re his “nephews/nieces,” after all… So while making the maids perform oral sex on me in order, I started sizing up the situation. Carlos’s siblings have children—meaning, several of them are Rebecca’s cousins.
…Both girls currently here, though, are ones I’ve already screwed a few times.
If I ended up getting them pregnant and putting collars on them, there really wouldn’t be anything I could say to defend myself against Carlos.
“By the way, you have your contraception magic properly in place, right?”
“Yes, of course. We’ve all dispelled our barriers.”
“Why did I think that would be the correct answer!”
The head maid looked away, and the other maids mumbled.
“I, well… Being impregnated by the Master at the end of service is the ultimate goal of a maid, isn’t it…?”
“That’s right.”
“The ones going to Polka said they’re having babies pretty normally…”
Why do you guys rush headlong into that strong direction in life? And I thought I was under a contraception spell, which is why I got it on with the maid who came from Polka, right? “Polka workers usually rotate out after about three months, so I haven’t had the chance to ask anyone yet… but seriously, there aren’t any girls who are already pregnant, right?” ”…” “There are?” It seemed like there were. At least, since she wasn’t of Onyx’s bloodline but an outsider, it was technically safe. …No, that’s not safe at all. Why would you try to get pregnant on the down-low?
I spend most of my time fucking, but I get a reprieve only on the night of the main Spirit Festival event.
The S&F Foundation handles their work within the party itself, and as a father, I genuinely want to see the kids enjoying themselves.
…And then.
“Now for tonight’s headline act. Please enjoy the gorgeous dance of Nora, the ‘Gemstone Butterfly of the Desert’… Huh? Paula is performing too? Oh, um… Please enjoy this stage performance by mother and daughter!”
Before Carlos’s flustered introduction could even finish, Nora and her only daughter, Paula, bounded onto the stage.
“The Gemstone Butterfly has a daughter?!”
“She had one all along?!”
The audience shook with shock. Then came Paula, holding hands with Nora. Despite being just eight years old, she was clad in sexy attire just like her mother, yet while displaying steps that were brisk and lively in stark contrast to Nora’s sultry grace, she would occasionally wave both hands at me innocently.
“Papa!”
”…Damn, this girl is that”
“The stud of the Onyx clan!”
…Yeah. It’s true.
I braced myself to shrink under the murderous gazes of the men… but instead, a mood settled over them like, “Well, if it’s this guy, I guess I can’t help it.”
Wait, seriously? Is that okay with you guys?
“Hoh ho, well, it’s an open secret that Master keeps a dragon on a leash, after all.”
”…I’m trying to keep it a secret right now, actually.”
“There is plenty of circumstantial evidence, though. Besides, rumors about your achievements are starting to spread. They’re even singing about them in the taverns.”
“Really?”
I kind of wanted to hear the songs.
…No wait, if my alias is “The Stud of the Onyx Clan,” I doubt my achievements are being sung about as something truly glorious. Maybe it’s better not to know.
And Paula, perceptive as she was, quickly noticed that my mind had wandered.
“Papa! Look at me properly! I’m gonna take them off!”
“Stop that!”
An eight-year-old shouldn’t be undressing to draw attention.
For that matter, don’t start taking your clothes off either, Mom. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival, after all.