Tark is as hot as summer in the Polka calendar, even in winter. The Polka climate is warm enough that long sleeves don’t feel too out of place, so to put it simply, it’s like spring or autumn in a normal place. Since the children have to fly through the snow in midwinter, they need to change clothes along the way. Handling this kind of thing falls on Neia, who doubles as Frena’s supervisor, and a few accompanying adults. As for me, I’ve been going almost non-stop since Polka, staying completely naked without even thinking about changing clothes, so it’s more like I finally put some clothes on when I get close to Tark. Well, you know, there are ten of them in the same “house.” It’s impossible not to get carried away. No matter how wild they make me, as long as I take turns, I’ll recover just fine by the time five or six have had their turn. On the other hand, while I’m going at it non-stop, they only have sex every two or three hours, so it’s basically an endless loop. Of course, I’m not doing this without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but the atmosphere helps, and when I’m awake, I’m usually sticking something in someone. It’s faster than a walking journey, but the girls have nothing else to do except sex. And thanks to doping and training, I’ve reached the point where I don’t even worry about running out. …Sometimes I get scared wondering where my sperm is even coming from, but well, that’s just how it is, so the inside of the house is always filled with a lewd smell.
…Anyway.
Carlos: “Hey, welcome, human. The kids look lively too, which is great, but wait a second—didn’t Elenia-chan come out from your room? Yeah, it’s not my imagination. She’s grown even taller since last year. That’s definitely Elenia-chan, right? I heard you were riding on that huge multi-person bed, so that means…”
Nancy: “Calm down, Carlos-san.”
Carlos: “How can I calm down?! My own daughter is finally getting laid! From now on, I’m not letting Rebecca have any contact with you! If she even breathes the same air as your dick, I’ll cut it off and feed it to a desert lizard!”
Nancy appeared silently, as usual, and with a sharp nod, silenced him.
Nancy: “Hey, it’s been half a year, Andy-kun. Well, actually, you came by Cosmos Honpo after the summer spirit festival, so it’s been about four months since Tark, right?”
[Andy]: ”…Ah, yes. It’s been a while.”
Nancy grabbed Carlos-san by the collar and laid him down on a nearby bench, then shrugged and watched the kids enter the lodging.
Nancy: “It’s getting cramped, isn’t it? How many have you added this year?”
[Andy]: “Uh, well… compared to last year, about 24…”
Nancy: “That won’t be enough based on the count from two years ago. Let’s expand by next year.”
The number of my kids keeps increasing every year. I don’t bring infants who might be nervous about air travel, but especially the cat beastmen’s offspring are growing rapidly.
We’ve even had a separate lodging built within Onyx’s property for my children to stay, but it still isn’t enough, and some have been staying in private rooms borrowed from Frena-san’s siblings.
[Andy]: “If it comes to it, we could rent a place outside…”
Nancy: “That would be unacceptable. We have plenty of land, and I don’t want to create any sense of exclusion among the children. More than that, I want Rebecca to enjoy the spirit festival night with her cousins without any worries.”
[Andy]: “I-I see.”
Rebecca-chan, Carlos-san’s only daughter, is overprotected by him as his long-awaited first child. She usually can’t move around freely, and honestly, she doesn’t have many cousins her age.
Even among the nearly 100 siblings of Frena-san, it’s only my sisters who’ve had children in the past ten years. Dark elves don’t normally have such frequent pregnancies.
However, kids need someone they can share their childlike sense of wonder with. So for Rebecca-chan, my children are the only ones she can let loose and play with without any worries.
Nancy: “But… well, Andy-kun, I’m not too pleased either. Children, once they use the fact that they’re being raised as an excuse, become impossible to defy their parents. Especially for a father, having his eldest daughter is something special. I can understand the feelings of affection, but physical relationships…”
[Andy]: “No, it’s… more like I’m desperately trying to stop them…”
[Elenia]: “This is what normal adult sensibilities are like. No matter how you look at it, Papa will always be the bad guy.
…Though, of course, you won’t understand.
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So. As planned, we arrived in the evening. The children lined up at the party table in the garden for a lavish Viking-style dinner, then took a dip in the family pool before retiring to sleep. Carlos-san subtly interacted with them and would give presents to everyone on the actual day of the festival. To my surprise, Carlos-san remembered the names of all 200 children, even those I sometimes couldn’t recall, despite only seeing them once a year. He remembered their faces, their names, and each of their preferences. It’s only natural that Anemone would be drawn to Carlos-san’s thoughtfulness, Cosmos-san. And as for me, I couldn’t just watch over the children…
“Hey everyone, pay attention! The owner has arrived♪”
Cosmos-san said this while walking down the street in front of “Cosmos Shop,” holding my arm.
Suddenly, women from nearby shops and restaurants poked their heads out and began closing up.
“Today’s closing time, closing time♪”
[Cosmo]: “Uh… wait, what’s going on?”
[Staff]: “It’s for the shop’s convenience♪ We’ll be closed until the festival, so come back another time♪”
[Customer]: “Hey, I was still drinking!”
The drunk customers were shooed out, and they looked suspiciously at me and Cosmos-san.
“You didn’t have to close the shop…”
[Staff]: “All our affiliated shops are run by courtesans as a side gig, so it wouldn’t be fair if some of them couldn’t join the main shop today♪”
We were about to enter the “Cosmos Shop,” which is actually a brothel, but some customers who were in the middle of playing might also get kicked out. I wondered how that would affect the reputation, but apparently, my visit would turn it into something of a “festival.”
That’s right. Now, I’m the “Owner.” The ruler of this entertainment district centered around the brothel…
Well, Cosmos-san said that, but in reality, I haven’t contributed anything to the shop and haven’t received any profits either.
It seems that since the moment I impregnated Cosmos-san, I’ve effectively been considered her “husband” and share her wealth (at least according to Talc law), so the brothel is technically mine now, and I can take whatever courtesans I want.
I think Cosmos-san mentioned something like that when she first showed up, but I didn’t realize it meant that.
Anyway, I don’t need to “take advantage” of them since I already have my own harem of female slaves and dragons, so I’m not lacking in that department. However, it seems Cosmos-san and her vice officer, Isabel-san, have notified me that if I want a vacation in Polka, I’ll have to “make sure the Owner knows it.”
I’ve always maintained that they don’t need to grovel to me just to get transported to Polka, but apparently, when I visit Talc, I’ll have to entertain the courtesans.
Honestly, I’d rather they just arrange things normally. …That’s what I always say, and most of the courtesans seem to understand that, but still, there are plenty who want to challenge me—someone with an “Ogre-like ejaculation volume, endless stamina, and the technique to effortlessly bring Cosmos-san and Isabel-san to climax on a tricycle.”
As expected, they’re all real pros who chose this life as courtesans because they love it.
[Staff]: “It’s been a while, Owner♪”
[Cosmo]: “Wait, Isabel-san, I just visited four months ago.”
[Staff]: “If it’s been that long, it counts as ‘it’s been a while.’ Here, your Isabel Coins this time.”
She handed me a gold coin bag filled with thick coins.
I wonder if this even means anything anymore. …Well, for the courtesans, they can exchange them for a decent amount of cash later.
“I don’t have enough time to spend that much… Besides, I’m here with my kids to enjoy the festival, so I can’t just stay locked in the brothel.”
[Staff]: “We’re counting on you to change your mind♪”
“Isabel-san used to be stricter about managing the brothel, though…”
The fact that I’m staying means the brothel is effectively giving up on making profits. As I’ve seen earlier, it’s also throwing away any chance of earning income.
I feel like Isabel-san’s role was supposed to be tightening things up and keeping things under control, but…
Anyway, my visit to Talc means the brothel will have to give up its profits for the time being.
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Owen: “Hmm… Well, honestly, even if I leave things as they are, the business isn’t exactly struggling. The owner’s been bringing in a decent income.”
Owen: “Wait, I’m not making any money, though?”
Owen: “You are making money! You and Cosmos-san have been cranking up the economy pretty hard!”
Owen: ”…The S&F Foundation thing?”
Huh. I was wondering how they were making a profit and where the money was going, but it’s also flowing here.
Well, I guess since they’ve already made me an “owner,” it wouldn’t be strange if they’d secretly become investors too… or something like that?
I’m stuck on this. Honestly, the flow of money from that activity is completely incomprehensible to me, so I’ve just handed it all over to Cosmos-san, Irina, and Tetes since the beginning.
But it seems some of the prostitutes couldn’t wait and ended up sticking their noses in.
Prostitute: “Ooohnaaa! If you want to have fun with the kids, you should just go ahead and get it on hard and fast! So, let’s have a match, come on, hurry up!”
Prostitute: “Spare me for later. It’s such a hassle trying to move them all after they’ve gone wild.”
Prostitute: “What’s the deal? I don’t think discriminating against Ogres is cool.”
Prostitute: “Owner, owner! There are four newbies who want to go to Polka, so please give them a proper hazing!”
As always, dressed in outfits that barely qualify as clothing and yet with a bright demeanor that makes you forget it, they’re exactly the kind of girls I don’t like being too gloomy around.
But today…
Owen: ”…Hmm. Well then… Here.”
I tossed the Isabel coins I’d pulled out from my bag back to the young lady in front of me. Ten of them.
Owen: “Isabel-san, you don’t come to Polka. Sometimes I feel like going all out and hazing you hard.”
Though she’s always been busy with behind-the-scenes work, Isabel-san has gradually revealed some cute sides to her.
And besides…
Owen: ”…Ten times, I’m planning to cum inside you without any protection?”
Owen: “Hmm, well, even ten times is fine.”
I leaned in close to her ear.
Owen: “I’ve been wanting to get Isabel-san pregnant for a while now. …Is this the ‘no-protection fee’?”
Children, please forgive your shameless father.
But I don’t know any other way to show my special affection in this bizarrely lewd space.
…And then, with a sudden mature smile on her youthful face, Isabel-san said:
Isabel: “I’ll tell you something good. …I’ve been having unprotected sex with the owner for five years now, just like this! ♪”
Owen: “Then I’ll just go straight for ten.”
Even though it was a whisper, she didn’t seem to be hiding it all that much.
As our exchange played out, the other prostitutes whistled or let out excited cheers.
The evening at Cosmos’s shop turned into quite a spectacle. The evening—or rather, a considerable part of the night—was spent going wild.
Polka always has a few courtesans staying for rest and relaxation, and while they’re always willing to indulge if the mood strikes, the situation of being able to do whatever you want with them in a brothel… well, it’s kind of like looting goods recklessly in a store. It’s the kind of thing that oddly gets me hyped up.
I’ve also heard it said in various places, but here, staying for a while and indulging in a bit of sampling life… it’s something they recommend, and honestly, it does sound appealing.
Though, I guess even I can’t help but feel like it’s a bit too decadent.
Life at Vapor Palace isn’t much different, but since they’re always keeping an eye on festivals and such, I’d like to think this arrangement is slightly more presentable.
…Anyway, as I wandered through the town and returned to Carlos-san’s place, I saw the kids running around in the garden where they were setting up for the spirit festival party, with dragons helping out while also making sure the kids didn’t get caught in any accidents.
The kids were running freely between the stage and the cooking oven they were building, which made me nervous just watching, but the dragons used their incredible agility to stop them before anything dangerous could happen.
“Isn’t it rude to interrupt? Maybe we should just lock everyone up in the dormitory…”
“Nancy-san, for kids, seeing things like this is a valuable experience.”
“I don’t think being strict is the only way. Look, Peter-kun is even helping out.”
“But he’s just doing it because the maid flattered him…”
“It’s not a bad thing to feel motivated when praised. And from there, you might discover your own talents or find something you enjoy. …Peter-kun might have a talent for building, for example.”
“Building? From making ovens?”
“Not everyone can do it without thinking. Watching them, I noticed they have a good sense for choosing and stacking stones. Maybe they picked up some tips from someone like Diane.”
”…Maybe so.”
Setting up, huh.
…Now that I think about it, Polka’s festival setups also involve a lot of kids participating.
It’s partly because they’re short on hands, but there’s also the goal of passing on knowledge and discovering talents. …Besides, festivals are fun because everyone—adults and kids alike—gets to help make them.
“By the way, the maids were looking for you.”
“Ah…”
“I guess you have an idea where they might be. That’s fine then.”
Nancy-san said that, and I gave a slightly awkward smile before leaving… and heading over to the maids.
At the end of the year in Tark, the kids enjoy the Onyx spirit festival party.
And as for me… Cosmos Honpo and…
“We’ve been waiting. Master.”
”…I can’t help but wonder every time. Calling me ‘Master’ like that…”
“It’s a matter of the heart… consider me your spiritual master.”
“It just makes it feel even more sinful.”
Even within the grounds, there’s a separate dormitory for Onyx’s maids, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the setup.
When I was led inside, the 20 or so maids, all dressed in nothing but aprons and headpieces, bowed in unison in their indecent state.
…Cosmos Honpo, and this is where my main purpose lies during Tark’s spirit festival.
Well, to be honest, I’m forced to stay here for long periods of time every time.
A group of maids from Onyx, particularly those with the troublesome wish to be ‘servants who want to be sexually served by their master.’ Though, unfortunately, they’re in the majority rather than the minority, and they expect me to put on quite the show here.
“It’s true that doing naughty things with maids is romantic… but it’s also a bit off when you make female slaves wear maid outfits.”
I approached the row of dark elf maids, gesturing with my fingers to stay still while I moved behind them and gently caressed each of their bottoms.
“Think about it—most of the Onyx Maidens are perverts who’d get off to something like this… Carlos-san, you must be having a tough time.”
As I lightly tapped the maid’s bottom with my palm, she let out a seductive scream. “I-I’m so sorry… Master is just too perfect.”
“I don’t remember hiring any of you as my maids.”
“But still… you’re indulging our desires and keeping it all to yourself… It’s rare to find someone with both the power to take us away from Onyx—”
“Even if they’re a few perverted maids—and yet, their lust hasn’t waned even after violating so many of them… And when the time comes, they could take us away from Onyx themselves… Someone like that is rare…♪”
“Sure, it’s theoretically possible, but I’m not planning to fight with Carlos-san.”
Though, deep down, I knew I’d probably find a way to keep any child that got pregnant close to me.
Still, I had to be careful with those two. They were technically “nieces,” after all… While the maids lined up for oral service, I kept an eye on them. There were a few of Carlos-san’s younger siblings’ children, including Rebecca-chan’s cousins.
…Though, come to think of it, both of them had already been having sex with me multiple times.
If I ended up getting one of them pregnant and then had to put a collar on her, Carlos-san would have no argument left.
“By the way, are you all using contraception magic?”
“Yes, of course, we’ve deactivated it for everyone.”
“Why did you think that was the right answer?!”
The maid leader averted her eyes, while the other maids muttered under their breath.
“Well… isn’t serving and getting pregnant by Master the very essence of being a maid…?”
“Right?”
“I heard the maids who go to Polka are just having kids normally…”
Why do you all live such extreme lives? And besides, I thought you were using contraception magic, so I ended up having sex with the maid who came from Polka.
“Even though they come and go from Polka every three months or so… Don’t tell me you’ve already gotten someone pregnant?”
”…………”
“You have?”
It seemed like they had.
Well, since she’s not from Onyx’s bloodline, it’s technically fine.
…No, it’s not fine. Why are you trying to keep it a secret?
We’ve been having sex almost nonstop, but on the night of the spirit festival, we’re finally set free. The S&F Foundation’s work is also done during the party, and as a father, I want to see the children’s happy faces too. …And then. “Next up for tonight’s highlight: The ‘Desert Jewel Butterfly’—Nora’s elegant dance. Wait, Paula’s performing too? Oh, um… please enjoy this mother-daughter performance!” Before Carlos-san could finish his flustered introduction, Nora and her only daughter Paula burst onto the stage. “A jewel butterfly with a daughter!?” “You had a daughter!?” The audience was in shock. Nora, holding Paula’s hand, was dressed in a sexy outfit just like Nora, though Paula, at 8 years old, contrasted with Nora’s elegance with her lively steps while occasionally waving innocently at me with both hands.
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“Pa-paa!”
”…Wait, is this guy…?”
“The Hornless Ogre’s stallion groom!”
…Yes. That’s right.
I thought I’d shrink under the gazes filled with murderous intent from the men… but then it seemed like they all just gave up and said, “Oh well, if it’s this guy, what can we do?”
Wait, is that really okay with you guys?
“Hoho, well, it’s no secret that your master is dragging a dragon around.”
”…I’m still trying to keep it a secret for now, though.”
“There are plenty of indirect clues. And rumors about your achievements are starting to spread. They’re even being sung at the taverns.”
“Really?”
I kinda want to hear about it.
…Wait, if “Stallion Groom” is his nickname, does he really have such impressive achievements that they’re being sung about? Maybe it’s better not to ask.
And then, noticing my distracted state, Paula quickly caught on.
“Pa-paa! Look at me properly! I’m going to take my clothes off!”
“Stop it!”
An 8-year-old shouldn’t be drawing attention by taking off her clothes.
Besides, Mom, don’t try to act like you’re taking off your clothes too. This is technically a wholesome festival.