I especially love watching a girl pull her pants down, but I also enjoy the sight of them putting on stockings. Watching white stockings glisten as they climb up the brown skin of a Dark Elf’s bare legs is something I simply can’t help getting aroused by.
No, to be honest, there’s nothing quite as blissfully perfect as a girl being naked and sticky with me.
That said, I think it’s very meaningful for a girl to dress up; it’s an act that brings joy to men.
”……Master is looking at my legs with improper eyes.”
“Improper?! You should’ve been on higher alert when I was always staring at your naked body!”
“No, sir. Thinking, ‘Ah, I want to stick my dick in there’ is a perfectly healthy perspective. Any other fetishistic gaze is what’s inappropriate. It’s barren.”
As she said this, Key-chan retracted her stocking-clad leg.
She was the daughter of one of the Onyx Maid Corps members, and also my own problematic daughter.
And by “problematic,” I mean that despite being my daughter, she shared the Onyx Maid Corps’ troublesome desire to be ravished as a “sex-handling maid” for her Master.
Time and again, she had forcefully attempted to offer me her virginity, and I eventually caved in, allowing us to go all the way.
I’ve cast contraceptive spells, so it’s safe. Technically, I haven’t crossed the absolute worst line of “impregnating my daughter.”
……Just like Elenia or Frena, she seems to want to get pregnant herself, but I’m not going to listen to that. It’s simply unacceptable.
Since arriving at the Viper Palace, she had been practically naked almost all the time, but necessity compelled her to put on clothes now.
The necessity being that I was sending her back to the Baron’s estate for maid training.
“I mean, from now on, you can just treat me as Papa’s exclusive onahole.”
“That won’t do, Key.”
The head of the Onyx Maid Corps calmly admonished her, pushing up her large glasses.
“Only after performing fully as a maid may one casually serve as Master’s onahole; that is the pride of our Onyx lineage. A useless onahole is no better than a mere whore. In fact, given your inferior skills, would you be content to be considered far below the professionals at Cosmos Main Store?”
“That’s……”
“I’ve heard that Cosmos Main Store already has several daughters of Masters. If you end up standing alongside them, there will be no basis for them to prioritize your lewd vagina over theirs. Is that acceptable to you?”
“Ahh.”
I interjected at that moment.
Casually grabbing the head Maid’s exposed breasts.
“Ah-nn……”
“I want to clear up a misunderstanding. First of all, sending Key-chan to the Baron’s place isn’t about her added value as an onahole maid or anything like that. It’s simply to broaden her social connections and provide proper vocational training. Key-chan is likely to live much longer than I am.”
Key-chan seemed fairly well-loved within the Onyx Maid Corps, but she didn’t have much contact with my other children or the general population of Polka.
Well, apparently there was some mysterious sense of solidarity between her and Elenia, who had also offered her virginity to me.
Elenia and Frena’s mothers were veteran female slaves (Neia no longer receives such treatment), so they’ve been given plenty of love and education in this Polka; whether they work in the future or not is up to them. But Key-chan hasn’t clearly told us who in the Maid Corps is her mother (though it’s certain she’s a woman who wasn’t formally made a slave), and she doesn’t seem to intend on being treated specially like Elenia and the others, so my intention was at least to have her receive solid vocational training as a maid.
Pursuing the path of erotic maids as an Onyx Maid Corps member is highly problematic in terms of a child’s future image.
Yes, I know people might say “Who are you, the lowest-tier pervy dad who stuck his dick in me, to talk about children’s futures?” and that’s fair, but setting that aside, I don’t think it’s right to not give my daughter, who might live a thousand years, any life skills.
Growing up in the Onyx Maid Corps is not relatively an unfortunate upbringing. In Celesta, various local customs are left…… no, tolerated, which means education is often surprisingly neglected, and some are forced into lives of born poverty.
However, I hope that by making friends with Trot people, her narrow world will expand, and perhaps this extreme value system might soften a little.
And a capable maid can find work anywhere. As long as she has the basic skills for cooking, laundry, and cleaning, along with the etiquette to work without issue in a Trot noble’s manor, she won’t starve. Since Key-chan is half Dark Elf, her appearance is guaranteed to be good-looking.
Incidentally, regarding age: if I was sent out for blacksmithing apprenticeship at ten, this isn’t too early by any stretch.
“Does Papa mind if I get intimate with the Baron?”
“No, first of all, being hired as a maid isn’t intimate. The Baron is lewd, but he’s not quite that weird to touch a child entrusted to him.”
I can’t deny the possibility that someone might spy on her changing or bathing in some way, but well, that’s generally how it goes for women living in Polka. Besides, the current situation—showing your full-fronted dick to your father full-time and having sex with him—is undeniably the truly improper part.
“I thought we had given her sufficient training as a maid…… Ah, ah-nn♪”
“If so, just display those skills to the fullest at the Baron’s estate. If everyone knows Key-chan is a capable daughter, I’ll be proud.”
I scooped up the Head Maid from behind, grinding my hands against her breasts as I rattled off a litany of excuses to send her away.
Look, just go outside and make some friends, okay?
Ah, friends are fine, but a boyfriend is still off the table.
No, if she suddenly came back with a boyfriend, I’d probably fight through an insane internal struggle and barely tolerate it. But could I actually allow it? Maybe not. It’s hard to say.
As a father, it’s natural that I want my daughter to walk a proper path toward happiness. But the idea of her being taken by another man? That’s difficult to stomach. Plus, there’s just the simple fact that I’m a guy who doesn’t want someone else stealing a girl I’ve already been inside.
Since I barely even knew she existed until recently, it’s hard for me to act all paternalistic. In the end, my possessiveness is winning out.
I’m terrible. But maybe that’s just human nature.
As I racked my brains over these fantasies, I slipped my dick into the Head Maid without so much as an apology.
Seeing this, Keya puffed up with irritation.
“Do you not even have the parental instinct to celebrate your daughter’s first day on the job with a vaginal creampie?”
“That’s definitely one of those celebratory acts parents should never do!”
I shook the Head Maid’s voluptuous body back and forth while throwing a rebuttal at Keya’s unhinged values.
…After that, I casually pitched an idea to Lanz: “How about a scene where the father gives his daughter a vaginal creampie before her first day of work to boost her morale? How does that sit with you as a visual novel plot?”
He followed it up with a flying kick and then lectured me: “The punch is so strong that readers will lose their interest before they even reach the second half. Listen, it’s not enough to just line up explicit scenes. If you don’t slowly warm up the atmosphere, all you leave behind is an impression of insanity.”
It’s nice to see him growing as a creator. Speaking as a fan of erotic visuals.
A few days later.
I stopped by the baron’s estate, wondering how it was going.
There are plenty of elves and cat beast-kin girls working at the estate. Through them, word had reached me that she was “doing a solid job,” but as the father who sent her off, I naturally couldn’t help but worry about whether she was really handling it well.
After all, she was only twelve. While people in society do start working around that age, she was still at the point where she could be given apprentice duties that allowed for mistakes.
Is she really doing okay? Is she getting worn down by the unfamiliar social dynamics… I fidgeted as I searched for her presence.
…Probably because I wasn’t used to seeing her in clothes, it was hard to spot her.
I ran into Fennel along the way, so I beckoned her over and spoke in a whisper.
Just making sure you know I’m here secretly checking in. With elf ears, if I spoke at normal volume, she’d hear me through one or two walls.
“What is it, Master?”
“Technically, during working hours, you should be calling the Baron ‘Master,’ not me. Oh, forget that—how’s Keya doing? Is she managing okay?”
“Yes. She was a bit stiff on the first day, but since she’s so well-behaved, they’re doting on her. Besides, there are no other dark elf maids here.”
“Oh, really? I didn’t realize that.”
“The palace has plenty, but nearly all of them are exclusive ‘hole maids’ for Master.”
“Can you stop with the vulgar phrasing? Onyx’s Head Maid has strange hobbies, so now Keya refers to herself as my ‘daughter-onahole.’ It’s absolutely unbearable to hear.”
“It’s better to be direct than using weird euphemisms. The person being called is more excited that way, too.”
“Fair enough when we’re in that kind of mood, but still…”
We are in the middle of the day at the Baron’s estate right now?
…I was having this conversation when I failed to notice the presence behind me.
“It has been a while, Smayson-sama.”
“!” I thought it was someone and turned around, only to find a black-haired woman with a gentle air about her. It was hard to tell her age. She looked young, yet she carried the bearing of someone significantly older. Who is…? I started to ask Fennel for an introduction, but barely stopping myself in time, I racked my brain and suddenly remembered. I hadn’t seen her in about three years. “Mirei.” “Mm-hmm. The effect of the spring here is wonderful, isn’t it? To still have such smooth skin even after passing thirty…”
She always wears the maid uniform when we meet.
Her hairstyle has changed, too; three years ago it was a short bob, but now she’s let it grow long enough to drape loosely over her back.
Given that the Spring of Rejuvenation has made her look young, it’s no surprise I don’t feel any spark.
She had served as head maid in Anzeros’s family home, the Neumann estate… and after a number of secret trysts with me, she successfully conceived (Apple used divination magic to identify the father), ultimately divorcing her original husband.
I still haven’t been introduced to the child born from that union.
Eventually, after her tenure as head maid ended, Linda entrusted her with part of her business ventures, and she debuted as a female merchant carrying the next generation’s hopes for Sylphid. She had disappeared from sight at the Neumann mansion in the Royal Capital for quite some time.
“I thought I’d come to the baths on the side while working on some Grandi-related projects. I’ve brought my daughter along.”
“Huh, so it’s a girl?”
“Yes. She’s adorable. Since I worked as a maid until a few years ago, she says she wants to become a maid when she grows up.”
“So that’s how tradition gets passed down in this line of work…?”
“Well, if she wants to do it, that’s fine, isn’t it?”
Honestly, though, I think it makes more sense for her to inherit the current merchant trade.
Linda also gave her a fairly high evaluation, saying something like, “She has what it takes.”
……Mirai leaned close to my ear, bringing her lips near.
“And she says she’ll give her virginity to Papa… ♪”
“Wait. What are you telling me?”
“It’s not right that the women in the Neumann household have been so satisfied by him time and again. Lady Linda is strict about thieves and ruffians, but she happily turns a blind eye to servants’ children playing in the spacious garden ♪”
……Could it be that I was caught occasionally having orgiastic affairs at that mansion?
No, did Mirai know about it and just let it slide? What kind of parenting is that?
Well, as for her standing on the “parenting” point, she has no moral high ground to speak from.
“Look, there’s my daughter… ♪”
Where Mirai pointed, a girl with hair the same color as mine was cheerfully laughing with Kay while they brought in the laundry together.
Wearing a maid uniform.
Noticing me and her mother, she waved energetically and ran over to us.
“Mama!! …And, uh… Lord Smisson!”
”……No, ‘Papa’ is fine?”
Even though it was our first meeting (from my side), being addressed with the honorific “-sama” by my own flesh and blood felt awkward, so I promptly asked her to call me Papa.
Kay next to me also seemed brighter than usual. Maybe finding a friend with similar interests… no, a sister-like figure, has already started having a good influence?
I thought that, anyway.
“It’s more exciting when they say ‘Papa,’ Kay says.”
“Really? Well, then Papa ♪”
“Hold on, Kay. That ear-to-whore is inappropriate.”
And what the hell is “Well, then”?
“My name is Mone! Please make me your onahole!”
“Denied!!!” “Wha!?” There’s no way I’d squeal like a kid when my actual daughter, whom I’ve just met, said that. And in broad daylight at someone else’s house, of all places. But Miss Mone looks rather genuinely shocked. “What kind of education have you given her, Mirai!?” “I don’t know what you mean.”
Mirey shrugged.
Fennel bent down to the two petite maids, wearing a gentle smile.
“It’s just good manners not to discuss such things until it gets dark.”
“Riii~igh”
“I see~”
No, hold on. That’s not the issue. If it’s no after dark, it’s no at all.
More than that, how do you even raise kids?! Seriously telling them to ‘hand over your onahole’—what kind of upbringing is that?!
“Oh, I can explain that part—”
Kei raised her hand smoothly.
Oh, you’re the one doing this.
“Onaholes aren’t really a concept in Trots, it seems. But they are quite popular hidden items in Onyx.”
“That’s not the point?! How many times do I have to say no to my daughter giving that to her father?!”
“Mrs. Mone’s mother and stepfather ended their relationship due to sexual incompatibility… or rather, insufficient stamina. A lustful girl like Mone really does need Papa’s dick, don’t you think?”
“She broke the backs of several maids, didn’t she?! Only a Papa like that could do something like that!?”
”…No, it’s not impossible for someone other than me to have such a reputation… probably… I think…”
Since he didn’t know anything about random sex gods’ whereabouts, his gaze drifted toward the hereafter.
Looking to Mirey and Fennel for help with his eyes, he found them smirking bewitchingly.
“As far as I’m aware, I don’t know anyone else besides my Master ♪”
“You’ve got time now. Could we invite you, and your daughter, to the rumored ‘Sex Palace’… ♪”
“It’s called the Vapor Palace…”
Once a woman’s morals have completely blown away, common sense stops working on her. He had expected Kei to keep him connected to the normal world, but… “Papa’s dick is really amazing. It corkscrews me.” “Corkscrewing… ♪” “I thought it was a heartwarming scene, but you’re all just having dirty talk…” “After all, I’m the one here.” “I absolutely love this kind of talk too ♪”
The self-proclaimed daughter-onahole had increased again.