Basson is still at that uncertain time for the length of sleeve, yet in Polka, winter has already arrived.
The coniferous forests are draped in snow, and the grasslands have transformed into a pitch-white desert.
I vaguely remember crying senselessly when I was a child over such an overwhelmingly desolate scene... though it was more of a misconception or perhaps daydreaming; that no matter how far you look, everything turns into a colorless world...
When one is a child with a short life ahead, tomorrow feels impossibly distant. A spring next year seems so far away that I could doubt whether it would truly come.
No matter how many times my parents told me, "When spring arrives, the world will turn green again," those words felt perpetually out of reach, like something happening eons in the future...
When I mentioned this to Anzeros, he just laughed and said, "That's how it looks when you view the world from the countryside." Having grown up in the city, where every day offers a kaleidoscope of sights, he apparently doesn't understand the kind of despair one feels facing endless snowscapes.
Everyone else came from places with little snow or even ancient barriers within forests that never experience winter at all, so only Neia and Johnny truly empathized with me; Keir was an idiot, so our conversation ended with his characteristic "What's that all about?"

When I asked the children, none of them seemed to grasp the worldview I felt—that the entire world had become utterly white.

"If you let a dragon carry you, you could visit Celesta even in winter; it's always normal there."

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

"Tark sounds great too. Can't we get me transferred over to Cosmo-senpai's house sooner?"

Peter was left gaping by Elenia's flat look, while Claudio remained as angelic as ever.

But honestly, it is quite amusing to think that thanks to the dragons, they are living on a completely different scale from the start.

Incidentally, the Spirit Festival is an annual tradition where all the dragons send the children gathered in Polka over to Tark so everyone can enjoy Onyx's party together. Once this concludes, they immediately return for Polka's New Year festival.

Among the children, the Spirit Festival at Tark seems to be categorized as a recreational trip, while Polka's New Year festival is viewed like an assembly or presentation...

In reality, the main branch of House Onyx is incredibly spoiling to our own children these days. They have lavish parties where they eat and drink to their heart's content, plus gifts and allowances are given out. This extends not just to those who carry the bloodline of Minister Ashton, but also to half-felids, white elves, and even the mistresses of House Cosmos and Peter himself; there is absolutely no discrimination.

By the time we approached over a hundred children, I began to worry they would soon become a burden. However, when the great Nancy pointed out, "If you skimp now while the children are this eager, can that really be called a banquet of the greatest Dark Elf trading house?" even Carlos had no choice but to agree.

But please, stop saying things like, "Anyone who lays a hand on my daughter will definitely get their head chopped off, no matter how mad Mrs. Nancy gets!" You say it every single time, so naturally, the kids are mimicking you. And besides, my daughter is only five years old; that's just way too early to think about such things.

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

There are twin siblings: an older sister named Sonia and a younger brother named Tyrus. The brother is particularly expected to become the next Count of Bastier and is doted upon by his grandfather, Elder Eagle.

"It's been a long time, Father."

"Ah, it has; two months."

I visit their residence, the Bastier Marquis's mansion in Rennesst, regularly just to meet with them.

Most of the other children live in Polka anyway, and since winter arrives, they come to Polka Academy and see each other daily. These siblings, however, are an exception.

Although Elder Eagle took steps regarding naming rights so that bringing them forcibly to Polka isn't impossible, even if we did bring them here, we couldn't make their life better than the aristocratic lifestyle they currently enjoy. Plus, it seems Tyrus acts with dazzling social grace while living with us, so I feel that forcing his mother's true identity on him might not be appropriate for a child.

Still, lately, as a father, I can't help but wonder if this kind of life is truly the right choice... or maybe not...

After all, isn't love the most important thing? Well, speaking of love, in my case... there are over 200 children. About half the day passes with me mating in the palace anyway.

Even while troubling about such thoughts, the siblings have grown up wisely, true to both their noble heritage and as children of Tetes.

"Father, I have a question today."

"What? Just ask normally; since you're my kid, don't even bother with any preamble."

"Yes... Actually..." Tyrus shook his neatly trimmed hair in a boyish manner, making a peculiar expression. "Recently, Father and Mother visited the barracks of the Guntlet Knights, and when Grand Knight Commander Ferios saw me, he suddenly collapsed... It seems it was my fault, so Mother and Knight-Commander Berga isolated us in separate rooms. We were released after a short while."

"...Yeah."

"It seems to have something to do with Father... But I couldn't get a straight answer from Mother either."

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

"Hm. Well, that's said often enough."

If I dressed my childhood self up as a noble's waif, that's exactly who would end up being Tyrus. He resembles me so closely, I can make that assertion with absolute confidence.

Regarding this, perhaps placing Peter, who inherited the name, aside, the true heir of House Smyson has gone to Tyrus.

"Could it be that Father also collapses like that when he meets Grand Knight Commander Ferios?"

"...I tried harder the last time we met, but I think seeing you completely caught me off guard."

I couldn't help looking away. Whenever Phelios is forced to be in my company, he transforms into Black Phelios. To his credit, he doesn't actually attack, but he wears a mask and insists he's someone else entirely.

Come on, Head of the Gold Arms, you should quit these weird antics soon. Besides, Mr. Alex (the former Bastard Duke) keeps asking me every time we meet, "What can't you do about this?" I can't very well tell him off when he's talking to me. It's a real mess.

"Sorry... but it's not your fault that you two look alike."

The Head of the Gold Arms is essentially a national hero.

Although the former Bastard Duke, known as the Demon Man, and the other three from my youth have all retired, among the new generation of Gold Arms, I remain immensely popular in Lenvangas thanks to my combat prowess leveraging Earth Drive and my handsome appearance, unchanged from before.

But I can't even have a proper conversation with someone like that. It certainly doesn't go smoothly.

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

"Well... uh..."

"...?"

"I think it's the hair."

"...W-well, yes. That's a relief."

Once he had magic grow his hair back after the Queen told him it was "weird," but eventually gave up on grafting. Now his receding hairline has gone all the way to the nape of his neck.

Even thinking about that bloodline sends shivers down my spine, even at age twelve.

Of course, just because we look alike doesn't mean my hair shares the same qualities; it's possible my lineage is purely from the Bastard family.

Don't get too careless, my son. I think things will probably work out once you arrive in Polka...

Sonia bears absolutely no resemblance to me.

Her delicate, bright golden hair curls tightly at the ends, her eyelashes are long, her jaw is slim, and her refined features scream "aristocrat's daughter." She could wear any of those overly ornate noble gowns and still pull it off perfectly.

Despite being Tyreus's twin, she doesn't resemble Tetes in the slightest; according to Tetes, she looks more like their other mother.

In stories like this, the classic trope is someone questioning, "Could this really be my child?" But given how much I resemble her older twin brother, there's absolutely no reason to doubt.

Still, it's hard not to understand why Mr. Eagle would make a move on Mom despite their significant age gap. She's undeniably in the beauty department.

...Or maybe that's exactly why Tetes inherited his martial talent and possesses such incredible physical capabilities.

"Papa! You're here!"

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

"The training ground for the Gauntlet Knights!"

"...Didn't Old Man Eagle forbid that? Said it would scar your face."

"Don't worry. Mom said, 'If you go to Polka, even serious injuries heal quickly, so just do it.'"

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

"Huh? Well, not really? I just find swordplay fun. I might be able to take one from Berga soon anyway."

"...No, yes, that's amazing, but thinking about what a terrible injury could happen, I can see why Old Man Eagle would get angry."

Really, Berga is about to have his twelve-year-old beat him? He's probably just holding back and letting her get cocky.

...But on the one hand, there's a part of me thinking, "Maybe..."; on the other, I can't help but wonder, "Why bother going if she's not going that hard anyway?" If she has high martial aspirations, fine, but if not, why risk her beautiful daughter in such dangerous training when there's no need?

Sure, injuries can be treated by going to Polka or relying on the Break Core system, but that's only if she survives. Though rare, accidents can prove fatal during training. I just don't want to imagine that possibility.

"Anyway, why does getting strong mean joining the Gauntlet Knights? Fighting monsters sounds boring. If you could just breathe fire on a dragon, we'd be done way faster."

"I have to say, counting by Dragon Breath is pretty weird for Papa."

Sure, every year Lenvangas requests our assistance to varying degrees during major monster invasions.

But if we push too hard, it affects international relations, so we've recently been holding back from total eradication campaigns. However, the fact that I hold the command authority for these missions is creating some serious misconceptions in my daughter's mind.

"If you have the arms to make Gauntlet Knights, you should definitely be an Ace Knight, right? They give those out even to foreigners after passing the exam!"

"...Why does being an Ace Knight sound so good?"

"Because they turn you into a song!"

For that reason?
...Well, sure, I guess not many bards sing songs about the Gauntlet Knights. It's probably because they mostly just kick monsters' asses, which doesn't generate much of a hero's journey with real narrative weight.

"Better yet, I want to be the star of an epic poem like Siegfried Becker!"

"...Y-Yeah, that makes sense."

"Ahhh... but wait. If I become an Ace Knight, I'll have to work for the Celesta Military, right? Then my dreams will..."

"...Nah, you've got other dreams too, through separate channels."

"...Mm-hmm."

A twelve-year-old with plenty of daydreams. Not a bad thing.

The beautiful girl, who bears no resemblance to her parents aside from genetics, lowers her gaze slightly, cheeks flushing faintly.

"...I... I want to work with Daddy just like Mommy does..."

"Ahh... uh..."

It's wholesome ambition for a child: seeing one's parents and wanting to follow in their footsteps.
As parents, you'd almost expect tears of emotion.
But first off, Tetes is already posing quite convincingly as a high-ranking noble here—which means her actual reality is entirely different.
And that reality involves me and the other female slaves flying around the world while indulging in constant sexual encounters in our "Flying Fuck Room," occasionally engaging in negotiations for the S&F Foundation's ventures.
By all rights, we've been using contraception since having two kids together—but despite being thirty-something now, Tetes still looks barely twenty due to her regular visits to Polka, and as a woman in her prime, her libido has only grown stronger.

For my daughter to aspire to become something like that... I don't even know if I should support it or worry about it.

"I love swordplay and look up to heroes' epics too... but yep, I really do want to work with Mommy."

"...Go ahead and try, Sonia. But I think you have plenty of other talents too, surely."

I offer encouragement while looking away.

She's still only twelve. Maybe she should change her dreams a few times? Hopefully she will.
It pains me to reveal the true nature of being both mother and father.

"Oh. ...And one more thing."

"Yeah?"

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

"Settle things!?"

What's up with Frena? You were never any good with a sword anyway.

"...Earlier when we met at Polka, she threw a spider toy at me... and I was so surprised it almost leaked out!"

"......"

Frena. If you don't stop messing with people like this no matter who you encounter, you're going to die.

"I chased after her seriously and let her get away... but I've finally figured out how to use the Earth Drive too. Next time, I'm making her apologize properly!"

"...That kind of thing should be handled by me or Tetes. We'll arrange a proper chance for reconciliation."

"That won't do! Something!"

The noble beauty girl grumbles with frustration and resentment oozing through her voice.
But honestly, even if Polka is where I said it'd get fixed, I don't want to see my daughters go at it for real.
Still... yeah, probably if we parents tried to forcibly shut them down while out on business, some bad feelings would linger anyway.

"...Which brings us to the point that next time I meet Sonia, I should kneel down in full sincerity first."

The "Flying Fuck Room" lifts off from Lennest.
Waving goodbye to the children from the window before turning back toward the interior and letting out a sigh.
...It turns out Frena was with her this time as well. How close we came to disaster.

I suppose since I was playing around the town with Maya, there was a chance we might run into each other by accident.

"Kneeling? Ugh. That's not right at all. Sonia crying her eyes out over such a tiny prank is just weird," Frena said, turning away with a scowl. …Her look: a bra without cups and panties without crotch coverage—erotic lingerie.

She still had the appearance of a wet noodle, lacking any real charm, but being in this kind of room in such an outfit was clearly meant to rival Elenia.

Yes, Elenia was there too, almost dressed identically.

Of course, I never gave them that instruction in the first place.

"Well, Sonia's quite fickle anyway; she'll probably forget about it by spring♪ And besides, Master, please take your cock out~♪"

The current Earl Baster, Teteus—the head of the house—was also there in exactly the same outfit.

"...Yeah, really... you mean we're going to do it? On a child? This has to be illegal for sure!"

"My dear Master, what we're about to do isn't reproduction; it's just skinship."

"Skinship that involves using your cock doesn't usually get called 'just' skinship."

"Both of you have clearly confirmed your intentions already, so stop whining from this point on. Elenia-chan will be upset if you don't."

"W-wait a minute... look, where are we even starting from?"

During the journey to Lennest, Teteus had proposed it and given me a full-on demonstration of serious sex.

The logic was that if he seemed so interested, rather than hesitating and hiding everything, he should just show it as-is to deliver a shocking impact... with that reasoning, I ejaculated four shots into each of Teteus's three orifices.

Teteus had preambled by saying, "This is the kind of sex partners who truly enjoy each other have. It's not something fathers normally do. If I were forced to go all-out with that old Eagle, I'd rather kill myself off than play along," before thoroughly indulging himself, yet neither person watching intently from the sidelines felt a shred of fear.

As for Elenia, she already had abnormal desires directed toward me regardless, but Frena was probably just trying to compete with Elenia more than half of the time. At least, I thought maybe I could eliminate her rivalry entirely... but until now, that goal remained unfulfilled.

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

"...Yeah, really. The fact that a girl touches her father's cock is something that shouldn't even exist in the first place."

Slowly and somewhat reluctantly getting an erection, I offered my throbbing penis to both daughters.

Elenia dove on it eagerly, while Frena brought her face close, her eyes swimming as she tried to keep up.

Teteus placed his hands behind my waist and gently moved my cock up and down in a swaying motion.

"It smells like sex, doesn't it? The scent of creation between Papa who just thoroughly fumbled all over me..."

"...Y-yes... it does..."

"...It stinks."

What kind of situation is this really? Sighing deeply, I tried to mask the slight excitement that had unexpectedly surfaced.

My eldest daughter Elenia, whom I've raised with care. Frena, who's sharp-witted on the surface but has a lonely heart at her core and loves being cared about.

My two adorable daughters bringing their faces close to my cock, challenging me with fellatio.

The situation is absolutely wrong, yet I can't entirely deny that there's a strange surge of excitement within me.

"...Nn..."

And then.

With her eyes slowly closing in hesitation, Elenia leaned in and kissed the side of my glans.

Seeing this, Frena flapped her lips, seemingly wondering whether to say something or simply continue competing, her small mouth moving awkwardly before looking up at me.

She squeezed her eyes shut, gave a carefree shrug of acceptance, and thrust her tongue out, licking the opposite side of my glans as if pecking it.

"...Nnge..."

"No, really, if you hate it just stop anytime, Frena. There's no need to force yourself."

"...It doesn't taste good... b-but wait a minute, why aren't you putting some sugar on it first...?"

"...A little too much sugar for a cock."

I'd better calm myself down; these kids are still children, after all.

But Elenia, watching Frena's behavior, smiled softly and then, as if claiming it for herself alone, sucked her father's glans completely into her mouth.

"Aaaaah..."
"♪"
Elenia teased the underside of his glans while keeping her tongue pressed against it, even as she held his head in her mouth.
She could have handled it just fine—fellatio was Tetes's specialty, Anzeros and Apple were used to it, and so were those dragons or whores who frequently challenged him for the sake of boasting their superiority over mere daughters of the Dragon King hoping only for pregnancy by simply offering their bodies to men like him.
But when his beloved daughter actually took his cock into her mouth and knew full well that it was an act designed to make him cum... she had welcomed the mucous membrane directly... a shock, neither fully exhilarating nor entirely despairing, rippled through his body.
Then, realizing just moments later that he'd been robbed of physical pleasure, he tried to hold it back, yet his body surged toward ejaculation anyway.
His father's pride shattered beneath the mere sensation of her lips, tongue, and upper palate—it was undignified.

"Tt... Eh, Eret...!!"

"n... tt, n'uu...!?"

He came.

The feeling of thick sperm shooting through his urethra raged violently, only to mercilessly dump its slurry into his daughter's mouth an instant later.

"Neh... n, ngu... nhaa, bu... n'uuu...♪"

Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation straight down her throat.

He himself didn't taste it, but there weren't many daughters out there capable of drinking semen on demand—even among the whores at Master Cosmos's place, some could only manage to hold it in before spitting it out.

Yet Elenia... she narrowed her eyes, occasionally gagged, let it spill from the corners of her mouth, yet kept moving her throat.

Was it a mental shock from such sudden ejaculation? Or perhaps a defensive reaction to the overwhelming masculine scent, one he'd never encountered in his life up till now? Or maybe sheer gratitude at seeing his wish fulfilled? While streaming tears and surrounded by a thick mess of semen pooling around her mouth, she refused to let go of his cock.

For just a fleeting moment, his concern as a father vanished—he thought, "What kind of disgusting daughter is this?"

After all, she was Selen's child.

Selen and his very own daughter.

Some deep part of him finally conceded that she was supposed to be so dirty—and then turned in self-loathing, yanking his cock away hastily out of worry.

"O... oi... t-took my guard down for a sec... Are you okay, Elen?"

"Efu... efu, kefuu... eheh... drank Andy's... cum..."

"...tssss..."

Elenia made a face like she'd eaten something awful yet smiled anyway.

A shiver of lustful slickness ran through him.

Feeling that sense of confidence and superiority from his beloved daughter—that she now "knew about men"—plus the threatening feeling akin to blackmail with her statement, "I've tasted your seed," made him tremble once more at just how great this sin truly was.

And beneath that father's lower body, another daughter devoured him with reckless abandon.

"n... n, t-truly... so delicious... things like this...!!"

"Frena... c-owait a minute..."

"So why do you look like you're enjoying this so much... hm... tchu... you can't believe it...♪"

Wait, how could she keep licking while saying that? Not even doing it that carefully.

No words came out—he couldn't speak at all. His instincts had been bound by her daughters' fervent tongue worship, refusing any rejection whatsoever.

Tetes smiled softly.

"...Don't panic... there's plenty of time until Polka finishes♪"

That night, his daughters sucked on his penis repeatedly until their stomachs were distended with semen.
By the end, he lay down completely drained, unable to even think anymore.
...This was terrible stuff.

In Basson, where we were still debating the right length for our sleeves, Polka had already plunged into winter.
The coniferous forests donned cloaks of snow, and the grasslands transformed into a pristine white desert.
I remembered how, as a child, I would find that desolate sight inexplicably sorrowful and weep without reason. A miscalculation, or perhaps a delusion—I had imagined it was a colorless world extending endlessly in every direction……
In those scarce childhood years, even tomorrow seemed distant. The following spring was so far off that one might doubt whether it would ever truly arrive.
No matter how often my parents told me the world would turn green again when spring came, it felt impossibly far away, beyond reach.
When I mentioned this to Anzeros, he simply said, "That must be what it's like to see the world from a rural area." Having grown up in a metropolis, exposed daily to a vast variety of things, he apparently couldn't grasp the despair one feels before a snowy landscape.
The rest come from places with little snow or from inside ancient barriers in forests where winter doesn't exist, so only Neia and Johnny could empathize with me. Kier is an idiot, so it ended with him saying, "What's that?"

When I asked the children about it, they said they simply couldn't understand my worldview of the "whole world turning completely white."

"If you ride a dragon, you can go to Celesta even in winter, and things are just like usual over there," one said.

"I'm looking forward to staying at Talc during the Spirit Festival."

"That's nice—Talc. I hope they'll let me stay with Cosmos mom soon too."

Peter was left staring dumbfounded by Elenia. Claudio, as always, remained angelic.

But thinking about it, it’s interesting how the dragon means the scale of life is different from the start.

By the way, the Spirit Festival tradition involves all the dragons gathering in Polka to transport the children to Talc, where everyone enjoys an onyx party. Once that's done, they immediately return to Polka for the New Year Festival.

Among the children, the Spirit Festival in Talc is considered a leisure trip, while the New Year Festival in Polka is like a recital…… apparently.

In reality, the main Onyx family is terribly spoiling our kids. After gorging themselves at a lavish party, they even give them presents and allowance. There's no distinction among those with Asherton bloodline, beastfolk or white elf half-elves, let alone the children of Cosmos’s concubines or even Peter.

At one point, when the number exceeded a hundred, I started wondering if we weren't becoming a nuisance, but when Great Nancy said, "Given how much the children are looking forward to this, it would be stingy to hold back; can you truly call it the banquet of the greatest Dark Elf trading company?" there was no way Carlos could object.

But please stop saying things like, "If you lay a hand on my daughter, I'll chop off your dick even if Nancy scolds me!" It’s not just that you say it every single time, but now the kids are imitating you! Plus, your daughter is only five years old; no matter what, it's way too early.

If there were any children who didn't participate much in these events, it was because of their living arrangements: Tetes’s children.

The twin brother and sister are Sonia (older) and Tyrus (younger). Especially the younger one is expected to be the next Viscount Baster and is doted on by his grandfather, Old Eagle.

"Long time no see, Father."

"Oh, it's been two months."

I regularly visit the Viscount Baster’s residence in Renness to meet the siblings.

Most of the other children live in Polka, and when winter comes, they come to the Polka Academy and see me every day anyway. But I can't say that about these two.

Old Eagle has put a stop to naming rights issues, so I could force them to move to Polka if I wanted, but even then, I couldn't provide them with a life better than their noble lifestyle here. Besides, apparently Tetes shows elegant social graces befitting a Viscount Baster when he's on our side, so I felt it was questionable to keep emphasizing the truth about their mother to the children.

However, lately I’ve been wondering if this lifestyle is somehow correct as a father…… or maybe not……

Love must be what matters most, right? Well, saying love in my case…… I have over two hundred children, and I spend about half my day fornicating in the palace.

Despite my worries, the siblings are growing up intelligently, noble as they are, and just like Tetes’s children.

"Father, I have a question today."

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

"Yes, actually…… The other day, I visited the Gantlet Knights' barracks with Mother,"

Tyrus shook his hair, trimmed neatly like a young lord, and made a strange expression.

"Grand Knight Commander Felios fainted when he saw me…… apparently it was my fault, and I was isolated in a separate room by Mother and Knight Commander Berga. I was released after a while, though."

"…………I see."

"It seems to be related to you, Father…… but when I asked Mother, she couldn't give a clear answer."

"That’s because, Tyrus, I think it’s because you resemble me."

"Yes, people often say that."

If I were dressed in noble young lord attire as a child, I’d look exactly like Tyrus. That’s how certain I am; Tyrus has a face remarkably similar to mine.

In this regard, perhaps Peter, who inherited the name, was set aside, and the legitimacy of the Smaison family passed to Tyrus instead.

"Could it be that when Father meets Grand Knight Commander Felios, he reacts that way too?"

"When I see him, he tries a bit harder to look the part, but seeing you like that just caught me off guard."

I couldn't meet his eyes. If Felios ever found himself seated in my company against his will, he would instinctively transform into Black Felios. He wouldn't exactly attack, but he would don a mask and insist on the pretense of being a different person entirely.

Since he's already the top rank of the Gold Arm, I really wish he'd stop with the eccentric behavior. Honestly, Lord Alex (the former Earl Baster) keeps asking every time they meet if there isn't some way to fix this. It's not like it's my fault in the first place.

"It's no good... I'm sorry. It's not your fault that you look alike."

The top rank of the Gold Arm is a national hero.

Lord Baster, who was once called a demon, and the other three from my younger days have all already retired. Yet with new Gold Arms being born into the world, his formidable combat power—driven by his unmatched Earth Drive—and his dashing appearance continue to secure him an unshakably high popularity in Renfangas.

It wouldn't be a pleasant experience for anyone to be unable to properly converse with such a figure.

"...But Mother and Sonia always say they're glad I look like Father,"

"That's... well, about that..."

"......?"

"I think it's the hair."

"Oh... Yes, that's reassuring."

He had once grown hair via magic, but after being told by the Queen that "something was off," he gave up on a transplant. Now, his receding hairline has finally reached the back of his head.

Given his lineage, one might find it chilling to see this in a twelve-year-old.

Of course, just because she resembles me in facial features doesn't necessarily mean her hair growth patterns are identical. It's possible that particular trait skips generations in the Baster family.

Don't get complacent, son. I think we'll probably be able to figure something out if you come to Polka.

Sonia doesn't look anything like me at all.

Her delicate, bright blonde hair curls up at the ends, she has long eyelashes and a slender chin, and her refined features exude the vibe of an aristocratic young lady. She pulls off any of her overly decorated noble attire with ease.

Strangely, despite being twins with Tyrus, she doesn't resemble Tetes either. According to Tetes, she looks like her mother instead.

In novels, it's a standard trope for the father to wonder at moments like this, "Is she really my child?", but with her twin brother looking exactly like me, there's no room for doubt.

However, despite the significant age gap, I can somewhat understand Mr. Eagle's urge to approach Tetes's mother; Sonia is quite pretty.

...And yet, whether she inherited Tetes's talent as a warrior or not, her physical abilities are abnormally high.

"Dad, you came."

"Ah, I told you I'd be here... But where were you?"

"At the Gants' Knights training ground!"

"......Wasn't that forbidden by Old Man Eagle? Because you could get scars on your face."

"It's fine, fine. Mama said, 'If you go to Polka, any injury can be cured, so don't hold back.'"

"...Is being a Gants Knight what you actually want?"

"Mm, not really. I just think swordsmanship is interesting. I feel like I could take one from Berga soon."

"...No, um. It's impressive, but if you get seriously hurt doing that, I can understand why Old Man gets angry."

Berga... are you actually about to lose a round to our twelve-year-old? You're just holding back and letting her win on purpose, right?

...But part of me wonders if maybe she really is that strong, while another part asks what kind of mindset it is to say someone isn't going to make the Gants Knights despite being so strong. It would be one thing if she had a lofty ambition as a warrior, but if not, I just want my beautiful daughter to stop doing dangerous combat training.

Sure, injuries can be treated by going to Polka or relying on Break Cores, but that's assuming it ends with mere injury. There's a one-in-ten-thousand chance of dying in a training accident. I'd rather not imagine that.

"Anyway, why being strong means becoming a Gants Knight? Fighting monsters sounds boring. If anything, getting a dragon to breathe fire would be absolutely faster."

"I think it's a bit much for you, Papa, to count Dragon Breath like that."

Well, every year we ultimately respond to Renfangas's requests and assist in the monster invasions to some degree, I suppose.

Since doing too much could affect international relations, we've recently refrained from wiping them out completely. But the fact that I hold the authority to issue such orders has probably skewed my daughter's perception quite a bit.

"If you have the arm for Gants Knight, Ace Knight is the obvious choice. Even foreigners can receive the title if they pass the exam, right?"

"...Why does being an Ace Knight make it better?"

"Because they write songs about them."

For a reason like that?

...Well, I guess you're right. It’s true that bardic songs rarely feature the Gantle Knights as their subject. Probably because if all they do is kick monsters in the ass, it doesn't really lend itself to much narrative depth for an epic tale.

"If anything, wouldn't it be better to become the protagonist of a hero's ballad like Sieg Beaker? A wonderful sort of hero!"

"...I-I suppose so."

"Uuuh... but, you know. To become the Ace Knight, I'd have to work with Celesta's army, right? And then my dream would..."

"...No, presumably you have dreams other than that, too."

"...Mm-hmm."

A dreamer at just twelve. That’s a good thing.

The beautiful girl, who bore no resemblance whatsoever to her parents, blushed slightly and averted her eyes.

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

"Ahh... well, um..."

As a child's dream, it’s incredibly wholesome. Seeing her parents' example, admiring them, wishing to do the same job.

For the parents, it might be a tear-jerking moment.

But first off, Tetes puts on quite the facade of a competent noble here... which means the reality is completely different.

That reality involves her flying all over the place while engaging in rampant copulation in the "Flying Screw Room" alongside me and the other female slaves, occasionally negotiating business for the S&F Foundation.

She definitely practices contraception after giving birth to two children, but despite being thirty-something, thanks to Polka she looks like she’s only just past twenty. At her prime as a woman, her libido is only growing stronger.

The idea of her daughter aspiring to become such a mother in the future was... I don't know if I should be cheering for it or not.

"Swordsmanship is fun, and I look up to hero ballads too... but yeah. In the end, I want to work with Mom."

"...W-Well done. But I think Sonia has plenty of other talents, too. Surely she does."

I offered encouragement while looking away.

She’s only twelve. I think it’s fine if she changes her dreams a lot going forward. Please change them for us.

It felt a bit harsh to expose the truth about her parents from me directly.

"Oh. And..."

"Mm?"

"...Once I gain some confidence, I want to settle things with Frena from Glanz."

"Settle it!?"

What is Frena doing? You failed at swordsmanship in the end, didn't you?

"...The last time we met at Polka, she threw a spider toy at me... and I got so surprised I nearly had an accident."

"..."

Frena. If you keep playing pranks on everyone like that, you’re going to get yourself killed.

"I chased her in earnest but she escaped... ah, I’ve also managed to figure out how to summon Earth Drive and such, so this time I’m definitely going to make her apologize."

"...For something like that, just talk to me or Tetes first. We’ll set up a proper reconciliation meeting for you two."

"That’s not enough! It’s..."

The beautiful noble girl grimaced, frustration bleeding into her voice.

Honestly, even though Polka can cure anything, I’d hate for their daughterly showdowns to get taken seriously.

But... yeah. If the parents meddle and forcibly suppress it, residual resentment would probably remain.

"...That’s why, the next time we see Sonia, you should preemptively perform a full prostration apology."
The "Flying Screw Room" took off from Renneest.
I waved to the children from the window, then turned back inside and let out a sigh.
...Actually, Frena had come along this time. That was close.

It seems they’d been wandering around town playing with Maya, so there was a chance we might have bumped into them if we weren’t careful.

"Doing a deep one like that? It’s just weird that Sonia actually burst into tears over such a tiny bit of mischief."

Frena turned her head away sharply. ...She was wearing a strapless bra and pants with no crotch lining—pretty explicit underwear.

Since she still had flat-as-a-pancake breasts, there wasn't much sex appeal to it, but being in the "fuck room" dressed like that was clearly a bid to one-up Elenia.

Right. Elenia was there too, of course. In almost exactly the same getup.

Naturally, I hadn’t given them any such instructions.

"Well, Sonia’s pretty moody anyway, so she’ll have forgotten all about it by spring ♪ Now then, Master, please show us your dick ♪"

It turned out the boss of this operation was the current Duke of Baster, Tetes, who was wearing the same outfit.

"...No, seriously, are you making me do this? With my kid? This is totally crossing a line."

"Master. What we’re doing right now isn't procreation, just simple skin-to-skin contact."

"You don’t usually call using your dick 'simple' skin-to-skin contact."

"Since both of you have already thoroughly checked your intentions, please stop making a fuss. You'll end up being disliked by Elenia-chan."

"I— No, wait, hang on a sec. For one thing?"

On the way to Rennest, Tetes had suggested it and given them an extensive showcase of serious sex.

Her argument was that if they were so interested, it was better to show them reality as-is and shock them rather than vaguely wrapping things up... So I ended up ejaculating about four times each into each of Tetes’s three holes.

Tetes had preambled with, "This is the kind of sex lovers enjoy. Usually, that would be done with the father, right? If I did it with that Eagle old man, I’d probably fake my death and just kill him off," before moaning her head off, but the two girls who watched the scene intently didn't seem scared in the least.

Setting aside the fact that Elenia has always directed abnormally twisted desires toward me, Frena was probably just trying to compete with Elenia at best. I thought maybe I could drop at least her from this, but... so far, that plan hadn’t succeeded.

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

"...Honestly, it’s just impossible for a girl to touch her father's dick."

I handed over my dick, which Tetes had gotten hard enough to twitch, very slowly to my two daughters.

Elenia pounced on it, while Frena kept her eyes darting around but still brought her face close.

From behind my waist, Tetes placed a hand there and moved the dick up and down, swaying it gently.

"You smell lecherous, don't you? The smell of procreation from the Papa who was banging me all over the place just now... ♪"

"...U—Uh..."

"...Smells gross."

I really have no idea what kind of situation this is. Sighing, I tried to mask the excitement that had unexpectedly sprouted within me.

My eldest daughter, Elenia, whom I had nurtured carefully. She’s feisty at heart but loves being taken care of. And Frena, who looks like she doesn't care but actually craves attention.

My two cute daughters were bringing their faces close to my dick, challenging themselves to a blowjob.

The situation is definitely wrong, but I can't completely deny that there's a strange arousal present.

"...Hmm."

And then.

Elenia slowly closed her eyes, hesitantly, and kissed the side of the glans.

Seeing that, Frena quivered her lips, her small mouth writhing with complex emotions as she tried to decide whether to say something or continue the competition, looking up at me.

Squeezing her eyes shut tight, as if saying "what the hell," she stuck out her tongue and began licking the opposite side of the glans, poking at it.

"...Ewe."

"Nah, Frena, if you really hate it, just quit anytime. No need to force yourself."

"...It tastes awful... R-Really, why don't you put some sugar on it first..."

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

She’s still a kid, I realized with a cold clarity.

However, seeing Frena's reaction, Elenia smiled and pulled the head of my dick into her mouth, monopolizing it completely.

“Ah…!”
“♪”
Elenia took only the glans into her mouth, using her tongue to tickle the underside of my shaft.
Under normal circumstances, I should have been able to withstand it. Fellatio was Tetes’s specialty too, and Anzeros, Apple, the dragons, and the prostitutes were all different from pregnant daughters who simply offered up their bodies, so they would constantly tease me, flaunting their dominance.
But my beloved daughter had finally accepted my cock into her mouth. Knowing that this act was intended to make me ejaculate, yet welcoming it with her mucous membranes—that impact, something between excitement and despair, rippled through my body.
And then I realized, a beat too late, that she had compensated for the lack of physical pleasure from earlier. I tried to hold back, but my body was already hurtling toward release.
A father. My daughter’s lips, tongue, and upper palate alone were enough to make me lose all dignity.

“Hn… e-Elen…!!”
“Mn… nn…!?”

I came.

Thick, concentrated cum raced through my urethra with a duduluuruu sensation, and a moment later, I slammed it unceremoniously into my daughter’s mouth without a shred of mercy.

“Mnē… m, nguh… mnah, phht… nūū… ♪”

Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation down her throat.

I don’t taste it myself, but daughters who can just chug cum like that are rare. Even among the prostitutes at Cosmos’s place, there were ones whose best effort was to hold it in and spit it out.

But Elenia… narrowing her eyes, occasionally gagging, letting it spill from the corners of her mouth, she worked her throat.

Whether it was the mental shock of a sudden ejaculation, a defensive reaction to the masculine stench she could never have experienced in her life before, or perhaps the overwhelming emotion of having her wish granted, she streamed tears while keeping my cock gripped in her mouth, even as her face became a mess of semen.

My paternal consideration vanished for just a split second, replaced by the thought: What an indecent daughter.

Because she was Selen’s daughter.

Selen and my daughter.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I accepted that she should be indecent, despised myself for it, then hastily withdrew my cock, panicking to check on her.

“O-Oh… s-sorry, you just let go… are you okay, Elen?”

“Pfft… pffft, chuff…… hehe, I drank Andy’s… semen.”

“…!”

Elenia laughed, despite her wretched expression.

A shuddering allure.

The confidence and sense of superiority I felt coming from my beloved daughter—that she “knew men,” and the threat-like sensation of knowing “the taste of your semen”—made me tremble again at the enormity of this moral corruption.

And then, another daughter had thrown herself at my lower half with a frenzied intensity.

“Nn… nn, this is bad… something like this…!”

“Frena… w-wait, hey…!”

“Why are you licking it so tasty? Hmm, nff… slurp… I can’t believe it… ♪”

Wait, if that’s what you’re saying, why are you still licking it? So meticulously, no less.

I couldn’t voice those words. My daughter’s fervent tongue-service had bound my instincts to refusal.

Tetes smiled.

“…There’s no need to rush… there’s plenty of time until Polka, you know ♪”

That night, the daughters kept latching onto my meat rod until their bellies were swollen with semen.
Ultimately, I lost the will to think and just lay there.
…This is going badly.

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.

Even as we’re still debating sleeve length around the Basson area, polka has already turned into a winter scene.

The pine forest is wrapped in snow, and the meadow has turned into a blank, white desert.

As a child, I sometimes cried over the desolate sight for no reason at all. It felt like the world had become a colorless place that stretched endlessly… or perhaps it was just an illusion or a fantasy.

Back when I was young, with so little life ahead of me, even tomorrow seemed far away. Next spring? It felt like something that might never actually come.

No matter how much my parents told me that the world would turn green again in the spring, it always felt like something that would never reach me.

…When I told Anzeros about this, he said, “So that’s what the world looks like from a rural perspective.” He grew up in the city and has so many different things to see every day, so he doesn’t understand the despair of seeing only snow.

Everyone else is from places with little snow or, even worse, forests that don’t get winter at all. Only Neia and Johnny could relate to how I felt. Kiel just shrugged it off with a "What’s that about?"

When I asked the kids, they said they didn’t understand my sense of the world turning completely white.

"You can still visit Celesta even in winter if you ride on a dragon, and things are the same as always over there."

"I’m looking forward to staying at Talc during the Spirit Festival."

"Hey, Talc’s nice. I hope they’ll let me stay at Cosmos Mama’s place soon too."

Peter looks dumbfounded by Elenia’s comment. Claudius, as always, is an angel.

However, thanks to the dragon, the scale of living here from the start is just different.

By the way, during the Spirit Festival, all the dragons gather in Polka to send the children to Talc and enjoy a party together. After that, they return immediately for Polka's New Year Festival.

Among the children, Talc's Spirit Festival seems like an entertainment trip, while Polka's New Year Festival is more like a performance event... or so it seems.

In truth, Onyx, the original family, spoils our children rotten. They throw lavish parties where they get to eat their fill and receive gifts and pocket money. It’s not just the children with Ashton’s blood; even the cat beastmen, white elves, half-breeds, and of course, Cosmos-san’s courtesans and Peter are treated equally.

I was starting to think it might become a hassle with over a hundred people by now, but when Nancy-sama said, "How can we call this the grand banquet of Dark Elves if we’re being stingy when the children are looking forward to it so much?" Carlos-san had no choice but to agree.

But please don’t say things like, "I’ll cut you down no matter how mad Nancy is if you lay a hand on my daughter!" every time you see me. The kids keep mimicking it, and besides, your daughter is only five—this is way too early for that.

As for children who don’t often participate in these events, it’s mainly because of their living situation: the children of Teteus.

There are twin siblings: Sonia, the elder sister, and Tyrus, the younger brother. Especially the younger one, who is expected to be the next Marquis Buster and is doted on by his grandfather, Eagle-sama.

"Long time no see, Father."

"Yes, it’s been two months."

I visit the Marquis Buster’s mansion in Rennest regularly just to see these siblings.

Most of the others live in Polka, and once winter comes, they’ll all come to Polka Academy every day. But these siblings are different—they can’t be seen like that.

Eagle-sama has secured the naming rights, so it’s not impossible to force him to take me to Polka, but even if I did, he wouldn’t be able to provide a better life than what I have here as a noble. Besides, Tetes seems to be putting on a splendid social performance as Marquis Buster while here, and I feel it’s not right to push too hard on the truth about my mother.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if this kind of life is truly right for me as a father… or maybe it isn’t… These are the thoughts that keep me up at night.

Isn’t love what really matters? Or rather, in my case… I have over 200 children… and about half the day spent copulating in the palace…

Even so, my siblings are growing up smartly, just like noble children should, and just like Tetes’s children.

"Father. I have a question for you today."

"What is it? Actually, since they’re my children, just ask me directly without any preamble."

"Yes. Well… the other day, when Mother and I visited the garrison of the Gantlet Knights…"

Tyrus, looking very much like a young noble with his neatly trimmed hair swaying, made an odd expression.

"Upon seeing me, Knight Commander Felios collapsed… and it seems that it was my fault. Mother and Captain Berg ended up isolating me in another room. They released me after a while, though."

"…………Hmm."

"It seems to be related to you, Father… but when I asked Mother about it, she wouldn’t give me a clear answer."

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

"Ha. That’s what I always hear."

If you dressed up a child from back then in the clothes of a noble’s son, they’d look just like Tyrus. I can confidently say that because Tyrus has a face so similar to mine.

When it comes to this, even Peter, who inherited the name, might have taken the role of the rightful heir of the Smyth family to Tyrus.

"Could it be that Father also acts like that when he meets Sir Felius?"

"...I try a bit harder when I meet him, but it was probably because I was caught off guard by seeing you."

I avert my eyes. When Sir Felius has to sit with me, he always turns into Black Felius. He doesn’t attack or anything, but he puts on the mask and insists on being a completely different person.

He’s already the head of Gold Arm, so I wish he’d stop with the antics. Honestly, every time I meet Alex-sama (formerly Lord Buster), he says something like, "Can’t you do something about that?" It’s not like I can help it.

"I’m sorry... It’s not your fault you look like him."

The head of Gold Arm is a hero to the people.

Lord Buster, who was called the Demon, and the other three from my younger days, have all retired by now, but with new Gold Arms emerging, his continued combat prowess and elegant appearance, combined with Earth Drive, still hold an unshakable popularity in Renfanga.

It’s not exactly a pleasant feeling to not be able to speak properly with someone like that.

"...But Mother and Sonia always tell me how glad they are that I look like Father."

"Ah, that thing…"

"...Huh?"

"I think it’s the hair…"

"Yes, I agree. That’s a relief."

At one point, the former Baron had his hair grown magically but was told by the Queen that "something wasn’t right," so he gave up on the hair transplant and let it grow back to the nape of his neck.

Given her bloodline, even as a 12-year-old, I can’t help but feel a sense of dread.

Of course, just because she looks like me doesn’t mean her hair will behave the same. That part might still be from the Buster family.

Don’t let your guard down, son. I think things will probably work out if you come to Polka.

Sonia doesn’t look anything like me.

Her delicate, light-colored hair curls at the ends, her eyelashes are long, her chin is slender, and her features are so refined that she looks exactly like a noble lady. She could pull off any of the overly ornate noble dresses.

It’s strange, given that she’s a twin with Tyrus, but she doesn’t look anything like Tetes either. Tetes says she resembles their mother instead.

In stories, this is usually the moment when someone would start doubting whether they’re really my child, but with my twin brother looking exactly like me, there’s no room for doubt.

However, despite the significant age gap between them, I can somewhat understand Eagle-san’s feelings for Tete’s mother—she’s quite a beauty.

…Yet, perhaps because she inherited Tete’s talent as a warrior, her physical abilities are surprisingly high.

“Papa, you’re here.”

“Yes, I said I’d come… Wait, where have you been?”

“The Gantlet Knights’ training grounds!”

“…Didn’t Eagle-san forbid that? Because it could leave scars on your face.”

“No problem, no problem. Mama even said, ‘If you go to Polka, any injury will heal, so just go for it.’”

“…You want to join the Gantlet Knights?”

“Well, not really? I just find swordsmanship interesting. I think I’m almost ready to beat Berg-san.”

“…Yeah, I get that. It’s impressive, but if you got seriously injured, Eagle-san would be mad.”

Berg, are you really about to lose to our 12-year-old? You’re just letting her win to build her confidence, aren’t you?

However, while part of me wonders if maybe… another part of me thinks, ‘Wait, if she’s that strong, what’s the point of not joining the Gantlet Knights?’ If she has some high ideals as a warrior, that’s fine, but if she doesn’t, I hope she stops doing dangerous combat training. She’s such a beautiful girl—she shouldn’t be putting herself in harm’s way.

"Sure, if it’s just an injury, you could go to Polka or rely on Break Core to heal it, but that’s only if it stays as an injury. But there’s a one-in-a-million chance of dying in a training accident. I don’t want to imagine something like that."

"Anyway, why does becoming stronger mean being a Gantlet Knight? Fighting monsters isn’t exactly exciting, is it? If that’s the case, it’d be way faster to just have the Dragon breathe on them."

"I’m not sure if counting on dragon breaths is really the best idea, Dad."

Well, I do end up helping out with the annual Lefangas’ request and joining the monster invasion to some extent every year.

But if we go too far, it could affect international relations, so lately I’ve been holding back from wiping them out completely. Still, the fact that I hold the authority to give those orders feels like it’s causing a bit of distortion in my daughter’s perception.

"If you have the skill to become a Gantlet Knight, you should definitely aim for Ace Knight. Even foreigners can take the exam and get awarded one, right?"

"...Why would being an Ace Knight be better?"

"Because they’d sing songs about you."

Is that really the reason?

...Well, I guess it’s true that I don’t often hear bards composing songs about Gantlet Knights. It’s probably because, in general, fighting monsters is just about scattering them, and there’s not much story to it.

"But if you’re going to become someone people sing about, why not aim for something like Sieg Becker, a truly heroic figure?"

"...I-I see."

[Japanese]
"Auu~, but you know. When you become Ace Night, you have to work for the Celesta army, right? That means my dream..."

"...No, I guess there are other dreams too, in a separate way."

"...Yeah."

A 12-year-old with many dreams. Not a bad thing.

The beautiful girl who didn’t look anything like her parents at all, slightly blushing, shifted her gaze.

"...I want to work with Dad, just like Mama did..."

"Ahh... um..."

For a child’s dream, it was very wholesome. She saw her parents, admired them, and wished to do the same job.

As a parent, it might even bring tears to your eyes.

But first, Tete had been putting on quite the act as a capable noble in this world... which meant it wasn’t the reality. And the reality was...

...that she’d been running around the world, flying from place to place while having sex non-stop in the "flying yari room" with me and other male slaves, occasionally negotiating business deals for the "S&F Foundation."

After giving birth twice, she had started using contraception, but Tete, who looked like a 20-something thanks to her frequent visits to the polka club despite being in her 30s, was at her most desirable as a woman, and her libido only grew stronger.

It’s kind of… I don’t know if I should encourage her to aim for that kind of mother in the future.

"Swordsmanship is fun, and I admire hero tales too… but yeah. I really want to work with Mom."

"...Good luck. But I think Sonia has a lot of other talents too, you know?"

I encouraged her while averting my gaze.

She’s only 12 years old. It’s okay for her to change her dreams many times from now on. I wish she’d keep changing them.

I couldn’t bring myself to reveal the truth about my father and mother to her.

"Oh. And…"

"Yeah."

"When I met Frena in Polka the other day, she threw that spider toy at me… and I was so shocked I couldn’t help but let it slip."

"What!?"

What’s Frena doing? Didn’t her swordsmanship fail after all?

"...The other day, when I met Frena in Polka, she threw that spider toy at me… and I was so shocked I couldn’t help but let it slip."

"…………"

Frena. You really need to stop pranking everyone, or you’ll die.

"I chased her seriously, but she escaped… Ah, I’ve finally managed to get the Earth Drive working, so this time I’ll make her apologize for sure."

"...You should start by talking to me or Tethis first. I’ll set up a proper reconciliation session."

"That won’t work! It’s just…"

The beautiful noble girl clenched her teeth in frustration.

Honestly, even if you say it’ll be fine after a Polka, I don’t want to see a serious fight between girls.

But, you know, even if their parents intervene and force them to make up, there’s still going to be lingering resentment.

"...So, the next time I see Sonia, I’ll preemptively do a full-on prostration."

The "flying spear room" took off from Lennest.

I waved at the kids through the window and then turned back to face the interior, sighing.

...Actually, Frena was with us this time. That was close.

It seems she was wandering around the town with Mia, so there’s a chance we might have crossed paths.

"Prostrating yourself on the ground is lame. It’s weird that Sonia would seriously cry over such a little prank."

Frena turned her head sharply. …In her erotic underwear, no cup for her bra and no crotch for her panties.

She was still flat-chested, so there was no charm to it, but wearing that outfit in the "bedroom" was her way of countering Elenia.

That’s right. Elenia was also there, of course. Wearing almost the same outfit.

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

"Well, Sonia is pretty fickle, so by spring she’ll probably have forgotten all about it♪ More importantly, Master, please show me your cock♪"

The boss, Marquis Tetes, was also there in the same outfit as the current Buster.

"...Wait, are you seriously going to let them do this? To a child? This is totally out of line."

"Master, what we’re doing now isn’t about making babies—it’s just some skinship."

"You don’t usually call 'skinship' that uses a cock 'just some.'"

"Both of you already confirmed your intentions clearly, so stop whining. If you do, Elenia will hate you."

"Wha—wait, hold on. First of all..."

On the way to Rennest, Tetes suggested I show her a full-on, serious sex demonstration.

If she’s this interested, it’s better to just show her outright and shock her rather than dragging it out with half-baked excuses... That’s the logic behind me ejaculating about four times each into all three of Tetes’ holes.

Tetes prefaced it by saying, "This is sex between people who like each other. It’s not something you’d do with your dad, right? If I had to choose between doing it with that old Eagle grandpa and pretending he died of illness, I’d kill him," but despite that, the two of them watched intently without flinching.

Elenia already has abnormal desires directed at me, but Frena is just trying to keep up with her. At least one of them should drop out... I thought, but so far, I haven’t been able to make that happen.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. A blowjob is safe, Papa-san♪"

"...Honestly, the fact that a girl is touching her dad’s dick is already impossible."

I slowly handed my cock, which Tetes had gotten erect, to the two girls.

Elenia took it in her mouth, while Frena hesitantly leaned closer, her eyes darting around.

Tetes placed her hand behind my back and began moving my cock up and down with a gentle motion.

"It smells naughty, doesn’t it? The scent of Papa’s cum from when he was making babies with me earlier...♪"

"...Yeah..."

"...It stinks."

What on earth is this situation? I sighed, trying to hide the faint excitement that had unexpectedly risen within me.

My beloved eldest daughter, Elenia. A rebellious girl who deep down craved attention and affection—Frena.

My two adorable daughters were leaning in close to my cock, ready to take on a blowjob.

This situation was undeniably wrong, but I couldn’t fully deny the strange excitement that still lingered.

"...Nn."

And then.

Elenia slowly closed her eyes, hesitating, and kissed the side of the glans.

Seeing this, Frena’s lips trembled as she seemed to debate whether to speak or keep up the competition. Her small mouth wriggled in confusion as she looked up at me.

With a firm shut-eye, as if to say, "Here goes," she stuck out her tongue and licked the opposite side of the glans.

"...Uweh."

"No, if you really don’t like it, stop anytime, Frena. Don’t push yourself too hard."

"...It's not delicious... R-really, why didn’t you put some sugar on it...?"

"...Sugar on my dick? That’s a bit much."

I’ve calmed down and realized I’m just a kid.

But as Frena watched Elenia smile, she took possession of the tip, sucking it into her mouth.

"Ahh...!"

"♪"

Elenia continued to only take the tip, teasing the underside with her tongue.

Normally, I could handle it. Frena is skilled at giving blowjobs, as are Anzeros and Apple, and even the dragons and courtesans—unlike the pregnant girls who just offer their bodies. They often challenge me to prove my superiority.

But now, knowing that my beloved daughter had finally accepted my cock into her mouth, knowing it was for the purpose of ejaculation... a wave of excitement and despair surged through me.

Then, a little later, I realized it had replaced the physical pleasure, and though I tried to hold back, my body was already heading toward climax.

My father, just from the sensation of my daughter’s lips, tongue, and palate, felt so undignified.

"Ah... El...!!"

"nn...ngh...!?"

I was about to cum.

The sensation of thick, rich semen rushing through my urethra like a raging river made me tremble, and in an instant, I unleashed it without mercy into my daughter’s mouth.

"Nngh...nngh...ah, ugh...ngh...♪"

Elenia, however, swallowed that violent ejaculation whole.

I’ve never experienced it myself, but there are few daughters who can suddenly drink semen without hesitation. Even among Cosmos’s courtesans, some struggle to hold it in before spitting it out.

But Elenia... she narrowed her eyes, sometimes gagged, and even let a bit spill from the corners of her mouth as she moved her throat.

Whether it was the mental shock of the sudden ejaculation, a defense mechanism against the male scent she’d never experienced before in her life, or simply the excitement of fulfilling her wish, she cried tears while letting the semen drip around her mouth, yet she didn’t let go of my cock.

For just a moment, my fatherly concern vanished, and I couldn’t help but think how lewd she was.

After all, she’s Selen’s daughter.

She’s Selen and my daughter.

I convinced myself in some part of my mind that it was only natural, but then I felt disgusted with myself and quickly pulled out my cock, trying to act concerned.

"O-oh... s-sorry, I let my guard down... Are you okay, Ele?"

"Eheh... eheh, kehu... ...Hehe, Andy's... semen... I drank it all."

"..."

Ele smiled, even though her face looked terrible.

A chilling allure.

The confidence and sense of superiority I felt from my beloved daughter, as if she had "come to know men," and the almost threatening sensation of her saying, "I've learned the taste of your semen," sent a shiver through me as I realized once again just how sinful this was.

And yet, another daughter was greedily lapping at her father's lower body.

"Nn... nn, it's true... this is... bad...!"

"Frena... hey, wait..."

"What are you doing, eating it so eagerly... hamu, nn... slurp... like it's delicious? I can't believe it...♪"

Wait, why are you saying that while licking it so carefully?

I couldn't even find the words to ask. My instincts were binding me with a refusal as I watched my daughter's passionate tongue service.

Tetes smiled.

"...No need to rush... We’ve got plenty of time, Polka♪"

That night, the girls continued to suck on their father’s cock until they were filled with semen and could barely move.

Eventually, I lost the will to think and just lay there.

...This is bad.