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.