By the time Basson was still fumbling with sleeve lengths, Polka had already turned into a winter landscape.
The coniferous forests were draped in snow, and the grasslands had transformed into blinding white deserts.
I used to cry for no reason at that utterly desolate sight when I was a child, now looking back on it with nostalgia. A world stretching endlessly in every direction, stripped of all color... though perhaps that was just a misunderstanding, or maybe a daydream.
When you're young and life is so short, tomorrow feels impossibly far away; next spring seems like a distant future so remote you might even doubt if it'll truly come.
No matter how many times my parents told me, "Once spring arrives, the world will turn green again," that promise always felt like it belonged to some unreachable horizon.
...I once mentioned this to Anzeros, and he just said, "So that's what seeing the world from the countryside feels like." Being raised in the city, where he encounters so many different things every single day, he apparently couldn't understand why anyone would feel despair over a snowy scene.
Everyone else was either from places with little snow or from ancient barriers within forests where winter never comes, so only Neia and Johnny really empathized. Keir, being an idiot, just ended it with "What the hell is that?"

When I asked the children about it, they simply didn't understand the worldview I felt—that the whole world had turned completely white.
"If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter; things are always normal there."
"I'm looking forward to staying at Tark during the Spirit Festival!"
"Tark sounds great! Can't I get invited to Cosmo's mom's place sooner?"
Peter got hit with a stunned look from Elenia. Claudio remained, as always, an angel.
Still, it's amusing to think that thanks to dragons, we've been living on a completely different scale from the very beginning.
By the way, the Spirit Festival is a tradition where all the dragons gather the children of Polka and send them to Tark, so everyone can enjoy Onyx's party together. Once that's done, they return immediately for Polka's New Year's celebration.
Among the children, Tark's Spirit Festival seems to be seen as a recreational trip, while Polka's New Year's is more like a recital or presentation.
In reality, the main branch of House Onyx is incredibly indulgent toward our kids. They host grand parties where they let them eat their fill, and give out presents and pocket money too. There's no discrimination among them—not just for children with Ashton Minister's bloodline, but also for cat-beastfolk hybrids, white elf half-breeds, of course the prostitutes from Cosmo's household, or even Peter.
I started thinking that once we hit over a hundred kids, it might become troublesome, but the magnificent Nancy said, "If you're stingy when these children are so excited about it, can this really be called a banquet of the greatest Dark Elf merchant guild?" and Carlos had no choice but to agree.
But please stop saying things like, "If anyone lays a hand on my daughter, I'll absolutely cut them down regardless of how angry Nancy gets!" every time you see my face. The kids are imitating it too much! And besides, my daughter is only five; that's way too young.

###PARA

As for the children who rarely participate in such events, it's inevitably those from Tetes due to their place of residence.

There are twin siblings: the older sister is Sonia, and the younger brother is Tyrus. Especially Tyrus is expected as the next Marquis of Buster and is doted on by his grandfather, Grandpa Eagle.

"Long time no see, Father."

"Yeah, it's been two months."

I regularly visit the Marquis's mansion in Rennest to meet with the siblings.

Most other children live in Polka anyway, and if winter comes, they'll come to Polka Academy and see each other every day. But these two are different.

Grandpa Eagle took matters into his own hands regarding the naming rights, so while it wouldn't be impossible to forcibly bring them to Polka, living there wouldn't necessarily offer them a better life than what they have here. Besides, Tetes seems to display elegant social graces as the Marquis of Buster whenever he's around here, so I don't think it's right to force too much truth about their mother onto the children.

Still, I'm wondering lately if this kind of life is a bit correct for a father... or maybe not...

After all, isn't love what truly matters? Well, in my case... with over 200 children... and spending about half the day mating in the palace... it's complicated.

Despite the troubles, the siblings are growing up wisely, fitting both their noble status and their heritage as Tetes' offspring.

"Father, I have a question today."

"Hmm? Well, since you're my child, just ask normally without any preamble."

"Yes. Actually... the other day, Mother and I visited the headquarters of the Gauntlet Knights," Tyrus said, shaking his neatly trimmed hair in a boyish manner while making an odd expression.

"As soon as Grand Knight Commander Ferios saw me, he collapsed... and it seems somehow my fault. Mother and Knight Commander Berga isolated us in separate rooms. After some time, we were released."

"...Hmm."

"It appears to be related to Father... but when I asked Mother, she didn't give a clear answer."

"...Well, Tyrus, I think it's because you look like me."

"Huh? That's often said," he replied.

If I dressed up my childhood self as a noble lady, I'd become Tyrus. He looks so much like me that I can assert it with certainty.

In this regard, setting aside Peter who inherited the name, it seems the legitimate line of the Smaysion family has gone to Tyrus.

"Could it be that Father also reacts the same way when meeting Grand Knight Commander Ferios?"

"…I'll try a bit harder next time I meet you, but maybe it's because seeing your face caught me off guard."

I look away. When Ferris is forced to sit with me, he inevitably transforms into Black Ferris. He won't actually attack, of course, but he insists on wearing his mask and claiming to be someone else entirely.

As the head of Gold Arms, I really hope you'll stop these eccentricities soon. Or rather, Mr. Alex (the former Lord Buster) keeps asking me every time we meet, "Can't you do something about this?" It's genuinely awkward when he says it to me.

"It's no good… but honestly, the resemblance isn't your fault."

The head of Gold Arms is a national hero.

While the former Lord Buster, once known as the Demon Man, and the other three from my youth have all retired, new Gold Arms are emerging. Among them, I remain immensely popular in Renfanggas thanks to my combat prowess utilizing Earth Drive and my striking appearance.

Yet, I can't even have a proper conversation with someone like that. It's hardly pleasant for either of us.

"…But Mom and Sonia always say it's wonderful that I look like Dad."

"That's just… well,"

"…?"

"Hair… I think."

"…Y-yes, I suppose. That's reassuring."

The former Lord Buster once grew his hair back with magic, but the Queen told him, "It feels wrong," so he gave up on hair transplants. His receding hairline has now gone all the way to the back of his head.

Thinking about that bloodline sends even a twelve-year-old shuddering.

Of course, just because we share facial features doesn't mean my hair will behave the same way. There's still a chance I'm purely a member of the Buster family in that regard.

Don't get careless, son. I think things will probably work out if you come to Polka, but…

Sonia bears no resemblance to me at all.

Her delicate, bright golden hair curls tightly at the tips, her eyelashes are long, her jawline is slim, and her refined features scream "noble lady." She looks perfect in any of those overly ornate noble gowns.

It's strange that despite being twins with Tyrus, she doesn't resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks more like their mother.

In stories like this, it's a classic trope for someone to wonder, "Is he really my child?" But since my younger twin brother is so much like me, there's absolutely no room for doubt.

Still, Eagle's feelings are somewhat understandable given the age gap and how stunningly beautiful she is.

…Yet, despite that, she seems to have inherited Tetes' talent as a warrior; her physical abilities are extraordinarily high.

"Dad, you were here."

"Yeah, I said I'd come… but where did you go?"

"To the Gauntlet Knights' training facility!"

"…Didn't Grandpa Eagle forbid that? Said it could leave scars on your face."

"No worries, no worries. Mom even said, 'Go to Polka; any injury will heal there, so just give it a shot.'"

"…So you want to join the Gauntlet Knights?"

"Hmm, not really? I just find swordsmanship interesting. I might even beat Berga soon."

"…No, yeah. It's impressive, but if you get seriously hurt, I can see why Grandpa would be angry."

Berga, is he really going to let a twelve-year-old like me almost defeat him? He's probably just holding back and letting me get cocky.

…But on the other hand, there's that nagging thought: "Maybe…" No wait, if she's not seriously considering joining the Gauntlet despite her age, what does that mean? If she has high aspirations as a warrior, that's fine, but if not, I really hope she stops putting herself in danger with those beautiful combat drills.

Sure, injuries can be healed by going to Polka or relying on Break Cores, but that's only if the injury doesn't kill you. There's still a one-in-a-million chance of dying in a training accident. I don't want to imagine that.

"Anyway, why does getting stronger mean joining the Gauntlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn't fun at all. If anything, letting a dragon breathe on you would be faster."

"That kind of counting by 'dragon breathes' is something Dad shouldn't even think about."

Well, we do end up responding to Renfanggas's requests and aiding in major monster invasions every year.

But doing it too much affects international relations, so lately, we've been holding back from wiping them out completely. Still, the fact that I hold the command authority might be causing some distortion in my daughter's perception of things.

"Anyway, if you have the arms to become a Gauntlet Knight, you should definitely aim for Ace Knight. Foreigners can take the exam and get awarded one too, right?"

"…Why would Ace Knight be better?"

"Because they get songs written about them."

That's the reason?

...Well, sure, I haven't really heard many bards sing about Gauntlet Knights. Probably because if you're just kicking monsters' asses all day, there's not much story to make into a heroic epic.

"If we're going to do this, I'd rather be the star of some great hero poem like Siegfried Becker!"

"...Y-Yeah, that sounds good."

"Aww, but... if I become an Ace Knight, I'll have to work for the Celesta Army. Then my dream..."

"...No, you can still pursue other dreams through different channels."

"...Mm-hmm."

A twelve-year-old with a thousand dreams. Not bad.

The beautiful girl, who bears no resemblance to her parents, shifts her gaze slightly and blushes.

"...I want to work alongside Mom just like Dad does..."

"Ahh... well..."

As a child's dream, it's perfectly healthy. Seeing their parents' example, she admires them and wishes to follow in their footsteps.

Her parents might even be moved to tears by this.

But first off, Tetes is already putting on quite the air of a capable noble here—meaning there's a disconnect between her image and reality.

And that reality involves me and the other female slaves flying around the world while constantly engaging in sex in our "flying fuck room," occasionally handling negotiations for the S&F Foundation's operations.

Even though we've been using contraception since having two kids, Tetes—who looks barely twenty despite being in her thirties thanks to frequent visits to Polka—is well into her prime as a woman and her libido is only growing stronger.

Having my daughter aspire to become a mother like that... I'm not sure if I should encourage it or worry about it.

"Swordsmanship is fun, and I admire heroic poems too... but yeah, I still want to work with Mom."

"...Go for it. But I think Sonia has plenty of other talents as well, surely."

I offer encouragement while looking away.

She's only twelve. She can change her dreams many times over; maybe she'll find something else that suits her better.

It's just too awkward to reveal the truth about her father and mother from me.

"Oh... one more thing."

"Mm-hmm."

"...Once I've gained some confidence, I want to settle things with Frena of Grance."

"Settle it!?"

What's Frena even doing? You never could cut it with a sword in the end, could you?

"...The other day, when we met at Polka, she threw a spider toy at me... and I was so shocked I almost leaked..."

"............"

Frena. If you don't stop pranking everyone indiscriminately, you're going to die.

"I chased her seriously but she got away... oh well, I've finally figured out how to use Earth Drive properly too, so this time I'll make her apologize."

"...Let me or Tetes handle that. We'll set up a proper reconciliation meeting."

"That won't work! Something's wrong!"

The beautiful noble girl grits her teeth, frustration seeping through her words.

No, honestly, even if Polka is said to fix things, I don't want my daughters going at each other for real.

But... yeah, if the parents intervene and force a resolution while on business trips, resentment will only fester anyway.

"...So when I meet Sonia next time, I'll take the initiative and do a full-on sincere apology first."
The "flying fuck room" takes off from Lennest.
From the window, I wave goodbye to the children, then turn back inside and let out a sigh.
...Actually, Frena came along this time too. That was close.

Since I've been hanging out with Mia around town, there's always a chance we might run into each other by accident.

"Kneeling like that? That's ridiculous. Sonia gets all teary over such a tiny prank; she's just weird."

Frena turns her head sharply to the side... clad in a bra without cups and panties without crotch, in nothing but erotic lingerie.

She's still too young to carry any real allure, but being dressed like this in the "sex room" is clearly meant as a countermove against Elenia.

That's right—Elenia is here too, wearing almost the exact same outfit.

Of course, I didn't give any orders for this nonsense.

"Well, Sonia's pretty fickle anyway; she'll forget about it by spring♪ And now, Master, please pull out your little dick♪"

There's also Tetes, the current Count Buster acting as our leader, dressed in the same ridiculous getup.

"...No way, you're really going to make me do this? With a kid? This has to be totally out of bounds."

"Master, what we're about to do isn't breeding—it's just some skinship."

"Skinship that involves using your penis is never 'just' skinship."

"Both of you confirmed everything so thoroughly; stop whining. If you keep acting up, Elenia will get annoyed."

"W-wait a minute! But... where does this even start?"

On the way to Lennest, Tetes had proposed it and I'd enthusiastically shown him how serious I was about having real sex.

If he was so interested, instead of hesitating and hiding things, I should have just shown him the truth and shocked him... so I ejaculated roughly four times into each of Tetes' three holes.

Tetes prefaced it all by saying, "This is what lovers do; fathers don't usually do this. If I had to choose between doing this with that old eagle guy or dying, I'd rather be killed outright," and then he indulged himself thoroughly—but the two of us watching intently didn't feel afraid at all.

Elenia has always had abnormal desires directed toward me anyway, but Frena is probably just trying to compete with Elenia for half her actions. At least I thought I could make her drop out... but so far, that goal remains unfulfilled.

"It's okay, it's okay. Fellatio is safe, Papa-san♪"

"...Yeah, there's no way a girl touching her father's dick is normal."

I slowly and painfully erect my penis for Tetes and offer it to both daughters.

Elenia dives in immediately, while Frena squints her eyes but still leans closer.

Tetes places his hands behind my waist and gently moves my penis up and down with a swaying motion.

"It smells so erotic, doesn't it? The scent of fatherhood... the smell of all that fucking you did just now with me♪"

"...Y-yes..."

"...It stinks."

What kind of situation is this really? Sighing, I try to hide even a tiny bit of the arousal that's already started.

My eldest daughter Elenia, whom I've raised carefully. Frena, who bounces back but has a lonely heart at her core and loves getting attention.

My two adorable daughters are leaning their faces toward my penis, ready to give me fellatio.

This situation is truly wrong, yet I can't completely deny the strange surge of excitement I'm feeling.

"...Nnn..."

And then...

Elenia slowly closes her eyes with hesitation and kisses the side of my glans.

Seeing this, Frena wiggles her lips, unsure whether to say something or just keep competing, her small mouth twisting in confusion as she looks up at me.

She squeezes her eyes shut, shrugs it off with a "whatever," sticks out her tongue, and licks the opposite side of my glans like she's probing it.

"...Eh..."

"No, seriously, if you hate it just stop anytime, Frena. You don't have to force yourself."

"...It doesn't taste good... b-but really, why don't you put some sugar on it...?"

"...Putting sugar on a penis is a bit much."

She's still a kid, I realize, and calm down.

But Elenia watches Frena's reaction, smiles, and then takes my glans into her mouth as if claiming it all for herself.

"Aaaah..."
"♪"
Elenia kept her mouth wrapped around just the glans, teasing the underside of the corona with her tongue.
Normally, she could handle it. Fellatio was something both Tetes and Anzelo were good at; Apple and the other dragons, as well as the prostitutes, would often challenge him to prove their superiority over those mere daughters who only offered their bodies in hopes of pregnancy.
But now that his beloved daughter had finally accepted his cock into her mouth, knowing it was an act to make him cum... yet he'd let his mucous membranes meet it anyway... a shock that was neither excitement nor despair rippled through his body.
And then, slightly after realizing that this physical pleasure had compensated for everything else, he tried to hold back, but his body was heading straight for ejaculation.
With just the feel of his daughter's lips, tongue, and upper jaw, the father felt utterly shameless.

"Eh... E-leria...!!"

"Nn... uh...!?"

He ejaculated.
The sensation of super-concentrated seed rushing through the urethra went wild with a drrrurururu sound, and a moment later he slammed the filth into his daughter's mouth without any mercy.
"Neh... n, ng... nyaah, buh... nnuu... ♪"
Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation right down her throat.
I don't taste it myself, but daughters who can suddenly drink semen are rare. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmo's place, there were girls who could only manage to hold it in and then spit it out.
But Elenia... she narrowed her eyes, occasionally gagging, letting some overflow from the corners of her mouth while moving her throat.
Was it a mental shock from the sudden ejaculation? A defensive reaction against the masculine scent that she'd never experienced in her life before? Or perhaps gratitude for having her wish fulfilled? While tears streamed down her face and her mouth was made sloppy by the semen, she didn't let go of his cock.
For a fleeting moment, my concern as a father vanished, and I thought, "What a lewd daughter."
After all, that's Selen's daughter.
Selen and my daughter.
Some part of me came to terms with the fact that she was supposed to be lewd, and in disgust at myself, I hastily pulled out my cock and tried to show care.
"Oh, hey... s-sorry, I got careless... Are you okay, Elenia?"
"Efu... efu, kefu... hehe, drank Andi's... semen."
"t... t..."
Elenia made a terrible face but laughed anyway.
A shiver-inducing sensuality.
The confidence and superiority of feeling "I know what men are like," along with the will that felt like an ultimatum—"I've tasted your semen"—made me tremble anew at the magnitude of my sin.
And then, another daughter was frantically devouring his lower half as a father's.
"Nn... n, it's really... delicious... something like this...!"
"Frena... hey, wait...!"
"You're eating this so happily... hmu, nn... slurp... I can't believe it... ♪"
Wait, why was she licking while saying that? So carefully.
But I couldn't utter a word. My instincts were tied up in rejection by her daughter's fervent tongue worship.
Tetes smiled.
"...Don't panic... there's plenty of time until Polka,♪"

That night, the daughters continued to suckle their father's penis repeatedly until their bellies swelled with semen.
In the end, I lay down without even the willpower to think.
...This is bad stuff.

While Basson is still debating the length of sleeves for winter, Polka has already seen the winter scenery.
The coniferous forest was covered in snow and the grasslands turned into a white desert.
I remember crying at how lonely it looked as a child, without any reason. It felt like an endless world devoid of color... or rather, that's what I imagined.
As a child with such little life experience, even tomorrow seemed distant. The future was so far off that I doubted if next spring would ever come.
No matter how many times my parents told me the world would turn green again in spring, it felt like something unreachable in the distance.
...When I told Anzeros about this, he said, "That's what the world looks like from a rural area." He was raised in the city and experiences so many different things every day that he couldn't understand why anyone would be so despondent over snow.
Everyone else either came from places with little snow or were from ancient barriers where winter never comes, so only Neia and Johnny could empathize. Kiel just said "What's that?" and left it at that.
When I asked the kids about it, they didn't even understand my feeling of the world turning completely white.
"You can go to places like Celesta on a dragon even in winter,"
"I'm looking forward to staying over at Tark for the Spirit Festival."

"Sounds good, Talc. I wish they'd let me in to see Cosmos Mama sooner too." Peter gets a dumbfounded look from Elenia. Claudius is still an angel as usual.

But it's kind of amusing how the scales are different for those who’ve been alive since the beginning thanks to dragons.

By the way, the Spirit Festival usually involves all the dragons gathering at Polka and sending the kids there to Talc, where they enjoy a party with Onyx. Once that’s over, they return right away for Polka's New Year festival.

Among the kids, it seems like the Spirit Festival is more of an entertainment trip while the New Year festival in Polka is like a performance event.

Actually, our kids get spoiled by the Onyx main family—big parties with lots of food and presents, not to mention pocket money. It’s not just the kids who have Ashton Minister's blood; cat-humanoids, half-white elves, and even children of Cosmo’s prostitutes and Peter are treated equally.

I was starting to think it would be a nuisance once we hit over a hundred people, but when Great Nancy said, "How can this be called the grand party of Dark Elves' largest trading company if I’m stingy about kids looking forward to it so much?" Carlos didn’t argue anymore.

But please don't say every time you see my face that “If anyone touches my daughter, no matter how angry Nancy gets at me, I’ll definitely cut them down!” The kids are mimicking you too often because of this. Also, your daughter is only five years old; it’s way too early for anything.

Among the children who don’t participate much in such events, there are Tetes’ kids due to their living base.
The twins are Sonia and Tyrus. Especially the younger brother is expected to be the next Lord Baster and is doted on by his grandfather, Eagle.

“Long time no see, Father.”

“It’s been two months.”

I visit the Marquis of Renne’s estate regularly to meet my siblings. The others mostly live in Polka and I’ll be seeing them every day at Polka Academy anyway once winter comes around. But these two are different.

Eagle the Elder has already secured their names, so if I really wanted to, I could bring them to Polka. However, even if I did, they wouldn’t have a better life than this noble lifestyle here. Besides, it seems that when Tetes is here, he acts like a proper Marquis of Buster and shows off his splendid social graces, so maybe it’s not right to burden him with the truth about his mother.

But lately, I’ve been wondering if this kind of life is really appropriate for a father… or am I overthinking things?

Still, isn’t love what matters most? Well, in my case, there are over two hundred kids. Plus, I spend half my day screwing around at the Palace.

Despite these worries, my siblings have grown up nobly and cleverly.

“Father, I have a question.”

“What is it? And since you’re my kid, just ask me directly.”

“Ah. Actually… I visited the Gauntlet Knights’ barracks with my mother the other day.”

Tilse shook her neatly trimmed hair in a manner befitting her upbringing, and made an odd expression.

“The Grand Knight Ferios collapsed when he saw me… apparently it was my fault, so Mother and Commander Berga isolated me in another room. But I was released after a while.”

“…………Yeah.”

“It seems to have something to do with Father… but even when I ask Mother, she doesn’t explain clearly.”

“…That’s probably because you look like me, Tilse.”

“That is often said of me.”

If I dressed a noble boy in my clothes as a child, he would turn into Tilse. She looks that much like me.

In this regard, it might be considered that the family line went to Tilse instead of Peter, who inherited the name.

“By any chance… does Father also act like that when he meets Grand Knight Ferios?”

“...When I see you, it’s probably because I’m not trying hard enough. But maybe it was a surprise seeing your face.”

I can’t help but look away. Whenever Feliore and I have to be in the same room together, he turns into Black Feliore. He doesn’t attack me, though; instead, he insists that he’s someone else by wearing a mask.

He’s already the head of Gold Arm, so it’s about time he stopped with his antics. Actually, Mr. Alex (the former Duke Buster) keeps asking why I can’t get him to stop every time we meet. It’s really annoying when he asks me that.

“I’m sorry... it’s not your fault you look like me.”

The head of Gold Arm is a national hero.

Including the former Duke Buster who was called a demon, all three others from my younger days have retired already. But amidst new Gold Arms emerging, his combat prowess and handsome appearance still make him immensely popular in Renfangas.

And yet I can barely talk to this person. It’s not exactly pleasant.

“...But Mother and Sonia always say they’re glad that I look like Father.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“...?”

“I think it’s my hair…”

“…Y-Yes, that’s reassuring.”

Once he had tried to grow his hair back with magic, but the queen told him “it just doesn’t look right,” so he gave up and now his hairline has receded all the way to the back of his head.

Considering his bloodline, even a twelve-year-old would shudder at that thought. Of course, it’s not certain whether my hair properties are similar to mine just because we look alike. There is still a possibility that this trait alone belongs to the Buster family.

Don’t let your guard down, son. I think you’ll probably be fine if you come to Polka.

Sonia doesn’t really resemble me at all.
Her delicate golden hair curls at the ends, her lashes are long and her chin is slender—her face is perfectly aristocratic. She looks good in any of those overly decorated noble outfits.
Even though she’s a twin with Tyrus, for some reason she doesn’t look like Teetes either. According to Teetes, she resembles his mother.
　In stories, this kind of situation often leads to the question “Is he really my child?” but since my twin brother looks just like me, there is no doubt about it.

She's a real beauty, so I can kind of understand why Mr. Eagle went for her despite their age difference.

...But she’s also got an incredible physical ability, as if she inherited Tettes' talent as a warrior.

"Hey, Dad!"

"Yeah, I told you I'd be here… So where were you?"

"At the Gauntlet Knights training facility!"

"...Didn't Grandpa Eagle forbid that? He said it could leave scars on your face."

"Nah, nah. Mom said 'If you go to Polka, any injury will heal, so go for it.'"

"...You want to join the Gauntlet Knights?"

"Hmm, not really? I just find sword fighting interesting. And I almost got a hit in against Mr. Bergha."

"…Yeah, well, if you get seriously injured, I can understand why Grandpa would be angry."

Berga, are you really going to lose to my 12-year-old? Are you just letting her get ahead by holding back?

...But there's also a part of me that wonders if maybe she’s actually strong enough. On the other hand, I can’t help but wonder what she means by not even trying for the Gauntlet Knights despite being this good. If she has some noble aspiration as a warrior, fine, but otherwise, I’d rather my beautiful daughter didn’t risk herself in dangerous combat training.

Sure, if she gets hurt, we could take her to Polka or have Breakcore heal her, but that’s assuming it only ends up as an injury. There is still the possibility of fatal accidents during training. I don’t want to imagine such a thing happening.

「Anyway, why does becoming stronger mean joining the Gauntlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn’t fun. It would be faster if she just got hit by dragon breath.」

「I think you’re counting dragon breaths wrong, Dad.」

It’s true that we usually help out with monster invasions every year when Renfangas requests it.

But we don’t want to overdo it and affect international relations, so recently we’ve been holding back from wiping them all out. Still, the fact that I have control over this might be causing some distortion in my daughter’s perception of reality.

「If she has the talent for Gauntlet Knights, why not just go for Ace Knight? She can take the test and get it if she’s a foreigner too, right?」

「...Why would you want her to be an Ace Knight?」

「She could become a song.」

For that reason?

...Well, yeah. I don't really hear many ballads about Gauntlet Knights. Maybe because they're mostly fighting monsters and there's not much of a story to it.

"If only I could be the main character in an epic like Sieg Becker!"

"...Yeah."

"But you know, once you become an Ace Knight, you have to work for the Selcata army. So my dream..."

"...Well, maybe there are other dreams too?"

"...Yeah."

She was a twelve-year-old full of dreams.

The beautiful girl who didn't look anything like her parents blushed slightly and looked away.

"...I want to work with Dad just like Mom."

“Ah... umm.”
As a child’s dream, it was quite wholesome. Seeing her parents and aspiring to be like them, wanting to do the same job.
A parent might feel moved by such sentiments.
But first of all, Tettes here is acting very much like an able noble—though she’s not really what she pretends to be.
And that reality involves her fucking nonstop with me and other female slaves in a flying fuck room while traveling around. Occasionally, she also handles negotiations for the S&F Foundation’s business.
She uses contraception after having two kids, but thanks to her frequent travels, Tettes looks like she’s barely twenty even though she’s over thirty. As a woman, she’s at her sexual peak and getting hornier by the day.
It was hard to know whether it was right or wrong to encourage her daughter to aim for such a motherly role...
“I find swordsmanship interesting too, and I admire hero songs... but yeah. I really want to work with Mom.”
“...Y-Yeah, go for it. But Sonia has lots of other talents as well, I’m sure.”
She looked away while cheering her on.

I’m still only twelve. I think it’s okay if I change my dreams a lot from now on, so could you help me with that?

I don’t really feel comfortable exposing the truth about Father and Mother myself.

“Um… Also…”

“Yeah?”

“I want to settle things with Frena when I build up enough confidence.”

“To settle things!?”

What’s Frena doing? You couldn’t even get good at sword fighting, could you?

“…When we met in Polka the other day, she threw a spider toy at me… and I ended up wetting myself from being so surprised…”

“…”

Frena. If you don’t stop pulling pranks on everyone, you’re going to die one of these days.

“I really chased after her, but she got away… Ah, I can finally get the Earth Drive out too. This time for sure, I’ll make her apologize.”

“…You should first talk to me or Tetses about that. We’ll set up a proper reconciliation meeting.”

“That’s not good enough! Something!”

The beautiful noble girl showed her frustration in her eyes.

Honestly, even if it heals with Polka, I really don’t like the idea of my daughters having a serious battle.

But… you’re right. If we force them to reconcile without addressing their issues, they’ll just hold grudges.

“So next time when I see Sonia, I should apologize first.”
The “flying fuck room” took off from Renest.
I waved at the kids through the window and sighed as I turned back inside… Actually, Frena was with me this time. It was a close call.

We had been wandering around town with Misha, so there was a chance we might run into her by accident.

“Kneeling in apology is such bullshit. Sonia’s the one who overreacts to little pranks like that and starts crying.”

Frena turned away pouting. …She wore erotic lingerie without cups or crotch lining. She still looked flat, so there was no sex appeal, but she was dressed this way as a show of defiance against Elenia.

That’s right—Elenia was also here in almost the same outfit.

Of course I didn’t tell them to dress like that.

“Anyway, Sonia forgets stuff like that pretty quickly anyway. By spring it’ll be all over her mind. So, master, please take out your dick~”

And there was the current Marquis of Buster, Tetes, also dressed in the same outfit as them.

“…Are you really going to let kids do this? This is definitely illegal.”

“My lord, what we’re doing now isn’t about making babies. It’s just skinship.”

"Using a penis for intimacy isn’t usually described as just that."

"You two have already confirmed your intentions, so please don’t drag this out any further. Elene will be disappointed with you."

"W-Wait a second. What exactly are you talking about?"

On the way to Rennest, I had shown them a full-on sex scene after Tethys proposed it.

If they were really interested, rather than beating around the bush and hiding things, I should just show them as is and shock them... that was my reasoning. So, I ended up cumming into each of her three holes about four times apiece.

Tethys had prepped us by saying something like “This kind of sex is usually between lovers, not father and daughter. If it were the old Eagle man, I’d fake a sickness to kill him.” But neither of them flinched at seeing her come so hard.

Elene’s already got some weird fetishes for me anyway, but Frena’s probably just trying to one-up Elene. I was hoping she would back down, but that hasn’t happened yet.

"It's okay, it's okay! Cunnilingus is safe, Papa♪"

"...Really, a girl touching her father’s dick is already out of the question."

I slowly thrust my semi-hardened cock into my daughters’ mouths.

Elenia leaned in as if to bite, while Frena moved closer despite her eyes darting around.

Tetes added a hand behind my waist and started pumping up and down.

"You can smell it, right? The scent of Dad's sperm from just now after we had our fun...♪"

"...Y-Yeah..."

"It stinks."

I sighed as I tried to hide the slight excitement that had built up inside me. Elenia was my beloved eldest daughter who I had raised with care; Frena, a rebellious girl at heart but one who loved being cared for.

Both of them were bringing their faces close to my cock and preparing to give it head.

The situation was definitely wrong, yet I couldn't completely deny the strange excitement that came with it.

"...Mn."

And then.

Elenia slowly closed her eyes with hesitation and kissed the side of the head of my penis.

Frena, seeing this, quivered her lips, unsure whether to say something or continue competing, and looked up at me. She squeezed her eyes shut, stuck out her tongue as if saying "so be it," and licked the opposite side of the head.

"...Ugh."

"If you really don't like it, just stop anytime, Frena. You don’t have to force yourself."

"It’s not tasty... r-really... why didn’t you put sugar on it..."

"Putting sugar on a dick is kind of weird."

She seemed so childish, I thought calmly.

But Elenia smiled at the sight and, as if she wanted to monopolize my penis, sucked the head into her mouth.

“Ah…!!”
“♪”
Elenia kept only the head of his penis in her mouth, teasing the frenulum with her tongue.
In theory, he should be able to handle it. Tetes was good at fellatio, and so were Angelos and Apple, as well as the dragons and prostitutes who often challenged him to prove their superiority over the mere girls who only offered themselves for impregnation.
But knowing that his beloved daughter had finally taken his penis into her mouth with the intent of making him cum, he felt an indescribable mix of excitement and despair ripple through his body.
And then, just a little too late, he realized that this sensation was enough to compensate for the physical pleasure, but by then it was too late. His body was already heading towards ejaculation.
His father came with only her lips, tongue, and upper palate.

“Eh… Elenia!!”

“Nn… nn…”

The thick, concentrated cum rushed through the urethra with a dull roar and mercilessly slammed into her mouth an instant later.
“Nn…nnng…nnah, buh…nnuuu…”
Elenia, however, welcomed this violent ejaculation straight down her throat.
Though I didn’t get to taste it myself, there weren’t many girls who could drink cum without hesitation. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmos’ place, some couldn’t do anything but throw up after swallowing.
But Elenia… she narrowed her eyes, sometimes gagged, and even let a bit overflow from the corner of her mouth as she swallowed.
Was it because of the mental shock from the sudden ejaculation? Or was it a defensive reaction to the unfamiliar male scent? Or perhaps sheer joy at fulfilling her wish?
Whatever the reason, she kept holding onto my cock while crying tears and having her face smeared with cum.
For an instant, I forgot about being a father and thought what a dirty girl she was.
Because this was Selen’s daughter.
This was our daughter.
Somehow, I convinced myself that it was okay for her to be like this, but then felt disgusted at my own thoughts and hastily pulled out, worried.

“H-Hey… I’m sorry, I got carried away… Are you okay, Ele?”

“Ehfu… ehfu, kehu… hehe, I drank your… cum, Andy.”

“…”
Ele laughed despite her terrible expression.
The erotic shiver ran down my spine.
I felt a sense of superiority and confidence from my daughter that she had known a man, as well as an almost threatening determination that she knew the taste of my semen. It made me tremble again at the enormity of this sin.

And then, my other daughter was greedily sucking on my lower half with reckless abandon.
“Nn… nnn… it’s so bad… This is…!”

“Frena… hey, wait a sec…”

“This is delicious… hmm, nn… churuu… I can’t believe you’re eating this like that…”

Wait, why are you saying that and then licking me so delicately? I can't even speak with my daughter's passionate tongue service binding my instincts.

Tetheus smiles.
"...No need to rush... There is plenty of time until Polka♪"

That night, the daughters sucked on their father’s cock repeatedly until his belly was swollen with cum. By the end, I had lost all will to think and lay there.

…This is really messed up.

While around Basson it is still the season of debating sleeve length, Polka has already turned into a winter landscape.
The coniferous forests are draped in snow, and the meadows are transformed into vast, white deserts.
I look back with nostalgia, remembering how, as a child, I would sometimes cry for no reason at such a lonely sight. It was a delusion—or perhaps a fantasy—that the world had become colorless, stretching on forever and ever.
In the brief window of childhood, even tomorrow feels far away. The future feels so distant that one might doubt if next year's spring will ever truly arrive.
No matter how much my parents told me, "The world will turn green again once spring comes," that truth felt far too unreachable to believe.
...When I shared this story with Unzero, he simply said, "I guess that's what the world looks like from the countryside." Having grown up in the city, he experiences so many different types of daily scenery that he couldn't quite grasp the feeling of despairing over a snowy landscape.
As for everyone else, they are either from places with little snow or from within the ancient barriers of forests where winter never arrives, so only Neia and Johnny could empathize. Keel, being an idiot, just ended the conversation with, "What on earth are you talking about?"

When I ask the children, they tell me they don't understand this concept of a world "turning all white."
"If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter, and it's just like always."
"I'm looking forward to staying in Taluk for the Spirit Festival."
"Taluk is great. I wish I could be brought to Cosmos-mama's place soon, too."
Peter stands there, gaping at Elenia. Claudio is, as always, an angel.
But still, it's fascinating to realize that because of the dragons, their very scale of living is different from the start.
By the way, it is a tradition during the Spirit Festival for all the dragons to transport the children gathered in Polka to Taluk so everyone can enjoy the Onyx party together. Once that is finished, they return immediately for Poloch's New Year Festival.
Among the children, the Taluk Spirit Festival is viewed as an excursion, while the Polka New Year Festival is like a recital.
In reality, the main Onyx family is incredibly indulgent with our children. At their grand parties, they get to eat their fill of fine food, and they even receive presents and pocket money. There is no discrimination; it’s not just the children of noble blood like the descendants of Minister Ashton, but also the half-breeds—cat-beastmen and white elves—and, of course, the children of the prostitutes in Cosmos-san's house and even Peter.
When the number of children reached over a hundred, I began to worry that it might become a nuisance. However, when the great Nancy declared, "With the children looking forward to it this much, can we truly call this the feast of the greatest merchant guild among the Dark Elves?" there was no way Carlos could disagree.
But please, don't say to me every time you see my face: "If you ever lay a finger on my daughter, I'll cut you down no matter how much Nancy scolds me!" You say it so often every single time that the children have started mimicking you. Besides, your daughter is only five; that is far too early for such talk.

The children who rarely participate in such events are the children of Tetes, due to the nature of their living situation.

A pair of twins: the sister, Sonia, and the brother, Tyrus. The brother, in particular, is expected to be the next Marquis Buster and is doted upon by his grandfather, old man Eagle.

"It has been a long time, Father."

"Yeah, two months."

I make regular trips to the Marquis Buster estate in Rennest to see them.

Most of the other children live in Polka, and even if they don't, they come to the Polka Academy in the winter, so I see them every day. But it doesn't work that way with these two.

Since I settled the matter through naming rights, it wouldn't be impossible to force them to live in Polka, but even if I brought them here, I couldn't provide them with a better life than they have there. Furthermore, while they are in Tetes, they apparently maintain a splendid noble presence as the heirs of Marquis Buster, so I feel it might be wrong to force the reality of their mother's situation upon them.

Still, I find myself wondering lately... is this way of living somewhat correct for a father? I'm not sure.

After all, isn't love the most important thing? Well, when I say "love," I mean in my specific case. I have over 200 children. And I also spend about half my day mating in the palace.

Despite my inner conflict, the siblings are growing up wise, both as nobles and as children of Tetes.

"Father. I have a question today."

"What is it? And look, since you're my child, just ask me normally without the preamble."

"Understood. Actually... the other day, I visited the Gauntlet Knights' outpost with my mother."

Tyrus swayed his neatly trimmed hair, looking like a proper young lord, as he made a strange expression.

"As soon as Grand Knight Felios saw me, he collapsed... and apparently, it was somehow my fault, so my mother and Knight Commander Belga sequestered me in a separate room. I was released after a while, though."

"......Right."

"It seems to be related to you, Father... but asking Mother doesn't lead to a clear answer."

"...That is because, Tyrus. I think it's because you take after me."

"Ha. I am often told that."

If you dressed my childhood self as a young noble, he would look exactly like Tyrus. I can say that with certainty, as Tyrus has a face that resembles mine perfectly.

In this regard, it may be that the legitimate line of the Smytson family passed to Tyrus, bypassing Peter, who inherited my name.

"Could it be, Father, that you also act like that when you meet Grand Knight Felios?"

"...I'll try to do a little better next time we meet... but I think it was just the shock of seeing you like this."

I averted my eyes. Whenever Ferios has to attend a meeting with me, he turns into "Black Ferios." He won't actually attack me, of course, but he wears a mask and insists he's a completely different person.
Since he's now the head of the Gold Arms, I really wish he'd stop this eccentric behavior. Or rather, Alex (the former Lord Buster) brings it up every single time we meet, asking if something can't be done about it. Honestly, don't look to me for help; I'm just as at a loss.

"Sorry... it's not your fault that we look so much alike."

The head of the Gold Arms is a national hero.
The former Lord Buster, known as the Demon King, along with the other three from my younger days, have all already retired. Yet, as new Gold Arms are being born, his combat prowess—utilizing his signature Earth Drive—and his handsome features have maintained an unshakeable popularity in Renfangas.
I can't even speak to him properly. It's probably not a pleasant feeling for him.

"...But Mother and Sonia always tell me they're glad I look like Father."

"Well, that's, uh..."

"...?"

"The hair... I think it's the hair."

"...I-I see. That's a relief."

The former Lord Buster's hairline—which he once tried to regrow with magic, only to be told by the Queen that "it's not quite right" and forced to abandon the hair transplant—has finally receded all the way to the back of his head.
Even as a twelve-year-old, thinking about that lineage sends a shiver down my spine.
Of course, just because our facial features are similar, I don't know if our hair properties are the same. That part might be strictly a Buster trait.
Don't let your guard down, my son. Though, I think if you come to Polka, we can probably work something out.

Sonia doesn't look like me at all.
Her delicate, light blonde hair curls at the tips, her eyelashes are long, and her chin is slender; her refined features are exactly what one would expect from a noble lady. She has that look where she could pull off even the most excessively ornate noble attire.
Strangely enough, despite being a twin with Tyrus, she doesn't resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks like her mother instead.
In stories, this is the classic setup for someone to doubt, "Is she really my child?" But since her twin brother is my spitting image, there's no room for doubt.
That said, she is beautiful enough that I can somewhat understand how Mr. Eagle could have fallen for Tetes's mother, despite their large age gap.
...And yet, perhaps because she inherited Tetes's martial talent, her physical abilities are incredibly high.

"Papa, you came!"

"Yeah, I told you I would... wait, where have you been?"

"The Gauntlet Knights' training grounds!"

"...Wasn't that forbidden by Gramps Eagle? Because of the risk of facial injuries?"

"It's fine, it's fine. Mama said, 'If you go to Polka, any injury can be healed, so just go for it.'"

"...Do you really want to join the Gauntlet Knights?"

"Hm, not particularly? It's just that swordsmanship is interesting. I think I can take a point off Belga-san soon."

"...Well, yeah. That's impressive, but when I think about you getting a serious injury, I can see why Gramps is angry."

Belga, are you really about to lose a point to my twelve-year-old? You're just holding back to let her get overconfident, right?

...But a part of me thinks, maybe... while another part thinks, What are you thinking, saying you won't join the Gauntlet just because you're that strong? If she has high aspirations as a warrior, fine, but if not, I wish she'd avoid such dangerous combat training for such a beautiful daughter.

It's true that if it's just an injury, she can be healed by going to Polka or relying on Break Core, but that's only if it stays an injury. In a one-in-a-million chance, a training accident could be fatal. I don't want to even imagine that.

"Besides, why is it the Gauntlet Knights once you get strong? Just fighting monsters isn't interesting. It would definitely be faster to just have a dragon breathe on them."

"I think it's a bit much of you, Papa, to count dragon breath that way."

I mean, it's true that every year we eventually respond to Renfangas's requests and assist in certain monster invasions.

But because going too far affects international relations, I've been refraining from wiping them all out lately. However, the fact that I hold the command authority seems to have caused a significant distortion in my daughter's perception of things.

"If I have the skill to become a Gauntlet Knight anyway, then Ace Knight is the way to go. Even foreigners can be granted it if they take the exam, right?"

"...Why is Ace Knight okay?"

"Because it can be turned into a song."

"Is that the reason?"

"...Well, I guess it's true that you don't hear bards making much of the Gauntlet Knights as subjects. I suppose it's because if they just scatter monsters, there isn't much of a story for a heroic epic."

"If we're going to do it, I'd rather be the protagonist of a grand heroic poem, like Sieg Becker!"

"...I-I see."

"Auuu, but you know... if I become an Ace Knight, I'll have to work for the Celesta Army. And then my dream would..."

"...Well, you could always have another dream on the side."

"...Yeah."

A twelve-year-old full of dreams. That is a good thing.

The beautiful girl, who bore no resemblance to her parents, averted her eyes, her face flushing slightly.

"...I want to work together with Papa, just like Mama..."

"Ah... uh..."

As a child's dream, it is perfectly wholesome. Watching one's parents, admiring them, and wishing to follow in their footsteps.
As a parent, I should perhaps be moved to tears.
However, for one, Tetes is currently playing the part of a highly capable noble here... meaning it's a far cry from reality.
And the reality is that we are flying around various regions, mating constantly in the "Flying Breeding Room" with me and the other female slaves, while occasionally negotiating business for the "S&F Foundation."
We have been using contraception since after we had our second child, but despite being in her thirties, Tetes—who looks like she's in her early twenties thanks to her frequent trips to Polka—is in the prime of her womanhood, and her libido is only getting stronger.
Whether it's a good idea to encourage our daughter to aim for a future like her mother's is... well, I'm not sure how to feel.

"Swordsmanship is interesting, and I admire heroic poems too... but, yeah. I really want to work with Mama."

"...D-Do your best. But I'm sure you have many other talents, Sonia, truly."

I encouraged her while looking away.

She is only twelve. I think it's fine if she changes her dreams many times from here on out. In fact, I hope she does.

I'm a bit hesitant to expose the truth about her father and mother to her.

"Oh. ...And also."

"Yeah."

"...Once I've gained enough confidence, I want to settle things with Frena of Grange."

"Settle things!?"

What on earth is Frena doing? Didn't you end up being no good with a sword?

"...When I saw her in Polka the other day, she threw a spider toy at me... and I was so shocked, I... I even wet myself."

"............"

Frena. You are seriously going to die if you don't stop playing pranks on everyone.

"I chased her with everything I had, but she managed to escape... I'm finally getting the hang of using Earth Drive, so this time, I'm going to make her apologize!"

"...For things like that, tell me or Tetes first. I'll arrange a proper place for you two to make up."

"That won't work! It just won't!"

The beautiful noble girl gritted her teeth in frustration.

No, seriously, no matter how much I say it can be resolved in Polka, I don't want a serious battle between daughters.

But then again... if the parents step in and force a resolution, it would likely leave a grudge.

"...And so, I told her that the next time she meets Sonia, she should strike first with a sincere prostrate apology."
The "Flying Breeding Room" departed from Rennest.
I waved to the children through the window, then turned back toward the interior of the room and let out a sigh.
...Actually, Frena had come along this time. That was a close one.

Since they had apparently been out playing around town with Maia, there was a chance we might have bumped into each other if I wasn't careful.

"I'm not going to grovel. It's just weird that Sonia cries so hard over such a little prank."

Frena turned away with a pout. ...She was dressed in erotic lingerie: a wireless bra and panties without a crotch.
She was still quite flat-chested, so she lacked sex appeal, but wearing such an outfit in a "sex room" was her way of competing with Elenia.
That's right. Elenia was here too, of course. Dressed almost exactly the same.
And no, I didn't instruct them to do this.

"Well, Sonia is quite fickle, so she'll have forgotten all about it by spring♪ More importantly, Master, please bring out your cock♪"

Leading the pack, dressed in the same manner, was the current Marquess Buster, Tetes.

"...No, seriously, are you really going to let them do this? To children? This is definitely crossing the line."

"Master, what we are about to do is not an act of conception, but mere skinship."

"You don't usually call using a penis for skinship 'mere'."

"You both confirmed your consent quite clearly, so please stop whining. You'll make Elen-chan hate you."

"N-no, wait a minute. First of all, regarding the fact that—"

On the way to Rennest, at Tetes's suggestion, I had shown them plenty of full-blown sex.
The logic was that if they were that interested, rather than hiding it and being indecisive, I should show them everything as it is to give them a shock... and so, I had ejaculated about four rounds into each of Tetes's three holes.
Tetes had prefaced it by saying, "This is sex between partners who love each other. It's not something you're supposed to do with your father, you know? If I ever had to do it with that old man Eagle, I'd make it look like I died of illness and kill him," before she lost herself in pure ecstasy—but the two girls who watched the spectacle closely did not flinch.
Setting aside the fact that Elenia already directs abnormal desires toward me, Frena was likely just trying to compete with Elenia. I had thought that I might at least be able to make her drop out of this... but I had yet to achieve that goal.

"It's fine, it's fine. Fellatio is safe, Papa♪"

"...Seriously, the fact that a girl is touching her father's cock is unheard of."

I slowly offered my cock—which Tetes had managed to make erect—to my two daughters.
Elenia leaned in as if to take a bite, while Frena approached with eyes wandering nervously.
Tetes placed her hands behind my waist, moving my cock up and down with a rhythmic motion.

"It smells erotic, doesn't it? The scent of Papa's conception, after he spent so much time fucking me just a moment ago...♪"

"...U-uh..."

"...Stinks."

What kind of situation is this, truly? Sighing, I tried to mask the slight surge of excitement I had been born with.
My eldest daughter, Elenia, whom I have raised with such care. Frena, who is rebellious but a loner at heart and loves attention.
My two lovely daughters were bringing their faces close to my cock, preparing to attempt fellatio.
This situation was truly wrong, yet I couldn't completely deny the strange sense of exhilaration.

"...Nn."

And then.
Elenia, who had slowly closed her eyes with hesitation, kissed the side of the glans.
Seeing this, Frena's lips trembled; her small mouth moved complexly as she struggled between wanting to say something and wanting to keep up the competition, before she looked up at me.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she thrust her tongue out as if to say "here goes nothing," and began to lick the opposite side of the glans.

"...Ugh."

"No, seriously, if you really hate it, you can stop anytime, Futen. You don't have to force yourself."

"...It doesn't taste good... R-really, why didn't you at least put some sugar on it...?"

"...Sugar on a penis is a bit much."

I suddenly became sobered by the realization that they are just children.
However, seeing Frena's state, Elenia smiled and began to suck the glans into her mouth, as if to claim the cock all for herself.

"Ah...!"
"♪"
With only the glans held within her mouth, Elenia teased the underside of the head with her tongue.
Normally, I could endure this. Tetes is skilled at fellatio, and Anzeros, Apple, the dragons, and even the prostitutes frequently challenge me to prove their superiority—reminding me that they are different from the girls who merely offer their bodies in hopes of pregnancy.
But a sensation that felt like a mix of excitement and despair surged through my body: the realization that my beloved daughter had finally accepted my cock into her mouth; that she had welcomed it against her mucous membranes, knowing full well it was an act intended to make me ejaculate...
A moment later, I realized that this shock had actually supplemented the physical pleasure. I tried to restrain myself, but my body was already surging toward climax.
Based on nothing more than the sensation of my daughter's lips, tongue, and palate, I was becoming pathetically undone.

"Ngh... El...!!"

"Mm... ngh, nnh...!?"

I was going to ejaculate.
The sensation of thick, concentrated seed rushing through my urethra was violent, and a moment later, I mercilessly blasted the fluid into my daughter's mouth.
"Ngh... ngh, nngh... n-ah, buh... nnngh...♪"
Yet, Elenia welcomed that violent ejaculation straight down her throat.
I never get to taste it myself, but a daughter who can suddenly swallow semen is a rare thing. Even among the prostitutes in Cosmos's establishment, there are those who can barely manage to hold it and spit it out.
But Elenia... her eyes narrowed, her throat convulsing with occasional gagging, her mouth overflowing at the corners, yet she kept her throat moving.
Whether it was due to the mental shock of the sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to a masculine scent she likely had no experience with in her life, or perhaps the sheer emotion of having her wish fulfilled—she wept, her mouth becoming coated in a sticky mess of semen, yet she refused to let go of my cock.
For a fleeting moment, my paternal concern vanished, replaced by the thought: What a lewd girl.
After all, she is Selen's daughter.
She is Selen's and my daughter.
A part of my heart accepted that she should be lewd, and I felt a wave of self-loathing. I hurriedly pulled my cock out, trying to regain my composure.
"H-hey... S-sorry, I let my guard down... Are you okay, Ele?"
"Efuh... efuh, kefu... ehehe, I drank... Andy's... cum."
"......"
Ele's face was a mess, yet she smiled.
It was a chillingly seductive look.
Feeling the confidence and sense of superiority in my beloved daughter—the sense that she had "learned of men"—and the sensation of her will, which felt almost like a threat: "I have tasted your semen." I trembled anew at the sheer scale of this immorality.
And then, another daughter was desperately feasting on my lower half with a sense of desperation.
"Mm... ngh, it's really... gross... this is...!"
"Frena... hey, wait..."
"How can you... eat this so... hmu, ngh... churu... like it's delicious... I can't believe you...♪"
Wait, why are you licking it so thoroughly while saying that?
I couldn't find the words. My instincts were paralyzed, bound by my daughter's fervent oral service.
Tetes smiled.
"...There's no need to rush... we have plenty of time... until Polka♪"

That night, the daughters continued to suckle on their father's flesh until their bellies felt full of semen.
In the end, I lay there, having lost all will to think.
...This is bad. This is really bad.

Around Basson, they were still debating sleeve lengths, but in Polka, winter had already arrived. The coniferous forests clung to snow, and the grasslands transformed into pure white deserts.

I remember crying as a child at how lonely the sight was—though now I realize it was just a childish misunderstanding, a fantasy that the world had become colorless, endlessly so. Back then, even tomorrow felt far away. The idea of next spring seemed so distant that I doubted it would ever come.

Even after my parents told me that spring would return and the world would be green again, it always felt like an eternity away.

…When I mentioned this to Anzeros, he just said, "So that's how the world looks from the countryside." Being raised in the city, he saw so many different things every day that he couldn’t understand why I was so despondent about the snow. Everyone else came from places with little snow or even ancient forest barriers where winter never came, so only Neia and Johnny could relate. Kiel just said, "Huh?" because he’s an idiot.

When I asked the kids, they didn’t even understand my worldview of "the world turning completely white."

"If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter—it’s always the same there."

"I’m looking forward to staying at Taruk for the Spirit Festival!"

"Nice, Taruk. I wish I could get into Cosmos Mom’s place soon."

Peter got a blank stare from Elenia. Claudius was, as always, an angel. But still, it’s interesting how different the scale of life is when you have dragons from the start.

By the way, it’s customary during the Spirit Festival for all the dragons to gather the kids in Polka and take them to Taruk, where everyone enjoys a party with Onyx. After that, they immediately return to Polka for the New Year’s festival.

For the kids, Taruk’s Spirit Festival is like a vacation, while Polka’s New Year’s festival is like a showcase… or something like that.

Onix’s family is ridiculously indulgent toward our children. They throw lavish parties where they eat all the food they want and give them presents and allowance. It doesn’t matter if they’re descendants of Minister Ashton, catfolk, white elf half-breeds, or even Cosmos’s… well, let’s just say they don’t discriminate against Peter either.

I was starting to think it would become a nuisance when we had over a hundred kids, but Great Nancy said, "If we skimp when the children are so excited, can we really call it a feast worthy of the Dark Elf Merchant Guild?" Carlos wouldn’t dare object after that.

But please, every time you see me, don’t say, "If you lay a hand on my daughter, I’ll chop off your balls even if Nancy gets mad!" The kids are mimicking you because you say it so often. And your daughter’s only five—way too early for that.

As for kids who don’t participate much in these events, it’s mostly due to where they live, like Tetes’ children.

The twins are Sonia, the older sister, and Tyrus, the younger brother. The younger one is especially expected to be the next Buster Marquis, and his grandfather, Eagle the Elder, dotes on him.

"Long time no see, Father."

"Yeah, two months."

I regularly visit the Buster Marquis’s estate in Rennest to see the siblings. Most of the other kids live in Polka, and even if it’s winter, they come to Polka Academy every day. But these twins are different.

Eagle the Elder struck a deal for naming rights, so I could force them to come to Polka if I wanted, but even then, I can’t give them a better life than the noble one they have here. And Tetes seems to be showing off his splendid social graces as Buster Marquis whenever he’s here, so I don’t want to force my wife’s truth on the children too much.

But… is this kind of life right for a father? I wonder…

Maybe what matters most is affection. Well, in my case… I have over two hundred kids. Plus, I spend half the day breeding in the palace.

Despite my worries, the siblings are growing up smartly, like nobles, and like Tetes’ children.

"Father. I have a question."

"What is it? And since you’re my child, just ask without the preamble."

"Yes, Father. Actually… the other day, Mother and I visited the Gantlet Knights’ barracks, and…"

Tyrus shook his neatly trimmed hair, making a strange face.

"Sir Felios, the Grand Knight Commander, collapsed as soon as he saw me… and it seems it was my fault, so Mother and Sir Belga, the Knight Commander, isolated me in another room. After a while, I was released."

"…Yeah."

"It seems to be related to you, Father… but when I asked Mother, she wasn’t very helpful."

"…That’s, Tyrus. I think it’s because you look like me."

"Yeah. People say that a lot."

If you dressed a kid from my childhood in nobleman drag, he’d be Tyrus. I can say with absolute certainty that Tyrus has my face.

In this regard, even putting aside Peter who inherited the name, the legitimate heir of the Smythson family might just be Tyrus.

"Could it be that Father also acts like that when meeting Grand Knight Felios?"

"…When I meet him, I try a little harder… but maybe it’s because you caught me off guard."

I avert my eyes. When Felios has to sit with me, he goes full Black Felios. He doesn’t actually attack, but he puts on a mask and insists he’s a completely different person.

He’s the Grand Arm now, so I wish he’d stop acting out. Or rather, Sir Alex (former Grand Knight) keeps asking if something can’t be done about it every time they meet. It’s not like I can help him, really.

"Sorry… it’s not your fault you look like me."

Being the Grand Arm is being a national hero.

The former Grand Knight who was called a demon, and the other three from my younger days, have all retired, but with new Grand Arms constantly emerging, his unchanging Earth Drive-powered combat ability and handsome looks still make him wildly popular in Renfanga.

And I barely talk to him. He can’t be happy about that.

"…But Mother and Sonia always say they’re glad my face resembles Father’s."

"Well, that’s…"

"…?"

"The hair… I think."

"…Y-yes, that’s true. That’s a relief."

The former Grand Knight once tried growing it back with magic, but the Queen said it "didn’t look right," so he gave up on the transplant. His hairline has finally receded all the way to the back of his head.

Considering that bloodline, even a 12-year-old would be terrified.

Of course, just because our faces are similar doesn’t mean my hair texture is the same. That part could still be from the Buster family.

Don’t let your guard down, son. If you come to Polka, I’m sure something can be done.

Sonia doesn’t look like me at all.

Her delicate, light blonde hair curls at the ends, her eyelashes are long, her jaw is slender, and her features are perfectly sculpted – she looks exactly like a noble lady. She’d look good in any of those overly ornate noble outfits.

It’s strange, but even though Tyrus and she are twins, she doesn’t resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks like their mother, though.

In stories, this is usually the moment when someone doubts whether they’re really your child, but since my twin brother looks exactly like me, there’s no doubt.

Still, even with the age difference, I can kind of understand why Eagle went after Tetes’ mother – she’s a real beauty.

…And yet, she inherited Tetes’ talent for martial arts, because her physical abilities are ridiculously high.

"Dad, you were here."

"Yeah, I said I’d come… but where were you?"

"At the Gauntlet Knights’ training grounds!"

"…Isn’t that forbidden by Grandpa Eagle? Because of the risk of facial injuries?"

"It’s fine, it’s fine. Mom says, ‘If you go to Polka, any injury can be healed, so just do it.’"

"…Do you want to join the Gauntlet Knights?"

"Well, not really? I just think swordsmanship is interesting. And I’m almost at a point where I can take a hit from Belga-san."

"…Yeah, well. It’s amazing, but if you get seriously injured, Grandpa will be furious."

"Belga, are you seriously saying my twelve-year-old is about to take one from you? You're just holding back and letting her get cocky, right?"

…But then, maybe… No, wait, if she's not that strong, what's the point of going to Gantlet anyway? Unless she has some high-minded warrior ideals, I don't want my pretty daughter risking her life in dangerous combat training.

Sure, if she gets injured, we can just send her to Polka or rely on Break Core to heal her. But that's only if it is an injury. There's always a chance of a fatal accident during training. I really don't want to imagine that.

"Besides, why does getting stronger mean joining the Gantlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn't that interesting. If you want to get somewhere fast, just ask a dragon to breathe fire on them."

"I think you're counting dragon breaths a little too literally, honey."

Well, yeah, we still end up responding to Renfangas's requests and helping with the monster incursions every year.

But if we overdo it, it messes with international relations. So lately, we've been holding back. Still, the fact that I have the authority to call off the whole thing has probably warped her perception of things quite a bit.

"If you're going to be good enough for Gantlet, you should definitely go for Ace Knight. Foreigners can take the exam and get it too, right?"

"…Why is Ace Knight so much better?"

"You get a song written about you!"

…Is that really the reason?

…Well, yeah, I guess you don't hear many bards singing about Gantlet Knights. Probably because just mowing down monsters doesn't make for very interesting heroic tales.

"If you're going to do it, you should aim to be the main character in a beautiful hero's song, like Sieg Becker!"

"…O-okay."

"Auuu, but… If you become an Ace Knight, you have to work for the Celesta military, right? And then my dream…"

"…Wait, you have other dreams too?"

"…Yeah."

A twelve-year-old full of dreams. That's a good thing.

The beautiful girl, who doesn't look like either of her parents at all, blushes slightly and looks away.

"…I want to work with Dad like Mom does… but…"

"Ah… well…"

It's a very healthy dream for a child. Seeing their parents, admiring them, wanting to do the same job.

As parents, we might be moved to tears.

But first, Tetes is playing the role of a capable nobleman pretty convincingly here… which means her reality is different.

And that reality is that she's out and about with me and the other female slaves, having sex like crazy in our "flying fuck palace," while occasionally negotiating business for the "S&F Foundation."

We're using protection now that we've had two kids, but Tetes, who looks like she's barely twenty thanks to all the Polka, is in her prime as a woman and her libido is stronger than ever.

The thought of my daughter wanting to be like that mother in the future… I don't know if I should encourage it or not.

"Jujutsu is interesting, and I admire hero's songs too… but yeah. I still want to work with Mom."

"…G-good luck. But Sonia, you have so many other talents, I'm sure."

I encourage her while looking away.

She's only twelve. She can change her dreams as much as she wants from now on. I hope she does.

I can't bring myself to expose the truth about her parents to her.

"Ah… and also…"

"Yeah?"

"…Once you're really confident, I want to settle things with Frana in Granji."

"Settled?"

Frena, what are you even doing? You still can’t handle a sword, right?

"...The other day, when I met you at Polka, you threw that spider toy at me... and I was so surprised I wet myself."

"............"

Frena. If you don’t stop trying to prank everyone, you’re going to die.

"I seriously chased after her, but she escaped... Oh, and I’ve finally gotten the Earth Drive under control, so next time, I’m making her apologize!"

"...If you want to make up, talk to me or Teteus first. We’ll set up a proper reconciliation."

"That’s not good enough! Something has to happen!"

The beautiful noble girl gritted her teeth with frustration.

Seriously, even if Polka can fix it, I hate full-on battles between girls.

But yeah... if the parents just show up and force them to make up, there’ll always be lingering resentment.

"...So, next time you see Sonia, do a preemptive, full-blow apology on your knees."

The "Flying Brothel" that was the Rennesto took off.

Waving to the kids from the window, then turning back inside with a sigh...

Actually, Frena came along this time. That was close.

Apparently, she was wandering around town with Myia, so there was a chance we’d run into each other.

"Kneeling and begging? Sonia’s the one who’s weird for crying over some stupid prank."

Frena turned away with a huff... clad in a bra-less top and panties without any crotch.

She’s still flat-chested, so no real sex appeal, but being in that getup in a "brothel" is all about challenging Elenia.

Yeah. Elenia’s here too, dressed almost exactly the same.

Of course, I didn’t order them to do that.

"Well, Sonia’s pretty fickle anyway, so she’ll have forgotten by spring♪ More importantly, Master, please whip it out♪"

The current Buster Marquis, Teteus, was there as well, in the same outfit, acting as the ringleader.

"...Seriously, are you really going to let them do this? With kids? This is totally illegal."

"Master. What we’re about to do isn’t procreation, but simple skinship."

"You don’t usually call using a dick for 'skinship' 'simple.'"

"They both confirmed their willingness that many times, so please don’t back out now. Elen will hate you."

"N-no, wait a minute. First of all?"

On the way to Rennesto, Teteus suggested it, and I showed them plenty of hardcore sex.

If they were this interested, I figured it was better to show them the real thing than to tiptoe around it... so I shot about four loads into each of Teteus’s three holes.

Teteus had prefaced it by saying, "This is what sex between people who love each other looks like. Normally, you’d do this with your father, right? If I had to do that with that old Eagle geezer, I’d fake a death by illness and kill myself," but the two of them watched her writhing in pleasure without flinching.

Elenia’s always had abnormal desires aimed at me anyway, but Frena’s probably just trying to one-up Elenia. At least if I could make her back down... but that plan still hasn’t worked.

"It’s okay, it’s okay. Blowing a guy is safe, Daddy♪"

"...Seriously, the moment a girl touches her father’s dick, it’s impossible."

I very slowly offered my dick—which Teteus had gotten hard—to my two daughters.

Elenia dove in, while Frena brought her face closer, eyes darting around.

Tetes placed a hand on my hip and began jacking me off.

"That's a horny smell, isn't it? The scent of Papa's baby-making from just now…♪"

"...Y-yeah…"

"...Stinky."

What the hell is this situation? I sighed, trying to mask the excitement that had somehow sparked within me.

Elenia, my eldest daughter whom I’d raised with such care. A rebellious child, but at heart lonely and fond of attention.
And Frena, who loved being noticed.

My two precious daughters were bringing their faces close to my cock, about to attempt fellatio.
This situation was undeniably wrong, yet I couldn’t completely deny the strange exhilaration it brought.

"...Mmm."

Then—

Elenia slowly closed her eyes, hesitating for a moment before kissing the side of my glans.

Seeing this, Frena’s lips trembled. She opened and closed her small mouth, torn between saying something or trying to one-up her sister, then looked up at me.

She squeezed her eyes shut and, as if daring me, thrust out her tongue, lapping at the opposite side of my glans.

"...Ew."

"Hey, Frena, you can stop anytime if it really grosses you out. No need to force yourself."

"...It's not tasty… Seriously, why didn’t you put some sugar on it…?"

"...Sugar on a cock is a bit much."

They’re just kids, I thought, regaining my composure.

But Elenia smiled at Frena’s reaction and then engulfed my glans in her mouth as if claiming it all for herself.

"Ah…!"

"♪"

Elenia kept my glans in her mouth while her tongue teased the underside of my head.
Normally, I could handle it. Tesets was good at fellatio, Anzeros and Apple too, not to mention the dragon girls and prostitutes—they all challenged me constantly to flaunt their superiority over the girls who just offered their bodies for a chance at pregnancy.

But now, my own daughter had finally taken my cock into her mouth, knowing full well it was an act meant to make me ejaculate… The shock, a mix of excitement and despair, rippled through me.
And then, belatedly realizing that this emotional thrill had compensated for the physical pleasure, I tried to hold back—but my body was already on its way to climax.

The father, embarrassingly, was brought to release by nothing more than the feel of his daughter’s lips, tongue, and upper jaw.

"…Eh, Elen…!!"

"Mmm…, mmm…!?"

I came.
The sensation of thick semen racing through my urethra roared wildly before mercilessly splattering its filth into my daughter’s mouth a moment later.
"Mngh…, ng, ngh…, buh…, mmm…♪"

But Elenia swallowed the violent ejaculation whole.
I don’t taste it myself, but there aren’t many daughters who could suddenly drink semen like that. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmos-san’s place, some could barely manage to swallow and then spit it out.

But Elenia… narrowed her eyes, occasionally gagging, letting a little overflow from the corners of her mouth, yet she kept swallowing.

Was it the mental shock of the sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to the virility he’d never experienced in his life before, or the exhilaration of having his wish granted? Even as tears streamed down her face and her mouth was caked with semen, she wouldn’t let go of his cock.

For a fleeting moment, all paternal concern vanished, replaced by the thought: What an obscene daughter.

Because she was Selen’s daughter.

His and Selen’s daughter.

She should be like this, he convinced himself somewhere deep down, disgusted with that thought, and hurriedly pulled out his cock, concern washing back over him.

"O-oh… sorry, I spaced out for a sec… Are you alright, Ele?"

"Eheh… eheh… kehu… Ehehe, Andy’s… sperm… I drank it all."

"…"

Ele made a terrible face but still laughed.

A shiver-inducing radiance.

From his beloved daughter, he felt the confidence and superiority of knowing a man, along with the threatening sensation of knowing the taste of your semen. He shuddered anew at the enormity of his transgression.

And while that was happening to her father’s lower half, the other daughter was greedily devouring him as well.

"Ugh… ugh, this is… so nasty…!"

"Frena… hey, wait—"

"How can you look so happy eating something like this… huum, nng… churr… I can’t believe it…♪"

Wait, why is she saying that while she’s licking him? So meticulously.

But he couldn’t even form the words. His instincts bound his rejection in place against his daughter’s fervent tongue worship.

Tetes smiled.

"...There's no need to rush… You have all the time you want until Polka♪"

That night, the daughters kept sucking their father’s cock until they were stuffed with semen.

In the end, he lost the will to think and just lay there.

…This is bad news.

Around Basson, where I'm still unsure about the proper length of my sleeves, Polka has already turned into a winter landscape.
The coniferous forests are draped in snow, and the grasslands have become stark white deserts.
I used to cry for no reason when I was a child at such desolate scenes, now that I think back on it—a misunderstanding, or perhaps just an imagination—that the world had turned colorless, stretching endlessly in every direction...

When we were children, with so little life experience, even tomorrow seemed far away. The coming spring felt like a distant future so uncertain that one might doubt whether it would truly arrive.
No matter how many times my parents told me, "Once spring comes, the world will turn green again," I always felt that such a promise lay too far ahead to ever reach me.

...When I mentioned this to Anzeros, he simply said, "That's just how the world looks from the countryside." As someone raised in the city, where there are so many different sights to see every day, he apparently couldn't understand why anyone would feel despair over a snowy landscape.
Everyone else was either from places with little snow or from ancient sealed forests that never experience winter at all; only Neia and Johnny empathized with me. As for Keir, since he's an idiot, it ended with him asking, "What the hell is this?"

When I asked the children about it, they didn't even understand the worldview I felt—that the entire world had turned completely white.

"If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta during winter; everything there is just as usual."

"I'm looking forward to staying at Tark for the Spirit Festival!"

"Tark sounds great! Can't I get invited to Cosmo Mama's place sooner?"

Peter got stunned by Elenia's reaction. Claudio, as always, remained an angel.
But thinking about it, thanks to dragons, we've been living on a completely different scale from the start—it's quite amusing.
By the way, the Spirit Festival is a tradition where all the dragons gather in Polka to send the children there to Tark, so everyone can enjoy Onyx's party together. Once that's done, they return immediately for Polka's New Year's Celebration.
Among the children, Tark's Spirit Festival seems to be seen as a recreational trip, while Polka's New Year's Celebration is more like a recital or presentation.

In reality, the main Onyx family treats our children with excessive indulgence. After a grand party where they eat their fill of delicious food, they also give out presents and pocket money. There's no discrimination among them—not only for those who descend from Minister Ashton but also for cat-beasts, half-elves, or even the daughters of courtesans like Cosmo-san, or Peter himself.

I started wondering if having over a hundred children might soon become troublesome, but the great Nancy said, "If we're stingy while the children are so excited, can this really be called a feast fit for the greatest Dark Elf merchant guild?" So Carlos had no choice but to agree.
But please stop saying things like, "If you lay a hand on my daughter, I'll absolutely cut your throat even if Nancy gets angry!" every time you see me. The children are imitating it too much! And besides, my daughter is only five years old; that's way too young.

As for the children who rarely participate in such events, it's inevitably those whose home base makes it difficult—like Tetes' children.

They're twins: a sister named Sonia and a brother named Tyrus. Especially Tyrus is expected to become the next Marquis of Bastar and is doted on by his grandfather, Grandfather Eagle.

"Long time no see, Father."

"Ah, it's been two months."

I regularly visit the Marquisate of Bastar in Rennesost to meet with the siblings.
Most other children live in Polka anyway, and once winter comes, they'll come to Polka Academy and see each other every day. But these two are different.
Grandfather Eagle took matters into his own hands regarding their naming rights, so it's not impossible to bring them to Polka against their will, but even then, they wouldn't necessarily have a better life here than living as nobles in Bastar. Moreover, Tetes seems to display elegant social graces when he's here as the Marquis of Bastar, so I don't think it's right to force our children to confront their mother's true identity too soon.
Still, as a father, I wonder if this kind of life is somewhat correct... or maybe not... These days, I'm troubled by such thoughts.

After all, isn't love the most important thing? Well, in my case... With over 200 children... And I spend about half the day mating in the palace every single day...

Even though it's troubling, the twins have grown up wisely, fitting both their noble status and Tetes' lineage.

"Father, I have a question today."

"What is it? Since you're my child, just ask directly without any preamble."

"Yes... Actually... The other day, Mother and I visited the headquarters of the Gauntlet Knights," Tyrus said, shaking his neatly trimmed hair with an odd expression.

"As soon as Grand Knight Ferios saw me, he collapsed... And it seems somehow it was my fault. Mother and Knight Berga isolated us in a separate room. After some time, we were released."

"...Hmm."

"It appears to be related to Father... But when I asked Mother, she didn't give me a clear answer."

"...Well, Tyrus, I think it's because you look like me."

"Hah. That's a common remark," he replied.

If I'd dressed up my childhood self in noble attire, I'd end up looking just like Tyrus. He bears such a striking resemblance to me that I can assert it without hesitation.

In terms of lineage, perhaps the true heir to the Smaysom family has gone to Tyrus, with Peter merely carrying on the name as a placeholder.

"Could it be that Father also acted this way when he met High Knight Ferios?"

"...When I meet him, I try a bit harder... but maybe being caught off guard by your appearance played a part."

I quickly avert my eyes. Whenever Ferios is forced to sit with me, he transforms into Black Ferios. While he won't actually attack, he dons a mask and insists we are entirely different people.

As the head of Gold Arm, surely it's time he stopped these eccentricities. Besides, Mr. Alex (the former Lord Buster) keeps asking, "Can't you do something about this?" every time they meet. I'm truly at a loss for what to say when confronted with that.

"Sorry... but really, the resemblance isn't your fault."

The head of Gold Arm is hailed as a national hero.

Though the former Lord Buster, once known as the Demon Man, and three others from my youth have all retired, new members of Gold Arm continue to emerge. Among them, I remain immensely popular in Renfanggas, thanks to my combat prowess utilizing Earth Drive and my handsome appearance.

Yet, I can barely hold a conversation with someone like that. It's hardly pleasant for either of us.

"...But Mother and Sonia always say it's wonderful that I look like Father."

"Well, you know... uh..."

"..."

"Hair... I think."

"...Y-yes, I suppose. That's reassuring."

Once, the former Lord Buster attempted to grow hair back using magic, but after the Queen remarked, "Something feels off," he gave up on hair transplantation. His receding hairline has now extended all the way to the back of his head.

Given that bloodline, even a twelve-year-old might feel a chill.

Of course, just because our facial features resemble each other doesn't mean my hair shares the same characteristics—it could simply be a trait of the Buster family.

Don't let your guard down, son. I suppose things will probably work out once you arrive in Polka...

Sonia bears no resemblance to me at all.

Her delicate, bright golden hair curls tightly at the ends, her eyelashes are long, and her jawline is slender. Her refined features scream "noble lady," fitting perfectly into any of the overly ornate noble gowns she wears.

It's strange that despite being twins with Tyrus, she doesn't resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks more like his mother.

In stories, it's a classic trope for someone to doubt, "Is this really my child?" at such moments—but since my twin brother is so uncannily similar to me, there's no room for suspicion.

Still, given the significant age gap, Eagle's decision to pursue Tetes' mother is understandable; she's undeniably stunning.

...Yet, despite that, Tetes has inherited his martial talent and possesses extraordinary physical abilities.

"Dad, you were here!"

"Yes, I said I'd come... but where did you go?"

"To the Gauntlet Knights' training facility!"

"...Wasn't that forbidden by Grandpa Eagle? He said it could leave scars on your face."

"No worries! Mom even said, 'Go to Polka, and any injury will heal—so go for it!' "

"...So you want to join the Gauntlet Knights?"

"Hmm, not really? I just find swordsmanship interesting. I might even defeat Berga soon."

"...No, well... It's impressive, but if you get seriously injured, Grandpa would be furious. I can understand that."

"Belga, are you really going to let our twelve-year-old take a hit like that? You're just holding back and letting her get cocky, right?"

...But then I find myself torn between the thought that maybe she could... and the realization that if she's not strong enough to go on the Gantlet, why bother training her at all. If she has noble aspirations as a warrior, fine. But if not, I'd rather she stop this dangerous combat training for our beautiful daughter.

Sure, injuries can be treated by visiting Polka or relying on Break Core, but that's only if she survives the injury. There's always a one-in-a-million chance of dying in a training accident. I don't want to imagine that possibility.

"Anyway, why does becoming stronger mean joining the Gantlet Knights? Fighting monsters isn't exactly fun. If anything, getting dragon breath would be faster."

"I think it's strange for you to count things like dragon breaths, Dad."

Well, we do end up lending a hand to the Renfangas' requests annually, participating in monster invasions to some extent.

But doing too much could affect international relations, so lately, we've been holding back from going all-out. Still, the fact that I hold the command authority might be distorting my daughter's perception of things quite a bit.

"If you have the arms to become a Gantlet Knight, you'd definitely be an Ace Knight. Foreigners can take the exam and get awarded one too, right?"

"...Why would you want to be an Ace Knight?"

"So I can have songs written about me!"

Is that the reason?

...Well, it's true that bards rarely feature Gantlet Knights in their tales. Since they mostly just kick monsters around, there isn't much story potential for heroic legends.

"If we're going to do this, I'd rather be the protagonist of a beautiful hero poem like Siegfried Becker!"

"...Oh, really?"

"Aww, but... if I become an Ace Knight, I'll have to work for the Celesta Army. Then my dream..."

"...Well, you can have other dreams through different channels."

"...Yeah."

A twelve-year-old with so many dreams. It's a good thing, in a way.

The beautiful girl, who bears no resemblance to her parents at all, shifts her gaze slightly while blushing.

"...I want to work alongside Mom, just like Dad does..."

"Oh... uh-huh."

As a child's dream, it's very healthy. Seeing their parents and admiring them, she wishes to do the same job.

Parents might find this deeply moving, perhaps even tearful.

But first, Tetes is already quite convincingly posing as a capable noble here... which means there's a disconnect between her appearance and reality.

And that reality involves me and other female slaves flying around various locations, engaging in constant intercourse in our "flying bedroom," while occasionally handling negotiations for the S&F Foundation's business ventures.

Of course, we've been using contraception since having two children together. Yet Tetes, despite being in her thirties, still looks barely twenty due to her frequent visits to Polka. As a woman in her prime, her libido has only intensified further.

For my daughter to aspire to become a mother like that... I'm not sure whether to support it or not.

"I find swordsmanship interesting too, and I admire hero poems... but yeah, I still want to work with Mom."

"...Good luck. But I think Sonia has many other talents as well, surely."

I offer encouragement while looking away.

She's only twelve. I think she can change her dreams many times over the coming years. Maybe she will.

It would be awkward for me to reveal the truth about being both her father and mother.

"Oh... one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"...Once I've gained confidence, I want to settle things with Frena from Grance."

"Decided!?"
Frena, what are you doing? You still can't use a sword, right?

"...When we met at Polka the other day, I got hit with a spider toy... and I was so shocked I almost leaked!"

"..."
Frena, if you don't stop pranking everyone, you're going to die.

"I chased her seriously, but she escaped... Well, I've finally figured out how to use Aether Drive properly this time, so I'll make her apologize for real."

"...In that case, let's talk to me or Tetes first. We'll set up a proper chance for reconciliation."

"That won't work! Something like..."
A beautiful young noble girl, her face twisted with frustration and tears welling in her eyes.

Honestly, even if Polka was supposed to fix things, I still don't want two girls going all out against each other.

But... it's true that if the parents just step in and force a truce, resentment will only linger deeper.

"...Speaking of which, next time we meet Sonia, I'll take the initiative and do a full-on prostration."
The "Flying Bedchamber" lifted off from Lennest.
Waving goodbye to the children through the window, she turned back inside and let out a sigh.

...Actually, Frena had come along this time. How close it was.
Since they'd been wandering around the town with Mia, there was always a chance we might have run into them by accident.

"Doing a prostration is ridiculous. It's weird that Sonia gets so upset over such a small prank."
Frena turned away sharply... clad in erotic underwear: a bra without cups and panties without crotch coverage.

She still wasn't very alluring, being as young as she was, but appearing like this in the "Bedchamber" was clearly meant to rival Elenia.

That's right—Elenia was there too, dressed almost identically.
Of course, I didn't order anything like that.

"Well, Sonia's fickle anyway; by spring, she'll have forgotten all about it♪ And now, my dear master, please pull out your little member♪"
As the leader, Tetes was also present in the same outfit—the current Count of Buster.

"...Honestly, you want me to do this? With kids? This has to be a no-go, right?"

"My dear master. What we're about to do isn't reproduction—it's just simple affection."

"Affection that involves using your penis is rarely called 'just simple.'"

"Since both of you have already confirmed your intentions so clearly, please stop fussing anymore. Elenia will get upset."

"W-wait a minute. But... where did this even come from?"
On the way to Lennest, Tetes had proposed it and shown me full-on serious sex.
The logic was: if he was that interested, rather than hesitating and hiding things, he should just show them as they were and shock them—so I ended up ejaculating about four times into each of Tetes' three holes.

Tetes prefaced it all by saying, "This is the kind of sex lovers enjoy together. Fathers don't usually do this. If I had to choose between doing that with old man Eagle or dying, I'd rather kill myself outright," and then indulged himself thoroughly. But the two of us who watched intently weren't afraid at all.

Elenia already had abnormal desires directed toward me anyway, but Frena was probably just trying to compete with Elenia more than half the time. At least... I thought I could make her drop out, even if only her... but so far, that goal remains unfulfilled.

"It's okay, it's okay. Oral is safe, Papa-san♪"

"...Honestly, there's no way a girl can touch her father's penis and expect anything normal."

I slowly extended my slightly aroused member toward both daughters.

Elenia lunges forward, while Frena squints her eyes and presses her face close.
Tetetsu places his hands behind my waist and rhythmically moves my penis up and down.

"It smells so erotic, doesn't it? The scent of making babies with you just now, Papa... ♪"

"...Uh, uh-huh..."

"...It stinks."

What on earth is going on here? Sighing, I try to mask the faint excitement that has already begun to stir within me.
My eldest daughter, Elenia, whom I've cherished and raised with care. Frena, who may seem flighty on the surface but is truly lonely at heart and loves receiving attention.
Both of my adorable daughters are pressing their faces against my penis, attempting oral sex.

This situation is utterly wrong, yet I can't entirely deny the strange surge of arousal coursing through me.
"...Nnn..."
And then...
Elenia, slowly closing her eyes with hesitation, kisses the side of my glans.

Seeing this, Frena wiggles her lips, unsure whether to say something or simply compete, her small mouth twisting in complex expressions as she looks up at me.
Squeezing her eyes shut and thinking, "Well, whatever," she sticks out her tongue and licks the opposite side of my glans like she's poking it.

"...Eh..."

"No, if you really hate it, just stop anytime, Frena. You don't have to force yourself."

"...It doesn't taste good... H-Hey, seriously, why don't you put some sugar on it...?"

"...Putting sugar on your penis is a bit much."

They're still children, I realize calmly.
But Elenia watches Frena's reaction, smiles softly, and then takes my glans into her mouth as if claiming it all to herself.

"Ahhh...!"

"♪"

Elenia keeps only the glans in her mouth while teasing the underside of my corona with her tongue.

Normally, I could endure this. Tetetsu is skilled at oral sex, and so are Anzeros and Apple; even dragons and courtesans often challenge me to prove their dominance by simply offering their bodies for impregnation.
But now that my beloved daughter has finally accepted my penis into her mouth, knowing it's an act intended to make me ejaculate... the shock I feel is neither pure excitement nor despair—it ripples through my body in ways I can't quite name.

And only slightly later do I realize this physical pleasure has overwhelmed my restraint. Trying to hold back, my body moves inexorably toward ejaculation.
With nothing but my daughter's lips, tongue, and upper lip touching me, I feel utterly undignified.

"...Eh, E-let...!!"

"Nnn...! Nn...!?"

I ejaculate.
The sensation of thick semen rushing violently through my urethra—duruurururu—reaches its peak, and a moment later, I forcefully deposit the fluid into her mouth without any mercy.

"Neh... Nn, nng... Naa, bu... Nnn... ♪"
Elenia, however, accepts this violent ejaculation directly into her throat.

I don't taste it myself, but daughters who can suddenly swallow semen like this are exceedingly rare. Even among the courtesans at Cosmos-san's place, there are girls who can barely hold it in before spitting it out.
But Elenia... she narrows her eyes, occasionally gagging slightly, yet keeps swallowing as the fluid spills over the corners of her mouth.

Was it the mental shock of sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to an overpowering scent of masculinity I'd never experienced before in my life, or perhaps the overwhelming joy of having my desires fulfilled? Tears streamed down his face as he held himself tight, his mouth and chin slick with semen.

For a fleeting moment, the father's concern vanished, replaced by the thought: What a lewd daughter you are.
After all, she was Selen's daughter—Selen and me.
She had to be lewd, some part of him reasoned, only to feel disgust at himself. In a panic, he pulled out his penis and tried to care for her again.

"Oh, hey... I'm sorry, I got careless... Are you okay, Ele?"

"Eheh... Eheh, gahhh... Hehe, I drank Andy's... cum."

"......"

Ele managed a smile despite her grimace.
A shiver ran through him at the glossy allure of it all. The confidence and superiority he felt from his beloved daughter knowing what men were like, coupled with the almost threatening sensation that she now knew the taste of his semen—these made him tremble anew at the enormity of his sin.

And then, beneath his father's lower body, another daughter was devouring him recklessly.

"Mmm... mmm, it's really... delicious... something like this...!"

"Frena... hey, wait a minute..."

"Something so tasty... mmph, nnn... slurp... why are you doing this? I can't believe it...♪"

Wait, why was she licking while saying such things? So carefully.
He couldn't bring himself to speak. His instincts were bound by her daughter's fervent tongue worship.

Tetessa smiled.
"...No need to rush... we have plenty of time until Polka arrives...♪"

That night, the daughters continued to suckle on their father's penis repeatedly until his belly swelled with semen.
Ultimately, he lay there, having lost all will to think.
...This is bad.