Even as we’re still debating sleeve length around the Basson area, polka has already turned into a winter scene.
The pine forest is wrapped in snow, and the meadow has turned into a blank, white desert.
As a child, I sometimes cried over the desolate sight for no reason at all. It felt like the world had become a colorless place that stretched endlessly… or perhaps it was just an illusion or a fantasy.
Back when I was young, with so little life ahead of me, even tomorrow seemed far away. Next spring? It felt like something that might never actually come.
No matter how much my parents told me that the world would turn green again in the spring, it always felt like something that would never reach me.
…When I told Anzeros about this, he said, “So that’s what the world looks like from a rural perspective.” He grew up in the city and has so many different things to see every day, so he doesn’t understand the despair of seeing only snow.
Everyone else is from places with little snow or, even worse, forests that don’t get winter at all. Only Neia and Johnny could relate to how I felt. Kiel just shrugged it off with a “What’s that about?”
When I asked the kids, they said they didn’t understand my sense of the world turning completely white.
“You can still visit Celesta even in winter if you ride on a dragon, and things are the same as always over there.”
“I’m looking forward to staying at Talc during the Spirit Festival.”
“Hey, Talc’s nice. I hope they’ll let me stay at Cosmos Mama’s place soon too.”
Peter looks dumbfounded by Elenia’s comment. Claudius, as always, is an angel.
However, thanks to the dragon, the scale of living here from the start is just different.
By the way, during the Spirit Festival, all the dragons gather in Polka to send the children to Talc and enjoy a party together. After that, they return immediately for Polka’s New Year Festival.
Among the children, Talc’s Spirit Festival seems like an entertainment trip, while Polka’s New Year Festival is more like a performance event… or so it seems.
In truth, Onyx, the original family, spoils our children rotten. They throw lavish parties where they get to eat their fill and receive gifts and pocket money. It’s not just the children with Ashton’s blood; even the cat beastmen, white elves, half-breeds, and of course, Cosmos-san’s courtesans and Peter are treated equally.
I was starting to think it might become a hassle with over a hundred people by now, but when Nancy-sama said, “How can we call this the grand banquet of Dark Elves if we’re being stingy when the children are looking forward to it so much?” Carlos-san had no choice but to agree.
But please don’t say things like, “I’ll cut you down no matter how mad Nancy is if you lay a hand on my daughter!” every time you see me. The kids keep mimicking it, and besides, your daughter is only five—this is way too early for that.
As for children who don’t often participate in these events, it’s mainly because of their living situation: the children of Teteus.
There are twin siblings: Sonia, the elder sister, and Tyrus, the younger brother. Especially the younger one, who is expected to be the next Marquis Buster and is doted on by his grandfather, Eagle-sama.
“Long time no see, Father.”
“Yes, it’s been two months.”
I visit the Marquis Buster’s mansion in Rennest regularly just to see these siblings.
Most of the others live in Polka, and once winter comes, they’ll all come to Polka Academy every day. But these siblings are different—they can’t be seen like that.
Eagle-sama has secured the naming rights, so it’s not impossible to force him to take me to Polka, but even if I did, he wouldn’t be able to provide a better life than what I have here as a noble. Besides, Tetes seems to be putting on a splendid social performance as Marquis Buster while here, and I feel it’s not right to push too hard on the truth about my mother.
Still, I can’t help but wonder if this kind of life is truly right for me as a father… or maybe it isn’t… These are the thoughts that keep me up at night.
Isn’t love what really matters? Or rather, in my case… I have over 200 children… and about half the day spent copulating in the palace…
Even so, my siblings are growing up smartly, just like noble children should, and just like Tetes’s children.
“Father. I have a question for you today.”
“What is it? Actually, since they’re my children, just ask me directly without any preamble.”
“Yes. Well… the other day, when Mother and I visited the garrison of the Gantlet Knights…”
Tyrus, looking very much like a young noble with his neatly trimmed hair swaying, made an odd expression.
“Upon seeing me, Knight Commander Felios collapsed… and it seems that it was my fault. Mother and Captain Berg ended up isolating me in another room. They released me after a while, though.”
”…………Hmm.”
“It seems to be related to you, Father… but when I asked Mother about it, she wouldn’t give me a clear answer.”
”……That’s because, Tyrus. I think it’s because you look just like me.”
“Ha. That’s what I always hear.”
If you dressed up a child from back then in the clothes of a noble’s son, they’d look just like Tyrus. I can confidently say that because Tyrus has a face so similar to mine.
When it comes to this, even Peter, who inherited the name, might have taken the role of the rightful heir of the Smyth family to Tyrus.
“Could it be that Father also acts like that when he meets Sir Felius?”
”…I try a bit harder when I meet him, but it was probably because I was caught off guard by seeing you.”
I avert my eyes. When Sir Felius has to sit with me, he always turns into Black Felius. He doesn’t attack or anything, but he puts on the mask and insists on being a completely different person.
He’s already the head of Gold Arm, so I wish he’d stop with the antics. Honestly, every time I meet Alex-sama (formerly Lord Buster), he says something like, “Can’t you do something about that?” It’s not like I can help it.
“I’m sorry… It’s not your fault you look like him.”
The head of Gold Arm is a hero to the people.
Lord Buster, who was called the Demon, and the other three from my younger days, have all retired by now, but with new Gold Arms emerging, his continued combat prowess and elegant appearance, combined with Earth Drive, still hold an unshakable popularity in Renfanga.
It’s not exactly a pleasant feeling to not be able to speak properly with someone like that.
”…But Mother and Sonia always tell me how glad they are that I look like Father.”
“Ah, that thing…”
”…Huh?”
“I think it’s the hair…”
“Yes, I agree. That’s a relief.”
At one point, the former Baron had his hair grown magically but was told by the Queen that “something wasn’t right,” so he gave up on the hair transplant and let it grow back to the nape of his neck.
Given her bloodline, even as a 12-year-old, I can’t help but feel a sense of dread.
Of course, just because she looks like me doesn’t mean her hair will behave the same. That part might still be from the Buster family.
Don’t let your guard down, son. I think things will probably work out if you come to Polka.
Sonia doesn’t look anything like me.
Her delicate, light-colored hair curls at the ends, her eyelashes are long, her chin is slender, and her features are so refined that she looks exactly like a noble lady. She could pull off any of the overly ornate noble dresses.
It’s strange, given that she’s a twin with Tyrus, but she doesn’t look anything like Tetes either. Tetes says she resembles their mother instead.
In stories, this is usually the moment when someone would start doubting whether they’re really my child, but with my twin brother looking exactly like me, there’s no room for doubt.
However, despite the significant age gap between them, I can somewhat understand Eagle-san’s feelings for Tete’s mother—she’s quite a beauty.
…Yet, perhaps because she inherited Tete’s talent as a warrior, her physical abilities are surprisingly high.
“Papa, you’re here.”
“Yes, I said I’d come… Wait, where have you been?”
“The Gantlet Knights’ training grounds!”
“…Didn’t Eagle-san forbid that? Because it could leave scars on your face.”
“No problem, no problem. Mama even said, ‘If you go to Polka, any injury will heal, so just go for it.’”
“…You want to join the Gantlet Knights?”
“Well, not really? I just find swordsmanship interesting. I think I’m almost ready to beat Berg-san.”
“…Yeah, I get that. It’s impressive, but if you got seriously injured, Eagle-san would be mad.”
Berg, are you really about to lose to our 12-year-old? You’re just letting her win to build her confidence, aren’t you?
However, while part of me wonders if maybe… another part of me thinks, ‘Wait, if she’s that strong, what’s the point of not joining the Gantlet Knights?’ If she has some high ideals as a warrior, that’s fine, but if she doesn’t, I hope she stops doing dangerous combat training. She’s such a beautiful girl—she shouldn’t be putting herself in harm’s way.
“Sure, if it’s just an injury, you could go to Polka or rely on Break Core to heal it, but that’s only if it stays as an injury. But there’s a one-in-a-million chance of dying in a training accident. I don’t want to imagine something like that.”
“Anyway, why does becoming stronger mean being a Gantlet Knight? Fighting monsters isn’t exactly exciting, is it? If that’s the case, it’d be way faster to just have the Dragon breathe on them.”
“I’m not sure if counting on dragon breaths is really the best idea, Dad.”
Well, I do end up helping out with the annual Lefangas’ request and joining the monster invasion to some extent every year.
But if we go too far, it could affect international relations, so lately I’ve been holding back from wiping them out completely. Still, the fact that I hold the authority to give those orders feels like it’s causing a bit of distortion in my daughter’s perception.
“If you have the skill to become a Gantlet Knight, you should definitely aim for Ace Knight. Even foreigners can take the exam and get awarded one, right?”
”…Why would being an Ace Knight be better?”
“Because they’d sing songs about you.”
Is that really the reason?
…Well, I guess it’s true that I don’t often hear bards composing songs about Gantlet Knights. It’s probably because, in general, fighting monsters is just about scattering them, and there’s not much story to it.
“But if you’re going to become someone people sing about, why not aim for something like Sieg Becker, a truly heroic figure?”
”…I-I see.”
[Japanese] “Auu~, but you know. When you become Ace Night, you have to work for the Celesta army, right? That means my dream…”
”…No, I guess there are other dreams too, in a separate way.”
”…Yeah.”
A 12-year-old with many dreams. Not a bad thing.
The beautiful girl who didn’t look anything like her parents at all, slightly blushing, shifted her gaze.
”…I want to work with Dad, just like Mama did…”
“Ahh… um…”
For a child’s dream, it was very wholesome. She saw her parents, admired them, and wished to do the same job.
As a parent, it might even bring tears to your eyes.
But first, Tete had been putting on quite the act as a capable noble in this world… which meant it wasn’t the reality. And the reality was…
…that she’d been running around the world, flying from place to place while having sex non-stop in the “flying yari room” with me and other male slaves, occasionally negotiating business deals for the “S&F Foundation.”
After giving birth twice, she had started using contraception, but Tete, who looked like a 20-something thanks to her frequent visits to the polka club despite being in her 30s, was at her most desirable as a woman, and her libido only grew stronger.
It’s kind of… I don’t know if I should encourage her to aim for that kind of mother in the future.
“Swordsmanship is fun, and I admire hero tales too… but yeah. I really want to work with Mom.”
”…Good luck. But I think Sonia has a lot of other talents too, you know?”
I encouraged her while averting my gaze.
She’s only 12 years old. It’s okay for her to change her dreams many times from now on. I wish she’d keep changing them.
I couldn’t bring myself to reveal the truth about my father and mother to her.
“Oh. And…”
“Yeah.”
“When I met Frena in Polka the other day, she threw that spider toy at me… and I was so shocked I couldn’t help but let it slip.”
“What!?”
What’s Frena doing? Didn’t her swordsmanship fail after all?
”…The other day, when I met Frena in Polka, she threw that spider toy at me… and I was so shocked I couldn’t help but let it slip.”
”…………”
Frena. You really need to stop pranking everyone, or you’ll die.
“I chased her seriously, but she escaped… Ah, I’ve finally managed to get the Earth Drive working, so this time I’ll make her apologize for sure.”
”…You should start by talking to me or Tethis first. I’ll set up a proper reconciliation session.”
“That won’t work! It’s just…”
The beautiful noble girl clenched her teeth in frustration.
Honestly, even if you say it’ll be fine after a Polka, I don’t want to see a serious fight between girls.
But, you know, even if their parents intervene and force them to make up, there’s still going to be lingering resentment.
”…So, the next time I see Sonia, I’ll preemptively do a full-on prostration.”
The “flying spear room” took off from Lennest.
I waved at the kids through the window and then turned back to face the interior, sighing.
…Actually, Frena was with us this time. That was close.
It seems she was wandering around the town with Mia, so there’s a chance we might have crossed paths.
“Prostrating yourself on the ground is lame. It’s weird that Sonia would seriously cry over such a little prank.”
Frena turned her head sharply. …In her erotic underwear, no cup for her bra and no crotch for her panties.
She was still flat-chested, so there was no charm to it, but wearing that outfit in the “bedroom” was her way of countering Elenia.
That’s right. Elenia was also there, of course. Wearing almost the same outfit.
Of course, I didn’t instruct them to do that.
“Well, Sonia is pretty fickle, so by spring she’ll probably have forgotten all about it♪ More importantly, Master, please show me your cock♪”
The boss, Marquis Tetes, was also there in the same outfit as the current Buster.
”…Wait, are you seriously going to let them do this? To a child? This is totally out of line.”
“Master, what we’re doing now isn’t about making babies—it’s just some skinship.”
“You don’t usually call ‘skinship’ that uses a cock ‘just some.’”
“Both of you already confirmed your intentions clearly, so stop whining. If you do, Elenia will hate you.”
“Wha—wait, hold on. First of all…”
On the way to Rennest, Tetes suggested I show her a full-on, serious sex demonstration.
If she’s this interested, it’s better to just show her outright and shock her rather than dragging it out with half-baked excuses… That’s the logic behind me ejaculating about four times each into all three of Tetes’ holes.
Tetes prefaced it by saying, “This is sex between people who like each other. It’s not something you’d do with your dad, right? If I had to choose between doing it with that old Eagle grandpa and pretending he died of illness, I’d kill him,” but despite that, the two of them watched intently without flinching.
Elenia already has abnormal desires directed at me, but Frena is just trying to keep up with her. At least one of them should drop out… I thought, but so far, I haven’t been able to make that happen.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. A blowjob is safe, Papa-san♪”
”…Honestly, the fact that a girl is touching her dad’s dick is already impossible.”
I slowly handed my cock, which Tetes had gotten erect, to the two girls.
Elenia took it in her mouth, while Frena hesitantly leaned closer, her eyes darting around.
Tetes placed her hand behind my back and began moving my cock up and down with a gentle motion.
“It smells naughty, doesn’t it? The scent of Papa’s cum from when he was making babies with me earlier…♪”
”…Yeah…”
”…It stinks.”
What on earth is this situation? I sighed, trying to hide the faint excitement that had unexpectedly risen within me.
My beloved eldest daughter, Elenia. A rebellious girl who deep down craved attention and affection—Frena.
My two adorable daughters were leaning in close to my cock, ready to take on a blowjob.
This situation was undeniably wrong, but I couldn’t fully deny the strange excitement that still lingered.
”…Nn.”
And then.
Elenia slowly closed her eyes, hesitating, and kissed the side of the glans.
Seeing this, Frena’s lips trembled as she seemed to debate whether to speak or keep up the competition. Her small mouth wriggled in confusion as she looked up at me.
With a firm shut-eye, as if to say, “Here goes,” she stuck out her tongue and licked the opposite side of the glans.
”…Uweh.”
“No, if you really don’t like it, stop anytime, Frena. Don’t push yourself too hard.”
”…It’s not delicious… R-really, why didn’t you put some sugar on it…?”
”…Sugar on my dick? That’s a bit much.”
I’ve calmed down and realized I’m just a kid.
But as Frena watched Elenia smile, she took possession of the tip, sucking it into her mouth.
“Ahh…!”
”♪”
Elenia continued to only take the tip, teasing the underside with her tongue.
Normally, I could handle it. Frena is skilled at giving blowjobs, as are Anzeros and Apple, and even the dragons and courtesans—unlike the pregnant girls who just offer their bodies. They often challenge me to prove my superiority.
But now, knowing that my beloved daughter had finally accepted my cock into her mouth, knowing it was for the purpose of ejaculation… a wave of excitement and despair surged through me.
Then, a little later, I realized it had replaced the physical pleasure, and though I tried to hold back, my body was already heading toward climax.
My father, just from the sensation of my daughter’s lips, tongue, and palate, felt so undignified.
“Ah… El…!!”
“nn…ngh…!?”
I was about to cum.
The sensation of thick, rich semen rushing through my urethra like a raging river made me tremble, and in an instant, I unleashed it without mercy into my daughter’s mouth.
“Nngh…nngh…ah, ugh…ngh…♪”
Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation whole.
I’ve never experienced it myself, but there are few daughters who can suddenly drink semen without hesitation. Even among Cosmos’s courtesans, some struggle to hold it in before spitting it out.
But Elenia… she narrowed her eyes, sometimes gagged, and even let a bit spill from the corners of her mouth as she moved her throat.
Whether it was the mental shock of the sudden ejaculation, a defense mechanism against the male scent she’d never experienced before in her life, or simply the excitement of fulfilling her wish, she cried tears while letting the semen drip around her mouth, yet she didn’t let go of my cock.
For just a moment, my fatherly concern vanished, and I couldn’t help but think how lewd she was.
After all, she’s Selen’s daughter.
She’s Selen and my daughter.
I convinced myself in some part of my mind that it was only natural, but then I felt disgusted with myself and quickly pulled out my cock, trying to act concerned.
“O-oh… s-sorry, I let my guard down… Are you okay, Ele?”
“Eheh… eheh, kehu… …Hehe, Andy’s… semen… I drank it all.”
”…”
Ele smiled, even though her face looked terrible.
A chilling allure.
The confidence and sense of superiority I felt from my beloved daughter, as if she had “come to know men,” and the almost threatening sensation of her saying, “I’ve learned the taste of your semen,” sent a shiver through me as I realized once again just how sinful this was.
And yet, another daughter was greedily lapping at her father’s lower body.
“Nn… nn, it’s true… this is… bad…!”
“Frena… hey, wait…”
“What are you doing, eating it so eagerly… hamu, nn… slurp… like it’s delicious? I can’t believe it…♪”
Wait, why are you saying that while licking it so carefully?
I couldn’t even find the words to ask. My instincts were binding me with a refusal as I watched my daughter’s passionate tongue service.
Tetes smiled.
”…No need to rush… We’ve got plenty of time, Polka♪”
That night, the girls continued to suck on their father’s cock until they were filled with semen and could barely move.
Eventually, I lost the will to think and just lay there.
…This is bad.