This is a story set roughly ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. I'm forty now.

Somewhere around the time Elenia turned thirteen, she stopped calling me "Papa."

Why? Was it because I gave her a staff for her birthday that glowed at the tip and spun around?

Irina had said before yesterday, "If you'd given this to a toddler instead, they'd've gone wild," but being told that kind of comment beforehand doesn't help when you're standing there holding it.

Besides, the problem is with all you wealthy types just giving orders and having your subordinates whip up the finest clothes and accessories for everyone. I have no choice but to compete on skill alone; besides, carving runes doesn't mean I can conjure anything out of thin air just by getting a sudden flash of inspiration—I'm not that young anymore.

...Nope, complaining about Irina's reaction isn't going to fix anything. The issue is Elenia. "Elie, please. Papa, give me one more shot. Okay?" "Huh?" After I clasped my hands together and begged for a redo on the gift, her response was that ice-cold "Huh?"

This will kill me.

Elenia sports lustrous golden hair, reminiscent of her mother's, cut in a bob with slightly longer bangs on the left side as some kind of key feature; she gets this trimmed by Selen about once every two weeks.

Since Elenia learned to stand upright, Selen has been fussing over her freely, but it's hardly an exaggeration to say that even now, in terms of hairdressing skill, Selen is top-tier, bordering on Polka itself.

Elenia acts a bit ambiguous toward me lately, yet she loves her mother completely without issue; she often tells Selen in a mildly scolding tone, "My hair's getting too long, isn't it?" and receives an "Oh my" from Selen with a rueful苦笑.

As for her ears, unlike Selen or Ange, who look indistinguishable as elves at first glance, Elenia's are clearly short and apparently immobile.

Back in the day, I'd playfully poke and prod them while giving her baths, but Kristi absolutely freaked out when she saw it by chance.

Ever since I was told that kissing lips is considered safer for elves than touching ears, I swore never to mention this again to Elenia.

Though I love Elenia dearly, I'm aware where the line lies for a father. "Huh? So, a birthday present? That spinning thing?" "Yeah. I was thinking about making something even better than that..." "Even better? How exactly are you going to make it even better?" "Well... honestly, nobody walks around carrying that staff anyway, so maybe it wasn't practical enough. More like an elegant, moving piece of interior decor—something fun to glance at whenever the mood strikes and sits in the room..."

"I really dislike that aspect of Andy's."

"Guh!"

Rejected with a brusque dismissal in a tone entirely unlike those used by the female slaves, I feel like I'm about to vomit blood.

This is bad. If I don't drink some spirit spring soon, things will get worse.

Also, as you've heard, after my transformation, everyone calls me "Andy," dropping the father title completely.

"Admittedly, that was just a mere toy; Peter enjoyed it more, so I gave it to him immediately." "You gave it away..."

That's just how cruel kids can be.

You should say, "Next year I'll make something even better," right? Or do you plan on churning out all kinds of trash forever until I accept it? Are you bored? Trying to kill time?

"P-Papa, stop it. I'm still trying my best here!"

"Moms keep saying that, but honestly, Andy just rubs around mom's and the sisters' breasts and asses making weird noises. Is there any real effort going on?"

"Stop it! You don't see what I do behind closed doors! There are still things you don't understand where I'm putting in extra effort!"

The truth is, Elenia doesn't understand... more accurately, even I often don't fully grasp what I'm doing.

This vague phrasing exists because my current activities are being supported by the brains of Irina, Tetes, and Ms. Cosmos.

Recently, they've founded an impressive organization called the Smaison & Forest Foundation, sending themselves to various oddly high-society parties and festivals where they're forced to give speeches.

Although I intended smithing as my main profession, frankly, I couldn't make any real living from my handiwork alone. Jeanne has better taste and more stamina; even Jacky is still ahead of me.

In that state, thinking "I should earn on my own and support the female slaves" was far too arrogant.

But once I started worrying about it, Irina invited me to try a side job. Half-skeptical but giving it a shot... I ended up giving speeches myself; with Irisana, Duchess Lenvanguis Tetes, and Cosmos—who wields immense connections especially in the southern deserts—lending their support, we've attracted various businesses centered around Carlwin, Grangi, and the Northern Forests, generating substantial income.

I deliver the speeches they ask me to give on a monthly basis, acting as a shield against those who approach us for purely lewd reasons (three women looking that good always attracts them), while mostly just watching from the sidelines as they work out their actual agenda.

Sometimes our conversations drift so far off-topic that they have absolutely nothing to do with Karlwin or Grandjé, and I worry we might be going about it all wrong—but somehow, things seem to be working out after all.
Honestly, the political overtones of everything are beyond my understanding.
So when pressed on what we're actually doing, I can only say, "I have no clue, but something's being done."

As for how I spend my other time... well, I go about making stuff while people call it "junk."

"……You really should stop touching girls' boobs and asses in front of the kids, huh?"

"It never was too late to begin with?"

"There's no way but to ban children from this place."

This is taking place at what used to be a secret hot spring, now massively expanded from the open-air bath and sprawling until it rivals even Mr. Carlos's estate in size—currently known as the "Vapor Palace."

"Palace" might sound like the Dragon Palace, but since there are always dozens of dragons present, they aren't entirely wrong; the dragons themselves insist on calling it that, so it remains just that.

While homes in the new district can accommodate ten to fifteen people, there are simply too many officials and residents coming to Polka for them all to be housed there alone.

Furthermore, bare-skinned groups like the blue dragons would cause such a massive scandal if seen entering or leaving the city streets that the only logical solution was to build a gigantic fortress where women could come seeking me and dragons could roam naked without anyone complaining! This grandiose plan was championed by Lieda and Irina back ten years ago.

Honestly, looking at the blueprints made me think it was all a joke; it looked less like a house and more like a castle or a base. I suspected Grudge had just gotten arrogant from his recent success.

However, strong support came our way from Breakcore and Dierl.

"It would be better if there were structures connected to the barrier. Every time Breakcore steps outside, leaving the barrier open at an outdoor spot poses too great a risk. If we create an enclosed fortress that the dragons can guard, we can drastically reduce those risks."

That was their rationale, and it gained approval at the clan council.

Although clearing just 200 meters of land is a small percentage from the perspective of the entire forest, for humans to do so without permission would invite arrows without question—a massive undertaking indeed.

Consequently, dragons and the teachers from the Northern Legion cleared the land openly, constructing towering stone walls and imposing arched roofs covered in intricate markings designed to become transparent when heated, allowing light to filter through.

Thanks to this, while maintaining a sense of open sky during hot summer afternoons, beneath the roof lies a vast spa area as expansive as a Talch oasis.

Although it was originally designed to be even deeper, we've now limited it to a maximum depth of 30 centimeters so children won't drown—even though lying down is required for anyone wanting to get fully submerged.

Centred around this spa area, the structure features interconnected zones including a sleeping quarters capable of housing around three hundred people, a dining hall (where cat children and elves train before entering the workforce), leisure areas (housing my invention workshop alongside a dance stage), and a dedicated dragon take-off and landing zone. Literally speaking, it has become a palace-like expanse.

Yet this immense space belongs exclusively to those connected to me.

Specifically, female slaves, offspring of the cat colony, employees of the Cosmos household, members of Onyx's maid group (acting as convalescence workers; after I told them they were welcome, they voluntarily organized a five-person rotating shift system and began staying year-round), women from both the Misty and Crystal Palaces, and many others. These are girls who can lie naked with complete impunity even knowing that I am a lecherous breeding stallion.

And of course, the children themselves. Since they were still so young, I hesitated to leave them in someone else's care anyway; plus, the sheer size of the place kept them far away from any harem scenes.

In such an environment, spending time completely naked became optional for everyone within the facility.

Here, blue dragons naturally remained undressed, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for sexual purposes, there is no distinction between men and women. Guests invariably end up living their lives fully naked upon arriving here.

Consequently, my children have grown accustomed to nudity around others. Once they visit, they're constantly exposed to a dozen or more unfamiliar beauties appearing and disappearing in succession—some soaking in the springs, others embracing me naked on my shoulders.

...I figured that such things were fine while the kids were still young.

We maintain relationships with dozens of partners explicitly centered around open sexual activity. Given how I came to hold this position, keeping it hidden from the children would have been difficult anyway.

While the most educationally damaging aspect was the closed environment warping common sense (and triggering heat-rushing behavior) in the cat-beast people, I couldn't exactly tell my child "We don't accept cats at Polka anymore" just because they were born there either.

Plus, there were arguments that we could simply insist it's a culture of nudity. Mainly from dark elves and Maya.

However, try pushing that logic past Elenia yourself next time.

It doesn't mean everything is fine if you flaunt it openly.

No matter how much you frequent a sanctuary of total nudity, daughters absolutely don't want to see their dads doing all sorts of lewd things in public. Minister Ashton commands a fair amount of respect from the children, yet simultaneously despises them; he may be an attractive male to his wives, but to the kids, he is simply nothing special. Of course, I am exactly the same way.

However.

"I understand that your firstborn daughter is absolutely adorable. But we also have many other daughters and sons, and as the head of the family, you cannot dance to the tune of just one person's opinion."

This was Aurora saying it right in the middle of the spa area, leaning heavily against me while persistently guiding her hand toward my ass. Of course, we were both completely naked.

She's been the same since we met. Since she hasn't had any kids yet, the children call her "Big Sis Aurora".

"Andi's job is to touch breasts. Rather, his real job is to get a boner inside."

Then Luna's got me by the dick and rubbing it hard and fast.

Just like I thought, the mother of six (three times, two at a time) might have lost her shape... but instead, she feels even more charming than in her youth.

It's not just my changing tastes... Right? The Spring of Life's effect and Ms. Hilda's beauty treatments are bringing benefits to all the female slaves.

Luna's probably a side effect of childbirth; her breasts have grown about two cup sizes bigger since I first met them, giving off amazing resistance and making the elf girls jealous. Her face and skin still look well in her early twenties.

"Child education is important, but raising too normal a child isn't enough compared to letting Andi's children give up on things they should. Andi's already too famous."

"But saying that..."

"Truthfully, half-elf kids like ours would be persecuted everywhere else. Even so, Andi has rooted us in Polka to reconcile humans and elves, invited people from both Celesta and Karlwin... creating a place where anyone can be themselves regardless of how it goes. Children born to such a person would actually be unhappy if they got caught up in ordinary Trott standards."

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

"You're being too proud as parents."

"Yeah, you're definitely being too proud as parents."

The two veteran female slaves nod at each other.

Then comes a pash-pash sound of footsteps.

"In the first place,"

She comes closer kicking her legs into the shimmering water of the white bath, completely naked.

"Eliena-chan really loves Andi-san, right?"

"She does."

"She truly does."

"Bothered... because lately her eyes are so cold..."

"If she was genuinely repulsed, she wouldn't come just to see you touching another woman's tits. She could live in the city without coming here at all."

"B-but that doesn't mean—"

"To be a normal girl by Trott standards, once you're ten, you'd never say it's okay for your father to see you naked. That's pretty much how things are around here."

"T-that means there's a problem with my education!"

Elenia still comes here even now and shows me everything without any hiding.

But that's because our family is like this; at other houses, such things would rightfully be called "shameful."

"I'm seeing it because I want to see it. Kids can't help but speak when they notice something glaring."

"No, if your own father was surrounded by horny women all day with his dick fully exposed and obsessed with tits, most people would be disillusioned. I probably would too."

"That's because you feel betrayed by mom. But there isn't any woman here who feels disillusioned with Andi-san."

"Are you guys going too far in validating this style just because you're horny?"

"Andi-san is just too sensitive about it."

"Hmm."

"If she wants to leave, I'd let her go—that's what parents should be. After all, kids eventually fly the nest."

"Oh no, Eli won't leave—don't say that!"

No matter how much they call me a "doting parent," the nightmare of seeing my adorable daughter turn to another man for her cutest smile is still real for any dad.

Of course I know I have to admit it sooner or later to not be a bullshit parent, but... Or if someone says I'm expecting normal maturity from Eliena because I'm anticipating that exact development? In a way, that would be true.

By the way, Luna and Apple are called "Luna Mom" and "Apple Mom." Kids and female slaves alike seem resistant to calling them all "Mom" uniformly, so until they have children, they're referred to as "Big Sis".

...Which leads to the complicated situation where I call anal-loving Brood Dragon Jureen "Mom" and his mother, Mischera, "Big Sis."

We leave the "Vapor Palace" and walk through the evening city.
The sunset fades away behind the children's snake ridge in the west, and a fleeting blue darkness descends.

I run back to the warm, nostalgic home where Dad and Mom wait, longing for a dinner we can all enjoy together.

And now, here in Polka, though still brightly lit and bustling even today.

It might not quite measure up as a true metropolis, but I reckon it's grown considerably livelier since I came home fifteen years ago.

"Dad worked pretty hard on this, you know."

It's impossible to say exactly how much of Polka's revitalization should be credited to me personally, but there's no way I'm lying when I claim that my decision was the first step in bringing this scene to life.

I hope this town accepts that a boy who, from birth, knew nothing beyond squeezing Apple's tits and amounted for little more than a horny kid still managed to make it to this point. Still, even I'm dreaming of creating a kinder city for those born here—and thanks to everyone giving their blessing, that dream came true.

I think I can take some pride in at least that much.

"You're no useless dad who can only churn out stupid toys... surely if anyone found out you were my father, they'd be jealous of what you've actually accomplished."

I muttered those words under my breath while gazing upon the city lights.

"I know," I said aloud when called on suddenly from behind.

Startled, I stumbled and tangled my feet, nearly falling flat on my face.

"O-oh no..."

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

"I... was here! I thought it would go unnoticed if I snuck up behind you!"

"I figured since it was Andy speaking with such romantic flair!"

"...I didn't notice anything, but were you even in the Palace?"

"Because I saw something so gloomy about your face that you went there."

You're following me around. And no doubt you heard me complaining to Aurora and Luna along the way. Elves have notoriously excellent hearing; surely you got everything I said.

"Look, it's not like I think I'm acting stupid."

"...Eh? Well, maybe that's not what I meant at all."

"I didn't say I disliked your birthday present! And I certainly didn't mean for you to be downcast!"

Elenia snapped back at me in an angry tone.

"Stop it. Dad feels completely devastated whenever he hears a teenager talk like that."

"True, giving Peter the item so quickly was probably wrong on my part..."

"...But why don't you just call me 'dad' all the time?"

"I'm not that old yet!"

"...Nonsense. You're dad no matter how many years go by. People don't suddenly switch to formal behavior just because they've aged a bit."

"You're wrong!"

"Wrong?"

I have no idea what's going on here. The culture must be different.

Or perhaps it's punishment for trying to forcibly implant an accidental full-naked culture in you without thinking things through first.

"But I don't want Mother, Sister, and everyone else always occupying me, you know? Plus, my body is already starting to resemble Sister Irina's! That's exactly why..."

"Hold on a sec. I sense you're about to say something very problematic."

"Since I'm Mommy's kid, I figure it'll end up just the right size for Andy too!"

"Okay, calm down, Elenia. Stop right there."

I'm getting the picture now.
What I mean is, she's heading in the wrong direction.
Basically, if she just says "Dad" without implying anything else, she won't be seen as a woman by me or anyone around here.

"There's no way I'd ever touch your breasts even if they were amazing."

"Why?"

"Because your momma didn't raise a girl to be touched like that."

"But Andi always touches everyone when there are mothers and sisters around—Jureen Mamma, Michele Sissy, Maya Sissy, Asty Sissy. And in the Cat Beastman colony, Anis... what was her name again?"

"That's Tanya. Those people aren't family, so they're different."

"But I am your daughter, and you're my father!"

"There is an ocean-deep chasm between touching someone else's child and your own."

"What's 'the ocean' now?"

"Let's just leave that for next time. For now, don't try to get your head around it."

"No way! I absolutely will! Even if I have to team up with Tettes Mamma!"

"What the hell do you mean by 'do it'?! And stay away from Tettes like the plague!"

"But I want to spend every day with Andi too! So what else am I supposed to do?!"

It seems people liked me more than I expected.
That's good, okay. But...

My daughter's been infected by all sorts of twisted values out there.
Look here, Elenia. Your dad didn't have kids like that in mind. No father should ever look at his own daughter with eyes like that—and if you do, that makes you the worst kind of person.

And one more thing about Tettes: disappear behind Elenia's back right now!
Seriously, where did she come from?! She's giving me major horrors compared to anything else I've seen lately!

This story takes place approximately ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is forty years old.
Elenia stopped calling me "Papa" starting from her thirteenth birthday.

I wonder why. Maybe it was because for her birthday present, I made a staff whose tip glows and spins around and around.
Irina told me that if you were giving it to a much younger child, it would definitely get a huge reaction, but having that comment the day before just complicates things.
Plus, it's your fault for being rich enough to just order subordinates to procure top-tier clothes and accessories at the drop of a hat. I have to compete on technical skill, and since I'm not exactly young anymore these days, I can't just conjure up anything in a flash of inspiration whenever I think about runes.
...No, it's no use complaining about Irina's opinion. The real problem is Elenia.
"Elenia, please. Give me another chance as your papa. Okay?"
"Huh?"
I put my hands together and pleaded for a shot at redemption with a new gift, but she hit me with a "Huh?" in such a chilling tone that it froze the blood in my veins.
I'm dying.

Elenia keeps her mother’s shining blonde hair cut in a bob style.

She has a specific look where the hem on the left side is slightly longer, and apparently, she has Selen trim it for her every two weeks.

Since Elenia came into power, Selen has taken things more easily in various aspects of life, but stating that he is top-class as a barber in Polka would be an understatement.

Elenia has been somewhat reserved toward me lately, but she seems to have no issues loving her mother; she often tells Selen, "Your hair's gotten too long," in a slightly scolding tone, and he just chuckles and says "yes, yes."

Her ears are distinctly short—unlike Selen or Angu, who look superficially similar to elves—and apparently cannot move.

In the old days, I used to give her ears a quick kiss while bathing her, but Christy was furious when she happened to see it.

I’ve been told that kissing on the lips is considered safe behavior for an elf, so I have sworn never to mention this matter to Elenia.

I love Elenia dearly, but I understand where the line lies as a father.

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

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

"Better how? What kind of 'better' are you planning to make?"

"Well... obviously, I can't have her walking around with that staff anymore, and it lacked practicality. So, I'm aiming for a stylish, moving decorative piece that fits in the room as nice interior decor—you know, something fun to look at when you feel like it..."

"I seriously hate that about you, Andy."

"Ugh!"

Being bluntly dismissed in a tone I never got from my female slaves, I felt like I might cough up blood.

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

And as you've heard, the name people call me after my transformation is "Andy." A first-name basis for their father.

"Sure, that thing was just a toy, and Peter liked it more than me did, so I just gave it to him right away."

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

Kids are cruel, aren't they?

"Usually, in situations like that, you say 'I'll make something better for next year,' right? Are you planning on making junk until I'm satisfied? Do you have nothing else to do? Boring?"

"S-stop it! I'm trying my best even if you don't see it!"

"Mama and the others all say that, but actually, aren't you just rubbing Momma's or your sisters' breasts and buttocks and going heh heh? Are you really working at anything?"

"Stop it! I'm doing things behind your back that you don't understand yet!"

Actually, Elenia doesn't get it... rather, I myself don't quite understand what I'm trying so hard for.

The reason I phrase it so vaguely is because my current activities have Irina, Tetes, and Ms. Cosmos attached as brains.

Recently, they established a rather grand organization called the Smysone & Forest Foundation, and I am sent to unusually high-society parties or festivals where I am forced to give speeches.

I intended blacksmithing to be my main business, but honestly, my handiwork isn't earning enough. Jeanne has more sense and stamina, and I still can't beat Jackie-san.

In that state, the idea of "earning my own money to support the female slaves" was far too presumptuous.

Since they were concerned about that point, Irina invited me to try out a side business. I boarded with half-doubt, but... apparently, while I give speeches, Clan Chief Irina, Count Tetes, and Ms. Cosmos, who holds an enormous network of connections in the southern desert, provide input, luring investments into businesses centered around Karlwin, Grandy, and the Northern Forest, thereby generating revenue.

I give a speech once a month, saying whatever they tell me to say. I act as a shield for them against the obvious perverts who drop by (since all three are pretty, there's no shortage of them), while mostly just watching from the sidelines as they get their business in order.
Sometimes topics that have absolutely nothing to do with the Northern Forest or Kaelwin and Grandiz come up, and I can't help but feel anxious about whether things are really okay, though apparently everything is going smoothly.
Honestly, it's too political for me to fully understand.
So when asked what we're actually doing, all I can say is, "I don't know, but we're doing something."

As for the rest of my time... well, I make things while people call me a scrap dealer.

"...You really should stop touching women's breasts and butt in front of the kids, right?"

"Isn't it a bit late to start worrying about that now?"

"We have no choice but to ban children from this place."

At what used to be a secret hot spring, which we've been expanding from that exposed outdoor bath until it was roughly the same size as Carlos's house... now known as the "Vapor Palace."

...Saying "Palace" makes it sound like Dragon Palace, but since there are always several dragons hanging around, that isn't actually wrong. It's a Dragon Palace because the dragons themselves say so.

Houses in the new city can accommodate ten to fifteen people, but ultimately, we couldn't fit all the associates coming to Polka there alone.

Moreover, naked tribes like the brood dragons cause massive public order violations just by entering the city streets, so they proposed a grand plan: let's build a huge base where women who come to visit me can stay, and where nobody will complain even if dragons parade around naked!... This was kicked off ten years ago, driven mainly by Lieeda and Irina.

Honesty, I thought the blueprints were a joke when I saw them. I figured it was a castle or a base, not a house.

I assumed Grandiz had just gotten big-headed after his success.

...However, a strong push came from Breakcore and Diel.

"It's better to have buildings that interface with the barrier. The risk is too high if we leave the barrier open in the open every time Breakcore goes out. If we build an enclosed base and have dragons guard it, we can significantly reduce the risk."

...That was their argument, so I said "I see," and it was approved at the clan meeting.

While clearing a path two hundred meters wide wasn't a huge proportion of the entire forest, for humans doing it without permission, it was a massive project that would immediately get shot by arrows.

So, openly, the dragons and the Northern Forest's house masters leveled the ground, built towering stone walls, and filled the grand arched roof with gapless inscriptions that become transparent when heated.

Thanks to this, during summer days, you constantly feel the sense of freedom of an open sky, while underneath lies a vast hot spring space as wide as Tarq's oasis.

...It was a bit deeper at the initial design stage, but now it's only about thirty centimeters deep because they worried about kids drowning. You can't submerge your whole body unless you lie down, though.

Centered on this hot spring area are adjacent large sections connected by roofs: a bed area (sleeping around three hundred people), a cafeteria area (where cats and elf children train before working in the city), a hobby area (with a dance stage and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff/landing area. Literally, it has become a palace-like space.

I locked this huge space down with only my own associates.

Specifically, female slaves, kids from the cat colony, employees from Cosmos's place (coming as a resort), Onyx's maid corps (after I said they could come, they voluntarily set up three-month rotations, sending about five at a time to stay on vacation), women from Misty Crystal's two palaces, and various others. Girls who can comfortably be naked with me, even knowing I'm a lecherous stud.

And then there are the children. They were still small, and I really couldn't bring myself to leave them in someone else's care. It was spacious enough that they could stay far away from the orgy scenes.

In this environment, spending time completely naked is optional within the facility.

Here, brood dragons were naturally naked, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for perverted reasons, there is no gender separation. Visitors usually live a naked life once they get here.

So, my kids are used to seeing other people's nudity. Here, unknown beautiful women appear and disappear in their birthday suits—over ten at a time—bathing in the springs or being held naked by me around the shoulders.

...I thought that was fine while the kids were little.

We're dealing with relationships involving dozens of people, openly keeping sex in mind. Given how I ended up in this position, it was difficult to hide it from the children.

The worst for their education were the cat beastfolk, whose common sense was off (and who got into heat) due to that closed environment, but since a child was born, I couldn't say we no longer take in cats at Polka either.

There was also the opinion that you could just claim "nudity is culture," mainly from the dark elves and Maya's group.

But being nudged by Elenia like this makes me realize something.

Just doing it openly doesn't make it right.

No matter how often you visit a hall of total nudity, girls don't want to see their father ogling in the nude. After all, Minister Ashton is respected to some extent by the children, but also despised, isn't he?

He might be an attractive male to his wives, but for the children, it's completely different. Of course, same for me.

But.

"I understand why your first daughter is so adorable to you. But you have many other daughters and sons as well; as the head of the house, you shouldn't let a single opinion sway you."

In the middle of the hot spring area, Aurora leaned against me, constantly trying to guide my hand to her butt. Naturally, she was completely naked.

There hasn't been much change since we first met. She doesn't have kids of her own yet, so the children call her "Sister Aurora."

"Andy's job is to touch tits. Well, his real job should be sticking his cock in."

And Luna, who is gripping my dick and rubbing it at high speed...

I figured that having given birth six times (three times with twins) might have wrecked her figure, but if anything, she seems more attractive than she used to be.

It’s not that my preferences have changed... well, maybe they have. But the effects of the spiritual spring and Hilda's beauty treatments are benefiting all our female slaves.

Luna's breasts grew about two cup sizes since we met, likely a side effect of childbirth, making them incredibly bouncy, which just makes the elf girls jealous. Her face and skin still look like they belong to someone in their early twenties.

"Parenting is important, but rather than raising them as perfectly decent kids, you have to teach them what to give up being Andy's child. Andy is already too famous."

"But still..."

"If we were a mixed-race elf family anywhere else, we'd be persecuted everywhere. Despite that, Andy planted roots in Polka to protect all his children, reconciling humans and elves, summoning people from both Celesta and Karlwin... he created a place where anyone could be themselves no matter what. For a child of such a person, falling into the mundane way of thinking typical for Trotts would actually be a misfortune."

"...But I want Elenia to like me too. It's easy to blame her for not fitting in, but I just like the Elenia she is now."

"Parental delusion."

"Yeah, parental delusion."

Two veteran female slaves nod in agreement.

Slap slap, goes the sound of feet on wet stone.

"Besides..."

Apple, naked and blindingly bright as ever, kicked up water from her white bath tub to approach us.

"E-chan loves Andy-san a lot, right?"

"She does."

"That she does."

"Ehh... it's just that her eyes have been so cold lately..."

"If she were truly disappointed, she wouldn't bother coming to watch Andy touching other women's tits like this. She could live her life just within the town without ever showing up here."

"I-I know, but..."

"And besides, a normal girl in Trotts would think it's absolutely outrageous for her father to see her naked by age ten. That's mostly what they say around town."

"I'll let you say that reflects poorly on our parenting."

Elenia still comes over here fairly often, showing no sign of hiding from me.

But that's only because our house is like that; in other households, such behavior would rightly be called "shameless."

"It's because she likes you that it catches her eye. Kids just can't help but speak up about things they notice."

"No, normally if your father was surrounded by sexy women all day, his dick out in the open, obsessed with boobs, you'd be disillusioned. I probably would too."

"That's because you'd feel like your mother is being betrayed. But surely there aren't any women here who are disillusioned with Andy-san?"

"Are you guys over-affirming this lifestyle just because you want to be perverted?"

"Andy-san is worrying too much."

"Hmm."

"If he decides to separate from them, allowing that separation is part of being a parent. Kids leave the nest eventually, after all."

"No no, don't say E-chan is leaving me."

I can be called a delusional parent as many times as you want. The thought of my cute daughter moving away and showing her cutest face to another man is a nightmare for any father.

Of course, I know that eventually I have to accept it, or else I'm a shitty parent. And yeah, if someone told me that expecting Elenia to have normal sensibilities was me assuming such a scenario, they'd be right.

By the way, Luna and Apple are called "Luna Mama" and "Apple Mama." Apparently, calling all female slaves uniformly "Mama" felt awkward for both the kids and the slaves themselves, so until they have children, they are called "Sister."

...Which leads to the confusing phenomenon where Julieen, an anal-loving brood dragon, is called "Mama," while her mother, Michela, is called "Sister."

We left "Vapor Palace" and walked through the town at twilight.
The sunset disappeared into the Snake Tail Ridges to the west, bringing a fleeting blue darkness.

A gentle, nostalgic time spent rushing home to dad and mom’s place, looking forward to dinner.

And now, even as the town of Polka is still buzzing with light and life.

It lacks the grandeur of a true metropolis, but I think it’s come a long way in the fifteen years since I returned.

“Dad… put in quite a bit of effort, you know.”

I can’t say for certain how much of Polka’s current vibrancy can be credited to me.

But it’s definitely no mistake to say that I took the very first step toward seeing this sight.

A worthless horny kid born into this town whose only talent was groping Apple’s tits… yet he still wished for a street gentle enough to welcome the children who would come after, and because everyone agreed with him, it actually happened… or so.

You’d think I should be allowed some pride in that, right?

“I’m not just some useless dad who can only make stupid toys… I’m sure I’ve been doing things that, if people knew you were my child, they’d envy.”

To no one in particular.

I murmured, watching the town lights.

“I know.”

So it went.

I was startled out of my wits by a voice from behind.

Startled so badly I tripped over my own feet and face-planted.

“Ow, ow… ugh…”

“…What are you doing? Wait, weren’t you talking to me?”

“You were here, Elenia!”

“I was! I answered thinking you’d figure out I was following secretly! I thought Andy was being surprisingly romantic, though!”

“…I completely didn’t notice. Or wait, were you at the Palace?”

“…Because you had this awful downcast look when you headed over to the Palace.”

I’d been tailing him. No, he’d been tailed on me.

And whatever grumbling I’d done to Aurora and Luna was probably eavesdropped on. Being an elf type, she’s got pretty good hearing.

“It makes me look so stupid.”

“…H-hey, I don’t think that’s the case at all.”

“I didn’t say I hated your birthday present! And I wasn’t looking for you to get down about it!”

Elenia snapped sharply, sounding angry.

Stop it. Dad is a creature who takes unconditional damage just from hearing the voice of a girl at that age.

“Though I admit giving Peter’s stuff away so quickly was wrong!”

“…But you never let me call you ‘Papa’.”

“It’s not my age to be doing that!”

“…No, being Papa is being Papa no matter what. It’s not normal to suddenly switch to being formal with a stranger.”

“I am switching!”

You are?

I don’t know. Cultural differences.

Maybe this is the punishment for carelessly trying to implant a nude culture into your head.

“This is… it’s just that I don’t want Mama and my sisters occupying Andy forever! Besides, my body is about the same size as Irina-sis’s now! So—”

“Wait, hold on. I have a very bad feeling I’m hearing something very wrong.”

“You’re Mama’s child too, so I think your tits will probably develop in a way Andy likes!”

“Okay, calm down Elenia. Stop it.”

I'm starting to get the picture.

You're heading in all the wrong direction, kid.

So you think that just because you call me "Daddy," I can't see you as a woman, or something like that?

"It doesn't matter how nice your tits look right now; I have no particular intention of squeezing them."

"Why?"

"Because a daughter's tits don't work that way."

"But when there are children around, like Julieen Mama and Michelle-nee, or Maya-nee and Asti-nee, you just go for both of them, right? Plus Anis from the cat-beastman colony, and who else was it..."

"Mrs. Tanya. Those women were inseminated by other men."

"And me and Mama are father and daughter, though."

"There's a difference deeper than the ocean between touching someone else's child and touching your own."

"What's an ocean?"

"I'll take you there next time, so for now, please don't get your hopes up in that direction."

"No way! I'm definitely going to do it! Even if I have to make Tetes Mama help me, I'm doing it!"

"Doing what?! And never, ever count on Tetes for this!"

"I want to be with you all the time, every day, Andy! That's why I have to do this!"

He liked me more than I expected.
That was good. It really was. But still.
His daughter had been polluted by too many diverse values.
You know what, Elenia. Daddy didn't make kids with that kind of intention in mind. If he looked at his daughter like that, he'd be the worst person alive.
And Tetes. When did she appear behind Elenia?
Where on earth did she come from? I just got more scared than I ever have from 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.

About 10 years after the epilogue from Part 1 and 2, Andy is 40 years old.

Around Elenia’s 13th birthday, she stopped calling me "Papa."

Why? Was it because I made her a birthday present—a staff that glowed and spun on its tip?

Irina told me, "If you were giving this to a younger child, they’d definitely love it," but even if she had said that the day before, it would’ve been too late.

More importantly, it’s your fault, rich guys, for ordering your subordinates to prepare the best clothes and accessories. I have no choice but to compete on skill, and even when it comes to thinking up designs, I’m not as young anymore, so I can’t just come up with everything in a moment of inspiration.

…No, it’s pointless to complain about Irina’s opinion. The real problem is Elenia.

"Ele, I’m counting on you. Give Papa one more chance, okay?"

"Huh?"

When I clasped my hands together and asked for a chance to make it up to him, he replied in a tone that could freeze blood: "Huh?"

I’m going to die.

Elenia has her mother’s shining blonde hair cut into a bob-like style.

The slightly longer hem on the left side seems to be a point of pride, and she gets it trimmed by Selen every two weeks.

Since Selen started standing on her own, she’s been acting much more freely. It’s not an exaggeration to say she’s one of the top hair stylists in Polka.

Elenia has been taking a bit of a cold attitude toward me lately, but she still seems to love my mother just fine. She often says to Selen with a slightly teasing tone, “Your hair’s gotten too long again, hasn’t it?” and Selen just gives her an exasperated smile and says, “Yes, yes.”

Unlike Selen and Ange, who look no different from elves at first glance, her ears are clearly short and seem unable to move.

Back in the day, I used to kiss her ears while giving her a bath, but I got scolded pretty harshly by Kristi when she happened to see it.

Ever since I heard that kissing lips is still considered acceptable behavior for elves, I’ve vowed never to tell Elenia about that.

I love Elenia, but I think I understand the line between father and daughter.

“What? A birthday present? That spinning one?”

“Yes. I was thinking of making something better than that…”

“How is it going to be better?”

“Well… I can’t exactly carry around that staff, so it’s a bit impractical. It’s too useless for everyday life. I’m thinking of something more stylish, like an interactive moving piece that you can put in your room and enjoy looking at when the mood strikes.”

“I really hate that about you, Andy.”

“Guh…”

The tone was dismissive, like I’d never hear from the female slave children. It felt like I was about to cough up blood.

This is bad. I’ll have to drink the holy water later.

Also, as you heard, my new name is “Andy.” Calling me by my first name without any honorifics, just like that.

“It’s true that thing was just a toy, and Peter seemed happier with it, so I gave it away right away.”

“You gave it away…?”

Kids are so cruel, aren’t they?

“That’s usually where you say something like, ‘I’ll make something even better next year.’ Are you planning to keep making junk until I’m satisfied? Do you have nothing better to do? Just killing time?”

“S-stop it! I’m doing my best here!”

“All the moms say that, but honestly, Andy just gets all worked up groping Mom’s chest and butt. Is there anything else you’re working on?”

“Stop it! There are things I’m working on that you can’t see or understand yet!”

Honestly, even Elenia doesn’t understand—or rather, I don’t really understand myself—what I’m doing.

The reason I’m speaking so vaguely is because my current activities are being handled by Irina, Tetes, and Cosmos-san as my brain trust.

Recently, they’ve started this grand organization called the Symson & Forest Foundation and have been sent to all sorts of fancy parties and festivals to give speeches.

I thought my main job would be blacksmithing, but honestly, I’m barely making enough money with my skills. Jeanne has more sense and stamina than me, and I still can’t keep up with Jackie-san either.

In that state, trying to say something like “I’ll earn my own living and take care of the slave girls” was way too presumptuous.

Thinking about it, Irina invited me to try a side job, and though I was half-skeptical, I went along with it… I ended up giving speeches, while Irena, who’s the clan leader, Tetes, who’s the Marquis of Renfanga, and Cosmos-san, who holds immense influence in the southern desert, provided their support. Together, we’ve managed to attract businesses like Karlwin, Grange, and the northern forest, and it seems things are going well.

Once a month, I give speeches as they tell me to, act as a shield against the obvious perverts (all three of them are beautiful, so there’s always a crowd), and just watch them handle everything from the sidelines.

Sometimes, though, things progress into topics completely unrelated to the northern forest, Karlwin, or Grange, and I can’t help but worry if it’s all going to be okay. But somehow, it seems to work out.

Honestly, it’s too political for me to understand.

So, when someone asks what we’re really doing, all I can say is, “I don’t know, but we’re definitely doing something.”

As for the rest of my time… well, I’ve been making stuff, even though they call it junk.

“…You really should stop touching the girls’ chests and butts in front of the kids, you know?”

“Isn’t that a bit too late now?”

“We’ll just have to make this area off-limits for children.”

The former secret hot spring, which had been expanding from that wild hot spring and now rivaled Carlos-san’s place in size… was now known as the "Vaper Palace."

When I say "palace," it sounds like a dragon palace, but in reality, there are always several dragons around, so it’s not wrong. The dragons themselves have said so, making it a dragon palace.

The houses in the new town can accommodate about 10 to 15 people, but in the end, the number of people coming to Polka is too large for just those places.

Moreover, for nudists like the Blue Dragons, entering the town itself would cause a massive disruption of public order. So, we decided to build a massive base where women could come to see me, and even if dragons roamed around naked, no one would complain! …This grand plan was spearheaded by Lieda and Irina about 10 years ago.

Honestly, when I saw the plans, I thought it was a joke. "This isn’t a house—it’s something like a castle or a base," I thought.

I wondered if they were just getting carried away after the success of Grange.

…However, there was a strong push behind it.

From Breakcore and Diehl.

"Having a structure that connects to the barrier is better. Leaving the barrier open every time Breakcore goes out is too risky. If we create a fortified base and have dragons guard it, the risk will be significantly reduced."

…And so, at the clan meeting, it was approved.

While 200 meters of clearing from the entire forest might not seem like much, it’s still a major construction project that would result in arrows being shot if done by humans without permission.

So, the dragons and the masters from the northern forest boldly leveled the land, built towering stone walls, and meticulously engraved heat-resistant patterns on the grand arched roofs to make them transparent when heated.

Thanks to that, during the summer, we always felt like there was no ceiling, with a sense of freedom and liberation. Underneath it, a vast hot spring space was constructed, almost like an oasis of talc.

…Originally, it was a bit deeper, but they said kids might drown, so now it’s only about 30 cm deep. You can’t fully immerse yourself if you don’t lie down.

And around that hot spring area, there are several large adjoining sections: the roof-extended bed area (can accommodate about 300 people), the dining area (where cats and elf children come for training before working in town), the hobby area (with a dance stage and my invention workshop), and even a dragon landing area. It’s literally like a palace-like space.

I filled that vast space with only those related to me.

Specifically, female slaves, cat colony children, Cosmos-san’s employees (who come here as a kind of resort), the Onyx maid group (who, after I said they could stay, formed a three-month rotating schedule and started taking turns for vacations), women from both the Misty Crystal Palaces, and others. Even though they know I’m a perverted stud, they’re fine with being naked.

And then there are the children. They were still small, so leaving them with someone else felt wrong. The space was big enough to keep them away from the orgy scenes anyway.

In that context, I made it optional for people to spend time here in the nude.

The blue dragons, of course, are always naked here, and since the central hot spring was originally expanded for lewd purposes, there’s no distinction between men and women. Visitors usually end up living in the buff when they come here.

So, my children are used to seeing strangers naked. When they come here, they’re constantly surrounded by dozens of unfamiliar beauties, all of them in the buff, entering and leaving the hot spring or being hugged by me while naked.

…I figured it was fine for the kids as long as they were small.

It’s a relationship where open sex on a scale of tens of people is accepted. Considering how I got to this position, it was hard to keep it hidden from them.

The worst thing for their education was those cat beastmen with their strange sense of normalcy (and their frequent arousal), but even so, I couldn’t just say, “I won’t accept cats anymore since we had kids.”

After all, there were those who insisted that "nakedness is culture," mainly the dark elves and the maia.

But now, as I’m being pestered by Elenia like this, I can’t help but think...

It’s not enough to just act confidently.

Even if you frequent the halls of a fully nude culture, girls don’t want to see their fathers acting all lovey-dovey. In fact, even Minister Ashton is respected by his children while still being looked down upon.

He might be a desirable mate to his wives, but to his children, he’s nothing of the sort. Of course, I’m the same.

But...

"I understand that your eldest daughter is absolutely adorable. However, you have many other daughters and sons, so as the head of the household, you shouldn’t be swayed by just one opinion."

In the middle of the hot spring area, Aurora leans into me, repeatedly guiding my hand toward her bottom. Of course, she’s fully naked.

She hasn’t changed much since we first met. She still doesn’t have any children, so the children call her "Aurora-nee."

"Touching breasts is Andy’s job. In fact, putting it in is his job."

And the one rubbing my dick at high speed is Luna.

As a mother of six children (she’s had two sets of triplets), I thought her figure might start to change, but instead, she seems even more attractive than when she was younger.

It’s not about a change in my preferences… It’s the effects of the holy spring and Hilda-san’s beauty techniques that are benefiting all the female slaves.

Luna, perhaps as a side effect of childbirth, had breasts that were about twice as big as they were when we first met, making them incredibly firm and leaving the other elf girls envious. Her face and skin still looked like she was in her early twenties.

“Raising children is important, but it’s not enough to just raise them to be too perfect. Andy’s a celebrity now.”

“But still…”

“Even if you think about it, half-elf elves are persecuted everywhere. But Andy planted roots here in Polka, brought humans and elves together, called people from Celesta and Karlwin… He made sure they could all live as themselves no matter what. If you’re the child of someone like that, clinging to the idea of normalcy based on Trot’s standards would just make you unhappy.”

“But I want Ele to like me too. It’d be easy to say it’s Ele’s fault for not fitting in, but I like her as she is now.”

“You’re such a doting parent.”

“Yes, he is.”

The two senior female slaves nodded in agreement.

Then, there were the sounds of splashing footsteps.

“First of all…”

Her bare, radiant body fully exposed, Apple kicked through the water in the white bathtub and approached us.

"Ele-chan, you really like Andy-san, don’t you?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Yes, indeed."

"Well… but recently, your eyes have been so cold…"

"If you were truly disgusted, you wouldn’t come here to watch Andy-san touch other women. You could just live in the city without coming here."

"Y-yeah, but still…"

"Besides, according to Trotto, most normal girls would say that seeing their father naked is unthinkable by the time they’re 10. That’s what most people in town used to say."

"I’d say it’s a problem with our upbringing."

Even now, Eleenia still comes here and doesn’t hide anything from me.

But that’s because our family is like this. In other families, such behavior would be considered indecent and should be discouraged.

"It’s because you like him. Kids can’t help but talk about things they notice."

"No, I’d probably be disappointed if my father spent the whole day surrounded by lewd women with his dick hanging out, completely absorbed in their breasts."

"That’s because it feels like the mother is being betrayed. But there aren’t any women here who are disillusioned with Andy-san, right?"

"You guys are over-emphasizing this style just because you want to get naughty, aren’t you?"

"Andy-san is just being too sensitive."

"Yeah."

"If they’re going to leave, then let them. That’s what a good parent does. Kids eventually grow up and leave the nest."

"Ugh, don’t talk about Ele leaving or something."

Even if you call me an overbearing parent, I don’t mind. It’s every father’s nightmare to see his adorable daughter turn her most beautiful face to another man.

Of course, I know I’d be a terrible parent if I didn’t accept that someday, but… well, I guess I’m expecting Ele to have a normal sense of things because I’m imagining that kind of scenario.

By the way, Luna and Apple are called "Luna Mama" and "Apple Mama." Apparently, both the children and the female slaves find it uncomfortable to call all the female slaves "Mama," so until they become mothers, they’re called "Onee-san."

…That’s why we end up with the confusing situation where Julie, the anal-loving blue dragon, calls her mother Michele "Onee-san" instead of "Mama."

"After leaving 'Vapor Palace,' we walk through the evening streets."

The sunset fades into the western ridge of the snake, and a brief moment of blue darkness descends.

I raced back to the house where my father and mother were, looking forward to dinner. It was a sweet, nostalgic moment.

And now, even so, it’s still a lively town with lights burning brightly.

It’s not quite a city, but I think it’s gotten a lot livelier in the 15 years since I returned.

“Dad… he worked pretty hard, you know.”

I can’t say for sure how much of this lively revival of Polka is due to me.

But I’m certain that I was the one who took the first step toward making this scene possible.

You were born in this town, a brat who only knew how to squeeze apples. Yet you still wished for a kind town that would welcome you when you were born, and thanks to everyone’s support, it came true… That’s something to be proud of.

It’s okay to be proud of that much.

“I’m not just some useless old man who can only make stupid toys… I’m sure if they knew I was your father, everyone would envy me.”

I muttered these words to no one in particular.

As I gazed at the town’s lights.

“I know.”

"Hey."

I was startled when someone called out to me from behind.

I was so startled that I tripped over my own feet and fell.

"I-it hurts..."

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

"Hey, Elly!"

"Here I am! I thought you’d noticed me following you, so I answered! I thought Andy was being romantic or something!"

"...Wait, you didn’t notice me at all? Were you in the palace?"

"...Well, you looked so down when you went to the palace."

I’d been followed.

And they probably heard me complaining about it to Aurora and Luna. Elves have pretty good hearing, after all.

"It just makes me look like an idiot."

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

"I didn’t say I didn’t like my birthday present! And I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad or anything!"

Elenia spoke sharply, her tone angry.

Stop it. Dad is a creature who takes damage unconditionally whenever he hears the voices of kids around your age.

"Sure, I think giving it to Peter right away was a mistake, but—"

"...But you’ve never called me 'Dad,' have you?"

"That’s not my age!"

"...No, Dad is Dad no matter how old you get. It’s not normal to suddenly switch to being formal all of a sudden."

"You do it!"

You do it?

I don’t know. It’s a cultural thing.

Or maybe it’s punishment for trying to casually force an all-naked culture on me.

This is... I don’t want Mama and the sisters to keep taking over Andy forever! Plus, my body’s almost as big as Irina-nee’s now! So...

"Wait, hold on. I feel like I’m about to hear something really bad."

"But since he’s Mama’s child, I think it’ll probably be a nice size for Andy!"

"OK, calm down, Eri. Stop."

I think I’m starting to get it.

This is heading in a bad direction.

It’s that whole thing about not being recognized as a woman if you call him "Papa," isn’t it?

"I don’t really care how nice your chest turns out, I’m not planning on touching it or anything."

"Why not?"

"Because my daughter’s chest is not something to be touched that way."

"But Andy, you always end up with both parents, right? Like Julie-nee and Michela-nee, or Mya-nee and Asti-nee, or that cat beastman colony girl Anis and... what was her name?"

"Tanya-san. Those people are the ones who fertilized them, after all."

"Anyway, Mama and I are mother and daughter."

"There's a deeper gap between touching someone else's child and touching your own child than there is between the ocean and the sky."

"What's the ocean?"

"I'll take you sometime, so don't get too attached to that idea for now."

"No way! I'm definitely doing it! Even if I have to ask Tetsuma Mama for help, I'm doing it!"

"What do you mean 'doing it'? And never rely on Tetsuma, absolutely not!"

"I want to be with Andy every single day too! So I guess I have no choice, huh?"

She liked me more than I thought.

That's fine. It's fine, but...

My daughter had been contaminated by too many diverse values.

Listen, Elly. Papa didn't make children with that intention. I think it's awful for a father to look at his own daughter like that.

And Tetsuma. Don't just appear behind Elly without warning.

Where did that even come from? I’m scarier than any horror movie right now.