Frena, who is Neia’s daughter, is a bit of a tomboy but she’s definitely not a pervert. Or so I think.
Neia herself has completely lost her resistance to sex, but she’s not the type to take the initiative. She’d never go around “preaching” about sex to children or anything like that.
Well, I mean, most people wouldn’t do something like that, but in our household it happens quite often. After all, the female slaves who are also mothers are living happily in a completely nude palace. And since the kids grow up there, they can’t help but develop an interest in the opposite sex and sex itself.
Though, it’s probably not a good idea to hide their eyes on it now, and even without taking examples like the cat beastfolk colony or Misty Palace, there are plenty of worlds out there with liberal attitudes toward sex and nudity.
I’ve been following the wisdom of long-lived species that say, “Just give them knowledge and options,” so I’ve decided to teach the children, from an early age, that “we’re a special family” and to be open about sex and everything related to it.
Though, I’m not entirely confident that this will help develop average ethical standards. But the female slaves, who come from diverse races, social classes, and countries, say that such things vary depending on class and country anyway, so I’ve decided to accept that as the norm.
Still, it’s probably not a good idea to over-emphasize the pleasure of sex with them. I mean, why does she wait naked in line just to get Papa’s cock shoved in? Though, it’s important to prepare a proper answer for that.
And if we’re going to teach them, we should make sure to stress “wait until you’re an adult.” Examples like Marche from Cosmos Honpo or our Elenia are kind of special cases.
…Wait, in the old desert south, girls could get married at 12? Is that still the case in some parts of the elf territories?
Th-that’s their culture. This is ours.
…Even with Elenia as an example, “this is our way” might backfire.
Ugh, forget it.
Lately, Frena has been acting strangely clingy. In a sexual way.
“Ele is hopeless, but I wish I could make Frena give up on that. She’s so cute, she’ll definitely become popular once she grows up… popular… ugh.”
“Why do you look so frustrated…”
“Imagining some random guy chatting with her so casually because of how cute she is… and imagining her not entirely unwilling to it is such a trial for a father…!!”
”…Ahaha.”
Neia gave a polite laugh, unsure how to respond.
Right now, I’m on my way back from delivering some work at the blacksmith shop in town.
With the population increasing, Polka has seen many new blacksmith shops open up. While there’s still not much normal work for me, there is a bit.
Well, it’s less about skill and more that other, more accessible shops are busy when I manage to get some work by advertising, “We can handle it!”
I’ve got a sign near the counter at the inn where I’m in charge of managing things that says, “Smison’s Weapon Shop. We take all kinds of repair requests.” But it seems people only come to me if they’re really desperate.
Jeanne still helps out as usual, and my quality is reliable. Maybe it’s because I advertise myself as a jack-of-all-trades that’s the problem.
…Or maybe it’s because when I’m busy, the female slaves reduce the frequency of their… activities?
“If you’re that attached, why not just hold Frena too?”
“Don’t give up so easily, Neia. Children need a place to feel safe and sleep soundly. If their parents, who are supposed to protect them, turn their desires toward them, where can they hide?”
“I’m not sure… I’ve always felt most at ease sleeping when I’m being held, so I don’t really know.”
”…You’re a special case too, huh?”
After all, it’s not like Neia had any parents in the traditional sense, and she ended up having a tough youth. Even if she tried to sympathize with me, it would’ve been a difficult conversation.
Or rather, honestly, it might be considered a special fetish that I sleep best when I’m being completely filled inside and left there while you’re still going at it. If you think about it calmly, it’s probably not something normal.
“But Frena isn’t a stupid girl either… She’s the type who would never do something she genuinely dislikes, so I don’t think it’s just competitiveness against Elet-chan.”
“I think it’s more that she simply doesn’t know about love.”
“Speaking of which, I think quite a few people would fall for that argument… Even I’m not sure if I had proper love before doing it, you know.”
”…Yeah. Sorry.”
If left alone, she’d probably die in some glamorous way, so I decided to push her forward. There.
Besides, among the female slaves, there are definitely quite a few who start with sex instead of love. The cat beastfolk group, for example, is clearly dominated by lust and reproduction first.
If I say it can’t be done because of that, it’ll just make things harder to move forward. This is troublesome.
“If you just want attention, I wish you’d say so. Since you can’t, maybe you’re pretending to be like Ele to get some affection… That’s what I think.”
“I wonder. It’s definitely true that she craves affection, though.”
Neia smiles gently.
She’s adorable. Like most elves, she hasn’t aged much since we first met.
The only difference now is that her belly is big.
“As for me, I’d prefer if Frena didn’t focus on me too much for a while, so it’d be great if she stayed completely devoted to her father until the next child weaned.”
“The idea of leaving it to the father isn’t bad, but isn’t the line you’re drawing weird!?”
”…Well, you know… It’s not like I’m Selen-san or anything… She’s still my daughter.”
She looks away.
”…I guess it’s just… maybe she likes you because of her blood. Or maybe because she likes the dirty stuff.”
“That’s a dangerous theory that almost every couple who marries for love ends up engaging in incest!?”
Here’s the Japanese text to translate:
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Well, you see.
The root of the problem is that there’s a prevailing ethos in harems that doesn’t allow for exclusive relationships with one man.
Once someone crosses that line and takes it further into family territory, it becomes incredibly difficult to resist when others start thinking, “I could do it too.”
After all, I obviously love all the beautiful daughters who’ve grown up so beautifully. Not in a sexual sense, of course.
If they come at me, I can’t help but push them away.
If this were a proper marriage, there’d be a strong defense like, “I’m devoted only to Mama.” But I don’t have that, so when my beloved daughters get too attached, I lack the means to push them back. Especially now that I’ve let Elenia in.
“E-even so, isn’t it wrong to pursue girls who are this old…”
“They’re taller than me already.”
“Jeanne, sit down?”
When Jeanne, Irina, or Sori-chan show up, even the younger ones fall into my range of interest. That’s another reason why my defenses are weak.
“When they’ve grown this tall, Mama even laughed and said it’s not that wild as long as you’re careful about pregnancy… ♪”
[That person…]
Vapor Palace, Hot Spring Area. ###
In the end, I couldn’t push away Frena, who had spread her slender legs over me while lying down and was spreading her small labia herself.
“Even Father would want to claim his daughter’s first time for himself, right…? I know, I know…♪”
“That’s obviously not okay.”
“Then, would it be okay if I just stuck something random in there?”
“No way that’s okay!?”
“What about having some random guy from Grunge stick it in?”
“I’d die just imagining it.”
That’s underhanded. There’s no way Father would say yes to that leading question. No way.
Come to think of it, I feel like Elenia said something similar before. Did someone give her some advice?
…There are too many people I can imagine pulling that off.
“Then Father-san will just have to do it, right…♪” [English Text] [
] “Normally, I wouldn’t care so much about Father’s wishes!” [
] It’s not that I want to lose my daughter or anything. I absolutely hate the idea of her being taken lightly by some tool or a faceless man, or even someone I know, and this feeling is just too overwhelming to do anything about it. [
] “This isn’t Father’s wish, it’s mine… We’re just in love, that’s all♪” [
] “Ugh…” [
] Frena slowly lowered herself. [
] Her face, still bearing the traces of a girl like Neia, showed a mix of tension and excitement, reaching the very edge of her limit. [
] Hearing just her words, it sounded lewd, but she must have gone through countless internal struggles, made decisions, and pushed herself to the brink to ensure there would be no turning back. [
] And the few female slaves and other women in the hot spring area were watching her reckless act with a mix of amusement and admiration. [
] Wait, shouldn’t I stop this? A father and daughter trying to have sex? Isn’t that impossible? [
] “Y-you don’t have to copy Elle so much…!” [
] ”…Let me copy her.”
Frena muttered softly.
I flinched, startled by the slightly different tone in her voice.
It felt like I’d touched something.
Even though I’ve been with many girls and have learned to recognize the signs of a storm brewing, this was different.
What about Frena?
“Let me… let me do it! Hold me tight like Mom or Elenia, love me with all your strength, spoil me… Why can’t I do that!?”
“I mean, that’s what a father…”
“I want you to do it! I want you to make me feel good, and I want you to feel good too… If Elenia’s okay with it, then why can’t I be? Hold each other until we’re exhausted, make each other feel amazing… Why is that so wrong!? I don’t want anyone else to make me feel good!”
“Ah, uh…”
This is bad. I really can’t argue with her.
My daughter was pouring her heart into me. She understood and was willing to give herself entirely to me.
Just that alone filled my chest, and once again, I had no concrete response.
This act of procreation… well, if you’re being careful with contraception, it’s just pointless. In fact, Elenia lets it slide because of that.
“Is it okay…?”
“…Ugh.”
“Is it okay?”
“…Y-yes.”
I lose.
I was overwhelmed by my daughter’s intensity and agreed to let her father’s cock invade her depths, lowering myself to enter her.
She really is adorable. She’s a handful, but she’s the treasure of both me and Neia, more than anyone else.
My daughter, like my mother and my sister-in-law, directs her feelings toward her father, wanting to feel him through her own body and make him feel good.
This sin, the second after Elenia, the moment of entering… the moment of breaking through is a feeling of destruction, despair, and pleasure that I could never get used to.
Ah.
No, it’s bad, just like before… it’s the same.
I feel so weak from all this love and sin.
“Father…♪ See, it’s going in more, right? Once we’ve come this far… Father, help me… go deeper… ahhh!?”
“Ugh… Frena… ah!”
My clumsy, little daughter is slowly lowering her hips… and yet I haven’t even entered her fully, but I’m already cumming.
Before my cock could reach her, an overwhelming pressure of ejaculation tries to push apart her virgin membrane.
Her young, strong vaginal walls are trapping the semen, swelling up like a squirrel’s cheek pouch deep inside her.
“Ahh, ahhh… Father, that’s… too sudden…♪”
Maybe they used some magic from Cosmos-san to numb the pain and prevent pregnancy. She doesn’t seem to be in as much pain as I expected.
But I’m drowning in a sea of mixed emotions — another daughter’s vagina has made me cum again. I can’t even catch my breath from the pleasure.
…No good.
I can’t let this become a habit… I can’t carve any deeper motivation into myself to touch my daughters like this, but as I thrust to finish off deep inside her loosened virgin membrane, I immediately start up again.
It feels so good. I can’t help it.
I’m being pleasured by my beloved daughter.
“Wow… Dad, it’s so good… I’m…♪”
Frena clung to me as if collapsing, her face pressed against my chest.
“I want it to be like Elenia…♪”
Not in competition, but with longing, my hand reached out.
My daughter, breathing heavily with happiness.
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“It’s like you’re the same, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. It can’t be helped, after all—we’re half-elves♪”
While watching Frena, who had fainted from being filled over and over, and Elenia, who came later to continue, the two half-elf mothers with their full bellies and breasts were happily chatting and soaking in a half-bath.
…Is it okay to laugh about this? Is it really okay to brush it off just because we’re half-elves?
But as the loser, I couldn’t say anything, and all I could do was satisfy Elenia.