Ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is now forty.

When Elenia turned thirteen, she stopped calling me "Papa."

Why? Did I ruin things by making her a birthday gift—a staff with a glowing tip that spun around?
Irina told me, "If you'd made this for a younger kid, it would've been an absolute hit," but knowing that the day before doesn't exactly help when you're trying to figure out why she's mad.

Besides, isn't it your fault, you rich bastards, just barking orders at your subordinates and having them whip up the finest clothes and accessories? I have to compete on skill alone, and let's face it—I'm not some young genius anymore who can conjure anything up in a flash of inspiration.

...Well, no point complaining about Irina's reaction. The problem is Elenia.

"E-elia, please. Give Papa one more chance, okay?"

"Huh?"

I clasped my hands together and begged for a redo on the gift, only to be met with a chilling "Huh?" that made my blood run cold.
I'm gonna die.

Elenia keeps her mother's radiant blonde hair cut into a bob, though the left side hangs slightly longer as a stylistic touch. She gets it trimmed every two weeks by Selen. Since Elenia learned to stand, Selen has been handling all sorts of tasks with impressive ease, but honestly, calling anyone else in Polka a better barber than her would be an insult.

Elenia's attitude toward me lately is...微妙 (shaky), but she loves her mom without reservation. She often complains to Selen in a teasing tone, "My hair's grown too long again?" and just gets a weary chuckle in return.

As for my ears—they're clearly shorter than those of the elves like Selen or Anjou, who can move them at will. Back when Elenia was little, I'd playfully pinch her ears while she was in the bath, but Cristy caught me once and gave me hell for it. After being told that kissing lips is still "safe" elven etiquette, I swore to myself never to mention it to Elenia again.

I love my daughter dearly, but I know where the line lies as a father.

"What? A birthday present? The spinning thing?"

"Yeah. I was thinking of making something better than that..."

"Better? How do you even define 'better'?"

"Well... since we can't exactly walk around with that staff all day, and it was too impractical anyway, I thought maybe—something decorative but functional? Like an ornate piece you'd put in the room to admire whenever you feel like it..."

"I absolutely hate that kind of thinking, Andy."

"Guh—"

The female slaves' collective rejection hit me with such force I nearly choked on my own blood. Oh crap, I need to drink from the Spirit Spring later.

And just so everyone knows: after the transformation, people don't call me "Father" anymore—they just say "Andy." Yeah, they drop the honorifics straight up.

"True, that thing was basically a toy, and Peter loved it more, so I gave it to him right away..."

"Gave it away...?"

Kids can be cruel like that.

"That's exactly where you're supposed to say, 'Next year I'll make something even better.' So are you planning on churning out garbage until I'm satisfied? Are you bored? Trying to kill time?"

"N-no, stop! Papa's still trying his best!"

"Mom and the sisters always say that, but honestly, all Andy does is grope their breasts and asses like a perverted degenerate. What exactly are you 'trying your best' at?"

"Stop it! You don't see what I'm doing behind closed doors, okay? Things you wouldn't understand!"

Truthfully, Elenia doesn't get it—and honestly, even I'm not entirely sure myself.

The reason for my vague explanations is that Irina, Tetes, and Cosmos are now the brains behind my operations. Recently, they launched something fancy called the Simson & Forest Foundation, constantly dragging me to high-society parties and festivals where I get forced into speeches.

I never intended to be a blacksmith as a career, but honestly, my handiwork isn't making me any money. Jeanne has better sense and stamina; Jackie's still ahead of me too. In that situation, thinking "I'll earn my own keep and support the female slaves" was absurdly arrogant.

That's when Irina suggested I try some side hustle. Skeptical as hell, I gave it a shot—and ended up giving speeches while Irina (the clan leader), Tetes (Marquis of Renfanggas), and Cosmos (who wields immense influence across the Southern Deserts) chimed in with support. Thanks to them, we've attracted businesses from Karlwin, Grunz, and even centered operations around the Northern Forests, generating real profits.

I give a speech once a month whenever they ask me to, acting as a shield against obviously lust-driven suitors (and since all three women are stunningly beautiful, plenty show up), while mostly just watching them handle the negotiations. Sometimes we discuss topics completely unrelated to Karlwin, Grunz, or the Northern Forests, and I'm constantly worried we're going to crash and burn—but somehow, it's working.

Honestly, the politics are so complex I don't even understand half of it. So when someone asks, "What exactly are you doing?" all I can say is, "I dunno, but we're doing something."

As for the rest of my time... well, people call me a "garbage maker," but I'm still crafting things.

"...Maybe I should stop touching girls' breasts and asses in front of kids anyway."

"It's not like it's too late to change now?"

"There's no choice but to ban children from entering this area."

This conversation took place at the former secret hot spring, now massively expanded from its original open-air pool into what used to be Carlos's estate-sized complex—currently known as the "Vapor Palace."

...Calling it a "palace" might remind people of Dragon Palace, but since dozens of dragons are always present, it's not entirely wrong. The dragons themselves insist on calling it that, so we'll go with it.

The new city-center house can comfortably accommodate ten to fifteen people, but anyone coming to Polka can't all be lodged there. Plus, nude tribes like the Blue Dragons cause such a scandal just by appearing in public that if they're going to stir up trouble anyway, why not build a massive compound where women come specifically to see me, and dragons roam naked without anyone complaining? That grand plan was spearheaded by Lieda and Irina ten years ago.

Honestly, when I first saw the blueprints, I thought it was a joke. This wasn't a house—it looked more like a fortress or military base. Was Grunz just getting cocky after his success?

...But then came powerful backing from Breakcore and Diel.
"A structure interfacing with barriers would be ideal. Every time Breakcore goes outside, leaving the barrier open in the open is too risky. If we build an enclosed compound guarded by dragons, the risk drops significantly."

Thanks to that logic, the Clan Council approved it without hesitation.

Carving out a 200-meter-wide section from the entire forest might not seem like much on a big scale—but for humans doing it without permission? That's instant arrows flying everywhere.

So, openly and proudly, the dragons and Northern Forest masters cleared the land, built towering stone walls, and constructed magnificent arched roofs embedded with runic patterns that glow transparent when heat builds up inside.

Nowadays, during summer afternoons, you get a sense of total openness—as if there's no ceiling above you—while beneath lies a vast hot spring space resembling a Tark oasis.

...Originally planned to be deeper, but since kids might drown, it's now capped at 30cm deep. You can't submerge your whole body unless you lie down flat, which is inconvenient as hell.

Centered around this hot spring zone are several interconnected areas: the sleeping quarters (enough beds for ~300 people), dining hall (where cat children and elf kids get trained before heading out to work in the city), leisure zones (including a dance stage and my invention workshop), and even a dedicated dragon takeoff/landing pad. Literally, it's one giant palace-like complex.

And guess who occupies this massive space exclusively?
My people: female slaves, cat colony kids, Cosmos's employees, Onyx's maid squad (who came here as a spa retreat but stayed permanently after I said "feel free to come whenever," spontaneously organizing a rotating three-month leave system with about five members at a time), Misty and Crystal's ladies from both palaces, plus countless others—including girls who know I'm a perverted stud horse yet still feel completely comfortable being naked around me.

And then there are the kids. They were too young to send away, so since the place is huge, they're naturally kept far from any lewd scenes anyway.

Within these walls, going fully nude is entirely optional. Naturally, the Blue Dragons live naked here; the central hot spring was originally expanded for erotic purposes, so there's no gender separation. Guests who visit usually end up living a fully nude lifestyle too.

So my kids are already accustomed to seeing others' bare bodies. Whenever they come here, dozens of unfamiliar beauties rotate in and out completely naked—some soaking in the springs, others hugging me naked on my shoulders.

...Honestly, while the kids were little, I figured "meh, whatever."
With relationships openly aimed at group sex involving dozens of people, considering how we ended up in this situation, it would've been nearly impossible to hide everything from them.

The biggest educational problem was the closed environment distorting common sense (and causing rampant mating urges) among the cat-beasts—but once kids were born, I couldn't just say, "No more cats accepted in Polka."

Some even argued, "Just claim nudity is part of our culture." Mainly from Dark Elves and the Maias.

But let's test that theory with Elenia hitting me over it.

It's not as simple as "just act boldly and it'll be fine."
No matter how much you walk in and out of a hall of total nudity, girls don't want to see their fathers acting like degenerate degenerates. Even Minister Ashton is respected yet despised by his children despite being charmingly masculine to his wives. To his kids, he's just... nothing special. Of course, that applies to me too.

But—

"I understand why you can't stop yourself from finding your eldest daughter adorable. But we have many other daughters and sons too, so as the head of the family, you shouldn't sway solely based on one person's opinion."

In the middle of the hot spring area, Aurora leans against me, repeatedly guiding her hand toward my ass—of course, completely naked.

She hasn't changed much since we met. Still no kids of her own, so the children call her "Aurora-nee."
"Andrew's job is touching breasts. In fact, his main duty is fucking," she said.
Then there's Luna, who's been squeezing my dick and rubbing it fast and hard like a champ.

Look at that—even though she's already had six kids (twice in pairs, three times total), I was about to think her figure must've collapsed from all that childbirth. But nope, if anything, she looks even more attractive now than back in her youth.
It's not just a shift in my tastes, either. The effects of the Spirit Spring and Hilda's beauty treatments are benefiting all the female slaves equally.

Luna's breasts have grown about two sizes bigger since we first met—probably a side effect of giving birth—and they bounce with such incredible give that even the other elves can't help but envy her. Her face and skin still look like she's in her early twenties.

"Kids need education, sure. But raising them too properly? No way. If you're Andrew's kid, you gotta learn to accept what you can't change. Andrew's already too famous."

"That said—"

"If anything, mixed-breed elves get persecuted everywhere. Yet here he is: rooted in Polka for the sake of protecting all his children, bridging humans and elves, inviting people from Celesta and Carlwin… He made this place a sanctuary where anyone can be themselves no matter what. If a child like Andrew's gets caught up in Trotte standards' notion of 'normal,' that'd actually make them miserable."

"…But I still want Eleanor to like me. It's easy to say she doesn't fit in, but I really like the Eleanor she is right now."

"You're an overprotective dad."

"Yeah, you're totally an overprotective dad."

The two veteran female slaves nodded at each other.
Then came a patter-patter of footsteps.
"In the first place…"

Even in her dazzling nudity, Apple waded toward us, splashing through the water of the white bathtub.

"Eleanor-chan loves Mamma Andrew, right?"

"She does."

"She really does."

"Ugh… but lately her eyes are so cold…"

"If she truly hated you, she wouldn't even bother coming to watch Andrew touching another woman's breasts. She could just live in town without ever setting foot here."

"Well, I mean—"

"And besides, in a normal Trotte household, once a girl hits ten, her father showing her his bare cock and getting off on her mom's tits all day? That'd be unthinkable! People back home always said that."

"W-well, maybe there's something wrong with how we raised her!"

Elenia still comes here often and never hides anything from me.

But that's only because our house runs like this; in other families, such behavior would rightly be called shameful.

"She notices me because she loves me. Kids can't help but speak up when they see something they're drawn to."

"No, if your own dad was surrounded by lustful women all day long, showing off his junk and drooling over tits, most people'd be horrified. I probably would too."

"That's because it feels like a betrayal from the mother. But nobody here is disillusioned with Andrew."

"Hey, isn't this style of yours just being overly accepting because you guys want to get laid?"

"Andrew's just taking it too seriously himself."

"Yeah."

"So if they decide to leave, letting them go is parental responsibility. Kids will eventually fly the nest."

"Ugh, don't say Eleanor's gonna leave or anything!"

No matter how much I'm called an overprotective dad, hearing my cute daughter turn her sweetest smile toward another man is a nightmare for any father.
Of course, I know deep down that if I never admit it someday, I'll be the worst kind of dad. And honestly? If someone told me I'm expecting Eleanor to develop normal sensibilities just because I'm planning for that future… well, yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing.

By the way, Luna and Apple are called "Mama Luna" and "Mama Apple." The kids and the female slaves alike seem resistant to calling everyone "Mom," so until they have children of their own, they're just "Aunty."
…Which means we've got this weird situation where anal-lover Blue Dragon Julie gets called "Mama," while her mother Michelle is referred to as "Aunty."

We stepped out of the Vaper Palace and walked through the evening streets.
The sunset faded behind the western ridge shaped like a coiled serpent, giving way to a fleeting blue twilight.
It was that gentle, nostalgic moment when I hurried back home for dinner with Mom and Dad, eagerly anticipating the meal.
And now, still brightly lit despite everything, the bustling town of Polka.
Not quite a metropolis by modern standards, but I think it's gotten quite lively since I returned fifteen years ago.
"Papa really did his best, you know."

I can't say for sure how much of Polka's revitalization truly counts as my doing.
But I definitely took the first step toward making this scene possible.
A little pervert kid who used to just jiggle Apple's tits when he was born… still managed to wish for a kind town where new lives could thrive, and thanks to everyone agreeing with him, that dream came true.
I guess I can be proud of that much.
"I'm not some useless old man who can only make stupid toys. If you knew what I've done, people would envy me—especially knowing you're my kid."

Speaking to no one in particular, I murmured while gazing at the city lights.
"I know," someone said suddenly from behind.

Startled, I stumbled and nearly tripped over my own feet.

"W-what are you doing…?"

"Didn't I tell you to stay away?"

"Eleanor! You're here!"

"Yes! I thought you'd notice I was sneaking up on you, so I replied! I figured Andrew would come on romantic like that!"

"…You didn't even notice? Or were you in the palace?"

"I saw your face looking super depressed when you went to the palace…"

She'd been tailing me.

And I bet she heard my complaints about Aurora and Luna too. Elves have great hearing, especially those with elfish ears.

"This makes me look so stupid."

"…Eh? No, I don't think that's true at all."

"I didn't say anything about disliking the birthday gift! And I certainly didn't want you to feel down!"

Elenia snapped sharply, sounding angry.

Stop it. When a dad hears his kid's voice like that, he takes it personally—no condition needed.

"Okay, giving Peter the present was probably wrong…"

"…But you never call me 'Dad' anymore."

"You're not old enough yet!"

"…No, being called 'Dad' doesn't stop no matter how many years pass. People don't suddenly switch to acting like strangers out of nowhere."

"They do!"

"Do what?"

I have no idea. Cultures differ.

Or maybe I got punished for trying too hard to indoctrinate everyone into our naked-culture mindset?

"This is… because I don't want Andrew's territory completely occupied by Mom and Aunty forever! Plus, my body's almost as developed as Aunty Irina's now! That's why—"

"No wait. I have a bad feeling you're about to say something really messed up."

"Since I'm Mama's kid, my breasts will probably grow into something Andrew finds pleasing too!"

"OK, chill out, Eleanor. Stop it."

Got it, I see where this is going.
Basically, if you keep calling me "Papa," they won't see me as a woman or anything like that.

"Doesn't matter how good your tits are, I don't intend to touch them."

"Why?"

"Because a daughter's tits aren't something like that."

"But guys like Andy go for both Mom Jureen and Big Sis Michela, and Big Sis Maia and Big Sis Asti whenever there's mom-and-daughter around. Plus Anis from the Cat Beast Colony and whoever else was it—"

"That's Tanya-san. Those people were breeding with someone else."

"So me and Mom are family," I said.

"There's a deeper divide between touching another person's kid and touching your own than there is between the ocean depths and hell itself."

"What do you mean by 'ocean'?"

"Next time, I'll drag you along. For now, don't even think about preparing yourself for it."

"No way! You're totally going to do it! Even if I have to get Tettes-Mom's help!"

"What are you talking about doing?! And never rely on Tettes, absolutely not!"

"But I want to be with Andy every single day! If that's the case, there's no choice but to—"

I was liked far more than I expected.
That was... fine. Kind of.
But my daughter had been contaminated by too many different values.
Look, Ele. Papa didn't make you with those kinds of intentions in mind. It makes a father worse than the worst scum if he looks at his own daughter like that.

And Tettes—stop appearing behind Elenia without warning.
Where did she even come from? Right now, I'm more terrified than by any horror movie.

About ten years after the epilogue of parts 1 and 2. Andy is now forty.
Erenia stopped calling me "Papa" on her thirteenth birthday.

Why? Was it because I made a stick that spun around with a glowing tip for her as a birthday present?
Irina had said, “If you give this to younger kids, they’ll definitely love it,” but she told me that the day before. It’s not like I could do anything about it then.
Besides, it wasn’t fair of you rich folks to order your subordinates around and get them to prepare the best clothes and accessories for your children. I had to rely on my technical skills, and coming up with engravings was no longer something I could do in an instant because I’m not as young anymore.
...Well, it’s pointless to complain about Irina’s opinion. The problem is Erenia.
“Eren, please give me another chance. Okay?”
“What?”
When I bowed my head and asked her for a second chance with the present, she responded in an icy tone, “What?”
I’m going to die.

Elenia had her mother's gleaming blonde hair cut in a bob. The key point seemed to be that the left side was slightly longer, and she got it trimmed every two weeks by Selen.
Since Elenia started walking, Selen has been doing all sorts of things lightly and nimbly, but he is still one of the top barbers in Porca without exaggeration. Although Elenia had recently taken to treating me with a somewhat ambiguous attitude, she seemed to love her mother just fine, often asking her in a slightly scolding tone if her hair was growing too long.
Her ears were noticeably shorter and immobile compared to Selen or Ange, who looked like elves at first glance. I used to kiss them when giving her a bath, but I got severely reprimanded by Christie for that once. Since then, I have sworn never to tell Elenia about it because apparently even kissing their lips was considered safe behavior among elves.
I loved Elenia dearly, but as a father, I knew where the line was.
“What? A birthday present? The one that spins around?”
“Yeah. I want to make something better than that...”

“Just how exactly were you planning to make it better?”

“Well… I mean, obviously we can’t just walk around with that staff, so I thought maybe it was too impractical. Maybe something more like an elegant decorative piece that moves and is fun to look at when the mood strikes…”

“I really hate that side of you.”

“Haha.”

I nearly choked on my own blood as she dismissed me in a tone I’d never heard from her before.

This is bad, I need to drink from the spirit spring later. Also, as you can see, after the transformation, I’m called “Andy.” You’re calling your father by his first name.

“True, it was just a toy and Peter liked it more so I gave it to him.”

“You gave it away…”

Kids are so cruel sometimes.

"That's what they say, 'I'll make a better one next year,' right? Are you planning to keep making junk until I'm satisfied? You have nothing else to do? Is this just for fun?"

"H-Hey, stop it. I’m trying my best here."

"All the moms and big sisters say that, but in reality, Andy’s just groping their boobs and butts while giggling like an idiot, right? What exactly are you working hard at?"

"Stop! There's stuff I'm doing that you can't see!"

Actually, Eleyna doesn’t understand... or rather, even I don’t really get what I’m doing.

The reason for my vague explanation is because of the brains behind my current activities—Airiina, Tettes, and Cosmos. Recently, they’ve set up a fancy organization called the Smisson & Forrest Foundation, and at every high-society party or festival, they have me give speeches.

I thought I was a blacksmith by trade, but honestly, I’m not making enough money with my own hands. Jeanne has better sense and stamina than me, and even Jackie’s still out of my league. In this situation, it would be presumptuous to say I can earn enough to support the slave girls on my own.

If I had been worrying about that, Airiina suggested I try a side job. Half-believing her, I gave it a shot...and apparently, by giving speeches and having Airiina (the clan leader), Tettes (Marquis of Renfangas), and Cosmos (who has huge connections in the southern desert) lend their support, I’ve managed to attract businesses like Karlwin and Grangis, as well as activities centered around the northern forest, generating quite a bit of revenue.

Once a month, I give the speech they tell me to, and act as a shield for the sleazy guys (there are plenty of those since all three of them are quite attractive) who come over. Other than that, I just watch from the side while they do their thing.

Sometimes, the topics have nothing to do with North Forest or Karlwin or Granz, which makes me wonder if everything is really going okay, but apparently it's working out somehow. Honestly, it’s all too political for me to understand. So when asked what I’m doing, my only answer would be “I don’t know, but we’re doing something.”

As for the rest of the time… Well, they call it junk work, but I just keep making stuff.

"...Shouldn't you stop touching girls' boobs and butts in front of kids?"

"Is that really too late to say?"

"We should make this place off-limits to children."

This is at the former secret hot springs—now known as "Vapor Palace"—that have expanded so much they're almost as big as Carlos's house.

...The name sounds like Dragon Palace, but there are actually always several dragons around here, making it accurate. The dragons themselves call it that, so this really is a dragon palace.

The houses in the new city area can accommodate around ten to fifteen people, but they still couldn't house all of the visitors who came for Polka. So Leda and Irina had proposed a grand plan ten years ago: instead of trying to squeeze everyone into those few houses, why not build an enormous base where women could stay if they wanted to meet me, and dragons could walk around naked without anyone complaining? At first, I thought it was just a joke when I saw the plans. It wasn't even a house anymore; it looked more like a castle or a military base.
I had thought that they were simply feeling overconfident after Granzi's success...
...but then Breakcore and Dier gave them strong support.
"If there are buildings connected to the barrier, it would be safer than having to leave the barrier open every time I go out. If we build an enclosed area with dragons guarding it, the risk will be greatly reduced."
And so, at a tribal council meeting, everyone agreed that this was indeed a good idea.
While clearing just two hundred meters of forest might not seem like much compared to the entire forest, for humans to do such construction without permission would usually result in an immediate arrow attack. But now, with dragons and the master builders from the northern woods working openly, they laid out the land, built towering stone walls, and covered a grand arched roof with intricate carvings that would become transparent when heated up.

Thanks to this, I always felt like there was no ceiling during the day in summer, and underneath it was a spacious hot spring area that seemed like an oasis of talcum powder.
...It used to be deeper when they first designed it, but since kids might drown, now it's only about 30 centimeters deep at most. You can't submerge your whole body unless you lie down.
And around this hot spring area, there are several large sections connected under a continuous roof: a bed area (which could accommodate about three hundred people), a dining hall area (where cats and elven children train before working in town), an interest area (with dance stages and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff/landing area. It's literally like a palace.
I had filled this huge space with only my associates.
Specifically, there were slave girls, cat colony kids, employees from Cosmos' place (who came here as a resort), Onyx maids (who started coming on their own after I said they could, rotating every three months in groups of five or so), and women from both palaces of Mystic Crystal. There were also various others who knew that I was a lecherous stud but still felt comfortable being naked around me.
And then there were the kids. They were still small, so it would have been too much to leave them with someone else. The place was big enough to keep them away from any orgies anyway.
In this facility, we allowed everyone to go about fully nude at their discretion.
The Blue Dragons naturally went around naked here, and since the central hot spring area had originally been expanded for erotic purposes, there were no gender distinctions. Visitors usually ended up living naked when they came here too.
So my kids got used to seeing others' nudity. When they came here, they would always see unfamiliar beauties going in and out of the hot springs or having their shoulders embraced by me while naked.
...I thought it was fine for them to be exposed to this kind of thing as long as they were still young.

There were dozens of people openly involved in sexual relationships. Considering the circumstances that led to this situation, it was difficult to keep it hidden from the children.
The worst for education were the catfolk who lived in a closed environment and had skewed common sense (and also went into heat). But we couldn’t say something like "We won't take in cats anymore because Polka had babies."
There was also an opinion that if you claimed “nudity is culture,” it would be acceptable. Mainly from dark elves and myas.
But seeing how Eleyna acts, I think even then, being open about it doesn’t mean it’s okay.
Even though we were used to a completely nude culture, girls didn't want to see their fathers acting like perverts. In fact, Minister Ashton was respected but also despised by the children.
He might be an attractive male for his wives, but not at all for his kids. Of course, I’m no different.
However,
“I understand you think your first daughter is cute, but there are other daughters and sons as well. As a parent, you shouldn’t let one opinion dictate everything.”
Aurora was leaning into me in the middle of the hot spring area, persistently trying to guide my hand toward her butt. Of course, she was completely naked.

She hasn't changed much since we first met. Since she doesn’t have any children yet, the kids call her “Aurora-nee.”

“Andy’s job is to touch boobs, and even more so, his dick gets put inside things.”

And right now Luna is gripping my cock and stroking it rapidly. I thought that after having six children (two each three times), she might have lost some of her figure, but if anything, she looks even sexier than when we first met.

It’s not like my tastes have changed… It’s just the effects of the spirit spring and Hilda's beauty treatments are benefiting all our slave girls. Luna’s breasts had grown a couple sizes since we first met as a side effect of giving birth, and they were so firm that she was making Elf girls jealous. Her face and skin still looked like she was in her early twenties.

“Education is important, but it's better to let them accept their fate as Andy’s kids rather than raise them too normally. Andy’s already too famous.”

“I know…”

“If they were half-Elf hybrids, they’d be persecuted anywhere else. But Andy made Porca a place where everyone can live freely by bringing people from Celesta and Karlwin here… If his kids were to conform to Trot standards of normalcy, it would actually be worse for them.”

“...But I still want Elle to like me too. It’s easy to say that she doesn’t fit in because she’s an Elf, but I love her just the way she is now.”

“Mommy’s little girl.”

“That’s right, mommy’s little girl.”

The two veteran female slaves nodded to each other.

Then footsteps approached—Apple, her naked body blindingly bright and splashing water from the white bathtub as she came closer.

“Anyway…”

“Ele-chan loves Andy-san a lot, doesn’t she?”

“That’s true.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“But… lately his eyes have been so cold.”

"If you're really disappointed, then why would you come here to see Andy touching other women's boobs? You could live just fine without coming here."

"W-well..."

"Besides, a normal girl of ten would never allow her father to be naked in front of her. That’s what they say around town."

"T-that means there’s something wrong with our education."

Elenia still doesn’t hide anything from me even now when she comes here. But that's because we’re like this at home, and elsewhere it would probably be considered indecent.

"I just can't help but notice what I see. Kids are like that."

"No one in their right mind would admire a father who spends his days surrounded by horny women with his dick out all day long. Even I’d be disappointed."

"That’s because they feel betrayed by their mother. But there aren’t any women here who feel disappointed in Andy, are there?"

"Are you guys justifying this lifestyle because you want to get laid too?"

"Andy, you're worrying too much."

"Yeah?"

"Well, if they want to leave, it's only natural for parents to let them go. Kids have to grow up and move on someday."

"Ugh, don't say that about Elya leaving."

No matter what anyone says about being a doting parent, seeing your daughter give her most beautiful smile to another man is every father’s nightmare.

Of course, I know that if I can’t accept it eventually, then I’m just an asshole of a parent. But isn’t expecting Eleyna to have some sense and thinking she’ll understand this part of the deal?

By the way, Luna and Apple are called "Luna Mama" and "Apple Mama." It seems both kids and female slaves resist calling all slave women "Mama," so until they have their own children, they’re referred to as "Sister."

...Which is why we end up with a confusing situation where Juleen the anal-loving blue dragon calls her mother Michelle "Sister" while she’s called "Mommy."

I walked through the streets at dusk after leaving Vape Palace.

The sunset faded into the western ridge of baby snakes, and for a moment, the sky was a dark blue.

I rush back to the house where my dad and mom are waiting, looking forward to dinner. It's a warm, nostalgic time.
And now, even today, Polka town is bustling with lights shining brightly.
It may not be a city yet, but it’s become quite lively since I came back 15 years ago.
“Dad worked pretty hard…”
I can’t say how much of this liveliness is due to my efforts.
But I definitely took the first step toward making this town what it is now.
From being just some pervert who only knew how to grope Apple’s breasts, I wanted to create a kinder place for you when you’re born, and everyone agreed with me...
I think I can be proud of that much.
“I’m not just some useless dad who can’t even make decent toys... When they find out you’re my kid, I bet everyone will envy me.”
I say this to no one in particular.

I muttered to myself as I looked at the lights of the city.

“I know.”

And then, someone suddenly called out from behind me and startled me so much that my legs got tangled up and I fell over.

“Ow...”

“What are you doing? Wait, didn’t you ask me?”

“You’re hurt, Ele!”

“Yes! I thought I was found out when I followed you secretly, so I answered! And I thought you’d say something romantic for a change!”

“I...didn’t notice at all. Were you in the palace?”

“…because you looked so depressed when you went to the palace.”

I was being followed.

And I think Aurora and Luna heard me complaining. Elves have pretty good hearing, after all.

“I feel like an idiot…”

“What? No, I don’t think that at all.”

“And anyway, I didn’t say I didn’t like my birthday present! And I wasn’t trying to make you sad!”

Elenia said sharply, as if she were angry.

Stop it. My dad is one of those creatures who takes any kind of whiny voice from a teenage kid straight to the heart.

“True, maybe I shouldn’t have given it to Peter right away…”

“But you never call me Dad anyway.”

"Hey, I'm not that old!"

"...Nope. No matter how old I get, I'll always be your dad. And we don't suddenly change our ways overnight."

"I will!"

I will?

I don’t understand. The cultures are different.

Or is this punishment for trying to impose a completely naked culture on everyone without thinking?

"This is... because I don't want Mom and the sisters to keep taking over Andy forever! My body's almost as big as Irina’s now, so..."

"Wait a minute. This doesn’t sound good."

"Andy’s my kid, so his chest will probably turn out great!"

“OK, calm down, Ele. Stop.”

I get it now.

You're heading in the wrong direction.

In other words, if I call you "Papa," she won't recognize me as a woman or something like that.

"I don’t particularly plan to grope your breasts no matter how good they look."

"Why not?"

"Because a daughter’s breasts aren’t supposed to be touched that way."

"But Andy touches Juleen Mom and Michelle Sister, Mia Sister and Asti Sister. If there are parent-child pairs around, he usually goes after both of them. And also Anis from the cat beastmen colony and what was her name?"

"Taneya-san. Those people were with other partners anyway."

"So you’re saying that since I’m your daughter..."

"There’s an ocean-deep difference between touching someone else's child and one's own."

“What’s the sea?”

“Don’t worry about it for now, I’ll take you there next time.”

“No way! You’re definitely going to do it! Even if I have to get Tetsumama’s help!”

“What do you mean by that!? And don’t ever rely on Tetsumama!”

“I want to spend every day with Andy too! So what else can I do?”

She liked me more than I thought. That was good, but...
Her values were being corrupted by the diverse opinions around her. Listen here, Ele. Your father didn’t have any such intentions when he had you. I think it’s despicable for a father to look at his daughter with those eyes.
And Tetsumama. Don’t appear behind Eleenia without my knowing.

Seriously, where did you come from? I'm more scared than I would be in any horror movie right now.

This story takes place about ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is forty years old.

Ever since her thirteenth birthday, Elenia stopped calling me "Papa."

I wonder why. Was it because I made that wand with the glowing tip that spins around as a birthday present?
Irina told me, "If you were giving that to a younger child, it would definitely be a huge hit," but receiving a critique like that the day before the birthday doesn't exactly help.
Actually, it's the fault of you wealthy types, who just give a quick little order to your subordinates to prepare the finest clothes and accessories. I have no choice but to compete with my technical skills, and since I'm not as young as I used to be, I can't just create anything with a momentary flash of inspiration.
...No, there's no point in complaining about Irina's opinion. The problem is Elenia.

"Ele, please. Give Papa one more chance. Okay?"

"Huh?"

When I pressed my hands together and pleaded for a chance at a gift redemption, I was met with a bone-chilling, "Huh?"

I'm dead.

Elenia has the radiant blonde hair she inherited from her mother, cut into a bob.
The highlight is that the left side is slightly longer; apparently, she has Selene trim it every two weeks.
Ever since Elenia became able to stand, Selene has been quite mobile and capable of many things, and it is no exaggeration to say that even now, he is top-class as a barber in Polka.
While Elenia treats me with a somewhat subtle attitude lately, she seems to love her mother without issue. She often tells Selene in a slightly scolding tone, "My hair has grown way too long, hasn't it?" to which he responds with a wry, "Yes, yes."
Furthermore, unlike Selene and Ange, whose ears look almost identical to an Elf's, hers are distinctly short and apparently cannot move.
Back in the day, I used to kiss her ears while she was in the bath, but Christie happened to see it and got incredibly angry with me.
Ever since I was told that kissing the lips is considered a "safe" act for an Elf, I have sworn never to say such things to Elenia.
I love Elenia, but I believe I know where the line is as a father.

"What? The birthday present? That spinning thing?"

"Yeah. I was thinking of making something better than that..."

"How exactly is it going to be 'better'?"

"Well... I figured you couldn't exactly walk around with that wand, so, well, I thought the practicality was too low. I was thinking of something more like a stylish, moving piece of decor... something you could keep in your room and enjoy looking at whenever the mood strikes..."

"I seriously hate that about you, Andy."

"Guh!"

She dismissed me with a tone so blunt it's something I never hear from my female slaves; I feel like I'm about to cough up blood.

This is bad. I'll have to drink some Spirit Spring later.

Also, as you've heard, my name after my transformation is "Andy." She calls her father by his given name, without any honorifics.

"It certainly was just a toy, and since Peter was happier with it, I gave it to him right away."

"You gave it away..."

Children can be so cruel.

"That's the kind of thing where you're supposed to say, 'I'll make something even better next year.' Are you planning to just keep churning out junk until I'm satisfied? Are you just bored? Is this a hobby?"

"S-Stop! Papa is working hard, despite everything!"

"All the Mamas say that, but in reality, Andy, you're just rubbing Mama's and the older sisters' breasts and butts and grinning like an idiot. Are you actually working hard at anything?"

"Stop! Even if you can't see it, I'm working hard on things you don't understand yet!"

The truth is, even I don't quite understand what I'm working hard on...
The reason I'm being so vague is that my current activities are supported by the brains of Irina, Tetes, and Lady Cosmos.
Recently, they established a grand organization called the "Smythe & Forrest Foundation," and they constantly send me to high-society parties and festivals to deliver speeches.
I intended for blacksmithing to be my main profession, but honestly, I'm not earning much through my manual labor. Jeanne has more sense and better stamina, and I still can't compete with Jackie.
Under those circumstances, it was too presumptuous of me to think, "I'll earn my own way and support my female slaves."
While I was worrying about that, Irina invited me to "try a side hustle." I joined with half-doubts, and... it turns out that while I give the speeches, Irina (as a Clan Leader), Tetes (as the Marquis of Renfangas), and Lady Cosmos (who holds immense influence in the southern desert) use their connections to secure business, bringing in ventures like Carlwin and Grunge, and centering operations around the Northern Forest, all of which is generating revenue.

Once a month, I deliver speeches exactly as they tell me to. I act as a shield against the men who frequent the place with clearly lewd intentions (there are many, as all three of them are quite beautiful), while simply standing by as the women wrap up their discussions.
Sometimes, the topics progress in ways that have absolutely nothing to do with the Northern Forest, Carlwin, or Grunge, leaving me feeling anxious about whether everything is truly okay—but apparently, things are going well.
To be honest, it's all far too political for me to understand.
So, when people ask me what I actually do, all I can say is, "I don't really know, but I'm doing something."

As for the rest of my time... well, I spend it crafting things, even if people call them junk.

"...I really shouldn't be touching girls' breasts and butts in front of the children, should I?"

"Isn't it a bit late for that realization?"

"The only solution is to ban the children from this area."

This was taking place in the former "Secret Hot Spring"—now known as "Vapor Palace"—which had expanded from that outdoor spring to a size comparable to Carlos's estate.

...Calling it a "Palace" makes it sound like a Dragon Palace, but since there are actually several dragons here at all times, it isn't inaccurate. The dragons themselves say so, so it is indeed a Dragon Palace.

The houses in the new town can accommodate about 10 to 15 people, but in the end, the associates coming to Polka cannot all be housed there.
Furthermore, since the presence of naked tribes like the Blue Dragons would cause a massive disturbance to public morals just by entering the town, the idea was: "Let's build a massive fortification where women coming to see me can stay, and where no one will complain even if dragons are walking around naked!" Ten years ago, Lieder and Irina were the main proponents of this grand plan.
Honestly, when I saw the blueprints, I thought it was a joke. I thought, This isn't a house; it's a castle or a military base.
I thought they were just getting ahead of themselves after seeing Grunge's success.
...However, a powerful push was provided.
From Breakcore and Diel.
"It is better to have a structure that interfaces with the barrier. There is a high risk in leaving the barrier open in the open air every time Breakcore goes outside. If you create a fortified area and have dragons protect it, the risk can be significantly reduced."
...Since that was the case, the plan was approved at the Clan Council with a "Fair enough."
While clearing a width of around 200 meters is not a massive percentage of the entire forest, it is the kind of major construction work where, if a human race did it without permission, arrows would fly at them without question.
And so, the dragons and the Housemasters of the Northern Forest proudly leveled the ground and built towering stone walls, and the grand arched roof was adorned with heat-dispersing etched patterns so densely that no gaps remained.
Thanks to this, during the daytime in summer, one enjoys a sense of openness as if there were no ceiling at all, while beneath it, a vast hot spring area has been constructed, much like an oasis of talc.
...The design was originally a bit deeper, but since there was a risk of children drowning, it is now at most 30cm deep. You can't even submerge your whole body unless you lie down.

Centered around this hot spring area, several large sectors are adjacent, all connected under the same roof: a sleeping area (capable of hosting about 300 people), a dining area (where cat-folk and elf children do internships before working in the town), a hobby area (containing things like dance stages and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff and landing area. It is, quite literally, a space akin to a palace.
This vast space is comprised entirely of my associates.
Specifically, female slaves, the children of the Cat Colony, the employees from Cosmos's house (who come here as a sort of retreat), the Onyx maid corps (who, after I told them they could come, took the initiative to organize a three-month rotation so about five of them could stay at a time on vacation), the women from both the Misty and Crystal Palaces, and various others. These are girls who can remain perfectly unbothered even knowing that I am a lewd stud.
And then, the children. They were still small, and I felt guilty leaving them with someone else. Since the space was so large, I was able to keep them away from the orgy scenes.
In this environment, being completely naked was also made optional.
Naturally, the Blue Dragons were naked here, and since the central hot spring was expanded specifically for erotic purposes, there was no distinction between men and women. Guests, too, tend to adopt a naked lifestyle once they arrive.
Because of this, our children are accustomed to seeing others naked. When they come here, they constantly see dozens of different beautiful women, coming and going, soaking in the springs or having their shoulders held by me while naked.
...I thought that as long as the children were young, it was fine.
Our relationships involve dozens of people with sex openly in mind. Given the circumstances of how I reached this position, it was difficult to hide it from the children.
The worst for their education were the cat-beastmen, whose common sense was warped due to that closed environment (and who also went into heat), but since children were being born, I couldn't exactly tell them, "Polka won't take any more cats."
There was also the argument that it would work if we just insisted that "Nudity is culture." This came mainly from the Dark Elves and Maia and her group.
However, when poked like this by Elenia, I realize:
Simply being bold isn't enough.
No matter how often they visit a temple of naked culture, girls do not want to see a father who is acting like a total creep. In fact, even Minister Ashton is somewhat respected by the children, yet simultaneously held in contempt.
He might be a charming male to his wives, but to the children, he is not. I am exactly the same.
However...
"I understand that you cannot help but find your eldest daughter adorable. However, you have many other daughters and sons, and as the head of the household, you should not dance to the whims of a single opinion."
Aurora, who was leaning against me in the middle of the hot spring area, was persistently trying to guide my hand toward her buttocks. Naturally, she was naked.

She hasn't changed much since the day we met. Since we don't have children of our own yet, the kids call her "Big Sister Aurora."

"Andy's job is to touch boobs. Actually, his real job is putting his cock inside them."

And the one gripping my dick and stroking it at high speed is Luna.
Despite being a mother of six (she's given birth to three sets of twins), you'd expect her figure to have deteriorated, but if anything, I feel like she's become even more attractive than in her younger years.
It’s not even a change in my tastes... It's just that the effects of the Spirit Spring and Hilda-san's beauty treatments have bestowed blessings upon all the female slaves.

Perhaps as a side effect of childbirth, Luna's breasts have grown about two sizes larger than when we met, becoming so incredibly supple that they make the elven girls envious. Her face and skin luster are still good enough to pass for someone in her early twenties.

"Education is important, but rather than raising them to be too 'proper,' we have to let them accept the things they must give up as Andy's children. Andy is far too famous, after all."

"Even so..."

"In truth, a half-elf would be persecuted anywhere. Yet, to protect all the children, Andy put down roots in Polka, reconciled humans and elves, and brought people from both Celesta and Carlwin... He made this a place where anyone can be themselves, no matter who they are. If the children were possessed by the 'normal' way of thinking according to Trot standards, they would actually be unhappy."

"...But I want Ele to like me, too. It's easy to insist that the problem is just that Ele doesn't fit in, but I love the Ele of today."

"You're such a doting parent."

"He really is."

The two veteran female slaves nodded in agreement.
Then, the sound of splashing footsteps.

"To begin with..."

Apple approached, kicking up the water in the white tub, her dazzling nakedness fully on display.

"Ele-chan loves Andy-san, doesn't she?"

"She does."

"Indeed, she does."

"Ehh... but lately, her eyes have been so cold..."

"If she were truly disgusted, she wouldn't go out of her way to come watch Andy-san touching other women's breasts. She could easily live her life within the city without ever coming here."

"W-well, that's true, but..."

"Besides, according to Trot standards, a normal girl would find it scandalous to let her father see her naked once she hits ten. That's what most people in town say."

"I'll have you know that is a flaw in our upbringing!"

Elenia still comes here quite often, and she doesn't hide anything from me.
However, that is simply because that is the kind of household we have; in any other house, such behavior would rightfully be called "indecent."

"I only notice it because I love him. Children can't help but comment on things that catch their eye."

"No, if your own father were surrounded by erotic women and spent all day obsessed with boobs with his cock out, you'd normally be disillusioned. I'd probably be disillusioned too."

"That's only because the mother feels betrayed. But there isn't a single woman in this house who is disillusioned with Andy-san, is there?"

"Aren't you guys justifying this lifestyle a bit too much just because you want to get horny?"

"Andy-san is simply worrying too much."

"Mm-hmm."

"And if it's time for them to move on, it's a parent's duty to let them. Children eventually leave the nest."

"Ugh, don't say things like 'Ele is going to leave us'!"

I don't care if they call me a doting parent. For a father, the nightmare is watching his precious daughter leave him to show her most adorable face to another man.
Of course, I know that if I don't accept that eventually, I'm a shitty parent. Though, if someone told me that my expectation for Elenia to have "proper" sensibilities is just me anticipating that exact scenario, I wouldn't be able to deny it.

Incidentally, Luna and Apple are called "Mama Luna" and "Mama Apple." Since both the children and the female slaves seem to have some resistance to calling all the female slaves "Mama" uniformly, they are called "Big Sister" until they have children of their own.
...Because of that, a confusing phenomenon has occurred where the anal-loving Blue Dragon, Jureen, is called "Mama," while her mother, Michela, is called "Big Sister."

Leaving "Vapor Palace," I walk through the town at twilight.
The sunset disappears behind the Ridge of the Western Serpent, and a fleeting blue darkness descends.

A gentle, nostalgic time, racing back to the house where my father and mother wait, looking forward to dinner.

And now, the town of Polka remains lively, bathed in light.

It's not quite a metropolis, but I think it has become quite bustling in the fifteen years since I returned.

"You know... Papa worked pretty hard."

I can't say for certain how much of Polka's revitalization can be credited to my own achievements.

But I am certain of one thing: I took the very first step that made witnessing this sight possible.

That this dream—of creating a kind town for children like you, who were born here and were nothing more than insignificant, lecherous brats who did nothing but squeeze Apple's breasts—came true because everyone chose to support my wish...

I'm allowed to be that proud, right?

"I'm not just a useless old man who can only make silly toys... I'm doing things that would make everyone envious if they knew you were my child."

I muttered to no one in particular, gazing at the lights of the town.

"I know."

The voice came suddenly from behind me, startling me.

I was so startled that my legs tangled, and I tumbled to the ground.

"Ow, ow, ow..."

"...What are you doing? Wait, weren't you talking to me?"

"Ele! You were there?!"

"I was! I only answered because I thought you'd realized I was secretly following you! I thought, 'Andy's being surprisingly romantic for once!'"

"...I didn't notice at all. Were you at the Palace?"

"...Well, you looked so incredibly depressed when you headed toward the Palace."

I had been followed.

And she had likely overheard me venting to Aurora and Luna. Being an Elf-type, her hearing is quite sharp.

"Now I feel like an idiot."

"...Uh, no, I don't think that's the case at all."

"It's not like I said I didn't like my birthday present! And it's not like I wanted you to be depressed!"

Elenia spoke sharply, sounding angry.

Please stop. Your father is a creature that takes unconditional damage whenever he hears a child of your age use that tone.

"I admit, it was bad of me to give it to Peter right away!"

"...But you never call me 'Papa' anymore."

"I'm not at that age!"

"...No, a father is a father regardless of how old you get. One doesn't usually switch to formal speech all of a sudden."

"Well, I do!"

She does?

I don't know. Our cultures are different.

Wait, is this some kind of punishment for trying to carelessly indoctrinate her with naked culture?

"This is... because! I don't want Mama and my sisters to hog Andy forever! And my body is almost as big as Sister Irina's now! So..."

"No, wait. I have a feeling I'm about to hear something very, very bad."

"Since I'm Mama's child, I think my chest will probably turn out great for you, too!"

"Okay, calm down, Ele. Stop. Just stop."

"I think I'm starting to get the gist of this."

"And it's heading in a bad direction."

"In other words, if I keep letting her call me 'Papa,' she's never going to see me as a man."

"It doesn't matter how great your boobs feel; I have no intention of fondling them."

"Why?"

"Because a daughter's boobs aren't meant for that."

"But Andy, you go after both the mother and the daughter if they're related, like with Mama Juline and Sister Michela, or Sister Maia and Sister Asti, right? And then there was Anis from the Cat-Beastman Colony, and what was her name...?"

"Tanya. And besides, you impregnated those people; they're strangers."

"But Mama and I are family."

"There is a gap wider than the ocean between sleeping with a stranger and sleeping with your own child."

"What's 'the ocean'?"

"I'll take you there sometime, so for now, please just refrain from preparing yourself for that possibility."

"No way! I'm definitely doing it! Next time, I'll even get Mama Tetes to help me!"

"Do what?! And whatever you do, do not rely on Tetes!"

"But I want to be with you every single day, Andy! If that's the case, then this is the only way!"

She liked me more than I thought.
That's fine. That's all fine.
But my daughter has been far too corrupted by diverse values.

Listen, Ele. Papa didn't make a child with those intentions. I think a father who looks at his own daughter that way is the lowest of the low.

And Tetes. Stop appearing behind Elenia out of nowhere.
Seriously, where did you even come from? That just gave me a chill worse than any horror movie.

This takes place about ten years after the epilogue of volumes 1 and 2. Andy is 40.

Elenia stopped calling me "Dad" right after her thirteenth birthday.

Why? Was it because I made her a birthday present—a wand that lit up at the tip and spun around like crazy?

Irene had told me, "That'd be a hit with younger kids," but hearing that the day before was useless.

Actually, it’s your fault for being rich and bossing your underlings around to get them to prepare the best clothes and accessories. I have to compete with my skills, and coming up with engravings isn’t something I can just whip up in a flash anymore—I’m not exactly young.

…No, complaining about Irene’s opinion is pointless. The problem is Elenia.

"Elen, please. Give Dad another chance, okay?"

"Huh?"

I put my hands together and begged for a do-over with the present, and she hit me with that tone—like ice water in my veins.

I’m dead.

Elenia has her mother’s radiant blonde hair cut into a bob.

Apparently, one side is slightly longer than the other, and she gets it trimmed by Selen every two weeks.

Selen’s been doing all sorts of things since Elenia started walking, but even now, you can’t say she isn’t still one of the best barbers in Polka.

Elenia has been giving me a weird vibe lately, but she clearly loves her mom—she often says to Selen in a slightly teasing tone, "Your hair’s gotten too long, hasn’t it?" and Selen just gives a wry smile.

And her ears… unlike Selen or Ange, who look elf-like at first glance, hers are clearly short and can’t be moved.

Back then, I used to sneak pecks on her ears while she was in the bath, but Christy got extremely angry when she saw that.

She told me that kissing lips is still "elf-safe," so I vowed never to tell Elenia about it.

I love Elenia, but I know my limits as a father.

"What? A birthday present? That spinning thing?"

"Yeah… I was thinking of making something better than that…"

"Better how?"

"Well… obviously she can’t walk around with that wand, so maybe it was too impractical. Something more like a stylish, decorative thing you could just look at when the mood strikes…"

"I hate that about you, Andy."

"Guh…"

She cut me off with that tone—something I’d never hear from my female slaves—and I felt like vomiting.

This is bad. I need to drink some spirit spring later.

And as you can hear, after the change, she calls me "Andy." By name. Like a child talking down to her father.

"Come to think of it, that was just a toy, and Peter seemed happier with it anyway, so I gave it to him right away."

"Gave it away…"

Kids are so cruel.

"You’re supposed to say, 'I’ll make you something better next year,' right? Are you planning on making useless junk forever until I’m satisfied? Are you bored? Need something to kill time?"

"Hey, Dad’s trying here!"

"All the moms say that, but in reality, Andy’s just groping Mom and the older sisters’ boobs and butts, right? What are you actually doing?"

"Stop it! I’m working hard at things you can’t see, things you don’t know about!"

…Which is true. Elenia doesn’t know… or rather, even I don’t really know what I’m working on.

The reason I'm being so vague is because my current activities are overseen by Ailina, Tetes, and Cosmos-san. Recently, they started this grand organization called the Smysun & Forest Foundation, and they keep sending me to some weirdly high-society parties and festivals where I have to give speeches.

I thought blacksmithing was my main gig, but honestly, I’m not making any real money with my own hands. Jeanne has more talent and stamina than I do, and she can’t even compare to Jackie-san. So, trying to "earn enough to support all these female slaves" was way too ambitious.

Then Ailina invited me to "try a side hustle," and I half-believed her, so I went along with it… Apparently, when I give speeches, Ailina (as the clan leader), Tetes (the Marquis of Renfangas), and Cosmos-san (who has massive connections in the southern desert) use their influence to attract businesses like Carlwin, Grandje, and ventures centered around the Northern Forest, generating revenue and stuff.

I give speeches once a month as they tell me, acting as a shield against the guys who obviously have lecherous intentions (which happens often since all three of them are stunningly beautiful), while just watching them close deals. Sometimes, things progress that have nothing to do with the Northern Forest, Carlwin, or Grandje, and I get nervous wondering if it’s really going to work, but somehow, it seems to be going well.

Honestly, it’s too political for me to understand. So when people ask what I’m actually doing, all I can say is, "I don’t know, but we’re doing something."

And the rest of my time… well, I spend it making stuff while being called a junkyard dog.

"…Maybe I should stop grabbing girls’ boobs and butts in front of the kids, huh?"

"Isn’t that a bit late for that sentiment?"

"I guess I have to make this place off-limits to the children."

At what used to be the secret hot spring—now known as "Vapor Palace," which rivals Carlos-san’s place in size…

…The name "Palace" makes it sound like Dragon Palace, but there are always several dragons here, so it’s not wrong. The dragons themselves call it Dragon Palace, so that makes it Dragon Palace.

The house in the new town can only accommodate 10-15 people, but eventually, all the people coming to Pölka couldn’t fit there. Also, the naked dragonkin would cause a huge scandal just by entering the city, so why not create a massive encampment where women come to see me and dragons roam around naked without anyone complaining?… That was the grand plan that Lyeda and Ailina spearheaded ten years ago.

Honestly, when I saw the blueprints, I thought it was a joke. This isn’t a house—it’s a castle or some kind of fortress, I thought.

I figured Grandje was just getting too big for his britches after his success.

…But then came strong backing from Breakcore and Diel.

"It would be better to have a structure connected to the barrier. Every time Breakcore goes outside, leaving the barrier open in the open air is too risky. If we create an enclosed territory that dragons can protect, the risk would be greatly reduced."

…So, "I see," they said at the clan council, and it was approved.

Clearing 200 meters or so from the entire forest isn’t a huge percentage, but if humans did it without permission, arrows would fly without question—it’s major construction.

Then, dragons and Northern Forest housemasters openly leveled the ground, built towering stone walls, and adorned the magnificent arched roofs with intricate carvings that became transparent when heated.

Thanks to that, during summer days, you get this feeling of openness like there’s no ceiling, but underneath is a vast hot spring area like an oasis in the desert.

…The design was originally deeper, but they made it only 30 centimeters deep now because kids might drown. You can’t fully submerge yourself unless you lie down, though.

And centered around that hot spring area are several large sections connected by roofs: a bed area (where about 300 people can stay), a dining hall area (where cats and elf children train before working in town), a hobby area (with a dance stage and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff/landing zone. Literally, it’s like some kind of palace.

And I filled that huge space with just my people.

Specifically: female slaves, the kids from the Cat Colony, employees from Cosmos-san’s place (they’re using it as a resort), Onyx’s maid squad (when I said they could come, they voluntarily set up a three-month rotation with about five people on vacation at a time), women from both of Misty Crystal’s palaces, and various others. Girls who know I’m a horny stud but are still cool with being naked.

And then there were the kids. They were still small, and I felt bad leaving them with someone else. It was far enough away from the orgies, though.

So, in this facility, being naked is optional.

The blue dragons were naturally naked here, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for… well, you know, there’s no separation between men and women. Even visitors end up living naked here.

That’s why our kids are used to seeing other people naked. If they come here, they’re constantly surrounded by a dozen or so beautiful strangers who are always coming and going, soaking in the hot springs or having their shoulders held by me while naked.

…Well, I figured that was fine as long as the kids were still young.

It’s a relationship based on openly engaging in sex with dozens of people. Considering how I got into this position, it was hard to keep it hidden from the kids.

The worst offenders when it came to bad influence were those catfolk and beastmen from that closed-off environment—they had warped senses of normalcy (and went into heat). But now that a child’s been born, I couldn’t exactly say, "Porka won’t take any more cats."

Then there was the opinion that "nudity is culture," mainly from the dark elves and Maia.

But seeing how Elenia reacted…
Being brazen isn’t always the answer.

No matter how much you frequent the temple of all-nude culture, a girl doesn’t want to see her dad drooling like an idiot. In fact, even Minister Ashton is respected by his kids, but also looked down on.

He might be attractive to his wives, but not to his children—not at all. And me too, of course.

But…

"I understand how much you love your first daughter. But you have many other daughters and sons as well, and as the head of this household, you shouldn’t let one opinion sway you."

Aurora, leaning against me in the middle of the hot spring area, keeps trying to guide my hands toward her ass—naturally, she’s completely naked. She hasn’t changed much since we first met. Since she doesn’t have any kids yet, the others call her "Aurora-nee."

"Andy’s job is to grab boobs. Or rather, stick his dick in them."

And Luna is gripping my cock and jerking it like a pro.

She’s already the mother of six (three sets of twins), so I thought her figure would be ruined, but if anything, she seems even more attractive than when we first met.

It’s not that my tastes have changed… well, not exactly. The healing spring and Hilda’s beauty techniques are benefiting all the female slaves.

Luna’s boobs have grown two sizes since we first met, thanks to childbirth, and they’re so firm they make the elf girls jealous. And she still looks like she’s in her early twenties.

"Raising kids is important, but you shouldn’t raise them to be too proper. You need to teach them not to give up on things just because they’re Andy’s kids. Andy’s already too famous."

"I know, I know…"

"If it were true, half-elf kids would be persecuted everywhere. But Andy protected all his children by putting down roots in Porka, reconciling humans and elves, bringing people from Celesta and Karlwin… he made a place where everyone could be themselves no matter what. A kid of that kind of person would be miserable if they got caught up in Trott’s idea of 'normal.'"

"…But I want Elenia to like me too. It’s easy to say she just doesn’t fit in, but I like the Elenia she is now."

"You’re such a doting parent."

"I am, aren’t I?"

The two veteran female slaves nod in agreement.

Then—splash, splash—the sound of footsteps.

"From the start—"

Approaching, her radiant naked body kicking up the white bathwater, was Apple.

"Elenie-chan really loves you, doesn’t she, Andy?"

"She does."

"She does, indeed."

"Ehh… lately her eyes have been so cold…"

"If she were truly disgusted, she wouldn’t bother coming to see Andy touching other women’s boobs. She could live in the city without even coming here."

"W-well, yeah, but—"

"Besides, a normal girl by Trott standards would say it’s outrageous for her dad to see her naked at ten years old. That’s what they mostly said in town."

"T-that’s something I’d have to say is a problem with our parenting."

Elenia still comes here pretty often, and doesn’t hide anything from me.

But that’s just how my family is. In other households, that’d be considered “tasteless,” and rightly so.

"It's because I like it! Kids can't help but notice things they're drawn to."

"Nah, if your dad was surrounded by horny women all day with his dick out, getting fixated on their boobs, you'd normally be disillusioned. I’d probably be too."

"That’s because the mother feels betrayed. But there aren’t any women here disillusioned with Andy, are there?"

"Isn't this whole 'style' thing just an excuse for you guys to get laid?"

"Andy's overthinking it."

"Yeah."

"And if she wants to leave, we’ll let her go. That’s what good parents do, right? Kids eventually fly the nest."

"Ugh, don’t even joke about Ele leaving!"

I don’t care how much I’m called a doting parent. The thought of my cute daughter leaving me to show off her most adorable face to another man is every father’s nightmare.
Of course, I know I’d be a shitty parent if I didn’t eventually accept it. Or rather, if someone told me that the only reason I expect Eleena to have any sense is because I’m anticipating that kind of outcome… well, they’d be right.
By the way, Luna and Apple are called "Luna-mama" and "Apple-mama." Calling all the female slaves "mama" en masse seems to bother both the kids and the women themselves, so until they have kids, they’re just "sisters."
…Which is why there’s this weird situation where I call Julie, the anal-loving Blue Dragon, "Mama," and her mother, Michelle, "Sister."

I left the Vapor Palace and walked through the town at dusk.
The sunset faded into the western serpent’s ridge, bringing a fleeting moment of blue darkness.
A gentle, nostalgic time when I’d rush back to my parents’ house, looking forward to dinner.
And now, even so, the town of Polka is still brightly lit and lively.
It’s not quite a city, but in the 15 years since I came back, it’s gotten a lot more bustling, I think.
"Dad… he really did his best."

I can’t say for sure how much credit I deserve for Polka becoming this vibrant.
But I definitely took the first step to make this scene possible.
That this town, where I was just some useless pervert who only knew how to grope Apple’s boobs, still managed to create a kinder place for you to be born… and everyone agreed with that wish… yeah.
I can be proud of that much, right?
"I’m not just some useless old man who can only make stupid toys… I’ve done things that would make everyone jealous if they knew I was your dad."

I muttered, gazing at the town’s lights.
"I know."

Then, suddenly, a voice startled me from behind.

I was so surprised I tripped over my own feet.

"O-ouch…"

"…What are you doing? Oh, you weren’t talking to me?"

"You were there, Ele!"

"I was! I thought you heard me following you secretly, so I answered! I thought Andy was being all romantic and stuff!"

"…I didn’t notice at all. Were you in the Palace?"

"…Because you went to the Palace looking like you were about to cry."

She was being followed.

And she’d probably been overheard complaining to Aurora and Luna. Elf ears are pretty good, after all.

"I feel like an idiot."

"...Huh? No, I don’t think so at all."

"It’s not that I didn’t like the birthday present! It’s not like I wanted you to be depressed!"

Elenia snapped sharply, sounding angry.

Stop it. Dad’s the type who automatically takes damage when he hears his teenage kid talk like that.

"I admit I should’ve given it to Peter sooner!"

"...But you never call me 'Dad' anymore."

"You’re not that old!"

"...No, I’m Dad no matter how old I get. People don’t suddenly switch to being so formal."

"They do!"

They do?

I don’t know. Different cultures.

Or maybe it’s punishment for trying to brainwash her with a nudist culture.

"This is… because I don’t want Mom and the older sisters hogging Andy forever! And my body’s almost as big as Irene-senpai’s now! So—"

"Wait a minute. I have a bad feeling about where this is going."

"Because you’re Mom’s kid, and I bet Andy will think it’s hot!"

"OK, Elenia, calm down. Stop."

I’m starting to get it.

This is going in the wrong direction.

So, by calling me "Dad," she won’t be recognized as a woman? That kind of thing?

"It’s not like I’d suddenly start groping your boobs just because they get bigger."

"Why not?"

"Because a daughter’s breasts aren’t something you do that with."

"But Andy always goes for both parents in parent-child relationships, right? Like Julieen-mom and Michelle-senpai, or Mai-senpai and Asti-senpai. And Anis from the Catbeast Colony, and… what was the other one?"

"Tanya. Those people were outsiders he sired."

"And Mom and I are family."

"There’s a difference as deep as the ocean between hitting on someone else’s kid and hitting on your own."

"What’s the ocean?"

"I’ll take you there someday, but don’t get your hopes up for now."

"No way! I’m doing it! I’ll even get Tete-senpai to help me!"

"What do you mean 'doing it'?! And don’t you dare rely on Tete-senpai!"

"I want to be with Andy every single day! So that’s the only way, right?!"

I was more popular than I thought.

That’s fine. It is, but…

My daughter’s been exposed to too many different values.

Listen up, Ele. Your dad didn’t raise you to be like that. A father who looks at his own daughter that way is the worst.

And Tete, stop suddenly appearing behind Elenia out of nowhere.

Seriously, where did you come from? You just gave me more of a chill than any horror movie ever could.

Approximately ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is now forty years old.

Since turning thirteen, Elenia stopped calling me "Papa."

Why? Was it because I made her a staff with a glowing tip that spins around as a birthday present?
Irina had told me, "If you gave this to a younger child, it would be an absolute hit," but hearing such feedback the day before is hardly helpful.
Besides, it's not my fault that you wealthy folks just give orders to your subordinates and have them prepare the finest clothes and accessories. I can only compete with my technical skills, and when it comes to crafting runes, I'm no longer young enough to conjure anything up in a single flash of inspiration.

...Well, complaining about Irina's reaction is pointless anyway. The real issue lies with Elenia.

"Elenia, please. Give Papa one more chance. Okay?"

"Huh?"

I clasped my hands together and begged for a redo on the gift, only to be met with a chilling "Huh?" that made my blood run cold.
I'm going to die.

Elenia sports her mother's radiant golden hair, cut into a bob with slightly longer strands on the left side as a distinctive feature. She gets it trimmed by Selen every two weeks.
Selen has been managing Elenia's various needs since she learned to stand, and even now, he remains one of the top-tier barbers in Polka.
Elenia treats me with a somewhat ambiguous attitude lately, yet she clearly adores her mother without reservation. She often asks Selen in a teasing tone, "Has your hair grown too long again?" only to receive an exasperated chuckle and a resigned "Yes, yes" from him.

As for her ears, unlike Selen and Anjou, who appear indistinguishable from elves at first glance, Elenia's are distinctly short and seemingly immobile.
In the past, I used to playfully poke her ears while giving her a bath, but Cristie scolded me fiercely after catching me doing it.
Even though I was told that kissing lips is still considered safe by elf standards, I've sworn never to mention this incident to Elenia again.
I love Elenia dearly, but I understand the boundaries of fatherhood.

"What? A birthday present? The spinning thing?"

"Yeah. I was thinking about making something better than that..."

"How do you plan on making it 'better'?"

"Well... since she can't really walk around with that staff anymore, and its practicality was too low, maybe I should aim for something more decorative—something stylish that moves and would be fun to gaze at when I feel like it in the room..."

"I hate that about you, Andy."

"Guh..."

With a dismissive tone that none of the female slaves had ever heard from me before, she casually rejected my idea. I felt as though I might vomit blood.
This is bad. I'll need to drink some Spirit Spring afterward.
Also, as you may have heard, my new name after the transformation is "Andy." My daughter calls me by my first name, not "Father."

"Sure, that thing was just a toy anyway, and Peter seemed happier with it, so I gave it away right away..."

"You... gave it away..."

Children can be so cruel.

"That's where you say, 'I'll make something even better next year,' isn't it? Are you planning to keep churning out junk until I'm satisfied? Do you have nothing better to do? Are you killing time?"

"S-stop! Papa is still trying his best!"

"Mom and the older sisters all say that, but honestly, all Andy does is pinch their breasts and buttocks while making weird noises. Is that really 'trying your best'?"

"Stop it! You don't see what I'm doing behind closed doors! There are things you don't understand yet that I'm working hard on!"

Actually, Elenia doesn't know... or rather, even I myself am not entirely sure what I'm trying to accomplish.

The reason I use such vague wording is that my current activities are supported by brain trust from Irina, Tetes, and Cosmos.
Recently, they established a prestigious organization called the Smison & Forest Foundation, and I'm constantly sent to oddly high-society parties and festivals where I'm made to deliver speeches.

I originally intended blacksmithing as my main profession, but honestly, my craftsmanship isn't generating enough income. Jeanne has better sense and stamina than me, and even Jackie surpasses me in skill.
In such a situation, claiming "I'll earn money myself and support the female slaves" was far too presumptuous.

While worrying about that, Irina invited me to try a side business. Half-believing it, half-skeptical, I agreed—and now... I deliver speeches while she, Tetes (the clan leader), and Cosmos (who wields immense connections in the Southern Desert) provide support, securing businesses centered around Karlwin, Grange, and the Northern Forest, generating substantial revenue.

I give them a speech once a month as they request, acting as a shield against obviously lust-driven visitors (many come because all three are stunningly beautiful), while watching them wrap up negotiations.
Sometimes discussions progress on topics completely unrelated to the Northern Forest, Karlwin, or Grange, making me nervous about whether it's truly safe—but somehow, everything seems to be working out.

Honestly, it's so politically complex that I don't fully understand it.
So when asked what exactly I'm doing, all I can say is, "I don't know, but something's happening."

As for the rest of my time... well, I make things while being called a junk collector.

"...Better stop touching girls' breasts and buttocks in front of children, right?"

"It's never too late to change, isn't it?"

"There's no choice but to ban children from entering this area."

At the former secret hot spring—now expanded from the open-air bath into a space rivaling Carlos's estate, currently known as "Vapor Palace"—these conversations take place.
...While "palace" might evoke Dragon Palace, it's not incorrect since dragons are always present in large numbers; even the dragons themselves insist on calling it that.

Homes in the new town can accommodate around 10–15 people, but officials and others coming to Polka can't all be housed there.
Moreover, since naked tribes like the Blue Dragons would cause massive moral disturbances if they entered the city streets, Irina and Cosmos proposed an ambitious plan ten years ago: create a colossal base where women come specifically to meet me, and where dragons walking naked wouldn't attract complaints!

Honestly, looking at the blueprints, I thought it was a joke—more like a castle or military base than a house.
Wasn't this just grandiosity fueled by Grange's success?

...However, strong backing arrived from Breakcore and Diel.
"It would be better to have structures connected to the barrier. Every time Breakcore goes outside, leaving the barrier open in the open air poses significant risks. If we build an enclosed base guarded by dragons, those risks can be drastically reduced."

With that reasoning, the clan council approved it.
While clearing just 200 meters of land is negligible for the entire forest, it's a massive undertaking requiring human labor without permission would instantly draw arrows.

The dragons and Northern Forest elders cleared the land openly, constructing towering stone walls and magnificent arched roofs adorned with heat-dissipating runes that allow light to filter through seamlessly.
Thanks to this, daytime in summer feels endlessly open beneath a sky-like ceiling, while below lies a vast hot spring space reminiscent of Tark's oasis.

...Originally designed deeper, but now limited to about 30 cm deep to prevent children from drowning—though lying down is required for full immersion.

Centered around this hot spring area are interconnected zones: a sleeping quarter (accommodating ~300 people), dining hall (where cat and elf children receive training before working in the city), leisure areas (including a dance stage and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff/landing zone—literally creating a palace-like complex.

This enormous space is exclusively reserved for my associates: female slaves, offspring from the Cat Colony, Cosmos's employees, Onyx's maid group (originally sent as spa guests but now staying in rotating three-month shifts after being told they're welcome), Mist Crystal's women from both palaces, and many others—girls who remain comfortable naked even knowing I'm a lust-driven stallion.

And of course, the children. They were still too young to leave with anyone else; the spaciousness kept them away from any harem scenes anyway.

Within this facility, being completely nude is entirely optional.
Blue dragons naturally go naked here, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for intimate purposes, there's no gender separation. Visitors typically embrace a fully nude lifestyle upon arrival.

Thus, my children are accustomed to others' nudity. Whenever they come here, they're constantly surrounded by dozens of unfamiliar beauties swapping in and out—some bathing in the springs, others embracing me naked on my shoulders.

...For now, while the children are still young, I've decided it's acceptable.

It's an openly acknowledged relationship involving dozens of people, all with the intention of engaging in sex. Given how we ended up in this position, it would have been nearly impossible to keep it hidden from our children.

The worst thing for their upbringing was that closed-off environment, which warped their common sense—and made them prone to mating instincts—among the cat-beasts. But even so, I couldn't say, "Since a child was born, we're no longer part of Polka; the cats can take care of themselves."

There were also those who argued, "Nudity is part of our culture," mainly from the dark elves and the Mya.

But when you try that line on Elenia, it falls flat.

It's not as if being bold and shameless is inherently good.

No matter how much one frequents a temple of total nudity, girls don't want to see their fathers acting like lecherous fools. In fact, Minister Ashton is respected by his children to some degree, yet also despised.

He may be an attractive male to his wives, but he means nothing special to his kids. Of course, I feel the same way.

But...

"I understand why you can't stop loving your eldest daughter. But there are many other daughters and sons too. As the head of the household, you shouldn't dance to just one person's tune."

In the heart of the hot spring area, Aurora leans against me, insistently guiding my hand toward her buttocks. Naturally, she's completely naked.

She hasn't changed much since we first met. Still childless, she's addressed by the kids as "Aunty Aurora."

"Andy's job is to touch breasts. In fact, his real job is to put his penis inside."

And Luna is currently gripping my cock and rubbing it at high speed.

I expected her figure to have deteriorated after giving birth six times (twice each, three rounds), but instead, she seems even more attractive than in her youth.

It's not a change in my tastes... The effects of the spirit spring and Ms. Hilda's beauty treatments are benefiting all the female slaves.

Luna's breasts have grown about two sizes larger since we first met, likely due to childbirth's secondary effects. Her bounce is extraordinary, making the elf girls envious. Her face and skin still look like she's in her early twenties.

"Education of children is important, but raising them too properly isn't the answer. If they're Andy's kids, they need to learn to let go of things they can't control. Andy's already too famous."

"I get that, but..."

"Technically, mixed-race elves are persecuted everywhere. Yet Andy settled in Polka to protect all his children, reconciled humans and elves, invited people from Celesta and Karlwin... He made a place where anyone can be themselves, no matter what. A child of someone like him would be truly unhappy if they adopted ordinary Trot standards."

"...But I still want Elenia to like me. It's easy to say she doesn't fit in, but I genuinely like her as she is now."

"You're being a daddy's girl."

"Yeah, you're right."

Two veteran female slaves nod in agreement.

Then comes the sound of splashing footsteps.

"In the first place..."

Even with her dazzling nudity fully exposed, Apple approaches by kicking up water from the white bathtub.

"Elenia-chan really loves Mr. Andy, doesn't she?"

"She does."

"She certainly does."

"Ugh... but lately, her eyes have gotten so cold..."

"If she truly despised him, she wouldn't come here to watch you touching another woman's breasts. She could live within the city without coming here at all."

"W-well, that's true..."

"Besides, a normal girl by Trot standards would say it's unthinkable to be seen naked by her father once she turns ten. That's what most people in the city said."

"T-they're saying there's a problem with our upbringing!"

Elenia still comes here quite often, revealing everything to me without any concealment.

But that's only because our family is the kind of family that does such things; in other households, such behavior would rightly be called "shameful."

"It's just that I notice it. Kids can't help but speak up when they notice something."

"No, if my own father were surrounded by lecherous women all day long, with his junk exposed and obsessed with breasts, most people would be disillusioned. I probably would too."

"That's because they feel betrayed by their mothers. But in our house, no woman is disillusioned with Miss Andy, right?"

"Isn't it a bit much to endorse this lifestyle just because you want to get it on?"

"Miss Andy is just too self-conscious."

"Yeah."

"If she decides to leave, then letting her go is what parents should do. After all, children are meant to spread their wings eventually."

"Ugh, don't say anything about Erea leaving!"

No matter how much people call us "childish," it's fine. The nightmare of a father is seeing his adorable daughter drift away and show her most loving face to another man.
Of course, I know that if I never acknowledge this someday, I'll be nothing but a terrible parent. And if someone were to say, "You're expecting Elenia to develop normal sensibilities because you're anticipating just such an outcome," then yes, that's exactly what I'm thinking.

By the way, Luna and Apple are called "Mom Luna" and "Mom Apple." Calling female slaves uniformly "Mom" seems to cause resistance from both the children and the slaves themselves, so until they have children of their own, they're referred to as "older sister."
...Which has led to some confusing situations, like calling anal-loving Blue Dragon Jureen "Mom" while her mother, Michella, is called "older sister."

Leaving "Vapor Palace," I walked through the city at dusk.
The sunset faded behind the western ridge of the Serpent's Tail, and a fleeting blue darkness descended upon us.
A gentle, nostalgic moment rushing back to our home, where Father and Mother await dinner with eager anticipation.
And now, even so, Polka shines brightly with its bustling lights.
Though it may not quite qualify as a metropolis, I believe it has grown considerably livelier since I returned fifteen years ago.
"Papa... you've done quite well after all."

I can't say for certain how much of this revitalization of Polka can truly be credited to me.
But I'm sure it's no mistake that I took the very first step toward making this scene possible.
A lecherous brat who, born in this town, did nothing more than fondle Apple's breasts... yet still dreamed of creating a kind city for those who would come after him. Thanks to everyone's support, that dream has finally come true.
I think I can be proud of that much.
"I'm not just a useless old man capable only of making stupid toys... surely if you knew what I've done, knowing you're my child, everyone would envy you."

Speaking to no one in particular,
I murmured while gazing at the city lights.
"I know,"
came the reply.

Startled by the sudden voice from behind, I stumbled and nearly fell.

"I-I'm here..."

"...What are you doing? Didn't you say that to me?"

"I was there! I thought you'd notice I followed you secretly and responded just in case! I thought you'd come on romantic like Andy would!"

"...I didn't notice at all, actually. Were you even at the Palace?"

"...Because I was feeling so down, that's why I went to the Palace."
She had been tailing him.
And he'd likely overheard her complaining about Aurora and Luna. Elves have excellent hearing, after all.

"I don't feel like an idiot or anything!"

"..."

"Eh? No, I don't think there's any reason for that."

"I didn't say I disliked my birthday present! And I certainly didn't want you to be upset!"

Elenia spoke sharply, as if angry.

Stop it. When Papa hears a voice like that from a child his age, he takes damage without fail.

"Admitting I gave it to Peter so quickly was probably wrong!"

"..."

"But you never call me 'Papa'."

"You're not old enough for that!"

"..."

"No, no matter how old someone gets, they remain Papa. People don't suddenly switch to being distant strangers."

"They do!"

"Do what?"

I don't know. Cultures differ.

Or maybe I'm being punished for trying to forcibly imprint the 'naked culture' on you without thinking?

"This is... Because I don't want Mom and my older sisters to keep occupying Andy forever! My body is almost as developed as Sister Irina's now! That's why!"

"No, wait. I have a bad feeling something very wrong is about to be said."

"Since I'm Mom's child, my breasts will probably end up in a nice shape too, even for Andy!"

"OK, calm down, Elenia. Stop."

I think I get it now.

You're heading in the wrong direction.

In other words, you feel that being called 'Papa' means people won't see you as a woman.

"No matter how nice your breasts become, I have no intention of touching them."

"Why?"

"Because a daughter's breasts aren't meant for things like that."

"But Andy touches both Mom and Aunt Michelle, Aunt Mya, Aunt Asti—whenever there are mother-daughter pairs! Plus Anis from the Cat Beast Colony and... what was her name again?"

"That's Ms. Tanya. Those people aren't related by blood."

"So Mom and I are family."

"There's a chasm between touching someone else's child and your own child—deeper than the sea."

"What sea?"

"I'll take you there next time, so don't prepare yourself for that direction yet."

"No! You absolutely must do it! Next time, even if I get Aunt Tetete to help!"

"Do what? And never, ever rely on Aunt Tetete alone!"

"I want to be with Andy every single day! If that's the case, there's no other choice but to do this!"

She was liked far more than I expected.
That's good. It is, but...

My daughter had been contaminated by too many conflicting values.
Look, Elia. Dad didn't make you with that kind of intention in mind. A father who looks at his own daughter through those eyes is the worst kind of person.

And Tetes, stop appearing behind Elenia whenever you please.
Seriously, where did you come from? You just made me feel more terrified than any horror movie ever could.