About 10 years after the epilogue from Part 1 and 2, Andy is 40 years old.
Around Elenia’s 13th birthday, she stopped calling me “Papa.”
Why? Was it because I made her a birthday present—a staff that glowed and spun on its tip?
Irina told me, “If you were giving this to a younger child, they’d definitely love it,” but even if she had said that the day before, it would’ve been too late.
More importantly, it’s your fault, rich guys, for ordering your subordinates to prepare the best clothes and accessories. I have no choice but to compete on skill, and even when it comes to thinking up designs, I’m not as young anymore, so I can’t just come up with everything in a moment of inspiration.
…No, it’s pointless to complain about Irina’s opinion. The real problem is Elenia.
“Ele, I’m counting on you. Give Papa one more chance, okay?”
“Huh?”
When I clasped my hands together and asked for a chance to make it up to him, he replied in a tone that could freeze blood: “Huh?”
I’m going to die.
Elenia has her mother’s shining blonde hair cut into a bob-like style.
The slightly longer hem on the left side seems to be a point of pride, and she gets it trimmed by Selen every two weeks.
Since Selen started standing on her own, she’s been acting much more freely. It’s not an exaggeration to say she’s one of the top hair stylists in Polka.
Elenia has been taking a bit of a cold attitude toward me lately, but she still seems to love my mother just fine. She often says to Selen with a slightly teasing tone, “Your hair’s gotten too long again, hasn’t it?” and Selen just gives her an exasperated smile and says, “Yes, yes.”
Unlike Selen and Ange, who look no different from elves at first glance, her ears are clearly short and seem unable to move.
Back in the day, I used to kiss her ears while giving her a bath, but I got scolded pretty harshly by Kristi when she happened to see it.
Ever since I heard that kissing lips is still considered acceptable behavior for elves, I’ve vowed never to tell Elenia about that.
I love Elenia, but I think I understand the line between father and daughter.
“What? A birthday present? That spinning one?”
“Yes. I was thinking of making something better than that…”
“How is it going to be better?”
“Well… I can’t exactly carry around that staff, so it’s a bit impractical. It’s too useless for everyday life. I’m thinking of something more stylish, like an interactive moving piece that you can put in your room and enjoy looking at when the mood strikes.”
“I really hate that about you, Andy.”
“Guh…”
The tone was dismissive, like I’d never hear from the female slave children. It felt like I was about to cough up blood.
This is bad. I’ll have to drink the holy water later.
Also, as you heard, my new name is “Andy.” Calling me by my first name without any honorifics, just like that.
“It’s true that thing was just a toy, and Peter seemed happier with it, so I gave it away right away.”
“You gave it away…?”
Kids are so cruel, aren’t they?
“That’s usually where you say something like, ‘I’ll make something even better next year.’ Are you planning to keep making junk until I’m satisfied? Do you have nothing better to do? Just killing time?”
“S-stop it! I’m doing my best here!”
“All the moms say that, but honestly, Andy just gets all worked up groping Mom’s chest and butt. Is there anything else you’re working on?”
“Stop it! There are things I’m working on that you can’t see or understand yet!”
Honestly, even Elenia doesn’t understand—or rather, I don’t really understand myself—what I’m doing.
The reason I’m speaking so vaguely is because my current activities are being handled by Irina, Tetes, and Cosmos-san as my brain trust.
Recently, they’ve started this grand organization called the Symson & Forest Foundation and have been sent to all sorts of fancy parties and festivals to give speeches.
I thought my main job would be blacksmithing, but honestly, I’m barely making enough money with my skills. Jeanne has more sense and stamina than me, and I still can’t keep up with Jackie-san either.
In that state, trying to say something like “I’ll earn my own living and take care of the slave girls” was way too presumptuous.
Thinking about it, Irina invited me to try a side job, and though I was half-skeptical, I went along with it… I ended up giving speeches, while Irena, who’s the clan leader, Tetes, who’s the Marquis of Renfanga, and Cosmos-san, who holds immense influence in the southern desert, provided their support. Together, we’ve managed to attract businesses like Karlwin, Grange, and the northern forest, and it seems things are going well.
Once a month, I give speeches as they tell me to, act as a shield against the obvious perverts (all three of them are beautiful, so there’s always a crowd), and just watch them handle everything from the sidelines.
Sometimes, though, things progress into topics completely unrelated to the northern forest, Karlwin, or Grange, and I can’t help but worry if it’s all going to be okay. But somehow, it seems to work out.
Honestly, it’s too political for me to understand.
So, when someone asks what we’re really doing, all I can say is, “I don’t know, but we’re definitely doing something.”
As for the rest of my time… well, I’ve been making stuff, even though they call it junk.
“…You really should stop touching the girls’ chests and butts in front of the kids, you know?”
“Isn’t that a bit too late now?”
“We’ll just have to make this area off-limits for children.”
The former secret hot spring, which had been expanding from that wild hot spring and now rivaled Carlos-san’s place in size… was now known as the “Vaper Palace.”
When I say “palace,” it sounds like a dragon palace, but in reality, there are always several dragons around, so it’s not wrong. The dragons themselves have said so, making it a dragon palace.
The houses in the new town can accommodate about 10 to 15 people, but in the end, the number of people coming to Polka is too large for just those places.
Moreover, for nudists like the Blue Dragons, entering the town itself would cause a massive disruption of public order. So, we decided to build a massive base where women could come to see me, and even if dragons roamed around naked, no one would complain! …This grand plan was spearheaded by Lieda and Irina about 10 years ago.
Honestly, when I saw the plans, I thought it was a joke. “This isn’t a house—it’s something like a castle or a base,” I thought.
I wondered if they were just getting carried away after the success of Grange.
…However, there was a strong push behind it.
From Breakcore and Diehl.
“Having a structure that connects to the barrier is better. Leaving the barrier open every time Breakcore goes out is too risky. If we create a fortified base and have dragons guard it, the risk will be significantly reduced.”
…And so, at the clan meeting, it was approved.
While 200 meters of clearing from the entire forest might not seem like much, it’s still a major construction project that would result in arrows being shot if done by humans without permission.
So, the dragons and the masters from the northern forest boldly leveled the land, built towering stone walls, and meticulously engraved heat-resistant patterns on the grand arched roofs to make them transparent when heated.
Thanks to that, during the summer, we always felt like there was no ceiling, with a sense of freedom and liberation. Underneath it, a vast hot spring space was constructed, almost like an oasis of talc.
…Originally, it was a bit deeper, but they said kids might drown, so now it’s only about 30 cm deep. You can’t fully immerse yourself if you don’t lie down.
And around that hot spring area, there are several large adjoining sections: the roof-extended bed area (can accommodate about 300 people), the dining area (where cats and elf children come for training before working in town), the hobby area (with a dance stage and my invention workshop), and even a dragon landing area. It’s literally like a palace-like space.
I filled that vast space with only those related to me.
Specifically, female slaves, cat colony children, Cosmos-san’s employees (who come here as a kind of resort), the Onyx maid group (who, after I said they could stay, formed a three-month rotating schedule and started taking turns for vacations), women from both the Misty Crystal Palaces, and others. Even though they know I’m a perverted stud, they’re fine with being naked.
And then there are the children. They were still small, so leaving them with someone else felt wrong. The space was big enough to keep them away from the orgy scenes anyway.
In that context, I made it optional for people to spend time here in the nude.
The blue dragons, of course, are always naked here, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for lewd purposes, there’s no distinction between men and women. Visitors usually end up living in the buff when they come here.
So, my children are used to seeing strangers naked. When they come here, they’re constantly surrounded by dozens of unfamiliar beauties, all of them in the buff, entering and leaving the hot spring or being hugged by me while naked.
…I figured it was fine for the kids as long as they were small.
It’s a relationship where open sex on a scale of tens of people is accepted. Considering how I got to this position, it was hard to keep it hidden from them.
The worst thing for their education was those cat beastmen with their strange sense of normalcy (and their frequent arousal), but even so, I couldn’t just say, “I won’t accept cats anymore since we had kids.”
After all, there were those who insisted that “nakedness is culture,” mainly the dark elves and the maia.
But now, as I’m being pestered by Elenia like this, I can’t help but think…
It’s not enough to just act confidently.
Even if you frequent the halls of a fully nude culture, girls don’t want to see their fathers acting all lovey-dovey. In fact, even Minister Ashton is respected by his children while still being looked down upon.
He might be a desirable mate to his wives, but to his children, he’s nothing of the sort. Of course, I’m the same.
But…
“I understand that your eldest daughter is absolutely adorable. However, you have many other daughters and sons, so as the head of the household, you shouldn’t be swayed by just one opinion.”
In the middle of the hot spring area, Aurora leans into me, repeatedly guiding my hand toward her bottom. Of course, she’s fully naked.
She hasn’t changed much since we first met. She still doesn’t have any children, so the children call her “Aurora-nee.”
“Touching breasts is Andy’s job. In fact, putting it in is his job.”
And the one rubbing my dick at high speed is Luna.
As a mother of six children (she’s had two sets of triplets), I thought her figure might start to change, but instead, she seems even more attractive than when she was younger.
It’s not about a change in my preferences… It’s the effects of the holy spring and Hilda-san’s beauty techniques that are benefiting all the female slaves.
Luna, perhaps as a side effect of childbirth, had breasts that were about twice as big as they were when we first met, making them incredibly firm and leaving the other elf girls envious. Her face and skin still looked like she was in her early twenties.
“Raising children is important, but it’s not enough to just raise them to be too perfect. Andy’s a celebrity now.”
“But still…”
“Even if you think about it, half-elf elves are persecuted everywhere. But Andy planted roots here in Polka, brought humans and elves together, called people from Celesta and Karlwin… He made sure they could all live as themselves no matter what. If you’re the child of someone like that, clinging to the idea of normalcy based on Trot’s standards would just make you unhappy.”
“But I want Ele to like me too. It’d be easy to say it’s Ele’s fault for not fitting in, but I like her as she is now.”
“You’re such a doting parent.”
“Yes, he is.”
The two senior female slaves nodded in agreement.
Then, there were the sounds of splashing footsteps.
“First of all…”
Her bare, radiant body fully exposed, Apple kicked through the water in the white bathtub and approached us.
“Ele-chan, you really like Andy-san, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“Well… but recently, your eyes have been so cold…”
“If you were truly disgusted, you wouldn’t come here to watch Andy-san touch other women. You could just live in the city without coming here.”
“Y-yeah, but still…”
“Besides, according to Trotto, most normal girls would say that seeing their father naked is unthinkable by the time they’re 10. That’s what most people in town used to say.”
“I’d say it’s a problem with our upbringing.”
Even now, Eleenia still comes here and doesn’t hide anything from me.
But that’s because our family is like this. In other families, such behavior would be considered indecent and should be discouraged.
“It’s because you like him. Kids can’t help but talk about things they notice.”
“No, I’d probably be disappointed if my father spent the whole day surrounded by lewd women with his dick hanging out, completely absorbed in their breasts.”
“That’s because it feels like the mother is being betrayed. But there aren’t any women here who are disillusioned with Andy-san, right?”
“You guys are over-emphasizing this style just because you want to get naughty, aren’t you?”
“Andy-san is just being too sensitive.”
“Yeah.”
“If they’re going to leave, then let them. That’s what a good parent does. Kids eventually grow up and leave the nest.”
“Ugh, don’t talk about Ele leaving or something.”
Even if you call me an overbearing parent, I don’t mind. It’s every father’s nightmare to see his adorable daughter turn her most beautiful face to another man.
Of course, I know I’d be a terrible parent if I didn’t accept that someday, but… well, I guess I’m expecting Ele to have a normal sense of things because I’m imagining that kind of scenario.
By the way, Luna and Apple are called “Luna Mama” and “Apple Mama.” Apparently, both the children and the female slaves find it uncomfortable to call all the female slaves “Mama,” so until they become mothers, they’re called “Onee-san.”
…That’s why we end up with the confusing situation where Julie, the anal-loving blue dragon, calls her mother Michele “Onee-san” instead of “Mama.”
“After leaving ‘Vapor Palace,’ we walk through the evening streets.”
The sunset fades into the western ridge of the snake, and a brief moment of blue darkness descends.
I raced back to the house where my father and mother were, looking forward to dinner. It was a sweet, nostalgic moment.
And now, even so, it’s still a lively town with lights burning brightly.
It’s not quite a city, but I think it’s gotten a lot livelier in the 15 years since I returned.
“Dad… he worked pretty hard, you know.”
I can’t say for sure how much of this lively revival of Polka is due to me.
But I’m certain that I was the one who took the first step toward making this scene possible.
You were born in this town, a brat who only knew how to squeeze apples. Yet you still wished for a kind town that would welcome you when you were born, and thanks to everyone’s support, it came true… That’s something to be proud of.
It’s okay to be proud of that much.
“I’m not just some useless old man who can only make stupid toys… I’m sure if they knew I was your father, everyone would envy me.”
I muttered these words to no one in particular.
As I gazed at the town’s lights.
“I know.”
“Hey.”
I was startled when someone called out to me from behind.
I was so startled that I tripped over my own feet and fell.
“I-it hurts…”
”…What are you doing? Wait, weren’t you talking to me?”
“Hey, Elly!”
“Here I am! I thought you’d noticed me following you, so I answered! I thought Andy was being romantic or something!”
”…Wait, you didn’t notice me at all? Were you in the palace?”
”…Well, you looked so down when you went to the palace.”
I’d been followed.
And they probably heard me complaining about it to Aurora and Luna. Elves have pretty good hearing, after all.
“It just makes me look like an idiot.”
”…Uh, no, I don’t think that’s the case at all.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like my birthday present! And I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad or anything!”
Elenia spoke sharply, her tone angry.
Stop it. Dad is a creature who takes damage unconditionally whenever he hears the voices of kids around your age.
“Sure, I think giving it to Peter right away was a mistake, but—”
”…But you’ve never called me ‘Dad,’ have you?”
“That’s not my age!”
”…No, Dad is Dad no matter how old you get. It’s not normal to suddenly switch to being formal all of a sudden.”
“You do it!”
You do it?
I don’t know. It’s a cultural thing.
Or maybe it’s punishment for trying to casually force an all-naked culture on me.
This is… I don’t want Mama and the sisters to keep taking over Andy forever! Plus, my body’s almost as big as Irina-nee’s now! So…
“Wait, hold on. I feel like I’m about to hear something really bad.”
“But since he’s Mama’s child, I think it’ll probably be a nice size for Andy!”
“OK, calm down, Eri. Stop.”
I think I’m starting to get it.
This is heading in a bad direction.
It’s that whole thing about not being recognized as a woman if you call him “Papa,” isn’t it?
“I don’t really care how nice your chest turns out, I’m not planning on touching it or anything.”
“Why not?”
“Because my daughter’s chest is not something to be touched that way.”
“But Andy, you always end up with both parents, right? Like Julie-nee and Michela-nee, or Mya-nee and Asti-nee, or that cat beastman colony girl Anis and… what was her name?”
“Tanya-san. Those people are the ones who fertilized them, after all.”
“Anyway, Mama and I are mother and daughter.”
“There’s a deeper gap between touching someone else’s child and touching your own child than there is between the ocean and the sky.”
“What’s the ocean?”
“I’ll take you sometime, so don’t get too attached to that idea for now.”
“No way! I’m definitely doing it! Even if I have to ask Tetsuma Mama for help, I’m doing it!”
“What do you mean ‘doing it’? And never rely on Tetsuma, absolutely not!”
“I want to be with Andy every single day too! So I guess I have no choice, huh?”
She liked me more than I thought.
That’s fine. It’s fine, but…
My daughter had been contaminated by too many diverse values.
Listen, Elly. Papa didn’t make children with that intention. I think it’s awful for a father to look at his own daughter like that.
And Tetsuma. Don’t just appear behind Elly without warning.
Where did that even come from? I’m scarier than any horror movie right now.