Taruk is quite hot even in winter, with temperatures around what summer feels like back home in Polka.
Polka stays mild enough in summer that long sleeves aren't much of a nuisance, so if you translate this to a normal place on Earth, it's roughly spring or autumn.
Since we're flying into the heart of midwinter snow, the kids have to change clothes halfway through. Managing all that logistics falls to Neia, who doubles as one of Frena's overseers, along with a few other accompanying adults.

As for me, well... since I'm spending almost the entire time in Polka completely naked anyway, it's less about changing and more about finally putting clothes on once we get close to Taruk.
Not that it matters much—the cabin holds ten people at once. Of course things get heated up.
No matter how wildly we go, by the time we've satisfied five or six of them in sequence, they're usually good as new again. Even if I'm fucking back-to-back, my partners are doing slow two- to three-hour sessions; it's basically an infinite loop.

Of course, I'm not sexing without eating, drinking, or sleeping—though the atmosphere certainly helps. During waking hours, almost everyone has some dick up their ass one way or another. It'll wrap up much faster than a walking trip, but on the girls' side, there's nothing else to do but fuck, so they're bored out of their minds. And thanks to years of doping and training, I'm at a point now where I barely worry about running dry.

...Sometimes I even get scared to think seriously about where my semen is supposed to come from. But yeah, that's just the state we're in: our caravan trail is permanently soaked through with the stench of lust inside those cabins.

...Well then.
"Welcome, human! The kids look healthy and that's great—but wait a minute, didn't Elenia come out of your cabin just now? Yeah, my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. She's grown taller since last year again, but damn it, that IS Elenia, right? I mean, you ride some goddamn huge multi-person bed, and she jumps onto it—that means—"

"Take a breath, Carlos."

"Can any man take a breath like this bastard finally has his own daughter?! From now on, Rebecca won't even get to touch YOU! Try breathing in the same space as her! I'll carve out her reproductive organs with a knife and feed them to desert lizards so she can never breed again!"

"Carlos, she's only five..."

"She turned six last month! Congrats!—wait no, don't give me that shit. A man who gets cumming at his own flesh-and-blood thirteen-year-old won't suddenly be horny for his six-year-old niece? I don't buy it!"

Since Carlos was going full-blown deranged, Nancy quietly appeared out of nowhere and silenced him with a throat slash like she always does.

"Guh—"

"Hey there, Andi! It's been half a year, huh? Well, you stopped by Cosmos Emporium after the Summer Spirit Festival, so in terms of Taruk proper, it's been four months?"

"...Oh, yeah. Long time no see."

After slinging Carlos's collar and laying him on a nearby bench to nap, Nancy耸了 her shoulders and watched the kids head into the lodging.
"It's getting cramped, huh? How many more are there this year?"

"...Uh... uh... compared to last year... maybe 24 people?"

"...Not enough if we count from two years ago. Let's expand the buildings by next year."

Every year my children increase in number. Sure, we don't bring infants since air travel is risky for them, but especially those from the cat-beastfolk colony are booming fast.
We've even commissioned a dedicated dormitory within Onyx's grounds for our kids to stay in—but even so, some can't fit and have to bunk in part of Diane's brothers' private quarters.

"If we needed to, we could just rent an inn outside..."

"In that case, it wouldn't reflect well on us. Don't worry—we have plenty of land—and I don't want to ostracize any of the children. Most importantly, Rebecca should be able to enjoy Spirit Festival nights casually with her cousins."

"...Y-yes sir."

Rebecca, Carlos and his wife's daughter, was doted on excessively because she's their long-awaited only child, so she rarely gets much freedom. And honestly, there aren't any age-appropriate cousins around either.
Out of the nearly hundred Diane-siblings, in the last ten years, ONLY the sisters under my care have given birth. Normally dark elves don't give birth that frequently.

But children need someone who shares their kid perspective. That's why for Rebecca, my kids are the only ones she can mess around with without any awkwardness whatsoever.
"However... yeah. Andi, I'm not impressed or anything? Once you use 'we raised them' as a shield, kids can't defy their parents. Especially a first daughter is precious to a father. I don't doubt the feelings of loving her—but that doesn't mean physical relations."

"Not at all... if anything, we're working hard to stop it..."

"...?"

Elenia... that's what regular adult common sense looks like. No matter what, dads always become villains.

...Even so, they clearly don't get it.

Alright then.
As scheduled, we arrived in the late afternoon.
The kids feasted on a lavish buffet-style dinner at party tables set up in the yard, splashed around in the family bath pool afterwards, and then headed off to sleep.

Carlos quietly reached out to each of them, promising gifts for everyone on the actual day of the Spirit Festival itself.
To my astonishment, Carlos remembers ALL two hundred of our kids—even though he sees them only once a year. Face, name, even their favorite things—he knows them all.

I suppose it's only natural for Anemone to be drawn to Mr. Carlos's thoughtfulness, Cosmos.

As for me, I can't simply watch over those children...

"Hey-ho, everyone, pay attention! The owner is here~♪" Saying so, Cosmos took my arm and led me down the street in front of "Cosmos House." Immediately, female employees from nearby general stores and restaurants popped out in a flurry, beginning to clear shop. "That's it for today, closing time~♪" "Whoa... wait, what's going on?" "It's the store's decision~♪ We'll be closed until the Spirit Festival, come visit us another time~♪" "Hey, man, you were still drinking!" Drunk patrons were ushered out one by one, casting suspicious glances at the cause of this sudden shutdown: me and Cosmos. "You don't have to close up just because..." "All our chain branches are secondary businesses for prostitutes anyway, and since it's unfair if we can't mix in with the main house today~♪" Now I'm about to enter what amounts to a brothel, "Cosmos House." Inside, guests caught in the middle of their play will likely be turned out too. It seems bad for reputation, doesn't it? But apparently, since I've arrived, it's become this kind of "festival." Yes. Now I am the "Owner," the ruler of this pleasure quarter centered around this brothel... Well, no. Cosmos is just saying that. In reality, I contribute nothing to the shop and haven't taken any earnings. Seems that from the moment I impregnated her, in effect I became the "husband" and shared assets with her (at least under Tark's law, which apparently dictates such a thing), so the brothel is now mine to do with as I please, allowing me to pick and choose among the affiliated prostitutes whenever I like. I vaguely recall Cosmos making that kind of sales pitch when she came to push herself on me once before, but I never took it in that sense. Sure, even if I don't pick and choose, there are female slaves and dragons around normally, so I'm not lacking in any way down below—but apparently, Cosmos and her lieutenant-like, Miss Isabel have announced: "If you want to go to the spa in Polka, make a strong appeal to the Owner." Which means that now that we're here in Tark, the flow is set up so I have to deal with these prostitutes. Even if you want to come to Polka, why bother flattering me? You can be transported normally... That's what I always argue, and in truth, most of the affiliated prostitutes seem to understand it. But that aside, apparently there are plenty of prostitutes eager to take on a man like me: "One who boasts an ogre-level volume of ejaculation, endless stamina for rapid-fire rounds, and above all, the technique to casually screw Cosmos and Miss Isabel at the same time in a threesome." As expected, every single one of them is genuinely, hardcore perverted women who chose this line of work out of love. "It's been a while, Owner~♪" "No, Isabel, I came four months ago myself." "If that long a time has passed, I think calling it 'long time no see' is quite appropriate. Here are your Isabel Coins for this visit." Jarra, jarra... She handed me a bag of gold coins loaded solidly with them. Does this even mean anything anymore?... Well, at least to the prostitutes, they can probably exchange them later into a decent amount of cash. "But I don't have much time to spend like this... Plus, since I'm here as part of a family enjoying the Spirit Festival, I know I can't just stay cooped up in the brothel, right?" "We're hoping your feelings will change~♪" "I seem to recall Isabel was a stricter person when it came to running the brothel, back when I knew her..." Staying here means, as we saw earlier, throwing away the chance to earn income as a brothel. I feel like Isabel's job should be to do something to put an end to a situation like this sooner or later. "Hmm... Well, honestly, business isn't struggling particularly at the moment even if we just leave it alone. Besides, the Owner has been earning for us too." "No, I haven't earned anything?" "You have? You and Cosmos are quite energetically circulating the economy together." "............What about the S&F Foundation matter?" "Yes." What... How was that income generated, and where does the money go? It seems it also flows back to me. Well, if I've become the "Owner" somehow along the way, it's not strange at all that I might have inadvertently become an investor myself too, is it?... Worrying about it. Anyway, the flow of funds in that activity was incomprehensible to me from the start, so I left the management entirely in Cosmos and Irina and Tetes's hands. Then the prostitutes who couldn't wait any longer poked their heads in. "Ooh-ner~♪ If you want to have fun with those kids, it'd be better to just screw them all over as soon as possible. So, let's have a showdown! Hurry up, hurry up~♪"

"Leave Dominas for later. It's too much hassle to shift everyone after you've gone absolutely wild."

"What the hell—Ogre discrimination is not a good thing, you know."

"Owner, owner! There are four new girls who want to go to Polka. Could you please conduct a full-on hard fuck inspection for them?"

As usual, these girls, dressed in sheer outfits that barely count as clothing yet approach with a brightness that doesn't betray their nature, are very much to my liking—I simply can't stand a gloomy atmosphere.

But well... today is different.

"...Hmm. Well then... sure, go ahead."

I tossed the Izabel coins I'd taken from the bag back to Miss Izabel standing right in front of me with a rattling sound—ten pieces.

"?"

"Izabel-san, if you're not coming to Polka either, maybe today it's time we really get our fill."

Despite all that talk, Miss Izabel sticks behind the scenes doing support work.

Still, as our bond grows over time, more of her endearing qualities start to show themselves; and besides...

"...Are you planning to release inside me ten times, Izabel?"

"Well, ten solid rounds wouldn't be bad..."

She pressed her lips close to my ear.

"I was thinking it's about time for you to make Izabel pregnant... ...Unveiled contraception fee?"

Children of mine. I hope those children can forgive my unbridled libido.

But in this absurdly lecherous space, I don't know any other way to express such special affection except through forms like these.

...And then, Miss Izabel suddenly flashed a mature, smirking expression on her youthful face.

"I'll give you something good to know. ...Since about five years ago, my intimate sessions with Owner have been without contraception—full-on hardcore! ♪"

"In that case, I'll give it to you straight—ten shots."

"♪"

Even whispered, there was little need to hide our exchange.

The surrounding courtesans listened to us and started whistling, emitting raucous lewd sounds.

The night at Cosmos Main House passed in an absolute frenzy.

"Night," or rather, I carried on until quite late into the next morning.

Though there are always a few courtesans at Polka for their convalescence, and they're available whenever you want, the scenario of indulging in sex freely within a brothel... it's strangely uplifting, like tearing apart merchandise wildly right inside the store.

There are various other places where this is recommended; I've even been advised to make my home here for a while and live off stealing bites of food—so maybe it's not such a bad idea.

No, well... undeniably, it's decadence that can't be disguised after all.

Life in the Viper Palace isn't all that different anyway, but at least now, with the extra effort put into festivals and various events around the regions, I'd like to think things look a bit more presentable than before.

...And so, staggering through the streets, I returned to the Carlos household, where children were running wild in the garden while setting up for the Spirit Festival party. Dragons collaborated with the preparations while carefully keeping an eye on whether kids might get involved in construction accidents—a lively and noisy scene indeed.

As the children ran around without hesitation while building stages and stoves for cooking, watching made you nervous; but before anyone could make truly dangerous moves, the dragons halted them with agility reminiscent of instantaneous teleportation.

"If we're being an annoyance, maybe it'd be better to lock everyone inside the dormitory..."

"Such things are also a wonderful experience for the children, Mr. Andy."

"Ms. Nancy..."

"Focusing only on what's negative isn't all there is to competence. Look, Peter's helping out."

"That's probably because the maids were flattering him..."

"Being motivated by praise isn't a bad thing, and sometimes that leads you to discover your talents and joys... Maybe Peter has talent for architecture too."

"Do stoves count as architectural talent...?"

"Not everything can be built perfectly without thinking; it takes skill. Watching them, their sense of selecting stones and stacking them is quite good. Perhaps Diane taught them a few tips?"

"...Perhaps."

Setting up, I see...

Wait a minute—thinking about it, setup for Porca's festival often involves getting the kids involved too. Sure, there's probably a labor shortage to account for, but honestly, isn't part of it the passing down of know-how or spotting hidden talents? And most of all... festivals are fun because adults and kids build them together.

"Well, by the way," I said, "the maids were looking for you."

"Ah..."

"I can see why they'd be interested in that. Good then."

After Nancy mentioned it, I forced a slightly awkward smile and stepped away from my spot... to head toward the maids.

By year's end in Tarq, children indulge in the Onyx Spirit Festival party.

And I'm dragged there with Cosmo Emporium.

"I've been waiting. Master."

"Every single time, I still wonder why they call me that... 'Master.' It just doesn't sit right with me."

"It's an issue of our hearts..." she replied solemnly. "Please consider us your spiritual master."

"That makes the guilt feel even deeper."

Within the grounds, far removed from the bustling setup noise, lies the maids' exclusive dormitory. Once I'm ushered inside, about twenty dark elf maids stand at attention, clad only in nude aprons and headpieces—a truly lewd outfit—and bow together in unison.
...Cosmo Emporium; this is my main destination for Tarq's Spirit Festival.
In fact, I'm forced to spend hours at these two locations every single time.
A group within the Onyx Maid Corps harbors a particularly problematic desire: they want to be sexually compelled by their master if they're maids. And here's the kicker: unfortunately, those holding such delusions form the majority rather than the minority. They expect me to perform this shameless display of prowess right here and now.
"To be sure, doing something erotic with maids sounds romantic... but perversely dressing up female slaves as maids is a different kind of kink, isn't it?"

I approach the assembled dark elf maids, hold up fingers silently signaling them to stay put, then circle behind and stroke each one's buttocks in turn.

"There really are such freaks out there who'd be happy with something like this..." I muttered, knowing Carlos must be struggling terribly.

Pach. Slapping the palm against a maid's ass, the slapped maid lets out a glossy, ecstatic shriek.

"M-Master... so incredibly idealistic..."

"I never said anything about becoming your master."

"...But, like this... we've gotten you to indulge our fantasies, and moreover—"

Her slapped cheeks turn flushed as she glares back at me with feverish eyes.

"With such a desire for sex that refuses to wane even after repeatedly abusing us maid one after another... and with the power to snatch us away from Onyx should the need arise... People like you are almost nonexistent...♪"

"...Theoretically, I suppose it could work out, but no way am I planning a fight with Carlos."

Even as I say that, I can't help but think: if I end up impregnating one of them, there's simply nothing I can do but keep her around.

But I must be extra careful with that girl and that other one—she's technically my "niece," damn it... So first, I'll make the maids serve me orally in turn while sizing up potential candidates among Carlos's siblings—Rebecca's cousins and so on.

They've already slept together several times by now. If I impregnate someone and end up putting a collar around their neck, I truly won't be able to argue with anything Carlos says.

"By the way, are you properly using contraception magic?"

"Yes, of course. We've all had our protections lifted."

"Why on earth did you think that was the right choice!"

The head maid looks away while the other maids murmur among themselves.

"Eh... Because fulfilling services as part of our work and getting impregnated by our master is precisely what maids dream of, isn't it..."

"Yeah, that's true."

"Some of the ones heading to Porca said they're just making babies normally back there..."

Why do you two live lives so obsessed with strength? Plus, I used to believe in contraception magic, which is why I had sex with the maid who came here to Polka... "Even if we've been at Polka for only three months at a time before returning, I don't know about everyone else... but surely no one's gotten pregnant again, right?" "...Are there any? ...I think so. Since they're not offspring of Onyx's bloodline and are outsiders, it should be safe... No, actually, that doesn't make it safe. Why try to get pregnant secretly?"

Mostly, she spends all her time having sex, but during the night of the Spirit Festival, she gets let off the hook. S&F Foundation work happens inside parties anyway, and as a father, there's also the desire to see his children's happy faces... ...And then, "Now, for tonight's highlight: Enjoy the magnificent dance of 'Desert Gem Butterfly' Noelle... Wha, Paula's performing too? Ah, um... How about a mother-daughter stage? Please enjoy it!" Before Mr. Carlos could finish his flustered greeting, Noelle and her eight-year-old daughter, Paula, leaped onto the stage. "A gem butterfly as a daughter!?" "Where'd you come from!?" The audience, shaken by their shock. Then Paula appeared, holding hands with Noelle, dressed in equally sexy attire despite being only eight years old, yet displaying brisk steps in stark contrast to Noelle's glossy charm, while occasionally waving both hands innocently at me. "Papa!" "...Wow, so that kid..." "Onyx's stud husband-to-be." ...Yes. That's exactly right. I figured I'd shrink under the men's gazes filled with murderous intent... or so I thought, but the atmosphere shifted to something like "Well, what can you do about this guy." Eh, no, is that okay with all of you? "Hee hee, well, it's an open secret that the owner drags his dragon around." "...I'm still trying to keep it under wraps right now." "There's plenty of indirect evidence anyway. Besides, news of your deeds is spreading fast. They're singing about you in taverns!" "Seriously?" Just a bit curious... ...No, if someone calls him a "stud husband-to-be," are his actual deeds really worthy of such glowing songs? Maybe it'd be better not to know. Meanwhile, I was feeling a bit distracted, and Paula had already caught on. "Papa! Pay attention here! Or I'm undressing!" "Stop it!" An eight-year-old shouldn't be causing a stir with stripping attempts. And hey, Mom shouldn't even make pretenses of undressing either. After all, this is supposedly a wholesome festival.

Tark is as hot in winter as it gets during a Polka summer. Since Polka summers are mild enough that long sleeves don't get too in the way, we're talking spring or autumn temperatures by standard measures. The kids come flying out of the deep winter snow, so they have to change clothes midway through their descent. Managing that falls to Neia, who doubles as Frena's caretaker, along with a few other accompanying adults.

As for me, I've been essentially nonstop naked since leaving Polka, so it feels less like changing clothes and more like I finally put some on when we got close to Tark. Well, I mean, we had ten people in the same "shed." You're bound to end up pounding away nonstop. No matter how hard you go, if you take turns, your stamina recovers by the time you've serviced five or six partners. I might be going for back-to-back rounds, but for them it's a leisurely sex break every two to three hours—basically an infinite loop. Of course, we're not skipping meals and sleep to fuck nonstop, but with the atmosphere pushing us on, my waking hours are almost entirely spent with someone riding me or vice versa. It takes much longer than overland travel, but aside from sex, the girls have nothing else to do. And thanks to various doping and training, I've reached a point where I don't even worry about running out of seed anymore.

……Though sometimes I get genuinely scared wondering where all that semen is coming from. It’s just... that kind of situation, so the path through the shed has been filled with sexual musk this whole trip.

……And then.
"Oh, well done coming over, Human. The kids seem energetic, which is great, but hey wait a moment, didn't Elenia-chan just come out of your guest room? No, it's not my eyes playing tricks on me; she's grown another inch taller than last year, right? That was Elenia-chan, yes? And if I recall, the bed you use is one of those massive multi-person ones they all ride together on, so that means..."
"Please calm down, Carlos-san."
"Calm down? How can I calm down, you bastard! To actually mount his own daughter?! I'm cutting Rebecca's access to you starting this year! Just try breathing the same air as her for a second! I'll slice your dick off with a knife and feed it to a desert lizard so you'll never breed again!"
"I mean, Rebecca-chan is only five years old..."
"She turned six last month! Celebrate it! No, wait, can I trust a man who aims his chinchin at his thirteen-year-old daughter not to react to his six-year-old niece?"

Carlos-san was on the verge of a total meltdown until Nancy appeared silently and silenced him with a hold on his neck, just as she usually did.
"Guh—"
"Hello, Andy-kun. It's been half a year. Well, actually, you visited Cosmos Main Store once after the Summer Spirit Festival, so it's more like four months since Tark?"
……Ah, yes. Hello, it's been a while."

After grabbing the defeated Carlos-san by the collar and dumping him on a nearby bench, Nancy shrugged and watched the kids enter their dormitory.
"It's getting a bit cramped around here. How many have we gained this year?"
……Uhh, uh... compared to last year, about twenty-four... I think?"
"According to my records from two years ago, that won't be enough. Let's expand the building by next year."

The kids of mine keep growing every year. Well, we don't bring infants who get anxious about air travel, but the increase is particularly notable among the cat-beastkin colony children. Onyx-san even had us build a dedicated dormitory on their grounds for our kids to stay in, but it's not enough, so some of them are borrowing part of the private rooms belonging to Diane-san's siblings.
"If you like, we could rent a room at an outside inn..."
"That wouldn't do us any good. Don't worry; we have plenty of land, and I don't want to make any of the children feel left out. Most importantly, I want Rebecca to enjoy Spirit Festival nights casually with her cousins."
……I see."

Rebecca-chan, Carlos-san and Nancy's daughter, is their long-awaited only child and is over-protected by Carlos-san, so she usually doesn't have much freedom. Moreover, in reality, she has no other cousins close in age to her. Among Diane-san's nearly one hundred siblings, the only ones who have had children in the last ten years are the sisters currently with me. Normally, Dark Elves don't reproduce that frequently. However, children need someone to share their childish perspectives with. That's why my kids have become Rebecca-chan's only companions she can goof around with without holding back.

"However... hmm. Andy-kun, I won't praise you either, right? Children are often used as a shield against parents if they know the facts of their upbringing, so parents can't go against them easily. Especially for a father, an eldest daughter is adorable. I understand the urge to love and dote on her, but that doesn't excuse a physical relationship."
"No, actually... it's more like we're desperately trying to put a stop to it..."
"......?"

Elenia. That's just how ordinary adult sensibilities work. No matter what Papa does, he ends up being the bad guy.
...Though they still don't seem to get it.

Now then.
As scheduled, we arrived in the evening. The kids ate a lavish buffet dinner at party tables arranged in the courtyard, took their baths in the family outdoor bathing pool, and went to sleep. Carlos-san quietly approached those children on the main day of the Spirit Festival, handing out presents to all of them. Surprisingly, Carlos-san remembered every single one of my two hundred children, despite seeing us only once a year—names, faces, and individual preferences—even though I sometimes fail to remember their names myself.

It seems only natural that Anemone is drawn to someone like Carlos, with his considerate nature, Cosmos-san.
And as for me, I couldn't just stand by and watch over the children like that...

"Alright, folks, give us your attention! The Owner is here~♪"

Saying this, Cosmos-san took my arm, pulling me down the street in front of "Cosmos Honpo."

Women working at nearby shops—both general stores and eateries—rushed out, looking flustered before hastily beginning to close up shop.

"That's all for today! Closed for the day~♪"

"W-wait... wait a second, what do you mean?"

"It's for operational reasons~♪ We're taking a break until the Spirit Festival, so come back later, okay?♪"

"H-hey, we haven't even finished our drinks yet!"

Intoxicated patrons were being pushed out, one after another. Some of them stared at me and Cosmos-san—the apparent cause of all this—with puzzled expressions.

"It's not like you actually have to close the shops..."

"Our affiliated businesses are all side hustles for the courtesans, so it'd be unfair if we didn't join the main headquarters today~♪"

We were about to enter "Cosmos Honpo," which was technically a brothel, but depending on the situation, even clients in the middle of their sessions inside might get kicked out. I thought that would look bad reputation-wise, but apparently, just because I showed up, it turned into this kind of "festival."

Right. Now that I'm the "Owner," I am supposed to be the ruler of this pleasure district centered around the brothel...

Or so Cosmos-san says. In reality, I haven't contributed a single thing to the shop's business or received any profit from it.

Apparently, since the moment I got Cosmos-san pregnant, we were considered de facto "husband and wife" sharing assets (at least under Talq law). So now that the brothel is essentially mine, I'm free to have my way with the staff courtesans however I please.

I vaguely remember her pitching this idea when she crashed into my life, but I hadn't realized it meant that.

Plus, even without me hitting on the girls, there are plenty of female slaves and dragons around, so my sex drive is never unsatisfied. However, Cosmos-san and her deputy, Miss Isabel, apparently issued a notice saying that if we wanted to go to Polka for a break, I had to make a strong appeal to them as the Owner. So now that I'm in Talq, the implication is that I have to service the courtesans here.

If I wanted to come to Polka, they didn't need to suck up to me; I could just bring them along... That's what I always insist, and most of the staff seem to understand it too. But regardless, there were a lot of courtesans who wanted to challenge me—a man with an ejaculation volume comparable to an ogre's, bottomless stamina for repeated rounds, and, above all, the technique to make Cosmos-san and Miss Isabel cum on tricycles while maintaining perfect composure.

Given that every single one of them is a genuine pervert who chose this line of work willingly, I suppose it was only to be expected.

"Welcome back, Owner~♪"

"Isabel? I was here just four months ago."

"I think after such a long gap, 'long time no see' is fair. Here's your Isabel Coin for this round."

Jingling softly, she handed me a heavy bag of gold coins filled with Isabel Coins.

Does it even mean anything anymore...? Well, the courtesans can probably exchange them for a decent amount of cash later on, I guess.

"I don't have that much time to spend all this on..."—wait, just in case, we're planning to come to the Spirit Festival with the kids, so you understand I can't just leave everything up in the air at the brothel, right?

"We're counting on a change of heart~♪"

"I thought the Isabel I knew was stricter about running the brothel..."

My staying here means, as I saw earlier, abandoning the brothel's potential income for now.

It seemed like it should have been Isabel's role to tighten up this kind of situation a bit more, but...

"Mmm... well, things aren't financially tight right now even if we leave things as they are. Plus, you've been bringing in revenue too."

"I haven't earned anything?"

"You have? Being with Cosmos-san, you've been keeping the economy flowing pretty steadily."

"...The S&F Foundation thing?"

"Yes."

Huh. I was wondering how the revenue from that worked and where the money went, turns out it flowed here too.

I mean, since I've already become the "Owner" without realizing it, maybe it's not unreasonable to think I became an investor without knowing it either...?

I pondered. Honestly, the flow of funds in those operations was completely beyond my comprehension from the start, so I'd just dumped the management entirely on Cosmos-san, Irina, and Tetes.

But apparently, some courtesans who couldn't wait stuck their heads in.

"Ooowner~♪ If you want to have fun with the brats, I think it's better if you hook up with us right away! So how about a match? Come on, hurry up~♪"

"Leave the Domina stuff for later. It’s a pain in the ass cleaning up after everyone else if I go crazy and end up cumming all over the place, you know?"

"Hey now, that's Ogre discrimination. I don't think that's cool."

"Owner! Owner! Four of the new girls at Polka want to come here. Could you please give them a real thorough examination?"

Wrapped in outfits that could hardly be called clothes, these women approached me with a brightness that made their skimpy garb irrelevant, offering up their sexiness with such cheerfulness that it was a welcome relief for someone like me who dislikes gloomy atmospheres.

But then again, today is...

"...Hm. Well then... just to start, here."

I handed back the Isabel coins I'd taken from the bag, letting them clink and rattle as I returned them to Isabel in front of me. Ten coins.

"?"

"Izabel-san, you never come to Polka. Occasionally, I’d like to pin you down properly."

Isabel, who claims all sorts of things but spends most of her time doing behind-the-scenes work.

Still, after such a long friendship, one starts to notice the cute sides of things, and besides...

"...Ten times? You’re serious about ejaculating inside Isabel?"

"Mm, well, exactly ten times would be fine, though."

I pressed my lips near her ear.

"I’d like to see if you can get pregnant soon too, Izabel-san. ...Do I pay a contraception waiver fee?"

My children. Please forgive this promiscuous father.

It’s just that I don’t know any other way to show special affection in this abnormally lewd space than by doing something like this.

...And Isabel-san, her baby face suddenly shifting into an alluring, mature smirk.

"I'll teach you a good trick. ...For the past five years, we've been going hardcore without contraception, Owner~♪"

"Then I’ll take the ten shots honestly."

"♪"

Even though it was a whisper, I hadn’t really intended to hide it much.

Hearing our exchange, the prostitutes around us blew whistles and raised yellow cries of excitement.

The night at Cosmos Honpo passed in a manner that was brutally intense.

By "night," I mean we went wild until quite late into the following morning.

Even though there are always a few prostitutes staying at Polka for a rest, and they’re willing to do it with me anytime if I ask, the situation of being able to fuck freely in a brothel is... to put it simply, like eating out of respect when you're actually just gnawing on merchandise disrespectfully in a store; there’s something about it that gets my temperature up surprisingly.

I’ve been told this in various places before, but I’ve also been recommended staying here for a while and living the life of snacking at will... and I found myself thinking maybe it isn't so bad.

No, well, it is admittedly an unadorned degeneration that can't be hidden, though.

My life in the Vapor Palace is practically no different, but since I take care of various festivals around the area to some extent, I’d like to think things are at least more presentable now.

...And then, wandering aimlessly through the streets until I returned to Carlos's house, there was a noisy scene in the yard while the children were running around setting up for the Spirit Festival party. The dragons were helping with the setup, keeping an eye on things to make sure the kids didn’t get caught up in any construction accidents.

While stages and cooking stoves were being built, the kids ran around without hesitation, and while it made me hold my breath watching them, the dragons stopped the children before they did anything truly dangerous, with an agility that was like teleportation.

"It might be better to just lock everyone in their dorms so we don't get in the way..."

"For the children, seeing something like this is a wonderful experience too, Andy-kun."

"Nancy-san..."

"Roughness isn't the only virtue. Look, Peter-kun is even helping out."

"That's probably because he's being flattered by the maid...?"

"It's not a bad thing to get motivated by praise. And from there, one might discover their own talents or joy. ...Peter-kun might have talent for architecture too."

"Talent for architecture from making stoves?..."

"Anyone can build something decent if they just think about it properly. But as I watch, his sense in choosing stones and how he stacks them is good. Maybe Diane taught him some tips?"

"...It's possible."

Setting things up, huh.
...Actually, thinking about it, the Polka festival setup often involves the children too.
It’s not just a matter of lacking manpower; I suppose there’s also the goal of passing down the know-how or discovering talents like that.
...And above all, festivals are fun because both adults and kids build them together.
"Now then, by the way, the maids were looking for you."
"...Ah—right."
"You seem to have a pretty good idea what that means. If so, we’re fine here."
Nancy told me this, and I offered an awkward smile before slipping away from the scene... heading toward the maids.

At year's end in Talk, the children enjoy the Onyx Spirit Festival party.

And then there’s me... Cosmos Honpo and—

"We’ve been waiting for you, Master."

"...It gets to me every time. I really do wonder about calling me Master."

"It’s a matter of our hearts... Please consider us your heart's master."

"Feeling even more sinful hearing that."

Within the grounds, in an area separated from the setting-up clamor, there is a dormitory exclusive for the Onyx maids.

D dragged into it, some twenty or so maids stood in a line, clad only in sheer aprons and headpieces—a scandalous state of undress—and collectively curtsied to me.

...Cosmos Honpo, and this place: these are my primary destinations during Talk’s Spirit Festival.

Or rather, these are the two places where I’m forced to spend long stretches of time every single go-round.

Among the Onyx Maid Corps, there’s a specific group that harbors the troublesome desire "to be pressured by their Master for sexual service as maids." Or to put it another way, unfortunately, the majority falls into this category—these are the people expecting me to indulge in their lewd activities here.

"Sure, doing sexy things with maids is romantic... but honestly, having female slaves dress up as maids hits a different spot. It’s just a fact."

Approaching the gathered Dark Elf maids, I signaled them not to move with a gesture, then walked behind them, stroking each one’s ass in turn.

"To think that perverts who enjoy stuff like this make up the majority of the Onyx Maids... Carlos must have it rough too."

I gave the maid’s ass a pat under my palm. The slapped maid let out a glossy, alluring scream.

"M-Master, I apologize... You are far too ideal for us..."

"I don’t recall ever being your Master."

"...But by indulging in our fantasies like this... and moreover—"

The head maid whose ass I’d hit looked back at me with heated eyes.

"A sexual appetite that doesn’t wane even after ravishing one lewd maid after another... And the power to snatch us from Onyx if the time comes... Someone with such qualities is rare indeed... ♪"

"...Theoretically, it might be possible, but I have no intention of fighting Carlos."

Even as I said that, I figured eventually he’d do whatever it took to bring them under his roof.

But I need to be careful with that girl and that girl over there. They’re his "nephews/nieces," after all... So while making the maids perform oral sex on me in order, I started sizing up the situation. Carlos’s siblings have children—meaning, several of them are Rebecca’s cousins.

...Both girls currently here, though, are ones I’ve already screwed a few times.

If I ended up getting them pregnant and putting collars on them, there really wouldn’t be anything I could say to defend myself against Carlos.

"By the way, you have your contraception magic properly in place, right?"

"Yes, of course. We’ve all dispelled our barriers."

"Why did I think that would be the correct answer!"

The head maid looked away, and the other maids mumbled.

"I, well... Being impregnated by the Master at the end of service is the ultimate goal of a maid, isn’t it...?"

"That’s right."

"The ones going to Polka said they’re having babies pretty normally..."

Why do you guys rush headlong into that strong direction in life? And I thought I was under a contraception spell, which is why I got it on with the maid who came from Polka, right?
"Polka workers usually rotate out after about three months, so I haven't had the chance to ask anyone yet... but seriously, there aren't any girls who are already pregnant, right?"
"..."
"There are?"
It seemed like there were.
At least, since she wasn't of Onyx's bloodline but an outsider, it was technically safe.
...No, that's not safe at all. Why would you try to get pregnant on the down-low?

I spend most of my time fucking, but I get a reprieve only on the night of the main Spirit Festival event.

The S&F Foundation handles their work within the party itself, and as a father, I genuinely want to see the kids enjoying themselves.

...And then.

"Now for tonight's headline act. Please enjoy the gorgeous dance of Nora, the 'Gemstone Butterfly of the Desert'... Huh? Paula is performing too? Oh, um... Please enjoy this stage performance by mother and daughter!"

Before Carlos's flustered introduction could even finish, Nora and her only daughter, Paula, bounded onto the stage.

"The Gemstone Butterfly has a daughter?!"

"She had one all along?!"

The audience shook with shock. Then came Paula, holding hands with Nora. Despite being just eight years old, she was clad in sexy attire just like her mother, yet while displaying steps that were brisk and lively in stark contrast to Nora's sultry grace, she would occasionally wave both hands at me innocently.

"Papa!"

"...Damn, this girl is that"

"The stud of the Onyx clan!"

...Yeah. It's true.

I braced myself to shrink under the murderous gazes of the men... but instead, a mood settled over them like, "Well, if it's this guy, I guess I can't help it."

Wait, seriously? Is that okay with you guys?

"Hoh ho, well, it's an open secret that Master keeps a dragon on a leash, after all."

"...I'm trying to keep it a secret right now, actually."

"There is plenty of circumstantial evidence, though. Besides, rumors about your achievements are starting to spread. They're even singing about them in the taverns."

"Really?"

I kind of wanted to hear the songs.

...No wait, if my alias is "The Stud of the Onyx Clan," I doubt my achievements are being sung about as something truly glorious. Maybe it's better not to know.

And Paula, perceptive as she was, quickly noticed that my mind had wandered.

"Papa! Look at me properly! I'm gonna take them off!"

"Stop that!"

An eight-year-old shouldn't be undressing to draw attention.

For that matter, don't start taking your clothes off either, Mom. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival, after all.

Talc is as hot in winter as summer is in Polka. In Polka, even during the summer, it's only slightly chilly enough that long sleeves aren't too bothersome. So basically, if we were talking about a normal place, it'd be like spring or autumn.
The kids have to change clothes midway through their flight because they're coming from deep winter snow. That kind of management is handled by Neia and some other adults who accompany them.
As for me, I'm almost naked the whole time flying nonstop from Polka, so I only put on clothes when we get close to Talc. No, it's not like that. There are ten people in this "cabin," after all. So of course, there's no stopping once you start.
No matter how intense or wild it gets, if you take turns, by the time five or six have gone through, everyone is back to normal. On my end, I can go nonstop, but on their end, they only get sex every two to three hours. It's practically an infinite loop.
Of course, we're not drinking, eating, sleeping, and having sex all day long, but the atmosphere pushes us along so that during our waking hours, it feels like someone is always getting a dick shoved into them. Even though this trip is much faster than walking, there's nothing else to do for the girls except have sex. And thanks to various doping and training, I'm now in such good shape that I don't even worry about running out of sperm.
...Sometimes it scares me where all my cum comes from, but yeah, that's how this whole trip is spent: a journey through a cabin filled with lewd smells.
...
"Hello there, Human. It's nice to see the kids are doing well, but wait a minute—didn't Elenia just come out of your room? Yeah, it can't be my mistake; she looks taller than last year. That's Elenia, right? I thought you were on that huge multi-person bed, so..."

“Calm down, Carlos.”

“Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to calm down when it’s my own daughter! Starting this year, Rebecca won’t even be allowed near you! If she catches a whiff of your breath in the same space as her, I’ll cut off what little you have left with a knife and feed it to a desert lizard!”

“She’s still only five years old,”

“Last month she turned six! Celebrate that! No wait, how can I trust someone who gets hard for my thirteen-year-old daughter but doesn’t get aroused by my six-year-old niece?”

Carlos was about to go off the rails when Nancy appeared out of nowhere and silenced him with a quick neck hold.

“Guh.”

“Hello, Andy. It’s been half a year since we last met, or four months if you count your visit to Cosmos after the summer spirit festival.”

“...Ah, yes. I’ve missed you too.”

Nancy dragged Carlos by his collar and laid him on a nearby bench before shrugging her shoulders as she watched the children enter their dormitory.

“It’s getting crowded in here. How many more have joined this year?”

「...Eh, um... Compared to last year, there are 24 kids... I think?」

「...That’s still short of two years ago. We’ll have to expand by next year.」

My children increase every year. Though I don’t bring the infants along on our travels for safety reasons, especially since the catkin colony has seen a significant rise in population.

I’ve got special accommodations built within the Onyx grounds for my kids, but even that’s not enough space. Some of them are staying over at Diane’s brothers’ private rooms.

「If it comes to it, we could rent an inn...」

「That wouldn’t be proper for us. Don’t worry; there’s plenty of land and I don’t want the children feeling left out. Besides, Rebecca should have a carefree night with her cousins during the Spirit Festival.」

「...O-Okay then.」

Rebecca-chan is Carlos-san and his wife’s daughter, their long-awaited first child who they overly protect. She doesn’t get much freedom in her daily life because of this. In reality, she also has no close-aged cousins.

Among Diane’s brothers’ hundred or so people, only my sisters have had kids over the past ten years. Dark Elves don’t usually have children that frequently.

But children want to share their sense of being a kid with someone else. So for Rebecca-chan, my kids are her only ones she can play around without worrying about.

"But... yeah. Andy, I'm not impressed either? Children will always listen to their parents when they use the fact that they're being raised as an excuse. Especially for a father, his first daughter is precious. It's understandable if he loves her, but that doesn't mean there should be any physical relationship."

"Well, actually... it's more like I'm trying my hardest to stop this from happening..."

"...?"

Ele. This is how normal adults think. No matter what, Dad will always end up being the bad guy.

...Even so, they won't understand.

Well then.
As planned, we arrived in the evening.
The kids had a lavish buffet dinner at an outdoor party table and after that, took a bath in the family swimming pool before going to bed.
Meanwhile, Carlos casually interacted with them all, promising each of them gifts for the day of the Spirit Festival.
Surprisingly, despite only seeing two hundred children once a year, Carlos remembered every single one of their names and faces as well as their preferences.

I think it's very natural for Anemone to be drawn to Carlos-san's thoughtfulness, Cosmos-san.
And yet, I couldn't bear to watch the children...

"Hey everyone, look over here! The owner is here~♪"

Cosmos-san said as she pulled my arm and walked down the street in front of "Cosmos Shop."

Then, women employees from nearby stores and restaurants rushed out and started closing up.

"Yes, we're closed for today~♪"

"Huh...? What's going on?"

"It's our shop's business~♪ We'll be closed until the Spirit Festival, so please come again next time~♪"

"Hey, wait a minute! I'm still drinking!"

Drunk customers were being forcibly ejected and looked at me and Cosmos-san with puzzled expressions.

"I don't see why we have to close the shop..."
"Our branch stores are all side jobs for prostitutes, and it wouldn’t be fair if they couldn’t join in today’s festivities at the main store."
I was about to enter "Cosmos Main Store," a brothel. Depending on the situation, some customers might even get kicked out mid-session. I wondered how that would go over with their reputation, but apparently my visit turned into such an event.
Yes, now I’m the “owner.” The dominator of this pleasure district centered around this brothel... or so they say.
Well, Cosmos calls me that, but in reality, I haven’t contributed anything to the store and don’t even take any profits from it.
It seems like since I got her pregnant, we’re considered de facto husband and wife and share our property (at least according to Tark law), so this brothel is technically mine now, meaning I can do whatever I want with its prostitutes.
I vaguely remember Cosmos saying something similar when she came knocking on my door, but I didn’t think it would mean this.
Anyway, even if I don’t take advantage of the situation, I have plenty of female slaves and dragons to keep me company downstairs-wise, so there’s no need for anything else. But apparently, Cosmos and her deputy Isabelle are telling all the prostitutes here that they should “appeal to the owner” if they want a vacation in Polka.
I always argue that they don’t have to flatter me to get a trip to Polka, but most of them seem to understand anyway. Still, it seems there’s quite a number of prostitutes who want to challenge someone with "orgasmic capacity on par with an Ogre and endless stamina, not to mention the technique to make both Cosmos and Isabelle cum while riding me."
Sure enough, they’re all real sluts who do this willingly.

“Long time no see, Owner♪”

“No, Isabelle-san, I was here four months ago too.”

“If it’s been that long, then ‘long time’ is appropriate. Here’s your Isabel Coin.”
Jingle jangle, she hands me a heavy bag of gold coins filled with Isabel Coins.

Does this even matter anymore? …Well, for the prostitutes, they can convert them into some decent cash later on, I suppose.
“I don’t have that much time to spend anyway… And besides, I’m here with my kid and looking forward to enjoying the Spirit Festival. So you know I won’t be locked up in your brothel all day long, right?”

“I hope you’ll change your mind♪”

The Isabelle I knew was stricter about running her brothel…

My staying here means that she’s giving up on earning money as a brothel, just like what I saw earlier.
I feel like it should have been her job to tighten things up in this situation.

"Mm... Well, as things stand now, the business isn't particularly struggling. And the owner has been earning money for us."

"I haven't earned anything though?"

"You have! You and Cosmos-san are pretty much keeping the economy going strong together."

"...The S&F Foundation thing?"

"That's right."

— Eh? I thought it was strange how we were making money and where that money was flowing, but apparently some of it is coming our way.

Well, if they're calling me "owner" this much, it wouldn't be too weird for them to have made me an investor without my realizing...

I'm confused. Anyway, the flow of money from those activities is completely beyond my understanding, so I've been leaving everything up to Cosmos-san and Irina and Tetes's management all along.

But now some impatient prostitutes are sticking their necks in.

"Oooh, Owner! If you want to have fun with the kids, it'd be better to get right down to business. So why don't we have a little contest? Hurry up!"

"Let's put Dominas aside for now. It’s a hassle to move them after they cum like crazy."

"What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t think it’s fair to discriminate against orcs."

"Owner, owner! There are four new girls who want to go to Polka. Could you please give them the hardcore test?"

As usual, these girls were dressed in barely-there outfits that didn't even qualify as clothes, yet they approached me with an infectious brightness and invited me for sex. I wasn’t a fan of gloomy atmospheres, so this was perfect for me.

But today...

"...Well then..."

I handed over ten Isabelle coins from the bag to the Isabelle girl in front of me.

"?"

"Izabel-san isn't coming to Polka. I feel like getting thoroughly fucked today."

Despite her complaints, she always seemed busy with behind-the-scenes work.

Still, after such a long time together, you come to see all sorts of cute sides to her. Besides.

“...Do you plan on cumming inside Isabelle ten times?”

“Hmm, well, I wouldn’t mind doing it exactly ten times.”

He leaned in close and whispered into her ear:

“I’ve been thinking that it’s about time for Isabelle-san to get pregnant too… Would you like a special fee for removing the contraception?”

Children. Please forgive your promiscuous father.

But he didn’t know any other way to show his affection in this abnormal perverted space.

...And then, Miss Isabelle suddenly flashed an alluring smile on her innocent face.

“I’ll tell you something good… I’ve been having sex with the owner without contraception for five years now♪”

“Then it’s ten shots straight.”

♪”
Even though it was a whisper, I wasn’t really trying to hide anything. The other prostitutes whistled and giggled as they listened in on our conversation.

The evening at Cosmos Headquarters turned out to be quite wild.
Or rather, we continued the fun well into the next morning.
While Polka’s brothel always had some women staying there for rest and relaxation, it was still a different experience to have free rein over them. It felt like being able to eat whatever you wanted in a store without restraint—it just got your blood pumping.

I’ve been told that living here and indulging myself would be an option, and I could see the appeal.
Though of course, this kind of decadence is hard to hide.
Living in Vapora Palace was pretty much the same, but since I try to keep up appearances at various festivals and events, I feel like things are a bit more organized here.

When I wandered back to Carlos’s place, I found the kids running around the yard setting up for the Spirit Festival party. The dragons were helping out too, making sure none of them got hurt in any construction accidents. It was quite the lively scene.

While the kids were running around freely during the construction of the stage and cooking stove, it was nerve-wracking to watch them, but before they could do anything really dangerous, the dragons would stop them with their agility akin to teleportation.

"Maybe we should just lock them all up in their dorms..."

"They'll learn something from watching this too, Andy."

"Nancy-san..."

"It's not like we can ignore them. Look, Peter is even helping out."

"That's probably because he was flattered by the maid..."

"To be praised and gain motivation isn't a bad thing. And sometimes it leads to discovering your own talent or joy... Maybe Peter has some talent for construction too."

"Peter having talent in stove-making?"

"It's not something anyone can do well without thinking about it. I've seen him pick out stones and stack them with good sense. Perhaps he learned the trick from someone like Diane?"

"...Maybe so."

Setting up, huh.

... Now that I think about it, Polka's festival setup does indeed often involve children participating. It’s partly because they need more hands, but maybe there are also goals like passing down know-how and discovering such talents?

... Anyway, festivals are fun because everyone, both adults and kids, work together to create them.

"By the way, the maids were looking for you."

"... Oh yeah."

"If that's the case, then it’s fine."

After Nancy told me this, I gave a somewhat awkward smile before leaving the spot and heading toward the maids.

At the end of the year in Talc, children enjoy the Onyx Spirit Festival party.
And I... with Cosmos Inc.

"I've been waiting for you, Master."

"...Every time I wonder why they call me that."

"Our hearts' issue... think of it as your heart's master,"

"It just makes me feel guiltier."

There was a special accommodation area for the Onyx Maids away from the commotion of setup within the grounds.

When led there, around twenty maids inside greeted him in their scandalous attire—nothing but aprons and headpieces—and bowed before him.

...Cosmos Main Store and this place were my main destinations during Talc's Spirit Festival.

More accurately, I was forced to spend long hours here every time. Among the Onyx Maids, there was a group with an awkward wish: they wanted their masters to sexually serve them. And it seemed like these people—whether in the majority or minority—expected me to perform indecent acts here.

"Sure, having maids do naughty things is romantic... but making slave girls dress up as maids and then doing dirty stuff isn't quite my thing."

I approached the line of dark elf maids, gesturing for them to stay still with my fingers as I circled behind each one and stroked their butts.

"There are so many perverts who get off on this kind of thing among Onyx Maids... Carlos must have a hard time."

As I slapped the maid's butt that I had been petting, she let out a sultry scream.

"I-I'm sorry... my lord is too perfect..."

"I don't recall becoming your master."

"But still... you're indulging our wishes and—"

The maid with the red bottom looked back at me with feverish eyes.

"Your insatiable desire to continue defiling so many maids one after another, and yet not falter... And when push comes to shove, the power to take us away from Onyx if need be... Such a person is rare indeed..."

While I said that it might theoretically be possible, in reality, I didn't feel like fighting Carlos. But still, if she got pregnant, I'd probably do something about it and keep her around anyway.

But I have to be careful with those two. After all, they are my "cousins"... I'll start by making the maids take turns giving me head while I size them up. There were a few of Carlos's siblings' children around, Rebecca’s cousins.

...Both of them had already had sex with me several times though.

If I get one pregnant and end up putting a collar on her, there won't be anything I can say to Carlos about it.

"By the way, are you sure they're all on birth control?"

"Yes, I've made sure that everyone is off it."

"Why do you think that's right?!"

The head maid looked away while the other maids muttered among themselves.

"But... isn’t getting pregnant after serving their master as a maid their ultimate goal...?"

"Yeah..."

"And the ones who went to Polka were just having kids normally..."

Why do you guys live such a headstrong life? Also, I thought I was using contraception magic when I had sex with the maid who came from Polka.

“Since they only stay for about three months and then go back home after coming to Polka… there shouldn’t be any girls who got pregnant, right?”

「…………」

「There are?」

It seemed like there were.

They weren't of Onyx bloodline, so they should be safe.

...But that doesn't mean it's okay. Why would you try to get someone pregnant in secret?

We pretty much have sex all the time, but only on the night of the Spirit Festival do we take a break.
The S & F Foundation’s work is also done during the party, and as a father I want to see my kids happy faces.
...And then.

"Then, tonight's main event. Please enjoy the magnificent dance of the 'Desert Jewel Butterfly,' Noelle... Eh? Paula will be joining too? Oh, um... please enjoy this mother-daughter performance!"

Before Carlos’s flustered introduction could end, Noelle and her only daughter, Paula, leaped onto the stage.

"Jewel butterfly and a daughter!?"

"What!? She's here!?"

The audience was shocked. Then, holding hands with Noelle, Paula appeared on stage. Despite being an eight-year-old girl, she wore the same sexy outfit as Noelle but showcased a lively step in contrast to her mother’s elegance, occasionally waving at me with both hands.

"Daddy!"

"...Wait, this is her?"

"The Onyx stud husband!"

...Yes. That's right.

I expected to shrink under the men's murderous glances, but instead, it seemed like everyone thought, "Well, if that's how it is."

"Huh, wait, is that okay with you guys?"

"Hee hee, well, it's a well-known secret that your master has been walking around with a dragon."

"...Well, I'm still trying to keep it a secret..."

"There are plenty of indirect clues. Besides, rumors about your accomplishments are starting to spread. They're even singing songs about them in the taverns."

"Really?"

I wanted to ask something.

...No, maybe hearing that my "stud husband" reputation was being sung about as an accomplishment might be better left unsaid.

And Paula had noticed I wasn't paying attention.

"Daddy! Look at me! Or else I'll take off my clothes!"

"Stop it!"

An eight-year-old shouldn't be stripping and drawing attention.
And Mom, don't even pretend to strip. This is supposed to be a healthy festival after all.

Tark is about as hot as Polka is in the summer, even in the middle of winter.
Since Polka's temperatures are mild enough that long sleeves aren't much of a hindrance even in summer, it’s essentially like spring or autumn in a normal climate.
Because we fly in from the middle of a snowy winter, the children have to change their clothes mid-journey. The responsibility for managing that falls to several accompanying adults, starting with Neia, who also serves as Frena's supervisor.
As for me, since I spend almost my entire time from Polka onwards naked and non-stop, it doesn't feel like "changing clothes" so much as "finally putting clothes on" once we get close to Tark.
I mean, look, there are ten other people riding in the same "cabin." Of course I'm going to be fucking non-stop.
No matter how wildly I climax, if we take turns, I’m usually recovered by the time we’ve gone through five or six people. Since I’m doing back-to-back sessions while the others are only having sex every two or three hours, it’s basically an infinite loop.
Of course, it's not like we're fucking endlessly without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but the atmosphere certainly helps, and during our waking hours, I’m almost always in a state of having someone’s cock shoved inside me. Although it gets done much faster than traveling on foot, the girls have nothing else to do but have sex, so they get bored. And thanks to various types of doping and training, I've reached a point where I no longer have to worry about running out of seed.
...Sometimes I get a little scared, wondering where my semen is actually being supplied from, but that's just the situation, so the journey inside the cabin is always thick with the scent of lust.

...And then.

"Hey, welcome, Human. I'm glad the children look well, but—wait, hold on. Didn't Elenia-chan just come out of your guest room? Yeah, I'm not seeing things, right? She’s gotten noticeably taller than last year, but that was Elenia-chan, wasn't it? And if you're riding in that massive multi-person bed of yours, and she came out of there, that means—"

"Please calm down, Mr. Carlos."

"How can I calm down, you bastard?! You've finally gone after my own flesh and blood! From this year on, I'm not letting you near Rebecca! If I catch you breathing the same air as Rebecca, I'll cut it off with a knife and feed it to a desert lizard so you can never breed again!"

"But... Rebecca-chan is only five years old..."

"She turned six last month! Celebrate it! No, wait—I can't trust a man who can't even feel lust for his six-year-old niece when he's being offered the cock of his thirteen-year-old daughter!"

Since Mr. Carlos looked like he was about to go insane, Nancy appeared soundlessly and silenced him with her usual neck chop.

"Guh—"

"Hey, it's been half a year, Andy. Well, since you came to Cosmos Provisions once after the Summer Spirit Festival, I suppose it's been four months since Tark?"

"...Ah, yes. It's been a while."

Nancy grabbed the limp Mr. Carlos by the scruff of his neck, laid him on a nearby bench, and then shrugged as she watched the children enter the lodging.

"It’s getting a bit cramped. How many more have you added this year?"

"...U-um... compared to last year, it's... twenty-four?"

"...That's not enough by my calculations from two years ago. We shall have to build an extension by next year."

My children increase every year. I don't bring infants who might be uneasy with aerial travel, but the number of children from the Cat-Beastman Colony is increasing particularly rapidly.

We've even had a dedicated dormitory built for my children within the Onyx estate, but even so, we can't fit everyone, so some are staying in part of the private rooms of Diane-san's siblings.

"If necessary, we could rent an inn outside..."

"That would be a loss of face for us. Do not worry, there is plenty of land, and I do not want any of the children to feel left out. Above all, I want Rebecca to be able to enjoy the night of the Spirit Festival freely with her cousins."

"...I... I see."

Rebecca, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Carlos, is their long-awaited only daughter, so she is excessively protected by Carlos and lacks much freedom. Furthermore, truth be told, she has no other cousins near her age.

Among the nearly hundred siblings of the Diane line, the only ones who have given birth in the last ten years are my sisters. Normally, Dark Elves do not give birth so frequently.

However, children want someone with whom they can share a sense of childhood. That is why, for Rebecca, my children are the only ones she can play around with without reservation.

"However... hmph. Andy, I am not impressed. Children cannot disobey their parents when the fact that they are being raised is used as leverage. Especially for a father, the eldest daughter is precious. I can understand the feeling of loving her, but sexual relations are—"

"No, it's... if anything, I'm the one desperately trying to stop it..."

"...?"

Ele. This is what normal adult sensibility is like. No matter what, Dad is only going to end up looking like the villain.

...Though, I don't think he'll understand that.

Now then.
As planned, we arrived in the evening.
The children ate a lavish buffet dinner at the party tables lined up in the garden, then played in the family splash pool before falling asleep.
Mr. Carlos would casually approach the children like that, and on the day of the actual Spirit Festival, he would give a present to everyone.
To my surprise, Mr. Carlos remembers every single one of these two hundred children—even those whose names I sometimes struggle to recall—despite only seeing them once a year. Their faces, their names, and even their individual preferences.

I think it’s only natural for Anemone to be drawn to someone as thoughtful as Carlos, Cosmos.
And as for me, I wasn't exactly in a position to... watch over the children.

"Alright, everyone, your attention please! The Owner is here! ♪"

As Cosmos said this, she pulled me by the arm, walking down the street in front of "Cosmos Honpo."

Nearby, women working at general stores and eateries began popping their heads out in a panic and started closing up shop.

"Alright, that's it for today! We're closed! ♪"

"Wait... huh? What's going on?"

"Business reasons! ♪ We're taking a break until the Spirit Festival, so come visit us another time! ♪"

"Hey, hey! I'm still in the middle of a drink!"

The drunken patrons were being ushered out one after another, casting suspicious looks at me and Cosmos, the presumed cause of the chaos.

"You don't even have to close the whole street..."

"All our affiliated shops are side-hustles for our courtesans, and it wouldn't be fair if they couldn't join in at the main branch today! ♪"

We were about to enter "Cosmos Honpo"—which was essentially a brothel—and it seemed that, depending on the situation, even customers in the middle of a session might be kicked out. I thought that sounded terrible for their reputation, but apparently, my arrival turns things into a "festival."

That's right. I am now the "Owner." The ruler of this pleasure district centered around this brothel... or so it goes.

Well, that's just what Cosmos says; in reality, I haven't contributed anything to the shop, nor do I receive any of the earnings.

It seems that from the moment I got Cosmos pregnant, I was treated as a de facto "husband" sharing in the assets (at least, according to Tarc law), meaning the brothel is effectively mine, and I'm free to "sample" any of the resident courtesans I want.

I feel like Cosmos used that exact sales pitch when she barged into my life once, but I didn't realize she meant it that literally.

Now, I don't need to "sample" anyone; I already have female slaves and dragons, so my lower half is never lonely. However, it seems Cosmos and her second-in-command, Lady Isabel, have been spreading the word: "If you want to go to Polka for a vacation, you'd better make a good impression on the Owner." Consequently, whenever I come to Tarc, I end up having to entertain the courtesans here.

I always maintain that if they wanted to come to Polka, I'd transport them there normally without them needing to flatter me—and most of the resident courtesans seem to understand that—but regardless, there apparently seems to be a large number of women eager to challenge me, the man with "ogre-level ejaculation, bottomless stamina, and most importantly, the technique to drive both Cosmos and Lady Isabel to climax with ease using a tricycle method."

As expected of a group of women who are all true perverts by choice.

"It's been a long time, Owner! ♪"

"Wait, Isabel, I was just here four months ago."

"If that much time has passed, it counts as a long time. Here, your 'Isabel Coins' for this time."

With a heavy clink, she handed me a pouch of gold coins weighted down with Isabel Coins.

I wonder if these even have any meaning anymore... Well, I suppose for the courtesans, they can eventually be exchanged for a decent amount of cash.

"I don't have enough time to spend this much... Besides, I'm here with the kids to enjoy the Spirit Festival, so you know I can't just camp out in the brothel, right?"

"We're hoping you'll change your mind! ♪"

"I feel like the Isabel I knew was much stricter about managing the brothel..."

My staying here, as I just witnessed, effectively means throwing away the brothel's potential revenue.

I thought it was Isabel's job to step in and tighten things up when this happened.

"Hmm... well, even if we leave things as they are, the business isn't particularly struggling. And the Owner does bring in money."

"I don't bring in anything, though?"

"You do! You're helping keep the economy spinning quite vigorously along with Cosmos! ♪"

"......The S&F Foundation matter?"

"Yes! ♪"

What? I was wondering how that generated income and where the money was flowing, only to find out it was flowing in here too.

Well, I guess since I've been made "Owner" without me noticing, it wouldn't be strange if I'd become an investor without realizing it... maybe?

I'm conflicted. To be honest, the money flow in that project is completely incomprehensible to me, so I've left the management entirely to Cosmos, Irina, and Tetes from the start.

But apparently, the courtesans, unable to wait, have begun to meddle.

"Ooooh, Owner! ♪ If you want to have fun with the brats, I think it's better to just get straight to the thrusting. So, come on, let's have a match! Hurry, hurry! ♪"

"Save the Dominas for later. It’s a huge pain for everyone to clear them out once they've gone completely frenzied."

"Man, come on. I think ogre discrimination is wrong."

"Owner, Owner! There are four new girls who say they want to come to Polka, so please give them a thorough 'penetration screening'!"

As always, they were clad in outfits that could barely be called clothes—so sheer they were practically transparent—yet they beckoned me toward sex with a brightness that made me forget the nudity. For someone like me, who doesn't care for gloomy atmospheres, they were quite delightful.

But well, today...

"...Hmm. Then... for now, here."

I rattled the Isabel coins I had taken from my pouch and returned them to the lady Isabel before me. Ten coins.

"?"

"Isabel-san never comes to Polka. I want to try going all out on her every once in a while."

Despite all her complaints, Isabel-san spent most of her time stuck doing behind-the-scenes work.

That said, having known her for so long, I’ve come to find many of her charms, and besides...

"...Are you planning to creampie Isabel ten times?"

"Hmm, well, even exactly ten times would be fine."

I leaned in, pressing my lips against her ear.

"I was thinking... I'd like to try getting Isabel-san pregnant soon, too. ...Is that the 'contraception cancellation fee'?"

My children... please forgive your unscrupulous father.

But other than this kind of way, I simply don't know how to show special affection in this abnormally lewd space.

...And then, a mature, sultry smirk suddenly spread across Isabel-san's baby face.

"Let me tell you a little secret... For five years now, my sex with the Owner has been unprotected, full-contact style♪"

"Then let's go for ten rounds, straight up."

"♪"

Even though it was a whisper, she didn't seem to have much intention of hiding it.

Hearing our exchange, the surrounding prostitutes began to whistle and let out high-pitched squeals.

---

Evenings at Cosmos Main Branch pass with sheer intensity.

"Evening" is an understatement; we often rage on well into the next morning.

While several prostitutes are always visiting Polka for "rest and recuperation," and they are willing to sleep with me whenever the mood strikes, the situation of being able to fuck as much as I want right inside the brothel... is strangely exhilarating. It's like being able to brazenly bite into the merchandise while standing right in the shop.

Others have suggested that I should live here for a while and live a life of "tasting" everything to my heart's content... and I'm starting to think that might not be a bad idea.

Well, though, it would certainly be a level of decadence I couldn't even pretend to mask.

Life at Vapor Palace isn't substantially different, but since I have to manage all the local festivals and various other responsibilities, I'd like to believe my current situation is at least slightly more respectable.

...Anyway, as I wandered through the streets and returned to Carlos-san's place, I was met with a noisy scene: the children were running around the garden where the Spirit Festival party was being set up, and the dragons were helping with the construction, keeping a watchful eye to ensure the children didn't get caught up in any "construction accidents."

The children ran around without restraint while the stage and cooking hearths were being built; it was nerve-wracking to watch, but before anyone could do anything truly dangerous, the dragons would intervene with an agility akin to teleportation.

"I'd feel bad getting in their way, but maybe it would be better to just lock them all in the dormitory..."

"Watching things like this is a great experience for children, Andy-kun."

"Nancy-san..."

"Being overly harsh isn't the only way. Look, even Peter-kun is helping out."

"That's only because the maid flattered him..."

"There's nothing wrong with being motivated by praise. And from that, one can discover their own talent or enjoyment. ...Peter-kun might actually have a talent for construction."

"A talent for construction, from making a hearth...?"

"It's not something just anyone can build well without thought. From what I can see, he has a good sense for selecting stones and layering them. Perhaps Diane taught him some tricks."

"...That might be the case."

Setting up, huh?
...Come to think of it, it's true that children are often allowed to participate in the setup for Polka's festivals.
Part of it might be a lack of manpower, but I wonder if there's also the goal of passing down know-how or discovering new talents.
...And above all, I suppose part of the fun is that everyone—adults and children alike—builds the festival together.

"Now then, come to think of it, the maids were looking for you."

"...Ah."

"You seem to have an idea who they're after. In that case, never mind."

Prompted by Nancy-san, I left the spot with a slightly awkward smile... and headed toward the maids.

During the year-end festivities in Talc, the children enjoy the Onyx Spirit Festival party.

As for me... I head to Cosmos Trading.

"We have been waiting for you, Master."

"...I know I say this every time, but really, I have to wonder about this whole 'Master' thing."

"It is a matter of our hearts... please consider us the Masters of your heart."

"That feels even more sinful."

Located on the grounds, away from the hustle and bustle of the setup, lies the private quarters for the Onyx maids.
When I was led inside, the roughly twenty maids present bowed in unison, dressed in the scandalous attire of nothing but naked aprons and headpieces.
...Cosmos Trading, and this very place, are my primary destinations during the Talc Spirit Festival.
In fact, I am forced to spend long periods of time at these two locations every single time.
Within the Onyx Maid Corps, there is a particular group that harbors the troublesome desire to "be subjected to sexual service by their Master while in maid attire." Or rather, to my dismay, the people who belong to the majority—rather than the minority—are the ones expecting me to engage in my usual tyranny here.

"It's true that doing lewd things to maids is romantic... but it's also true that it's a bit different from my specific taste of dressing my female slaves up as maids..."

I approached the line of dark elf maids, gesturing with my fingers for them not to move, and began walking behind them, stroking each of their buttocks.

"To think that the vast majority of Onyx maids are perverts who get pleasure from this... Carlos-san must have a hard time."

Smack. I slapped one of the maids' buttocks with my palm, and she let out a sultry scream.

"I-I am so sorry... It's just that you are far too much of an ideal..."

"I don't recall ever becoming your master."

"...But, by doing this... not only are you indulging our desires, but..."

The head maid, her buttocks having been struck, met my eyes with a feverish gaze.

"To possess a sexual appetite that does not wane even after repeatedly violating so many immodest maids... and the power to snatch us away from Onyx if the need arises... someone with such traits is truly rare...♪"

"...Theoretically, it might be possible, but I have no intention of picking a fight with Carlos-san."

Even as I said that, I thought to myself that if I ended up getting one of them pregnant, I'd probably end up finding a way to keep her.

However, I have to be careful with that girl and that girl. They are, after all, my "nieces"... I began scanning the group while taking turns letting the maids perform oral service on me. There are several of Carlos-san's younger siblings' children—in other words, Rebecca-chan's cousins—among them.

...Though, I've already had sex with both of them a few times.

If I end up getting them pregnant and ultimately end up putting collars on them, I truly won't be able to argue a single word against Carlos-san.

"By the way, I assume you're using proper contraception magic?"

"Yes, of course. We have dispelled it for everyone."

"Why on earth did you think that was the correct answer!?"

The head maid averted her eyes, while the other maids muttered amongst themselves.

"Eh, but... isn't being impregnated by your Master after performing your duties the true fulfillment of a maid's calling...?"

"True..."

"The girls in Polka said they're normally making babies..."

"Why do you guys live your lives being so aggressively forward? Besides, I thought I was using contraceptive magic, so I've been sleeping with the maids who come to Polka, you know?"

"I can't tell because the maids usually head home after about three months... but tell me there isn't a child already pregnant, right?"

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

"Is there?"

Apparently, there was.
Since they aren't from the Onyx bloodline, it's technically fine.
...No, it's not fine. Why would you try to get pregnant in secret?

We spend almost all our time having sex, but we are granted a reprieve only on the night of the actual Spirit Festival.
The S&F Foundation's work is also carried out during the party, and as a father, I also want to see the children's happy faces.
...And.

"And now, for tonight's main event. Please enjoy the magnificent dance of the 'Desert Jewel Butterfly,' Noor... Wait, Paula is performing too? Ah, well... please enjoy this mother-daughter stage!"

Before Mr. Carlos could even finish his flustered introduction, Noor and her only daughter, Paula, danced onto the stage.

"A Jewel Butterfly AND her daughter!?"

"She was here!?"

The audience trembled in shock. Paula, who appeared holding hands with Noor, was dressed in a sexy outfit just like her mother's—despite being only eight years old. However, in contrast to Noor's sultry elegance, she performed lively steps, occasionally waving at me with both hands in an innocent manner.

"Daddy!"

"...Wait, this kid is—!"

"The Onyx Stud Son-in-law!"

...Yes. That's me.
I thought I was going to shrink under the murderous glares of the men... but instead, the atmosphere turned into something like, "Well, if it's him, it can't be helped."
Wait, no, is that really okay with you guys?

"Ho ho, well, it is an open secret that the Master is traveling around with a dragon."

"...I'm still intending to keep it a secret, though."

"There is enough indirect evidence to prove it. Besides, rumors of your achievements are starting to spread. They're even being sung about in the taverns."

"Seriously?"

I really want to know.
...Actually, even though his nickname is "Stud Son-in-law," I wonder if his achievements are actually being sung about in a glorious light. It might be better for my happiness not to ask.

And Paula, ever perceptive, noticed my wandering mind.

"Daddy! Look at me! I'm gonna take my clothes off—!"

"Stop that right now!"

An eight-year-old should not be drawing attention by undressing.
And besides, Mom, don't you start making gestures like you're stripping, too. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival, after all.

Tark is hot enough in winter to feel like summer, at least by Polka standards.
Polka’s summers are cool enough that long sleeves aren’t much of a hindrance, so basically spring or fall if you’re talking about normal places.
Since they’re flying out from the middle of a snowstorm in the dead of winter, the kids have to change clothes along the way. That kind of management falls to Neia, who doubles as Frena’s chaperone, along with a few other adults accompanying them.
As for me? I’m pretty much going non-stop from Polka naked, so it’s less about changing clothes and more like, “Finally, I can put some on when we get close to Tark.”
I mean, come on, the ‘house’ has ten people in it. Of course, things are gonna stay busy.
No matter how wild I get, if I take them one after another, five or six of them will be back to normal by the time I’m done. They’re getting sex every two or three hours, while I’m on a near-infinite loop.
Of course, we’re not just fucking like maniacs without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but yeah, the atmosphere helps, and pretty much whenever I’m awake, I’m shoving it in someone. It’s faster than walking, but the girls are bored out of their minds since there’s nothing else to do. And thanks to all the doping and training, I’ve got enough juice that I don’t have to worry about running dry anymore.
…Sometimes I get legitimately freaked out wondering where this stuff is even coming from, but yeah, that’s how it is. The inside of the house is constantly filled with a heavy, lusty stench.

…And then.

“Hey, welcome, Human! Glad to see the kids are doing well, but wait—wasn’t Elenia just coming out of your cabin? Yeah, I’m not misremembering, is that her? She’s shot up even taller than last year, but that’s Elenia, right? If I recall correctly, you’re riding in one of those massive multi-person beds, so…”

“Please calm down, Carlos.”

“Calm down? You little bastard! Finally, your own daughter! From this year on, Rebecca is forbidden from contacting you! If you breathe the same air as Rebecca, I swear I’ll cut you open and feed you to desert lizards so you can never breed again!”

“But Rebecca’s only five…”

“She turned six last month! Celebrate! No, wait—that’s right, how can a man not get it up for his six-year-old niece when he’s got his dick pointed at his own thirteen-year-old daughter? I don’t trust you!”

Carlos was about to lose it completely, so Nancy appeared silently and pinned him down like always, silencing him.

“Gweh…”

“Oh, hey, Andy! It’s been half a year. Well, you were here once after the summer Spirit Festival at Cosmos Honpo, so Tark itself has been four months.”

“…Ah, yes. Long time no see.”

Nancy grabbed Carlos by the collar, threw him onto a bench, and then shrugged, watching the kids enter the dorms.

“Getting cramped soon, aren’t we? How many more this year?”

“…Uh, let’s see… twenty-four more than last year… I think?”

“…That’s short of what we had two years ago. We’ll have to expand by next year.”

My kids keep multiplying every year. Well, I’m not bringing any infants with me on this trip because they’d be too much of a risk, but especially the cat- and beastfolk colonies are booming.

We even have our own dedicated dormitory built on Onyx’s land for them to stay in, but even then, some of them are still crashing in part of Dianne’s siblings’ private rooms.

“Should I rent an outside inn…?”

“That would be a blow to our reputation. Don’t worry, we have plenty of land, and I don’t want to make the kids feel left out. More than anything, I want Rebecca to enjoy the Spirit Festival night with her cousins without any hassle.”

“…O-oh, is that so?”

Carlos’s daughter, Rebecca, is his only child, so he overprotects her like crazy, and she doesn’t get much freedom normally. Plus, truthfully, she doesn’t have any cousins close to her age.

Out of Dianne’s nearly hundred siblings, only my sisters have had kids in the last ten years. Dark elves don’t usually have children that often.

But kids want someone who understands their kid sensibilities. That’s why my kids are Rebecca’s only real playmates.

“However… hmm. Andy, I’m not impressed either, you know? Kids will use the fact that they’re being raised as leverage against their parents. Especially the eldest daughter—she’s precious to a father. I can’t say I don’t understand the feeling of love, but that doesn’t mean…”

“No, well… if anything, I’m the one desperately trying to stop things…”

“…?”

Elenia. That’s just how normal adults think. Dad’s always the bad guy.

…But he’ll never understand.

Right. As planned, we arrived in the evening. The kids were having a lavish viking-style dinner at the party tables lined up in the garden, then they'd jump into the family-sized wading pool before heading to bed. Carlos would subtly interact with them all, giving out presents on the actual Spirit Festival day.

Surprisingly, Carlos remembered every single one of those two hundred kids—even me, who he sometimes forgets my own name—despite only seeing them once a year. Their faces, their names, even their preferences. It’s only natural that Cosmos would be drawn to someone so considerate.

And yeah, I couldn’t exactly watch over the kids…

"Alrighty-ho, everyone look alive! The Owner's here!"

Cosmos said as she led me down the street in front of "Cosmos Headquarters," practically dragging my arm. Suddenly, women from nearby shops and restaurants rushed out, looking flustered, and began closing up shop.

"Yep, we're closed for today, closed for today!"

"Huh… what’s going on?"

"It's a special occasion—Spirit Festival! We'll see you next time!"

"Hey, wait, I’m still drinking here!"

The drunken customers were being shooed out one by one, glancing suspiciously at me and Cosmos as the source of the commotion.

"Why close up shop just for this…?"

"Well, all our affiliated shops are side hustles for courtesans, so it wouldn’t be fair if only the main branch got to participate!"

We were about to enter "Cosmos Headquarters," which was a brothel, after all. So, I guess even the customers in the middle of a session would get kicked out depending on the situation. I wondered how that affected their reputation, but apparently, my presence turned it into some kind of "festival."

That’s right. Now I’m the "Owner"—the ruler of this pleasure district centered around this brothel… or so Cosmos claims.

Though, to be fair, I haven’t contributed anything to the business, nor have I taken any profits.

Apparently, the moment I got Cosmos pregnant, I became her de facto husband (at least according to Tark’s laws), meaning the brothel was now legally mine, and I could take whatever courtesans I wanted.

I vaguely remember Cosmos saying something like that when she barged into my life, but I never thought it meant that literally.

And even though I don’t need to "sample" them—I’ve got plenty of female slaves and dragons to keep me company—Cosmos and her right-hand woman, Isabelle, have apparently issued a memo: "If you want to go on a spa trip with Polka, make sure you impress the Owner properly!" So now, whenever I come to Tark, I’m expected to entertain the courtesans here.

I always argue that if they wanted to go to Polka, they could just let me transport them without sucking up to me… but whatever. Most of the courtesans seem to get it, but regardless, there were apparently tons of them eager to challenge me—"the guy with Ogre-level ejaculation volume, endless stamina, and the skill to make Cosmos and Isabelle ride a tricycle while still getting off without breaking a sweat."

No wonder they’re all genuine sluts who love their jobs.

"Welcome back, Owner!"

"Hey, Isabelle, I was here just four months ago."

"If you leave that much time in between visits, it’s fair to say 'welcome back,' yes? Here’s your Isabelle Coin for this visit."

She handed me a heavy pouch full of coins with a clink.

I wonder if it even means anything anymore… Well, for the courtesans, they can probably exchange it for a decent amount of cash later.

"I don’t have time to use all this… and besides, I’m here with my kids to enjoy the Spirit Festival, so you know I can’t just hole up in the brothel the whole time, right?"

"We’re hoping you’ll change your mind!"

"The Isabelle I knew was stricter about running the brothel…"

My presence meant, as I’d seen earlier, that the brothel would be sacrificing potential income.

I thought Isabelle’s role was to try and prevent things like this from happening too often… but oh well.

"Hmm… well, even if we left things as they are, the business isn’t exactly struggling. The owner’s been bringing in the dough, after all."

"I haven't earned anything, though?"

"You're earning, alright? You and Cosmos are keeping the economy pretty booming."

"…The S&F Foundation thing?"

"That's right."

Eh. I was wondering where that money came from and where it went, and apparently some of it trickled down here.

Well, since I've been made 'owner' without even realizing it, maybe I've also become an investor without noticing… or something?

I'm torn. Honestly, the flow of money in that operation is completely beyond me, so I just leave the management to Cosmos, Irene, and Tete from the start.

Then, the whores, impatient as ever, butted in.

"Ow-Owner! If you wanna have fun with the kids, you should get hammered quick-like! How about a round with me? Huh? Come on, come on!"

"Domina, save it for later. It's a pain to clear everyone out after you go wild."

"What's that? Ogre-discrimination is no good, I think."

"Owner, owner. Four newbies wanna go to Polka, so give 'em the legit penetration exam, yeah?"

As always, they're dressed in see-through outfits that barely qualify as clothes, but their bright energy makes them irresistible when they invite you for sex. It's a welcome change for me, since I don't really like gloomy atmospheres.

But anyway, today…

"...Ugh. Fine… here."

I took out the Isabelle coin from my bag and tossed it back to the Isabelle in front of me. Ten coins.

"?"

"Isabelle, you're not coming to Polka. I kinda wanna go all-out with you for once."

Isabelle's always stuck behind the scenes, doing paperwork and whatnot, no matter what she says.

But after being around her this long, you start to see the cute side of things, and besides…

"...You planning on cumming inside Isabelle ten times?"

"Hmm, well, a solid ten is fine."

I leaned in close.

"I kinda wanna get Isabelle pregnant… How about a contraception override fee?"

Kids, please forgive your shameless father.

But I don't know any other way to show special affection in this perverted space.

…And then, Isabelle's baby face broke into a suddenly mature, sultry smile.

"Let me tell you something good. …I've been going at it bareback with the owner for five years now!"

"Then ten shots, straight up."

"♪"

Even though it was a whisper, I wasn't really trying to hide it that much.

The whores around us heard our exchange and started whistling and cheering.

The night at Cosmos Hombu passed in a spectacular fashion.
Or rather, we kept raging until pretty late the next morning.

Even in Polka, there are always a few courtesans taking a break, and they’d be willing to service me anytime if I wanted, but the situation of being able to screw around as much as I want at a brothel… it’s like mindlessly nibbling on merchandise in a store – strangely exhilarating.

Other places have been suggested too, like living here for a while and indulging in a life of sampling everything my heart desires… which might actually be appealing.

Well, yeah, but even I can’t exactly pretend that wouldn’t be a total descent into depravity.

Life at the Vapor Palace is practically the same, but since they’re at least making an effort to attend various festivals and such, I like to think I’m maintaining a slightly better facade here.

…So, I wandered through town and headed back to Carlos’s place, only to find the kids running around in the garden where the spirit festival setup was underway, with the dragons helping out and keeping an eye on the kids so they didn’t get caught in any construction accidents. It was a chaotic scene.

The kids were freely running between the stage and the cooking stoves being built, which made me nervous just watching, but before they could do anything truly dangerous, the dragons would instantly teleport over with incredible agility to stop them.

“Maybe I should lock them all up in the dorms so I don’t get in the way…”

“For the kids, seeing things like this is a valuable experience, Andy.”

“Nancy…?”

“It’s not always about being strict. Look, even Peter’s helping out.”

“That’s only because he was flattered by the maid.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being motivated by praise. And sometimes, you can discover your own talents and what you enjoy from it… Maybe Peter has a talent for architecture.”

“Talent for architecture from making stoves…?”

“It’s not something anyone can just slap together without thinking. The way he chooses the stones and stacks them shows real skill. I bet Diane taught him some tricks.”

“…Maybe.”

Setup, huh?

…Come to think of it, the Polka festival setup always involves kids too.

Partly because they need the manpower, but maybe there’s also a purpose in passing down know-how and discovering talents like that.

…More than anything, I guess the point is that festivals are more fun when everyone—adults and kids alike—works together to make them happen.

“Well, speaking of which, the maids have been looking for you.”

“…Ah.”

“You probably know why. Good.”

Nancy’s words made me give a slightly awkward smile before I left… and headed toward the maids.

In Taruk at year’s end, the kids enjoy Onyx’s spirit festival party.

And I… well, I have Cosmo’s Headquarters.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Master.”

“…I still can’t help but wonder every time—why do they call me ‘Master’?”

“It’s a matter of the heart… please consider us your masters of the spirit.”

“That just makes it feel even more sinful.”

Inside the grounds, away from the setup commotion, is the Onyx maids’ exclusive dormitory.

When I was led inside, the roughly twenty maids inside were all in a shamelessly provocative state—bare aprons and headresses—and bowed in unison.

…Cosmo’s Headquarters, and this place, are my main destinations during Taruk’s spirit festival.

Or rather, I’m forced to spend hours here at both locations every year.

The Onyx Maid Brigade—the group most burdened with the difficult desire of “wanting their master to force them into sexual servitude.” Or rather, the troubling thing is that the majority (or minority, depending on how you look at it) of them are counting on me to put in a particularly depraved performance here.

“Sure, screwing around with maids has its appeal… but it’s also true that it’s not quite the same as forcing female slaves into maid outfits.”

I approached the line of dark elf maids and gestured with my fingers to keep them still, then circled behind them, stroking each one’s ass in turn.

"To think that most Onyx Maids are perverts who get off on this… Carlos must be having a rough time."

I slapped the ass of the maid I’d been petting, and she let out a sultry scream.

"S-sorry… Master is just too idealistic…"

I don’t recall becoming your master.

"But… to have you indulge our desires like this… and yet still—"

The slapped ass… The head maid glared back at me with feverish eyes.

"A libido that never wanes even after repeatedly violating so many shameless maids… and the power to take us from Onyx if need be… someone with all that is rarely seen… ♪"

"…Theoretically, it might be possible, but I don’t want to fight with Carlos."

Even as I said that, I knew I’d probably find a way to keep any resulting offspring under my control.

But I have to watch out for those two in particular. They’re practically "nieces"… So, first, I had the maids take turns giving me oral service while I sized them up. Carlos has several cousins—Rebecca’s aunts, actually.

…Both of them have already been screwed multiple times.

If I got them pregnant and ended up putting collars on them, Carlos wouldn’t be able to argue.

"By the way, you’re using contraception, right?"

"Of course, we’ve disabled it for everyone."

"How did you know that was the right answer!?"

The head maid averted her eyes, and the other maids murmured among themselves.

"Eh, well… getting pregnant by Master after serving him is what being a maid’s all about, isn’t it…?"

"Yeah."

"I heard the ones who go to Porca are just making babies normally…"

Why do you guys live so strongly in that direction? And I thought you were using contraception, so I was screwing around with the maids from Porca!

"They usually leave after three months when they come to Porca… but there aren’t any who are already pregnant, right?"

"…………"

Are there?

It seems there might be.

Well, she’s not Onyx-blooded, so it’s safe enough.

…No, it’s not safe. Why would you try to get pregnant in secret?

We’re almost always having sex, but the night of the Spirit Festival is the only time we’re free. The S&F Foundation’s work also takes place during the party, and there’s also the feeling of a father wanting to see his children happy.

…And.

"Now for tonight’s main event! Please enjoy the magnificent dance of the 'Desert Jewel Butterfly'—Noor! Oh, Paula’s performing too? Ah, um… please enjoy their mother-daughter stage!"

Before Carlos could finish his flustered introduction, Noor and her only daughter, Paula, burst onto the stage.

"A Jewel Butterfly with a daughter!?"

"She had one!?"

The audience was stunned. And Paula, holding hands with Noor, wore a sexy outfit just like her mother despite being only eight years old, but unlike Noor’s sultry grace, she showed off cheerful steps while occasionally waving both hands at me with childlike innocence.

"Pa-pa!"

"...Wait, is that him?"

"The Obsidian Stallion Husband!"

...Yeah. That's me.

I braced myself for the murderous glares of the men… but instead, the air shifted to something like, "Oh, it’s just him. Guess we can’t do much."

Huh? Seriously? Is that okay with you guys?

"Well now, the fact that the master’s been seen gallivanting around with a dragon is common knowledge, after all."

"...I was still trying to keep it a secret, though."

"There’s plenty of indirect evidence, isn’t there? Besides, rumors of your achievements are starting to spread. They’re even singing about them in the taverns."

"Seriously?"

I kinda wanna hear that.

…No. Given that his nickname is "Stallion Husband," I doubt his achievements are being sung about in a particularly flattering way. Maybe it’s better not knowing.

And Paula, sharp as ever, noticed my distracted state.

"Pa-pa! Look at me properly! I’m gonna take my clothes off!"

"No, you’re not!"

An eight-year-old shouldn’t be drawing attention with striptease.

And Mom? Don’t you start doing that either. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival, okay?

Tark is as warm in winter as summer feels in Polka.
Polka's summers are mild enough that long sleeves aren't much of a bother, so if you were to compare it to a normal place, it's more like spring or autumn.

Since the children fly out from mid-winter snow, they have to change clothes halfway through. Several accompanying adults, including Neia who also oversees Frena's duties, manage these arrangements.

As for me, I spend almost non-stop in full nudity from Polka onward, so rather than changing clothes, I only put on clothing once I get close to Tark.
Well, after all, there are ten others sharing the same "hut" with me. Of course, things get heated up constantly.

No matter how wildly we go at it, by the time five or six people have taken their turns in sequence, everyone is back on their feet normally. Even if I'm going non-stop, my partners only engage in sex every two to three hours slowly, so it's basically an infinite loop.

Of course, we're not constantly having sex without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but the atmosphere certainly helps, and during waking hours, I'm almost always penetrating someone. It takes much less time than a walking journey, though; for the girls, there's nothing else to do besides sex, so they're bored. And thanks to numerous dopings and training, I no longer worry about running out of stamina.

...Sometimes I even get scared to think seriously about where my semen is being supplied from, but since that's the state we're in, the entire journey inside the huts is filled with a lewd scent.

...Anyway.

"Ah, welcome, Human. The kids look healthy, which is great—but wait a minute, didn't Elenia just come out of your guest room? Hmm, I must not be mistaken this time. She's grown taller than last year, but that's definitely Elenia, right? You're riding that huge multi-person bed, and she came over to it, so..."

"Calm down, Carlos."

"How can I calm down, you bastard! Finally, my own daughter! From now on, I won't let Rebecca have any contact with you! Try breathing in the same space as Rebecca! If you try that again, I'll cut you up with a knife and feed you to desert lizards so you can never reproduce again!"

"But Rebecca is only five years old..."

"She turned six last month! Celebrate! No, wait—that doesn't make sense. A man who has his penis aimed at his own 13-year-old daughter can't possibly be aroused by a 6-year-old niece; that's unbelievable!"

Since Carlos was about to go mad, Nancy silently appeared and silenced him by pinching his neck as usual.

"Guh..."

"Ah, it's been half a year since we last saw you, Andy. Well, you did stop by Cosmos Emporium once after the Summer Spirit Festival, so it's been four months in terms of Tark itself?"

"...Oh, yes. It's been a while."

I grabbed Carlos's flustered collar and laid him down on a nearby bench, then Nancy shrugged and watched as the children entered the dormitory.

"It's getting cramped soon. How many more have you added this year?"

"...Uh, um... Compared to last year, it's about 24 people..."

"...That won't be enough based on calculations from two years ago. Let's expand next year."

Every year, my children increase in number. While I haven't brought infants, who are anxious during air travel, the number of cat-beastfolk from the colony has increased significantly.

Although Onyx's grounds include a dedicated dormitory for my children to stay in, some still can't find beds and have to borrow part of Diane's brother's private quarters.

"We could rent an inn outside..."

"If we do that, it would reflect poorly on us. Don't worry; we have plenty of land, and I don't want to make the children feel left out. Most importantly, I want Rebecca to be able to enjoy the Spirit Festival night freely with her cousins."

"...O-Okay, I see."

Rebecca, Carlos's wife's daughter, is their long-awaited only child and is excessively protected by Carlos, making it hard for her to have freedom in daily life. Moreover, there are simply no other age-appropriate cousins around.

Among the nearly 100 Diane siblings, only the sisters living with me have given birth in the past decade. Normally, dark elves don't give birth so frequently.

However, children crave someone who shares their childlike perspective. For Rebecca, my children are the only ones she can play and joke around with without any hesitation.

"But... yes. Andy, I won't deny that I'm impressed? Children, once they use the fact that they're being raised as a shield against their parents, become impossible to disobey. Especially for fathers, the eldest daughter is precious. I understand the feeling of falling in love, but..."

"No, actually... rather, we're trying our hardest to stop it..."

"...?"

Eh? That's how ordinary adults think. No matter what, a father can only be seen as the villain.
...Even so, they won't understand, will they?

Well then.
As planned, we arrived in the late afternoon.

The children feasted on a lavish buffet dinner at party tables lined up in the garden, afterward splashing around in the family pool before drifting off to sleep.

Carlos approached these children subtly, intending to give each of them a present on the day of the Spirit Festival itself.
To my astonishment, Carlos remembered every single one of the two hundred children—even though we meet only once a year. He recalled their faces, their names, and even their individual preferences.

I suppose it's entirely natural for Anemone to be drawn to such thoughtful gestures, Cosmos-san.

As for me... I couldn't bear to watch those children from afar.

"Hey there, everyone! Look over here—The Owner has arrived! ♪"
Cosmos said this while taking my arm and leading me down the street in front of "Cosmos House."

Suddenly, female employees from nearby general stores and restaurants rushed out, beginning to close up shop.

"Alright, that's it for today! Closing time, closing time! ♪"

"Wait... uh, what's going on?"

"It's just business as usual! ♪ The Spirit Festival is coming up, so we'll be closed until then. Come back another time!"

"Huh? Hey, you're still drinking!"

Drunk patrons were ushered out one by one, glancing suspiciously at me and Cosmos, who seemed to be the cause of this sudden shutdown.

"You don't even have to close up..."

"All our branch establishments are run as side businesses by courtesans, so it'd be unfair if today's main house didn't participate! ♪"

We were about to enter "Cosmos House," which is essentially a brothel. Naturally, some customers caught in the act of play would also be asked to leave. I can't help but wonder how well-received this reputation is... But apparently, my very presence turns it into such a "festival."

That's right. Now I'm officially titled "Owner"—the ruler of this pleasure district centered around the brothel.
Well, technically, Cosmos is just saying that. In reality, I haven't contributed anything to the business nor received any earnings from it.

However, since the moment I impregnated Cosmos, I seem to have become her de facto husband under Tark's laws—at least legally speaking—and thus share ownership of the property. This means I can freely choose which courtesans to take advantage of whenever I visit.

I vaguely recall Cosmos once using similar sales pitches when she came knocking on my door, though I never interpreted them that way before.

Even if I don't indulge myself, there are plenty of female slaves and dragons available here, so I certainly wouldn't feel lonely in that regard. Yet, Cosmos and her aide-like figure, Miss Isabel, have notified me that "if you wish to visit Polka for a spa retreat, make sure to impress the Owner properly." Consequently, upon arriving in Tark, I'm expected to entertain the courtesans here.

Honestly, if someone wanted to come to Polka, they could just be transported there without groveling to me... Though that's always my stance, and most of the affiliated courtesans seem to understand it. That said, many of them appear eager to challenge a man like me—someone boasting "orgasm-level ejaculation volume, endless stamina, and above all, the skill to casually engage in threesomes with both Cosmos-san and Miss Isabel."

As expected, every single one of them is genuinely an extreme pervert who chose this profession willingly.

"Long time no see, Owner! ♪"

"No, Isabel-san, you were here four months ago too," I replied.

"If there's been that much time pass, I'd say it's been a while indeed. Here's your payment for this visit, the Isabel Coin."

With a jingle, she handed me a heavy bag filled with gold coins.
Does this even make sense anymore? ...Well, at least for the courtesans, they can exchange them later for a decent amount of cash.

"I don't have much time to spend like this... Besides, I'm here with my kids looking forward to the Spirit Festival, so you must understand I can't stay cooped up in the brothel all day, right?"

"We're hoping your mood might change! ♪"

"I seem to remember Isabel being stricter about running the brothel back when I knew her..."

My mere presence here means abandoning any income derived from operating the brothel as such.
I feel like it was Isabel's role to put an end to this situation sooner or later...

"Hmm... well, honestly, things aren't particularly tight financially even if we just leave them as they are. The owner has been bringing in income after all."

"I haven't earned anything, though?"

"You have! You're working quite hard alongside Cosmo to keep the economy running smoothly."

"…………The S&F Foundation matter?"

"Yes, it is."

Eh? I was wondering how that venture generated revenue and where the money flowed, only to find out it ended up here too.

Well, since I've somehow become an "owner," it wouldn't be strange if I'd also quietly become an investor... perhaps?

I'm troubled by this. To begin with, the flow of funds from those activities is truly incomprehensible to me, so I've been leaving everything in Cosmo's and Irina's and Tetes' hands from the start.

Then, the courtesans who couldn't wait any longer poked their noses in.

"Oh~ Owner♪ If you want to have fun with the brats, I think it'd be better to just screw them all over quickly. So, let's have a match! Hurry up, hurry up♪"

"Dominance can wait. It'll be troublesome if everyone tries to move after you've gone absolutely wild."

"What's wrong? Discriminating against Ogre isn't good."

"Owner, owner. There are four new girls who want to go to Polka, but could you give them a real hardcore audition?"

As usual, these women, dressed in outfits that can hardly be called clothes yet approach with such brightness that they don't seem to notice their own lack of modesty, are very much to my liking since I generally dislike gloomy atmospheres.

But today...

"..."

"Hmm... well then... okay."

I took out the Isabel coins from my bag and handed them over to the lady in front of me with a clatter. Ten coins.

"?"

"Ms. Isabel, you're not coming to Polka. I'd like to have my fill with you for once."

Even though she keeps saying all sorts of things, Ms. Isabel is mostly just handling behind-the-scenes work.

Still, as our relationship has grown so long, I've come to appreciate her cute side, and besides...

"..."

"I'm going to cum inside you ten times, Isabel."

"Hmm... well, ten times properly sounds good too."

She leaned her lips close to my ear.

"I was thinking it's about time you made me pregnant... so, a fee for lifting the contraception?"

Children of mine. Please forgive your unchaste father.

But I don't know how else to show special affection in this abnormal lewd space besides this form.

...And then, Ms. Isabel, with her childish face suddenly adorned with a mature, smirking expression, said:

"I'll teach you something good. ...Since about five years ago, our sex with the owner has been hardcore without any contraception♪"

"In that case, I'll go straight for ten shots."

"♪"

Even though it was whispered, there wasn't much need to hide it anyway.

Hearing our exchange, the surrounding courtesans whistled and made lewd noises.

The evening at Cosmos Honpo passed terribly.

Well, "evening," or rather, until quite late into the next morning, we went absolutely wild.

There are always a few courtesans visiting Polka for recuperation, and if I were to make an effort, they'd be willing to indulge me at any time. Still, the scenario of going wild with them in a brothel... it's strangely arousing, like tearing into merchandise recklessly in a store.

I've heard similar things said in various places. Someone even suggested that living here for a while and indulging in a life of snacking to my heart's content might be a good idea. I can't help but think, "That could work."

No, well, it's undeniably a form of self-degradation, though.

Living at Vaper Palace is essentially no different, but since I'm making an effort to keep up appearances with various festivals and events around the region, I'd like to believe that things are slightly more presentable now.

...So, wandering aimlessly through the streets and returning to Carlos's house, I find children running about the garden where preparations for the Spirit Festival party are underway. Dragons are assisting with the setup while keeping a close watch on the children to prevent them from getting caught up in construction accidents—a noisy scene indeed.

The children dash around freely while the stage and cooking stoves are being built; watching it makes my heart race, but before anyone does something truly dangerous, the dragons stop them with agility akin to teleportation.

"If we interfere, it'll be bad... Maybe it'd be better to lock everyone up in the dormitories..."

"For children, experiencing things like this is a valuable lesson in itself, Mr. Andy."

"Nancy-san..."

"Being harsh isn't the only way to show care. Look, Peter's even helping out."

"He's probably just doing it because the maid encouraged him..."

"Having enthusiasm when praised isn't a bad thing. And from that, one can discover their own talents and joys... Perhaps Peter has a talent for construction as well."

"You mean he has a talent for building with the stove-making?"

"It's not something anyone can do perfectly without thinking. Watching him, his sense of selecting stones and stacking them is quite good. Did someone like Diane teach him some tips?"

"...Perhaps."

Setting up, huh?

...Upon reflection, I realize that at Polka's festival as well, children are often included in the preparations. While there's certainly a shortage of manpower, perhaps the purpose also lies in passing down knowledge and discovering such talents.

...Above all, festivals are enjoyable because everyone—adults and children alike—works together to create them.

"Well, by the way, the maids were looking for you."

"...Ah."

"I suspect there's a reason. In that case, it's fine."

Upon hearing Nancy say this, I offer a slightly awkward smile before stepping away... and heading toward the maids.

At the end of the year in Tark, the children enjoy the Onyx Spirit Festival party.

And I am... at Cosmos Tenpo.

"We've been waiting for you, Master."

"...Every time, I still wonder about this. Calling me 'Master'..."

"It's a matter of our hearts... Please consider us as your spiritual Master."

"That only makes my guilt feel even deeper."

Within the premises, away from the noise of the preparations, there is a dormitory exclusively for the Onyx maids.

When I'm led inside, the twenty or so maids present bow in unison, dressed in indecent attire consisting solely of bare aprons and headpieces.

...Cosmos Tenpo, and this very place, is my primary destination during Tark's Spirit Festival.

In fact, I'm forced to spend long hours at these two locations every time.

Among the Onyx Maid Corps, there is a group that harbors the troublesome desire, "I want to be compelled by my Master to engage in sexual service." Or rather, unfortunately, if we consider whether they are the majority or minority, those who belong to the majority expect me to perform this undignified feat here.

"It's certainly romantic for a maid to do something erotic... but there's also the fact that having female slaves dressed as maids hits a different spot."

Approaching the line of dark elf maids, I held my hand steady with a finger gesture to signal them not to move, then circled behind and began stroking each maid's rear one by one.

"Most of these Onyx maids are perverts who get excited by just this much... Carlos must be having a hard time."

Pat! As I slapped the palm against the maid's buttocks, she let out a lustful scream.

"I-I'm so sorry... My master is far too ideal..."

"I never agreed to become your master!"

"But... since you're indulging our wishes like this, and yet—"

The slapped butt... the head maid gazed back at me with feverish eyes.

"How many times have you ravished these shameless maids without losing your lust? And now, if necessary, you possess the power to snatch us away from Onyx itself... Such a person is exceedingly rare...♪"

"...Theoretically, it might be possible, but I have no intention of fighting with Carlos."

Even as I said that, I can't help thinking he'll probably just keep them around if they get pregnant.

But I need to be careful with those two girls specifically. They're his nieces... So first, while making the maids take turns serving me orally, I'll start marking my targets. Carlos's younger siblings have several children; Rebecca has a few cousins.

...Though both of them are already having sex multiple times.

If they end up pregnant and get collars put on them, I truly won't be able to argue with Carlos at all.

"By the way, are you using contraception spells properly?"

"Yes, of course, everyone has been relieved of their restrictions."

"Why did you think that was the right choice!"

The head maid averted her eyes while the other maids muttered among themselves.

"Eh, but... isn't it the very purpose of being a maid to be impregnated by the master after serving him as part of our duties...?"

"That's right."

"The girls who went to Polka said they were just having babies normally..."

Why do you all live such strongly forward-leaning lives? Besides, I believed you were using contraception spells, so I had sex with a maid from Polka.

"Even if we go to Polka, we return after about three months of rotation, so I don't know... But surely there aren't any who've already gotten pregnant?"

"......"

"There are?"

It seemed so.

Since they're external children not bearing Onyx bloodline, they should be safe.

...No, they're not safe. Why try to get pregnant in secret?

Almost every night is spent in sex, but on the eve of the Spirit Festival, everything is lifted.

Work for the S&F Foundation also takes place within the party, and as a father, I want to see the children's joyful faces.

...And then.

"Then, tonight's highlight: Please enjoy the magnificent dance of 'Desert Gem Butterfly,' Noelle... Eh, Paula will be performing too? Ah, well... Please enjoy their mother-daughter stage!"

Before Carlos could finish his flustered greeting, Noelle and her only daughter, Paula, leaped onto the stage.

"A gem butterfly with a daughter!?"

"Did she show up!?"

The audience trembled in shock. And there, holding hands, appeared Paula, who despite being eight years old, wore a sexy outfit just like Noelle's, yet displayed lively steps contrasting with Noelle's sensuality, occasionally waving both hands innocently at me.

"Papa!"

"...What the heck is this guy!"

"The Onyx's stallion son-in-law!"

...Yes, that's right.
I expected to shrink back under the men's murderous glares... but instead, the atmosphere shifted to something like, "Well, if it's him, there's no avoiding it."

Wait, no, isn't that fine with you guys?

"Hoho, well, it's an open secret that your master is dragging around a dragon," one of them said.

"...I'm still trying to keep it under wraps, though."

"There's plenty of indirect evidence anyway. Besides, rumors of your exploits are starting to spread. They're even being sung in the taverns!"

"Seriously?"
I wanted to ask...
...No, wait. If "stallion son-in-law" is his nickname, maybe his deeds aren't as glorified as they seem. It might be better not to hear them at all.

Then, with my mind wandering, Paula quickly saw through me.

"Papa! Look at me properly! I'm going to take off my clothes!"

"Don't do that!"

An eight-year-old should not strip naked and draw attention.
And besides, Mom shouldn't pretend to undress either. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival after all.

Tark is as hot as summer in the Polka calendar, even in winter.
The Polka climate is warm enough that long sleeves don’t feel too out of place, so to put it simply, it’s like spring or autumn in a normal place.
Since the children have to fly through the snow in midwinter, they need to change clothes along the way. Handling this kind of thing falls on Neia, who doubles as Frena’s supervisor, and a few accompanying adults.
As for me, I’ve been going almost non-stop since Polka, staying completely naked without even thinking about changing clothes, so it’s more like I finally put some clothes on when I get close to Tark.
Well, you know, there are ten of them in the same "house." It’s impossible not to get carried away.
No matter how wild they make me, as long as I take turns, I’ll recover just fine by the time five or six have had their turn. On the other hand, while I’m going at it non-stop, they only have sex every two or three hours, so it’s basically an endless loop.
Of course, I’m not doing this without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but the atmosphere helps, and when I’m awake, I’m usually sticking something in someone. It’s faster than a walking journey, but the girls have nothing else to do except sex. And thanks to doping and training, I’ve reached the point where I don’t even worry about running out.
…Sometimes I get scared wondering where my sperm is even coming from, but well, that’s just how it is, so the inside of the house is always filled with a lewd smell.

…Anyway.

Carlos: "Hey, welcome, human. The kids look lively too, which is great, but wait a second—didn’t Elenia-chan come out from your room? Yeah, it’s not my imagination. She’s grown even taller since last year. That’s definitely Elenia-chan, right? I heard you were riding on that huge multi-person bed, so that means…"

Nancy: "Calm down, Carlos-san."

Carlos: "How can I calm down?! My own daughter is finally getting laid! From now on, I’m not letting Rebecca have any contact with you! If she even breathes the same air as your dick, I’ll cut it off and feed it to a desert lizard!"

Nancy appeared silently, as usual, and with a sharp nod, silenced him.

Nancy: "Hey, it’s been half a year, Andy-kun. Well, actually, you came by Cosmos Honpo after the summer spirit festival, so it’s been about four months since Tark, right?"

[Andy]: "...Ah, yes. It’s been a while."

Nancy grabbed Carlos-san by the collar and laid him down on a nearby bench, then shrugged and watched the kids enter the lodging.

Nancy: "It’s getting cramped, isn’t it? How many have you added this year?"

[Andy]: "Uh, well… compared to last year, about 24…"

Nancy: "That won’t be enough based on the count from two years ago. Let’s expand by next year."

The number of my kids keeps increasing every year. I don’t bring infants who might be nervous about air travel, but especially the cat beastmen’s offspring are growing rapidly.

We’ve even had a separate lodging built within Onyx’s property for my children to stay, but it still isn’t enough, and some have been staying in private rooms borrowed from Frena-san’s siblings.

[Andy]: "If it comes to it, we could rent a place outside…"

Nancy: "That would be unacceptable. We have plenty of land, and I don’t want to create any sense of exclusion among the children. More than that, I want Rebecca to enjoy the spirit festival night with her cousins without any worries."

[Andy]: "I-I see."

Rebecca-chan, Carlos-san’s only daughter, is overprotected by him as his long-awaited first child. She usually can’t move around freely, and honestly, she doesn’t have many cousins her age.

Even among the nearly 100 siblings of Frena-san, it’s only my sisters who’ve had children in the past ten years. Dark elves don’t normally have such frequent pregnancies.

However, kids need someone they can share their childlike sense of wonder with. So for Rebecca-chan, my children are the only ones she can let loose and play with without any worries.

Nancy: "But… well, Andy-kun, I’m not too pleased either. Children, once they use the fact that they’re being raised as an excuse, become impossible to defy their parents. Especially for a father, having his eldest daughter is something special. I can understand the feelings of affection, but physical relationships…"

[Andy]: "No, it’s… more like I’m desperately trying to stop them…"

[Elenia]: "This is what normal adult sensibilities are like. No matter how you look at it, Papa will always be the bad guy.

…Though, of course, you won’t understand.

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So.
As planned, we arrived in the evening.
The children lined up at the party table in the garden for a lavish Viking-style dinner, then took a dip in the family pool before retiring to sleep.
Carlos-san subtly interacted with them and would give presents to everyone on the actual day of the festival.
To my surprise, Carlos-san remembered the names of all 200 children, even those I sometimes couldn’t recall, despite only seeing them once a year. He remembered their faces, their names, and each of their preferences.
It’s only natural that Anemone would be drawn to Carlos-san’s thoughtfulness, Cosmos-san.
And as for me, I couldn’t just watch over the children…

"Hey everyone, pay attention! The owner has arrived♪"

Cosmos-san said this while walking down the street in front of "Cosmos Shop," holding my arm.

Suddenly, women from nearby shops and restaurants poked their heads out and began closing up.

"Today’s closing time, closing time♪"

[Cosmo]: "Uh… wait, what’s going on?"

[Staff]: "It’s for the shop’s convenience♪ We’ll be closed until the festival, so come back another time♪"

[Customer]: "Hey, I was still drinking!"

The drunk customers were shooed out, and they looked suspiciously at me and Cosmos-san.

"You didn’t have to close the shop…"

[Staff]: "All our affiliated shops are run by courtesans as a side gig, so it wouldn’t be fair if some of them couldn’t join the main shop today♪"

We were about to enter the "Cosmos Shop," which is actually a brothel, but some customers who were in the middle of playing might also get kicked out. I wondered how that would affect the reputation, but apparently, my visit would turn it into something of a "festival."

That’s right. Now, I’m the "Owner." The ruler of this entertainment district centered around the brothel…

Well, Cosmos-san said that, but in reality, I haven’t contributed anything to the shop and haven’t received any profits either.

It seems that since the moment I impregnated Cosmos-san, I’ve effectively been considered her "husband" and share her wealth (at least according to Talc law), so the brothel is technically mine now, and I can take whatever courtesans I want.

I think Cosmos-san mentioned something like that when she first showed up, but I didn’t realize it meant that.

Anyway, I don’t need to "take advantage" of them since I already have my own harem of female slaves and dragons, so I’m not lacking in that department. However, it seems Cosmos-san and her vice officer, Isabel-san, have notified me that if I want a vacation in Polka, I’ll have to "make sure the Owner knows it."

I’ve always maintained that they don’t need to grovel to me just to get transported to Polka, but apparently, when I visit Talc, I’ll have to entertain the courtesans.

Honestly, I’d rather they just arrange things normally. …That’s what I always say, and most of the courtesans seem to understand that, but still, there are plenty who want to challenge me—someone with an "Ogre-like ejaculation volume, endless stamina, and the technique to effortlessly bring Cosmos-san and Isabel-san to climax on a tricycle."

As expected, they’re all real pros who chose this life as courtesans because they love it.

[Staff]: "It’s been a while, Owner♪"

[Cosmo]: "Wait, Isabel-san, I just visited four months ago."

[Staff]: "If it’s been that long, it counts as 'it’s been a while.' Here, your Isabel Coins this time."

She handed me a gold coin bag filled with thick coins.

I wonder if this even means anything anymore. …Well, for the courtesans, they can exchange them for a decent amount of cash later.

"I don’t have enough time to spend that much… Besides, I’m here with my kids to enjoy the festival, so I can’t just stay locked in the brothel."

[Staff]: "We’re counting on you to change your mind♪"

"Isabel-san used to be stricter about managing the brothel, though…"

The fact that I’m staying means the brothel is effectively giving up on making profits. As I’ve seen earlier, it’s also throwing away any chance of earning income.

I feel like Isabel-san’s role was supposed to be tightening things up and keeping things under control, but…

Anyway, my visit to Talc means the brothel will have to give up its profits for the time being.

[Transcript]

Owen: "Hmm... Well, honestly, even if I leave things as they are, the business isn’t exactly struggling. The owner’s been bringing in a decent income."

Owen: "Wait, I’m not making any money, though?"

Owen: "You are making money! You and Cosmos-san have been cranking up the economy pretty hard!"

Owen: "...The S&F Foundation thing?"

Huh. I was wondering how they were making a profit and where the money was going, but it’s also flowing here.

Well, I guess since they’ve already made me an "owner," it wouldn’t be strange if they’d secretly become investors too... or something like that?

I’m stuck on this. Honestly, the flow of money from that activity is completely incomprehensible to me, so I’ve just handed it all over to Cosmos-san, Irina, and Tetes since the beginning.

But it seems some of the prostitutes couldn’t wait and ended up sticking their noses in.

Prostitute: "Ooohnaaa! If you want to have fun with the kids, you should just go ahead and get it on hard and fast! So, let’s have a match, come on, hurry up!"

Prostitute: "Spare me for later. It’s such a hassle trying to move them all after they’ve gone wild."

Prostitute: "What’s the deal? I don’t think discriminating against Ogres is cool."

Prostitute: "Owner, owner! There are four newbies who want to go to Polka, so please give them a proper hazing!"

As always, dressed in outfits that barely qualify as clothing and yet with a bright demeanor that makes you forget it, they’re exactly the kind of girls I don’t like being too gloomy around.

But today...

Owen: "...Hmm. Well then... Here."

I tossed the Isabel coins I’d pulled out from my bag back to the young lady in front of me. Ten of them.

Owen: "Isabel-san, you don’t come to Polka. Sometimes I feel like going all out and hazing you hard."

Though she’s always been busy with behind-the-scenes work, Isabel-san has gradually revealed some cute sides to her.

And besides...

Owen: "...Ten times, I’m planning to cum inside you without any protection?"

Owen: "Hmm, well, even ten times is fine."

I leaned in close to her ear.

Owen: "I’ve been wanting to get Isabel-san pregnant for a while now. ...Is this the 'no-protection fee'?"

Children, please forgive your shameless father.

But I don’t know any other way to show my special affection in this bizarrely lewd space.

...And then, with a sudden mature smile on her youthful face, Isabel-san said:

Isabel: "I’ll tell you something good. ...I’ve been having unprotected sex with the owner for five years now, just like this! ♪"

Owen: "Then I’ll just go straight for ten."

Even though it was a whisper, she didn’t seem to be hiding it all that much.

As our exchange played out, the other prostitutes whistled or let out excited cheers.

The evening at Cosmos’s shop turned into quite a spectacle.
The evening—or rather, a considerable part of the night—was spent going wild.

Polka always has a few courtesans staying for rest and relaxation, and while they’re always willing to indulge if the mood strikes, the situation of being able to do whatever you want with them in a brothel… well, it’s kind of like looting goods recklessly in a store. It’s the kind of thing that oddly gets me hyped up.

I’ve also heard it said in various places, but here, staying for a while and indulging in a bit of sampling life… it’s something they recommend, and honestly, it does sound appealing.

Though, I guess even I can’t help but feel like it’s a bit too decadent.

Life at Vapor Palace isn’t much different, but since they’re always keeping an eye on festivals and such, I’d like to think this arrangement is slightly more presentable.

…Anyway, as I wandered through the town and returned to Carlos-san’s place, I saw the kids running around in the garden where they were setting up for the spirit festival party, with dragons helping out while also making sure the kids didn’t get caught in any accidents.

The kids were running freely between the stage and the cooking oven they were building, which made me nervous just watching, but the dragons used their incredible agility to stop them before anything dangerous could happen.

"Isn’t it rude to interrupt? Maybe we should just lock everyone up in the dormitory…"

"Nancy-san, for kids, seeing things like this is a valuable experience."

"I don’t think being strict is the only way. Look, Peter-kun is even helping out."

"But he’s just doing it because the maid flattered him…"

"It’s not a bad thing to feel motivated when praised. And from there, you might discover your own talents or find something you enjoy. …Peter-kun might have a talent for building, for example."

"Building? From making ovens?"

"Not everyone can do it without thinking. Watching them, I noticed they have a good sense for choosing and stacking stones. Maybe they picked up some tips from someone like Diane."

"…Maybe so."

Setting up, huh.

…Now that I think about it, Polka’s festival setups also involve a lot of kids participating.

It’s partly because they’re short on hands, but there’s also the goal of passing on knowledge and discovering talents. …Besides, festivals are fun because everyone—adults and kids alike—gets to help make them.

"By the way, the maids were looking for you."

"Ah…"

"I guess you have an idea where they might be. That’s fine then."

Nancy-san said that, and I gave a slightly awkward smile before leaving… and heading over to the maids.

At the end of the year in Tark, the kids enjoy the Onyx spirit festival party.

And as for me… Cosmos Honpo and…

"We’ve been waiting. Master."

"…I can’t help but wonder every time. Calling me ‘Master’ like that…"

"It’s a matter of the heart… consider me your spiritual master."

"It just makes it feel even more sinful."

Even within the grounds, there’s a separate dormitory for Onyx’s maids, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the setup.

When I was led inside, the 20 or so maids, all dressed in nothing but aprons and headpieces, bowed in unison in their indecent state.

…Cosmos Honpo, and this is where my main purpose lies during Tark’s spirit festival.

Well, to be honest, I’m forced to stay here for long periods of time every time.

A group of maids from Onyx, particularly those with the troublesome wish to be ‘servants who want to be sexually served by their master.’ Though, unfortunately, they’re in the majority rather than the minority, and they expect me to put on quite the show here.

"It’s true that doing naughty things with maids is romantic… but it’s also a bit off when you make female slaves wear maid outfits."

I approached the row of dark elf maids, gesturing with my fingers to stay still while I moved behind them and gently caressed each of their bottoms.

"Think about it—most of the Onyx Maidens are perverts who’d get off to something like this… Carlos-san, you must be having a tough time."

As I lightly tapped the maid’s bottom with my palm, she let out a seductive scream. "I-I’m so sorry… Master is just too perfect."

"I don’t remember hiring any of you as my maids."

"But still… you’re indulging our desires and keeping it all to yourself… It’s rare to find someone with both the power to take us away from Onyx—"

"Even if they’re a few perverted maids—and yet, their lust hasn’t waned even after violating so many of them… And when the time comes, they could take us away from Onyx themselves… Someone like that is rare…♪"

"Sure, it’s theoretically possible, but I’m not planning to fight with Carlos-san."

Though, deep down, I knew I’d probably find a way to keep any child that got pregnant close to me.

Still, I had to be careful with those two. They were technically "nieces," after all… While the maids lined up for oral service, I kept an eye on them. There were a few of Carlos-san’s younger siblings’ children, including Rebecca-chan’s cousins.

…Though, come to think of it, both of them had already been having sex with me multiple times.

If I ended up getting one of them pregnant and then had to put a collar on her, Carlos-san would have no argument left.

"By the way, are you all using contraception magic?"

"Yes, of course, we’ve deactivated it for everyone."

"Why did you think that was the right answer?!"

The maid leader averted her eyes, while the other maids muttered under their breath.

"Well… isn’t serving and getting pregnant by Master the very essence of being a maid…?"

"Right?"

"I heard the maids who go to Polka are just having kids normally…"

Why do you all live such extreme lives? And besides, I thought you were using contraception magic, so I ended up having sex with the maid who came from Polka.

"Even though they come and go from Polka every three months or so… Don’t tell me you’ve already gotten someone pregnant?"

"…………"

"You have?"

It seemed like they had.

Well, since she’s not from Onyx’s bloodline, it’s technically fine.

…No, it’s not fine. Why are you trying to keep it a secret?

We’ve been having sex almost nonstop, but on the night of the spirit festival, we’re finally set free.
The S&F Foundation’s work is also done during the party, and as a father, I want to see the children’s happy faces too.
…And then.
"Next up for tonight’s highlight: The ‘Desert Jewel Butterfly’—Nora’s elegant dance. Wait, Paula’s performing too? Oh, um… please enjoy this mother-daughter performance!"
Before Carlos-san could finish his flustered introduction, Nora and her only daughter Paula burst onto the stage.
"A jewel butterfly with a daughter!?"
"You had a daughter!?"
The audience was in shock. Nora, holding Paula’s hand, was dressed in a sexy outfit just like Nora, though Paula, at 8 years old, contrasted with Nora’s elegance with her lively steps while occasionally waving innocently at me with both hands.

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"Pa-paa!"

"...Wait, is this guy...?"

"The Hornless Ogre's stallion groom!"

...Yes. That's right.

I thought I’d shrink under the gazes filled with murderous intent from the men... but then it seemed like they all just gave up and said, "Oh well, if it’s this guy, what can we do?"

Wait, is that really okay with you guys?

"Hoho, well, it’s no secret that your master is dragging a dragon around."

"...I’m still trying to keep it a secret for now, though."

"There are plenty of indirect clues. And rumors about your achievements are starting to spread. They’re even being sung at the taverns."

"Really?"

I kinda want to hear about it.

...Wait, if "Stallion Groom" is his nickname, does he really have such impressive achievements that they’re being sung about? Maybe it’s better not to ask.

And then, noticing my distracted state, Paula quickly caught on.

"Pa-paa! Look at me properly! I’m going to take my clothes off!"

"Stop it!"

An 8-year-old shouldn’t be drawing attention by taking off her clothes.

Besides, Mom, don’t try to act like you’re taking off your clothes too. This is technically a wholesome festival.