Polka has both the old town, with many shabby, hastily built homes from days gone by, and a new district where the forestry resources and craftsmanship of the woods are put to use—sometimes even leveraging dragon earth-moving capabilities. Renovations in the old town are gradually underway.

After all, original residents wouldn't want to keep living in dilapidated houses when beautiful ones go up one after another. The Baron purchasing the properties and then overseeing their complete reconstruction with the help of elf masters and Celesta's ogre carpenters served as a major boost. Many ogres construction workers who were drawn to Polka's charm after the Grange was built have decided to settle here, and it's just the right kind of work for them too. During winter, their strength and height are highly valued for snow removal, and gradually, ogres have become an indispensable presence in Polka.

So, while it's been only about fifteen years since first contact with the elves, Polka's residential area has grown several-fold, with one particular district rumored to be gathering particularly sexy women. That's no coincidence; prostitutes—or rather, former prostitutes—from Cosmos House are moving here one after another. The women employed by Cosmos Establishment weren't driven into prostitution by debt or desperation in the first place; most of them choose sex work because they enjoy it. Therefore, when they decide to quit, they have few complications holding them back, and many settle down permanently right after arriving in Polka. Although some maids from the Onyx Maid Brigade also retire and make this their home occasionally, that's rather unusual. As the head maid once said, "Maid servants generally don't save much money," which may be a factor too. But I think part of it is simply that they're an unfortunate bunch who have a kink for getting dominated after serving someone else. Anyway, back to the point. These former prostitutes from Cosmos House who've taken up residence here mostly have other talents besides sex work due to their previous line of business—skills in cooking and business sense—and because they're accustomed to men and non-humans, they can hold their own perfectly when dealing with big men. As a result, they fit in remarkably well as an emerging commercial force responding to Polka's rapidly expanding new demands. "Master~, are you home~?" "Cosmos-sama. He's deep inside." Cosmos-sama comes to where I am tinkering with a new suit of armor in the Vapor Palace's invention workshop. It surprises me a bit that she's actually dressed despite being inside the palace, but I'm clothed myself today too. You wouldn't believe the foolishness of doing blacksmithing work naked, yeah? "I came to survey the lives of the former prostitutes from your old place in the Eastern District, and it's all done now... Hmm, they're all such strong business people; I feel a little proud..." "Well, I assumed someone born into the Establishment wouldn't fall into poverty. If everyone is healthy, that's good enough." Despite the S&F Foundation, the backing of their families as former slave masters' households, and the various blessings brought by dragons making us incredibly wealthy... my wealth isn't infinite. It would be difficult to take full care of all these women who chose to live on their own rather than becoming "family" as female slaves. If I extend support too far to those they've left behind, the scope of those needing nurture becomes too broad and never ends. But there's still a bond to lend a hand if someone is in trouble. That's why I periodically send Cosmos-sama to check on them. Though women are known for shrewdness in business as one should say, not a single woman has asked us for help so far. "Rin seems close to divorcing her husband after a fight, but that's between them. Shasta kept saying she accidentally squeezed a customer's penis while giving him a massage out of habit, so I had to scold her." "Ah... well, if they provide services like that, they shouldn't be allowed to do it without filing for approval first." The permit required for prostitutes operating as business owners in this area is managed by Cosmos-sama with the Baron's authorization. While we can keep an eye on small ways to earn extra cash, when livelihoods are at stake, territory disputes and fee troubles inevitably occur, so they can't be left unchecked from a law-and-order perspective. And offering sexual services at a massage shop is pretty shady gray-area business. If customers know a place offers such services on demand, that's exactly what they're expecting. While I'd rather have someone bold like former Mrs. Hilda who doesn't mind doing it for free with anyone trying their luck, cases where someone just acts on the spur of the moment and ends up not getting access are prone to trouble. There's no way to rule out unreasonable situations like "We heard you had something special going on, came expecting that, but you wouldn't let us touch you... Don't joke with me." "So this time too, there shouldn't be anything requiring us to step in here, right?" "Yeah... oh, a few asked if they could come have sex with both you and Master at the Palace. That's good, isn't it?" "Well... that's fine, but of course I made sure those already married hold off, right?" Those who haven't become female slaves with me—some are normally married couples. I don't want to mess up their relationships. Everyone forgets this, but basically I'm quite cautious about getting involved with girls. I can be reckless with those clearly without other men in the picture, but fundamentally, I hate having to fight over and then reach out to a girl. "I've always conveyed your intentions like that... but see, some say they'll never forget how good you are precisely because they've tasted other men..." "Seriously, let's get rid of that?! If I end up hated by them because of it, I'd become nothing but a perfect villain!?" The owner of the brothel by all but name, and a legendary womanizer surrounded by a harem of over one hundred beauties in the hot spring... Yet if this former prostitute still keeps trying to touch me from time to time, how can you think of it anything but evil? "Don't worry, if anyone confronts you about it, I'll stop them myself♪" "That just makes your villainy accelerate!?"

Truly, we should all strive to find a path where we don't end up miserable. Even if that means sparing just one or two of us from tears...

As for the new type of armor I've been forging at the expense of time spent with my children and female slaves right now:

"Is it almost ready?"

"I want to refine it a bit more still. Though it's usable as is, I have a feeling we could add something extra."

Being labeled "new type," this armor stands entirely apart from anything else I've ever crafted. What sets it apart? It was made without any hesitation or compromise whatsoever, using every single premium material available. Not only every metal on hand, but the lining itself is dragon leather—processed with a special chemical agent that only dragon experts know how to use, a technique I learned directly from the Silver Dragons themselves; spacer blocks carved from elf-territory's unique timber hold the silhouette together in place, while dragon scales are applied to critical defensive zones. Even underneath the plate armor, I've sewn on nets woven from silk chains to turn it into basic chainmail for added protection. Every conceivable safety measure has been implemented. Because the materials are so special, the paint won't bond properly, giving it a slightly ostentatious look... but once worn, you won't suffer serious bodily harm unless something truly extraordinary happens. I'd like to include a helm if possible, but that's just... well, nobody has worn one since I was young and probably never will again.

"From a pricing standpoint, I doubt we can charge much for this... Since the authorities there know exactly what details were involved, they shouldn't arrest you, at least."

"Well yes. That's partly why this project could be done completely as a one-off, with all its difficulties and such included."

An absolute masterpiece that abandoned every shred of pride in my work as an armorer to pursue nothing but peak performance. I've never before crafted armor like this for any rival I've ever faced. Well, I don't usually have the luxury of preparing gear tailored to specific enemies anyway.

The one who will wear it...

"It's been a while, Papa!"

"Father, you look radiant!"

A cheerful, carefree eldest sister, and a little brother who already moves with such grace despite his youth. The children of Tetes have arrived at the Vaper Palace.

"Welcome back, Sonia, Tyrus."

The kids are nobility. I can't possibly let them show such undignified appearances. Going completely nude as is our standard form in the palace would be unforgivable. Just for today, I've dressed them in brand-new high-class garments tailored by Oregano to make a proper entrance. Every time they come to Polka, we put on this kind of facade, but honestly, it's impossible to provide such fine clothing for all the female slaves inside the palace, the dragons, or the courtesans and maid staff staying with us during their visit. So, while the front might look impressive, things remain a bit awkward in the back where things are still pretty much a full-nude paradise.

I'm starting to think you've gotten used to it... but sorry, Tyrus. You simply can't remain completely calm about this.

No, on second thought, since everyone here is civilized, maybe I could even order them to "wear clothes today" or something. But then Sonia, who doesn't seem to care in the slightest, already dashed off toward the palace's interior rooms, so there's no point in pursuing that line of thinking anymore.

"Father, as always... uhm, rather unrestrained here?"

"Well, yes... There are all sorts of races around, you know."

While deflection through race issues strikes me as a rather crude response on my part anyway, I guide my naive son into his quarters. He'll be staying for several days.

"Tetes, leave Sonia to me. She should be used to this place already; just make sure no strange trouble arises."

"Hey! ♪"

"And since I'm dressing up like this, you ought to maintain Mother's dignity for a while too."

Even though these walls are tall and enclosing, I need to remind Tetes not to start taking off her noble attire right away in the open-air dragon departure area. It would be inappropriate to flaunt such freedom so casually, even if it means preserving some illusions the children hold about you.

"This place operates under certain rules, after all, which means there's a reason we should follow them too! ♪"

"...Tyrus, do understand? You don't actually have to go naked here or anything? It's entirely optional. The sisters who are naked are just acting a bit weird anyway, so you don't need to comply with that either."

"Y-yes..."

While his face turns red and he hides behind my shadow, Tyrus follows along. There's something deeply satisfying about that.

The sons I left in Polka no longer react to women being naked like this anymore. Even though Crow can't help but stare openly as breasts sway before his eyes without any reaction whatsoever, while Peter chases them around boldly with a lecherous grin and an erection clearly showing off...

Wait.

"Sonia! Hold back on the excitement for now and come to the workshop! We've got presents!"

"Huh? Really!?"

Sonja was immediately delighted to spot familiar faces in her sisters and celebrated their reunion, but when she was told about the present, her face lit up with pure joy.

Yeah, yeah. You know, there's no denying it—seeing a kid happy is truly rewarding.

"Is this only for Sonja?"

"Ahh, I'll make one for Tyrus next time. Honestly, I whipped Sonja's up on the fly just to get it done."

"It's a promise!"

"Yeah. Forget about your portion today; consider it reserved. Go easy on me."

He smiled, accepted her forgiveness, and moved on.

Preparing this for Sonja stemmed from the fact that she had been recognized as possessing combat power on par with the Gauntlet Knights far sooner than anticipated.
After witnessing her duel with Berga, other knights invited her to see real combat, saying something like, "If you're that strong, you should try it," and she seemed genuinely inclined to go for it—though not officially recruited, at least for a trial run.
Given the customs in Renfanga, laughing off the idea as "not your taste" wouldn't sit well, especially considering her kinship with Alex Buster; one simply can't afford to make reckless remarks when family ties are involved.
Heard from Tetes that she, too, had first clashed with monsters at an age not much older than Sonja's now.
But even if he'd shown the skill to occasionally take down a Black Arm, sending off a child like Sonja straight into the thick of monster hordes still gave him uneasy feelings.
So, just in case anything went wrong, he wrote letters to Mr. Alex and Ferrus asking them to watch over her; since he remained anxious, he had an ornate suit of armor custom-made.
As for weapons, the Busters probably had far superior pieces than what I could craft, but if you're making armor with such reckless determination as this, there's no doubt you can create something sturdier than any artisan's work.
And so, with absolute confidence, he snatched the fabric from before Sonja and unveiled his creation.
And now... how did his daughter react?

"……So lame."

Her father was dead.
"S-snap out of it, Father! Father!!"
Tyrus shook him gently as I collapsed. Thank you, son.
And to you, my daughter. That is truly a masterpiece, something that could probably buy an entire castle if one tried to purchase it with gold.

"But first, Papa, make me a bikini armor! Just like Sharon's!"

"Bikini armor……!?"

You... ask your parents... to make a bikini armor for you...!?!

To fashion half-naked armor for my child who is still young...!?!

"You can't be serious!"
"Why not!? When Gauntlet earned me the legend of being Papa's supreme bikini armor craftsman! Why is the present I received from you such an incredibly lame piece of crap!?"
"Your comeback isn't keeping up!!"
Why did I become the legendary bikini armor craftsman? A man regarded as almost a son-in-law to the Busters.
Why do you admire bikini armors so much?
And besides, is this really that lame that people call it crap?
Also, if someone makes my style of bikini armor, they're bound to start groping my breasts... you know what I mean.
...Say, was it really that lame?
I used to be praised for having a good sense of design, but your single blow has crushed my pride into dust.
Are you really saying this is that bad...?

"Father, I think Father's armor is wonderful too. If you could just make me one."

"Tyrus doesn't even use a sword to fight in the first place..."

"Well, there's that too..."

Plus, I made it tailored specifically for a girl's body, so maybe Tyrus... well, she's still a kid and we're twins after all, so she might actually be able to wear it...?

"So then, you'll make me a bikini armor to give to Tyrus?! Can we do it tomorrow!??"

"There's no way that can be done so quickly! Besides, I absolutely won't allow you to fight in something that looks like nothing but bare flesh in front of others! That's for when you're an adult!"

"When you're an adult... that means it'll be even worse..."

Tyrus. Adults have strategies like setting things aside or putting them off.

Though, actually, it isn't really okay to say something like that to a child.

...Man, Renfangas. Why the hell are bikinis so popular among girls?

It seems there's something about beautiful female knights like Sharon who can flaunt themselves openly and confidently.

Now, Polka features both the Old Town, characterized by its traditional, shoddily constructed buildings, and the New Town, which utilizes forest timber and technology, and occasionally even Dragon’s land-shaping abilities. Reconstruction is gradually progressing in the Old Town as well.
Naturally, the original residents didn’t want to keep living in dilapidated houses while beautiful homes were being built one after another nearby. Cases like Cat House, which the Baron purchased and had magnificently rebuilt with the help of an Elven family master and Celesta’s Ogre carpenters, also provided a boost.
Since the Grandze construction project, many Ogre construction workers have been attracted by Polka’s appeal and decided to move here. For them, it serves as a perfectly suitable source of employment.
In winter, their great strength and tall stature make them invaluable for snow removal, and before long, Ogres were becoming an indispensable presence in Polka.

And so, although Polka’s residential area has expanded several times over in just fifteen years since initial contact with the Elves, one particular block is reputed to attract especially attractive women.

That’s not surprising, given that prostitutes from Cosmos’s—err, former prostitutes—are moving there one after another.

Most of the whores at Cosmos Main Establishment weren’t originally driven into debt or sunk by loans; they chose sex as a profession willingly. Consequently, when they decide to quit, they have few obligations holding them back, and quite a few people settle in Polka permanently on the momentum of their arrival.

Sometimes members of the Onyx Maids’ Guild resign and stay behind, but that’s rather rare. It might be related to the Head Maid’s remark that one doesn’t really accumulate much wealth being a maid. But I also think it’s partly because they’re a difficult group with the peculiar habit of wanting to serve someone while being ravished.

That said—

Those former whores from Cosmos Main Establishment who ended up settling here often possessed talents beyond sex, such as cooking skills or business acumen, due to the nature of their previous line of work. Furthermore, accustomed to men and cross-species interactions, they can compete with large men without being at a disadvantage.

As a result, they are surprisingly well-adapted, acting as an emerging commercial force capable of meeting Polka’s broadening new demands.

“Master—is anyone home?”

“Cosmos-san. It’s over here in the back.”

Cosmos-san came to me while I was tinkering with a new type of armor in Viper Palace’s Invention Lab.

She was properly clothed, even though she was inside the Palace. I was slightly surprised by that, but I was also fully clothed today.

Working blacksmith jobs naked is stupid, right? Yeah.

“I’m doing a lifestyle survey on our former prostitutes from the East District, and I finished up today... Oh my, they’re all so industrious in their businesses; it’s a bit proud to see them...”

“Well, I assumed no one would be in distress coming from Main Establishment. I’m glad everyone is doing well.”

Thanks to that “S&F Foundation,” the power of the female slaves’ families of origin, and the various benefits brought by Dragons... things have become incredibly wealthy, but my wealth isn’t infinite.

It’s different if it’s a girl who became “family” as a female slave, but taking full responsibility for whores who chose to make their own way without choosing that path is a bit difficult. To put it plainly, if we extend the target range to those I’ve let go of, the scope of support becomes too broad and endless.

However, there is an obligation to lend a hand if they are in trouble.

For that reason, I periodically have Cosmos-san check on them, but perhaps it’s because they’re women from a business nation; until now, no woman had ever reached out to us for help to the point of being distressed.

“I hear Rin got into a fight with her husband and is on the verge of divorce, but well, that’s an issue between them. And Shasta said she accidentally grabbed a client’s penis while giving a massage, so I scolded her a little.”

“Oh... Well, if we’re going to offer services like that, you have to file a declaration first.”

Whether to take clients as a prostitute here is a business permit managed by Cosmos-san with the Baron’s approval.

For small pocket money, it’s hard to monitor everything, but when it comes to their livelihoods, territorial disputes and fee problems inevitably arise. Apparently, for public safety reasons, they can’t be left unchecked.

And providing sexual services in a massage shop is quite darkly gray area.

If it’s known that a shop accepts such requests, clients will come with those expectations.

Unless one is as bold as Hilda-san back in the day—offering free service or accepting challenges from anyone—it’s prone to trouble if it’s just “happened to have sex on a whim.” It’s not safe to say that unreasonable things won’t happen, like rumors spreading, people going expecting to get lucky but being turned away, and then complaining, “Don’t mess with me!”

“Then this time too, there were no issues requiring our direct intervention?”

“Yes, ma’am. Oh, a few of them asked if they could come to the Palace to have fun with Master. Is that alright?”

“Well... that’s fine, but you did tell those who are married to their husbands to refrain, right?”

Since none of them became my female slaves, some are normally married. I do not intend to ruin those relationships.

Everyone tends to forget it, but I’m basically cautious about getting involved with girls. I can be a bit reckless if it’s obvious there’s no shadow of another man, but generally, I don’t like having to compete with someone else to touch a girl.

“I always convey Master’s wishes on that matter... But look, some say it’s only because they’ve tasted other men that Master’s goodness becomes unforgettable...”

“Seriously, let’s skip that kind of thing! If I get hated for that, I’d definitely become the perfect villain in their eyes!”

The de facto owner of a whorehouse and a rare master who surrounds himself with a hot spring harem of around a hundred beauties.

If such a person is still reaching out to a reformed prostitute every now and then, he’s considered bad no matter how you look at it.

“Even if we got stuck up about it, Emma-san would probably stop them, so it’s fine♪”

“That just accelerates the villain act!?”

Truly, we should all seek a path that spares us from misfortune. Even if doing so means only one or two of us go without tears.

Now, regarding the new model armor I’ve been crafting while squeezing time out of my schedule with the kids and the female slaves.

"Is it nearly finished?"

"I'd like to refine it a bit more. It could pass as complete as is, but I feel I can still add something to it."

Be fittingly "new," this piece stands apart from any armor I've worked on before.

What sets it apart is that I’ve used every high-grade material available without reservation or compromise.

Not only all the metal materials I could get my hands on, but for the lining I used dragon tanned leather (tanning requires special chemicals, a technique I learned directly from silver dragons themselves), special wood from the Elven Lands as spacers to keep the silhouette clean, dragon scales for defense in key areas, and even a net of silk chainmail attached to the inner surface for a simple layer of protection. I’ve taken every possible safety measure.

The materials are so exotic that paint refuses to adhere properly, giving it a look that might be a bit too flashy... But if you wear this, unless something catastrophic happens, you won't sustain serious damage to your body.

I'd prefer wearing a helm too, but regarding that... well, from my youth on, almost no one wore them anyway.

"The price seems impossible to estimate given the materials... They've surely briefed the higher-ups about the details, so we shouldn't get captured, right?"

"Well. It's precisely because it's a complete one-off, with all those difficulties included, that I could make this."

An ultimate single piece born from completely discarding any pride as a smith, relentlessly pursuing only the highest performance.

I've never made such armor before, no matter how strong my enemies were. Well, I usually don't have time to prepare gear tailored to specific opponents anyway.

And the one who will wear it is—.

"It's been a while, Papa!"

"Father, you look well."

My innocent sister and my brother, elegant even in childhood.

Tetes's children arrive at Viper Palace.

"Good to see you, Sonia, Tyrus."

The children are nobles.

I can't show such coarse behavior to them. Wearing the usual form at the palace—total nudity—is absolutely out of the question.

Just for today, I greeted them in new high-quality clothes tailored by Oregano.

Every time they visit Polka, I put on this kind of front, but naturally, I can't provide respectable clothing for all the female slaves, dragons, prostitutes, and maids staying during their visit, so behind the scenes it's still quite a nudist paradise, which makes me feel a bit awkward.

I want to think we're used to it by now, but... sorry, Tyrus. I really can't act natural about it.

No, honestly, since everyone is civilized, shouldn't I be allowed to issue an order like "wear clothes today"? I thought of this belatedly, but my carefree sister Sonia had already dashed off into the palace interior, so I gave up for now.

"Father, it seems this place is still... that uninhibited."

"Well... since there are many different races..."

While sweeping it aside as a "racial issue"—a response even I admit is too shoddy—I led my naive son to his quarters. We plan to have him stay for a few days.

"Tetes, take care of Sonia's side. You're used to this place by now, but make sure no weird trouble arises."

"Yay♪"

"Also, since I'm dressing up this much, please maintain your maternal dignity for a while."

I nailed down Tetes, who was already starting to strip out of her noble dress at the open-air dragon takeoff and landing pad, despite being surrounded by high walls.

To preserve the illusion the children have of you, I think showing that kind of freedom is questionable.

"This place has these rules, so we should follow the logic of it, right?♪"

"...Tyrus. You understand, don't you? It's not like you have to be naked here, right? It's strictly voluntary. The ladies who are naked are just a bit perverted, so there's no need to comply."

"Y-yes..."

Tyrus blushed and hid behind me as she followed. How charming.

The sons living in Polka don't react like that to women's nudity anymore. Kraw wouldn't bat an eye even if any kind of breasts were swaying right in front of him, and Peter would boldly chase them around with a lecherous face and an erection, after all.

Oh right.

"Sonia! Tone down the excitement for now and come to the workshop! I have a present for you!"

"Huh, really?!"
Sonia had just spotted her sister, whom she recognized, and rejoiced in the reunion, but now she was beaming with joy at the mention of a present.
Mm-hmm. As expected, it’s a wonderful feeling to see a kid so happy.
"Is this only for Sonia?"
"Nah, I’ll make one for Tyrus next. Honestly, I whipped yours up in a bit of a rush."
"You promised!"
"Yeah. Consider today’s portion booked and forgiven for now."
I said that to Tyrus with a smile, and he graciously accepted my excuse.

The reason I prepared this particular item for Sonia was that she had been recognized as possessing combat prowess rivaling the Gantlet Knights far sooner than expected.
Having watched her sparring match with Berga, the other knights who observed urged her to test herself in real combat since she was that strong, and it seemed she ultimately caved in. She wasn’t formally hired, but she felt like giving it a try just to see what she could do.
Given Renfangas’s national temperament, it wouldn’t be good to laugh off such a move as "just a hobby." Especially considering she is a blood relative of Alexander Buster, the reigning sovereign, there are limits to how much one can scoff or dismiss it.
I heard that Tetes, too, was about the same age as Sonia is now when he first fought monsters.
But then again, even if she had shown skill capable of landing an occasional hit on Black Arms, sending a child like Sonia—who could only be described as still a child—into the thick of monster territory was something that kept me up at night.
To guard against any accidents, I wrote earnest letters to Alexander and Feros begging for their care, but since I was still anxious, I crafted this elaborate suit of armor.
As for weapons, given that it’s the Buster family in question, there might be finer pieces available than anything I could forge, but if it comes to armor, making a decision not to worry about appearances or conventional constraints ensures I can craft something undeniably sturdier than any other artisan’s work.
So, with full confidence, I whipped the cloth off abruptly before Sonia to reveal my masterwork.
Now then, what was the daughter's reaction?

"...This is way too tacky..."

Father is dead.

"H-Hold it together, Father! Father—!!"

Tyrus dutifully shook me as I crumpled to the floor. Thank you, my son.

And my daughter. That thing you just made is truly incredible. If I tried to buy something of that quality, it would probably cost about as much as an entire castle.

"But more importantly, Papa, make me a bikini armor! Like Sharon’s!"

"Bikini armor...?!"

You... asking your parent to make... bikini armor?!

To commission semi-nude armor for my underage daughter...?!

"I can't do that kind of thing!"

"Why not?! You're supposed to be the legendary bikini armor craftsman in Gantlet! Why is my present such a damn ugly piece of crap?!"

"I can't keep up with all your complaints!!"

Why have I become known as a legendary bikini armor craftsman? I, who am treated like a son-in-law of the Buster family.

Why does she hold such high regard for bikini armor?

Also, is it really that damn ugly to be called so?

And making bikini armor involves a lot of groping breasts, you know. You brat.

...Was it really that hideous?

My design sense was usually praised, but your single comment shattered my pride to dust.

Is it really that bad...?

"Father, I actually think this armor of yours is wonderful. If anything, please let me have it."

"Tyrus doesn't even fight with a sword in the first place..."

"Well, that's... sort of true..."

Plus, since I modeled it on a female body type to begin with, Tyrus wouldn't really... no, well, she is a child and they're twins, so it's not impossible for her to wear it, right...?

“Then I’ll give them to Tyrus, so will you make me a bikini armor instead? Can you have it ready by tomorrow?”
“That’s just too soon to promise! And besides, I’m not allowing you to fight in front of people looking half-naked like that! You can do that once you’re an adult!”
“Isn’t it actually worse when you become an adult...?”
Tyrus. For adults, there’s a strategy called “shelving for later” or “deferring.”
Yeah, but honestly, you shouldn’t say things like that to kids.

What's with Lennfangas? Why is bikini armor so popular among girls?

※ Apparently it's because there are women knights who proudly display themselves, like Sharon.

Today, Polka has both the old city with its traditional shabby construction and a new district that utilizes wood from the forest, technology, and even dragon land-clearing abilities. The old city is gradually being rebuilt as well.
Of course, the original residents don't want to continue living in dilapidated houses while beautiful new homes are popping up all around them. An example of this was when Baron bought a rundown house like Cat Manor and had it completely renovated with the help of Elven architects and Celesta's giant construction workers.
Since the construction of Granje, many ogres have moved here due to Polka’s charm, making it an ideal workplace for them.
During winter, their strength and height are invaluable for snow removal. Over time, ogres became an indispensable part of Polka.
As a result, in just fifteen years since contact with elves, the population of Polka has grown several times over. In one district, however, there is a particularly high concentration of attractive women.
No wonder, Cosmos' brothel workers—no, former brothel workers are moving here one after another.
Most of Cosmos’ prostitutes aren’t trapped by debt; they choose to make sex their career out of love for it. Therefore, when they leave, they don't have many ties holding them back and often settle down in Polka right away.
Onyx's maid troupe occasionally quits to live here too, but that’s quite rare. The head maid once said that maids aren’t usually wealthy enough to do so. I also think it might be because some of them enjoy being violated after serving someone.
Anyway, the former Cosmos prostitutes who have settled down in Polka are often skilled at cooking and business, besides sex, due to their previous line of work. Moreover, since they're used to dealing with men and different races, they can easily handle even large men without any trouble.

So, it's quite impressive how well-known I've become in response to the new demand for Porca.

“Master? Are you here?”

“Cosmos-san. Over here, deeper inside.”

Cosmos came over to where I was tinkering with a new suit of armor at Vapora Palace’s invention workshop. She was wearing clothes even though she was inside the palace, which surprised me a little. Today, I too wore clothes. Doing blacksmithing work naked is just plain stupid, yeah?

“I’ve finished investigating the living conditions of the former prostitutes from the East District… wow, they’re all doing pretty well for themselves.”

“Well, I figured that those who came from the main branch wouldn’t fall on hard times, so it’s good to hear everyone’s doing fine.”

Despite becoming incredibly wealthy due to the “S & F Foundation,” as well as the various benefits brought by dragons and the power of the girls’ families… my fortune isn't infinite.

It's one thing for the girls who became slave concubines to be taken care of, but it's a bit difficult to look after those former prostitutes who chose not to become slaves and are now living on their own. In fact, if I were to extend my support to everyone who left me, the scope of responsibility would grow too large and uncontrollable.

But if someone's in trouble, I might lend a hand.
That’s why Cosmos-san regularly checks up on the women here for me. But it seems that none of them have been so desperate as to ask us for help—perhaps because they’re from a business-oriented country.
"Lin is apparently fighting with her husband and things are getting pretty serious, but that's their problem. Shasta said she accidentally squeezed a customer’s dick while giving him a massage out of habit, so I gave her a bit of a scolding."
"Oh... Well if you're going to offer those kinds of services, it would be best to let people know beforehand."
Here, the permission to take clients as a prostitute is managed by Baroness Cosmos.
If it’s just a little extra money, we can overlook that. But when it comes to making a living off it, there will inevitably be turf wars and price disputes, which isn’t good for public order. So it can't go unchecked.
And offering sexual services at massage parlors is kind of shady grey territory.
If customers know the place offers such things, they’ll expect them. If someone like Hilda-san from back then offered free sex to anyone who asked, that would be one thing, but if it’s just a random fling, there can easily be trouble. People might get upset if they hear rumors and come expecting something only to not receive it.
"So nothing seems to have happened this time around that we need to step in for."

"Yeah, that's right. Oh, a few of them asked if they could come to the palace and have sex with their master, is that okay?"

"Well… That’s fine, but of course I made sure none of those who already have husbands were included, right?"

Those who didn’t join my harem might be married now, so I don’t want to ruin any relationships.

Everyone tends to forget this, but I’m basically cautious about getting involved with girls unless it’s clear they aren’t seeing anyone else.

"I’ve been telling him that all along… But you see, some of them only realize how great he is after tasting other men…"

"Seriously?! No way! If I do something like that and get hated for it, I’ll be the absolute bad guy!"

I’m basically a notorious womanizer who runs a brothel and has a harem of around 100 beauties.

If I keep hitting on former prostitutes, no matter how much they’ve moved on, I’d just look like a jerk.

"Don’t worry! Emma will stop me if anyone gets upset."

"That’ll only make me look worse!"

I really want to find a way for everyone to avoid being unhappy. Even if it means just one or two people won't cry anymore.

So, about the new armor I'm working on despite cutting into my time with the kids and slave girls.
"Is it almost finished?"
"Well, I'd like to refine it a bit more. This would be fine as is, but I feel there's still something that could make it better."
The fact that this is called "new type" means it's different from any armor I've made before.
What makes it different? Well, for one thing, I'm using every high-quality material without hesitation or compromise. All the metal materials available to me, dragon leather (which requires special chemicals to tan and I learned how to do that directly from Silver Dragons), special wood from Elven territory used as spacers to shape the silhouette, plus dragon scales for key defensive areas, and even silk chain mail underneath it all.
The materials are so unique that they don't take paint well, making them look a bit flashy... but if you wear this armor, unless something major happens, you won't suffer serious damage to your body.
Ideally I'd like to include the helmet too, but...
I've never really worn one myself since my younger days, and most people haven't either.
"Considering the materials used, it's hard to put a price on it... They must have heard about this from their superiors over there, so we shouldn't get caught."

"Sure. It's because it was a one-off, with all its difficulties included."

It was the ultimate piece that I pursued relentlessly, abandoning every bit of pride as an ironworker and aiming solely for the highest performance.

Even when facing formidable enemies in the past, I've never made such armor. Well, there wasn't time to prepare anything like it anyway.

Wearing it...

"Long time no see, Dad!"

"Dad, you look well."

An innocent sister and a brother who is elegant even as a child. The children of Tettes arrive at Vapeur Palace.

"Glad to have you here, Sonia, Tyrus."

The kids are nobles.

I can't let them see me in such an uncouth state. It's out of the question to greet them naked, as I usually am at Palais.

Today, however, I'll put on a new high-quality suit that Olga made for me and welcome them properly.

Every time they come to Polka, I try to make a show of it like this, but it's impossible to give fancy clothes to all the female slaves and dragons in Palais, not to mention the prostitutes and maids who are staying here. So, behind my back, it's still mostly a naked paradise, which is kind of awkward.

I wish I could get used to it... Sorry Tyrus, but I can't act cool about it.

No, everyone else here is civilized; maybe I should just give them the order to "wear clothes today," and be done with it. But my sister Sonia has already run off inside Palais without a care in the world, so there's no point in dwelling on it now.

"Father, this place is still... quite wild."

"Well, yeah... There are all sorts of races here."

I give an answer that I think is too vague even for me as we deal with the issue of different races. Then I lead my innocent son to his room; he's going to be staying here for a few days.

"Thetes, please take care of Sonia. She should be used to it by now, but make sure nothing weird happens."

"Sure thing♪"

"Besides, since I'm all dressed up like this, you should maintain your motherly dignity for a while."

Even though they were in the enclosed dragon takeoff and landing area, Thetes was already starting to undress from his noble attire. I told him off.

Considering how important it is to preserve the children's fantasies about her, I don't think she should be showing them such freedom.

"This place has rules, so you have to follow them,"

"...Tyrus, you know that we're not required to strip here, right? It's entirely optional. The girls who are naked just have a bit of a kink, but there's no need for you to join in."

"Y-Yes..."

She blushed and hid behind me as she followed along. I found it amusing.

The sons of Polka don't react this way to women’s nudity anymore. Klaw doesn’t even bat an eye at any amount of bouncing breasts, while Peter proudly chases after them with a lecherous face and his erection in full display.

Oh well.

"Sonia! Stop fooling around and come to the workshop! I have a present for you!"

“Wh-what? Really!?” Sonia was just about to greet her familiar sisters when she heard the word “gift” and her face lit up with joy.

Hmm, it’s really nice to see kids happy, isn’t it?

“Is this only for me?”

“Oh yeah, I’ll make one for Tyrus next. Honestly, I made yours in a hurry because of Sonia.”

“We have an agreement!”

“All right. Today you can just reserve your share and let that be enough.”

Saying that to Tyrus with a smile, she got her forgiveness.

She had prepared this gift for Sonia because she was surprised at how quickly Sonia’s combat strength came close to matching the Gauntlet Knights.
The other knights who were watching Sonia fight against Berga invited her to try it out in real battle if she was really that strong. While not officially adopting her, they wanted her to give it a shot.

It wouldn't do to brush off the matter as something she's not interested in, considering Renfangas' political climate. Especially since Sonia is a blood relative of King Alex Buster; he couldn’t afford to act stubborn and say such foolish things.

Apparently, Tethys had also fought monsters for the first time when she was around Sonia’s age.

But even though Sonia had shown some skill against Black Arms on occasion, sending her into the midst of monsters still felt like a terrible idea. So I wrote letters asking Alex and Ferios to watch over her carefully, and even went so far as to make an extravagant suit of armor for her.

While there might be better weapons than what I could make at the Buster household, when it came to armor, if I threw myself into making this with all my heart, I was sure that no other craftsman’s work would match its durability.

So, brimming with confidence, I pulled away the cloth covering Sonia's new armor and showed her off. Her reaction?

"...It looks so ugly..."

Her father had died.
"Stay strong, Father! Father!!"

Tilse shook me back to my senses. Thanks, son.

And daughter. That’s really something amazing. If I tried to buy it with money, I’d probably be able to purchase an entire castle for the same price.

“Daddy, make me a bikini armor! Like Sharon’s!”

“A bikini armor…!?”

You… want your father… to make you a bikini armor…!?

My little girl wants her father to make her half-naked armor…!?

“That’s impossible!”

“What? Why not!? You’re the legendary bikini armor craftsman, aren’t you!? How come my present is such a piece of crap!?”

“I can’t keep up with your sarcasm!!”

Why am I supposed to be a legendary bikini armor craftsman. As someone treated like a son-in-law in the Buster household?

Why do you have such a longing for bikiniamor? And is it really that bad?

Also, I made this bikiniamor to fondle boobs, you know.

...Is it really that bad?

I was praised for my design sense, but your single comment shattered my pride. Is it really that terrible...?

“Father, I think your armor is wonderful too. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have it.”

“It’s not like Tyrus uses a sword anyway…”

“Well, yeah… That’s true…”

Also, since I made this for a girl’s body type, it might be okay for Tyrus... though she is just a kid and twins, so maybe it won’t fit her?

"Then I'll give it to Tyrus if you make me a bikini armor! Can you do that by tomorrow!?"

"You can't expect something like that so soon! Also, I won’t allow you to fight in front of people wearing something that looks like underwear! That’s for when you’re an adult!"

"But isn’t being an adult worse then...?"

Tyrus. You know, adults put things off until later.
Actually, it's not good to say such things to kids.

…What is this, Renfangas? Why do girls want bikini armors so much?

Apparently because of beautiful knights like Sharon who proudly show themselves off.

Present-day Polka consists of both the old town, with much of its traditional, poorly constructed architecture, and the new town, which utilizes forest timber, advanced techniques, and occasionally even the land-clearing abilities of dragons; even the old town is gradually seeing redevelopment.
Naturally, the original inhabitants wouldn't want to continue living in dilapidated houses while seeing beautiful new homes spring up one after another. This momentum was bolstered by examples like the Nekoyashiki, which the Baron purchased and renovated into a magnificent estate using the talents of Elven architects and Celesta’s ogre carpenters.
Since the construction of Grange, many ogre construction workers have decided to migrate here, drawn by Polka's charm, and the town provides them with the perfect place to work.
During the winter, their immense strength and tall stature prove invaluable for snow removal, and before long, the ogres were becoming an indispensable part of Polka.

Thus, in just about fifteen years since making contact with the Elves, Polka's residential area has expanded several times over, though rumors say one particular district has become a gathering place for particularly sultry women.
And for good reason: the prostitutes—or rather, former prostitutes—from Cosmos-san’s establishment are migrating here one after another.
The women of the Cosmos Agency weren't originally driven into the trade by debt or similar misfortunes; most of them chose sex as their livelihood by choice. Consequently, even when they decide to quit, they have few lingering ties, so quite a few people simply settle down here following the momentum of their move to Polka.
Occasionally, members of the Onyx Maid Corps retire and settle here as well, though that is much rarer. Perhaps it has something to do with the Head Maid's comment that "maids don't exactly accumulate much wealth." Though I suspect one reason is simply that they are a difficult group with a fetish for being dominated by someone they serve.
Anyway, back to the point.
Because of their former line of work, the former Cosmos Agency prostitutes who have settled here often possess skills other than sex—such as culinary expertise or business talent—and since they are accustomed to men and different races, they can hold their own even against large-bodied men.
As a result, they have integrated remarkably well as an emerging commercial force, meeting the new demands of the expanding Polka.

"Master—are you in~?"

"Cosmos-san. Over here, in the back."

Cosmos-san approached me while I was tinkering with a new type of armor in the Invention Workshop of Vapor Palace.

She was properly dressed, despite being inside the Palace. I was a little surprised by that, but then again, I was also clothed today.

I mean, it would be foolish to do blacksmithing work naked, yeah.

"I've finished the living condition survey for our former prostitutes in the East District... and man, seeing them all working so vigorously in business makes me feel a little proud..."
"Well, I figured those from the Agency wouldn't fall into poverty, but I'm glad everyone is doing well."
Even though we have become incredibly wealthy thanks to the "S&F Foundation," the "family power" of the female slaves, and the various blessings brought by the dragons... my fortune is not infinite.
I can handle the girls who became "kin" as my female slaves, but it's difficult to take full responsibility for the prostitutes who chose to be self-sufficient instead. To be more precise, if I extend my reach to those who have moved on, there's no end to the scope of people I'd have to support.
However, if they are in trouble, I am well within my rights to lend a hand.
For that reason, I have Cosmos-san check on them periodically, but perhaps because they are women from a nation of commerce, no woman has ever approached us in true desperation so far.

"Lin is apparently on the verge of divorce after a fight with her husband, but well, that's their personal problem. Shasta, on the other hand, mentioned that she accidentally squeezed a customer's dick while giving a massage out of habit, so I gave her a bit of a scolding."
"Ah... well, if they're going to offer that kind of service, they really need to declare it beforehand."
The business permits for whether or not to take customers as prostitutes here are managed by Cosmos-san, with the Baron's authorization.
While I can't keep an eye on every small way to earn pocket money, if someone is making a living out of it, territory disputes and pricing troubles inevitably arise, so for the sake of public order, it cannot be left unchecked.
Furthermore, providing sexual services at a massage parlor falls into a "dark gray" area.
If customers realize a shop is a place where they can demand such things, they will come with that intention.
While it might be fine for someone as legendary as the old Hilda-san, who might take on anyone for free or at a whim, it's much more likely to cause trouble when it's just a "spur of the moment" occurrence. One cannot say with certainty that there won't be unreasonable incidents, such as someone hearing a rumor, going with high expectations, and then being denied the service—leading to a "don't screw with me" situation.

"So, I take it there's nothing we need to step in for this time, either."

"That's right. Oh, a few of them did ask if they could come to the Palace to have sex with you, Master. That was okay, right?"

"Well... that's fine, but of course, I made sure anyone with a husband would refrain, right?"

Since they are people who did not join me as female slaves, several of them are married. It is not my intention to cause trouble in their marriages.

People tend to forget, but I am fundamentally a cautious person when it comes to sexual relationships with girls. I can be reckless with girls who clearly have no shadow of another man over them, but fundamentally, I dislike pursuing a girl if it means having to contend with another man.

"I am always conveying those intentions of yours, Master... but you see, some girls say that it's precisely because they've tasted other men that your charms are unforgettable..."

"Seriously, let's not do that!? If I get resented because of that, I'll end up looking like a complete villain!"

The de facto owner of a brothel and a legendary womanizer surrounded by a hot spring harem of about a hundred beauties.

If word got out that I was still making moves on reformed prostitutes, no matter how you looked at it, I would be the villain.

"It's fine, because even if someone tries to pick a fight with you about it, someone like Emma-san will stop them! ♪"

"That just makes my villainous reputation accelerate even faster!?"

I truly want to keep searching for a path where no one has to suffer. Even if that path only spares one or two people from tears.

And so, I am currently crafting a new type of armor, even at the cost of my time with the children and the female slaves.
"Is it almost finished?"
"I want to refine it a little more. It could pass as finished as it is, but I feel like I can add one more touch."
As expected of a "new type," it is on a completely different level from any armor I have worked on before.
To be specific, I am using every high-class material available without any restraint or compromise.
Not only every metallic material I can get my hands on, but for the lining, I've used dragon leather (which requires a special chemical for tanning, a technique I learned directly from the Silver Dragons themselves); for the spacers to shape the silhouette, I've used special timber from the Elf territory; additionally, I've used dragon scales for defense at key points, and even attached a net made of silk chain to the underside as a rudimentary chainmail. I've implemented every possible safeguard.
Because the materials are so extraordinary, the dye doesn't take well, making the appearance a bit too flashy... but once you wear this, you won't suffer serious physical damage unless something truly extraordinary happens.
I'd like to include a helm as well, but regarding that... well, almost no one has worn one since I was a young man.

"With materials like these, it's hard to even put a price on it... The important people on the other side will surely be informed of the details, so I doubt we'll get in trouble, but..."

"True. That difficulty is exactly why this can only be a one-off."

It is the ultimate piece—an item where I abandoned all pride as a blacksmith to pursue nothing but peak performance.

I have never made defensive gear like this, even when facing the strongest of foes. Well, I never have the luxury of preparing gear specifically for an enemy.

The person who will wear it is—.

"It's been a while, Papa!"

"Father, I trust you are well."

My innocent sister and my elegantly poised, albeit young, brother.

Tetes's children have arrived at Vapor Palace.

"Welcome, Sonia, Tyrus."

The children are nobles.

I cannot show them an unrefined sight. Appearing in my usual palace form—completely naked—is out of the question.

Just for today, I have prepared to greet them in high-end, new clothing tailored by Oregano.

I always put on this display of prestige whenever they visit Polka, but since I can't exactly provide fine clothing to all the female slaves, dragons, visiting prostitutes, and the maid corps in the palace, the background remains a bit of a "naked paradise," which is somewhat awkward.

I'd like to think I've grown used to it... but sorry, Tyrus. I suppose it's hard to stay unfazed.

Actually, they are all civilized people, so I wonder if, in hindsight, I should have just given an order like, "Wear clothes today." But Sonia, who doesn't care about such things at all, has already gone running into the palace interior, so I've given up on that idea.

"Father, this place is... as always, quite... unrestrained."

"W-well... there are many different races here, after all."

While providing a response that was far too vague—essentially throwing the issue onto "racial differences"—I guided my innocent son to my quarters. I plan to have them stay for a few days.

"Tetes, look after Sonia. You're probably used to this by now, but make sure there are no strange troubles."

"Okaay! ♪"

"Also, since I've dressed up this much, I need you to maintain your dignity as a mother for a while."

I gave a stern warning to Tetes, who had already begun stripping off her noble attire at the open-air dragon landing pad, despite the high walls surrounding us.

For the sake of preserving the illusions the children have of you, I think it's best not to flaunt that level of "freedom" so much.

"These are the rules here, so it's only right to follow them! ♪"

"...Tyrus. You know this, but it's not like you have to be naked here, okay? It's entirely optional. The older sisters who are naked are just a bit perverted; you don't have to follow their lead."

"Y-yes..."

Tyrus followed behind, turning red and trying to hide in my shadow. A very telling reaction.

The sons I have here in Polka don't react to naked women like that anymore. Cloud is unresponsive even if breasts are bouncing right in front of him, and Peter just chases them around with a blatant, lecherous face while fully erect.

Ah, right.

"Sonia! Stop frolicking and come to the workshop! I have a present for you!"

"Wait, really!?"

Sonia, who had been overjoyed to reunite with the sisters she already knew, visibly beamed when I mentioned a present.

Yes, yes. There really is nothing quite as rewarding as seeing a child's happiness.

"Is it just for Sonia?"

"Ah, I'll make one for you next, Tyrus. To be honest, I rushed through Sonia's too."

"You promise."

"Yeah. Forgive me today, but let's call yours a pre-order."

I smiled at Tyrus and gave him a look that pleaded for his forgiveness.

The reason I prepared this for Sonia was that her combat prowess—comparable to that of the Gauntlet Knights—had been recognized far sooner than I had anticipated. After watching her spar with Belga, the other knights had invited her to join actual combat, and it seemed she had eventually been talked into it. It wasn't a formal enlistment, but she felt she should at least give it a try.

Given the political climate of Renfangas, it wouldn't be wise to laugh this off as "not my hobby." Especially when dealing with a relative of Alex Buster, the King's Consort; one couldn't exactly afford to be stubborn and tell them not to be foolish.

From what I heard, Tetes's first encounter with a monster happened at roughly the same age Sonia is now. However, no matter how much skill she showed by occasionally landing a blow against the Black Arms, I couldn't help but feel sick with anxiety at the thought of sending a girl who could only be described as a child into the middle of a monster swarm.

To ensure nothing went wrong, I wrote letters heavily entreating Mr. Alex and Felius to look after her, and because I was still worried, I decided to craft her armor with every luxury imaginable.

As for weapons, being part of the Buster family, they might have access to something more magnificent than what I can produce. But when it comes to armor, if I commit myself with everything I've got, I can undoubtedly craft something far more durable than any professional artisan's work.

And so, with full confidence, I whipped the cloth away in front of Sonia to reveal my masterpiece.

As for my daughter's reaction...

"...That is way too tacky..."

My father died that day.

"F-Father! Father!! Get up, Father!!"

Tyrus heroically shook me as I collapsed. Thank you, my son.

And to my daughter: that is truly a magnificent piece. If you tried to buy something of that caliber with money, you could probably afford an entire castle.

"More importantly, Papa, make me bikini armor! Like Sharon's!"

"Bikini armor...!?"

You... you're asking your own parent... to make... bikini armor...!?
You're asking your young daughter to tailor semi-naked armor...!?

"I can't do that!"

"Ehh, why?! There's a legend in the Gauntlet Knights that Papa is the greatest bikini armor craftsman ever! Why is my present something so damn tacky!?"

"I can't even keep up with your retorts!!"

Why am I a legendary bikini armor craftsman? Me, who is treated like a mere son-in-law of the Buster family?
And why do you long for bikini armor so much?
Also, is this really so "damn tacky" that you'd say that?
And for the record, making my bikini armor involves a lot of breast-handling, you brat.
...Wait, was it really that tacky?
I've actually been praised for my design sense before, but your single strike has shattered my pride into pieces.
Is it really that bad...?

"Father, I think this armor of yours is wonderful as well. If you wish, you may give it to me."

"Tyrus, you don't even fight with a sword..."

"Well, that's... true..."

Furthermore, since I made it to a girl's measurements, for Tyrus... well, she is a child and a twin, so I suppose it's not as if she couldn't wear it...?

"Then I'll give it to Tyrus, so in exchange, will you make me some bikini armor!? Can you do it by tomorrow!?"

"There's no way I can do it that quickly! Besides, I won't allow you to fight in something that looks practically naked in front of people! Save that for when you're an adult!"

"Isn't it actually even worse once you're an adult...?"

Tyrus. You know, adults have this strategy of putting things on hold or deferring them.
Well, I know you're not actually supposed to say things like that to children.

...What is wrong with Renfangas? Why is bikini armor such a trend among girls?

*Note: Apparently, it's because of the existence of magnificent female knights like Sharon who carry themselves with such poise.

Poruka now boasts both the old town, with its many shoddily built, traditional structures, and the new town, which utilizes timber and technology from the forest, and even occasionally the land-clearing abilities of dragons. Even the old town is gradually undergoing reconstruction.

Of course, even the original residents wouldn’t want to keep living in dilapidated houses while beautiful ones were being built all around them. The example of Cat Mansion, which Baron bought and had splendidly rebuilt with the help of an Elven architect and Celesta’s Ogre carpenter, certainly helped push things along.

Since Granzi Construction came on the scene, many Ogre construction workers have been drawn to Poruka by its charm and decided to relocate here, finding good work in the process. In winter, their strength and height are invaluable for snow removal, and before long, Ogres had become indispensable to Poruka.

That’s why, just fifteen years after first contact with the Elves, Poruka’s residential areas have multiplied several times over. And one particular district has gained a reputation for being a gathering place for especially alluring women.

And it’s no wonder—former prostitutes from Cosmos’ establishment are moving here one after another.

The prostitutes at Cosmos’ haven’t been sunk by debt or anything like that; most of them genuinely enjoy making a living off sex. So when they quit, there aren’t many strings attached, and quite a few end up settling in Poruka on a whim.

Occasionally, even some of Onyx’s Maid Brigade members retire and settle down here, but that’s pretty rare. Maid Captain had something to do with it, saying that maids don’t exactly get rich in their line of work. But I also think it’s partly because they’re a troublesome bunch with a fetish for being served and violated by someone.

Anyway, the former prostitutes from Cosmos’ who’ve settled here often have skills beyond sex—cooking, business acumen, things like that—thanks to their previous profession. And since they’re used to dealing with men and other races, they can hold their own against even the biggest of them.

That’s why they’ve become such a natural fit as a new commercial force catering to Poruka’s expanding needs.

"Master! Is anyone here?"

"Cosmos? This way, back here."

Cosmos comes to my workshop in the Vapor Palace’s invention lab, where I’m tinkering with a prototype suit of armor. She’s properly dressed, even inside the Palace, which surprises me a little—though I am wearing clothes myself today.

Working on blacksmithing naked is just stupid, after all.

"I was doing a welfare check on the former prostitutes from East District who used to work for you, and it’s all wrapped up today… Yeah, they’re all doing well in business, which makes me proud…"

"Well, I figured anyone from Cosmos’ wouldn’t be struggling, but it’s good to hear they’re all doing fine."

Even though the "S&F Foundation," the female slaves’ families back home, and the various boons brought by dragons have made us incredibly wealthy… my wealth isn’t infinite.

It’s one thing to take care of the girls who became my "family" as female slaves, but it’s a bit much to single-handedly look after the prostitutes who chose to support themselves. Or rather, if I start taking responsibility for people I’ve already let go, the scope of those I need to nurture becomes endless.

But if they’re in trouble, I’ll lend a hand.

That’s why I have Cosmos check on them regularly, but as you’d expect from women from a nation of merchants, none of them have ever been so desperate that they needed our help.

"Rin seems to be fighting with her husband and is on the verge of divorce, but that’s their problem. Shasta apparently squeezed a customer’s dick while giving him a massage out of habit, so I gave her a little scolding."

"Ah… well, if you’re going to offer those kinds of services, you should at least register them."

Cosmos manages the business licenses for prostitutes in Poruka with Baron’s approval.

She can keep an eye on small-time hustling, but when livelihoods are at stake, territorial disputes and pricing issues inevitably arise, so it can’t be left unchecked from a security standpoint.

And offering sexual services at a massage parlor is pretty much in the gray area of illegality.

If customers know which places offer what, they’ll act accordingly.

It’s one thing if someone’s as tough as old Hilda, willing to take on anyone for free, but it’s easy for trouble to arise if someone just happens to get frisky on a whim. You can’t rule out unreasonable complaints like, "I heard you did this, so I came here expecting it, and then you didn’t let me!"

"So, nothing this time that requires us to step in?"

"Nope. Oh, some of them asked if they could come to the Palace and bang Master, but is that okay?"

"Well… sure, but you made sure none of them were already taken, right?"

Some of them didn’t join my harem, so a few are still married. I don’t want to mess with those relationships.

Everyone forgets this, but I’m generally cautious about getting involved with girls. I can be reckless with girls who clearly aren’t attached to other men, but fundamentally, I hate getting into fights over women.

"I’ve always told them about your preferences… but you know, some of them only realized how great you are after trying other guys…"

"Seriously, no way I'm doing that! If they hate me for it, I’m totally the bad guy!"
That was the de facto owner of the brothel—a legendary womanizer surrounded by a harem of a hundred beauties.

If he kept trying to hit on a reformed courtesan even now, there’s no way that wouldn’t make him look like an utter scumbag.

"Even if they get mad at you, Emma and the others will stop them, so it's fine~"

"That just makes your villainy accelerate!"

Honestly, I want everyone to find a path where they don’t end up miserable. Even if it only spares one or two people from crying.

So, right now, I’m cutting into time with the kids and my female slaves just to work on this new armor.

"Almost done?"

"I think I want to simmer it down a little more. It’s good as is, but I feel like I can add one more thing."

As the name suggests, this is completely different from any armor I’ve made before.
What I mean is, I’m using every high-end material without holding back or compromising.
Every metal I could get my hands on, plus dragon tanned leather for the lining (the tanning process required special chemicals, and I had to extract the technique directly from the Silver Dragons themselves), specialized elfwood spacers to shape the silhouette, dragon scales for key defensive points, and even a silk chainmail net under the armor for extra protection.

The materials are so special that the paint doesn’t adhere well, making it look a bit flashy… but if you wear this, you’ll avoid serious damage unless something really bad happens.
Ideally, I’d want a helm too, but… well, hardly anyone wears one these days, not even back when I was younger.

"Looks like there’s no price that could cover the materials… The bigwigs over there should know all about it, so you probably won’t get caught."

"Yeah, well. That kind of difficulty is what made this a completely one-off piece possible."

I threw away any pride as a blacksmith and relentlessly pursued only the best performance—this is the ultimate work of art.
Never before have I made armor like this, even when facing the strongest enemies. Well, there’s never been time to prepare armor tailored to each opponent anyway.

And who’s going to wear it?

"Long time no see, Papa!"

"Father, I trust you are well?"

His radiant older sister and his younger brother, graceful even as a child.
Tetes’ children have arrived at the Vapor Palace.

"Well met, Sonia, Tyrus."

The kids are nobles.
I can’t exactly show them an uncouth sight. A completely naked "standard form" in the palace is out of the question.
So, just for today, I’ll greet them in brand-new, high-end clothes tailored by Oregano.
Every time they come to Polka, I put on this kind of show, but I can’t exactly give proper clothes to every female slave, dragon, prostitute, or maid staying at the palace, so the area behind me is still a pretty naked paradise—makes things a little awkward.

I want to think I’m used to it by now… but sorry, Tyrus. Still can’t bring myself to be completely calm.
No, wait—that’s not right. Everyone here is civilized, so maybe I should just order them to wear clothes today. But then Sonia, my sister who doesn’t care about any of this, dashes into the palace anyway, so I’ll just give up for now.

"Father, this place is still… well, unrestrained as ever."

"Well, yeah… there are all sorts of races here."

While giving a dismissively vague answer about the "race issue," I lead my innocent son to my chambers. He’ll be staying for a few days.

"Tetes, take care of Sonia. She’s used to this place by now, but keep an eye out so nothing weird happens."

"Y-yes~!"

"Since I'm going all out with the fancy clothes, you should at least maintain some semblance of dignity for a while."

Even though we're surrounded by high walls, I had to firmly tell Tete, who was already starting to strip down in the open-air dragon landing zone, that he couldn't just go around showing off his freedom like that.

It's important to preserve the illusion the kids have of you. Showing them too much freedom isn't a good idea.

"This is how things are done here, and you should follow those rules, okay? mwa ha ha!"

"...Tyrus. I know, I know, it's not like we have to get naked here, right? It's completely optional. The girls who are stripping off are just a little perverted, so you don't have to join in."

"Y-yes..."

Tyrus followed me, blushing furiously and practically hiding behind my back. Priceless.

My sons back in Polka wouldn't react like this to a woman's naked body anymore. Kraw would be completely unfazed even if the biggest breasts he'd ever seen were shaking right in front of him, and Peter would just chase after her with a lecherous grin and a hard-on.

...Right.

"Sonia! Calm down and come to the workshop! I have a present for you!"

"Eh? Really?"

Sonia had already spotted some familiar faces and was happily greeting them when she lit up at the mention of a present.

Yeah, yeah. It really is nice to see kids happy.

"Is it just for Sonia?"

"Ah, I'll make one for Tyrus next time. Honestly, I rushed this one for Sonia."

"You promise?"

"Yeah. Consider your share on hold for today, okay?"

I smiled at Tyrus and asked for his forgiveness.

The reason I prepared this for Sonia was because she was recognized as having combat power comparable to the Gantlet Knights much sooner than expected.

After watching her spar with Belga, the other knights invited her to join them in actual combat, and apparently, she got hooked. It wasn't a full-time position, but they wanted her to at least try it out.

Given the political situation in Renfangus, it wouldn't be good to laugh it off as "not my hobby." Especially since Alex Buster, the king consort, is her relative, I couldn't exactly tell her what to do.

I heard that Tete was about the same age as Sonia when he first fought a monster.

But even though she's shown some skill against Black Arms, sending her, who's still practically a child, into the thick of battle with monsters makes me uneasy.

To prevent any mishaps, I wrote serious letters to Alex and Felios, but I was still worried, so I went all out on this armor.

As for weapons, the Buster family might have something better than what I could make, but when it comes to armor, if I put my heart and soul into it like this, there's no doubt it'll be tougher than anything any craftsman could make.

So, with confidence, I dramatically pulled back the cloth to reveal my creation in front of Sonia. What was her reaction?

"...It's so lame..."

My father is dead.

"S-Sir! Father! Father!!"

Tyrus shook me vigorously as I collapsed. Thank you, my son.

And you too, my daughter. It really is an amazing piece. If you tried to buy something like it with gold, you'd probably be able to buy a whole castle.

"More importantly, Papa, make me a bikini armor! Like Sharon-san's!"

"Bikini armor...!?"

You... want your parent to make you a... bikini armor...?

"You want me to make a half-naked suit of armor for my daughter?!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"But why?! In Gantlet, you’re legendary as the best bikini armor craftsman! Why is the present for me such a total dorky piece of junk?!"

"My comeback skills are failing me!!"

Why am I the legendary bikini armor craftsman in the first place? The Buster family practically treats me like their adopted son.

Why does she even long for bikini armor so much?

And is it really that lame?

Oh, and let’s not forget—making these bikini armors means I get to grope a lot of boobs. This brat…

…Hey, was it that bad? People used to praise my design sense, but your one shot just shattered my pride.

Seriously, is it that terrible…?

"Father, I think this armor of yours is wonderful. If you don’t mind, may I have it?"

"Tyrus doesn’t even fight with a sword in the first place…"

"Well, yeah, that’s true…"

Also, I did make it in a girl’s body type, so Tyrus… well, he’s still a kid and they’re twins, so maybe he could wear it?

"Then give me Tyrus, and you make me a bikini armor instead!? Can you have it done by tomorrow!?"

"I can’t possibly finish that fast! Besides, I won’t allow you to fight in such a half-naked outfit in public! That’s for when you’re grown up!"

"Maybe being grown up is even worse…"

Tyrus. The strategy of "postponing it until adulthood" exists for a reason.

…No, actually, you shouldn’t tell kids that kind of thing.

…What’s with this Renfangus? Why are bikini armors so popular with girls?

※Apparently, it’s because there’s Sharon, the confident beauty knight who wears them like a pro.

The current state of Polka features both the old town, characterized by many traditional, modestly built structures, and the new town, which utilizes timber and craftsmanship from the forest, occasionally even leveraging the dragons' earth-moving capabilities. Renovations in the old town are gradually progressing.

After all, the original residents wouldn't want to continue living in dilapidated homes while beautiful houses rise around them. The Baron's initiative to purchase properties and rebuild them with the help of an elf master builder and Celesta's ogre carpenters—such as the Cat Mansion—has also encouraged this trend.

Since the construction of Grandje, many ogre construction workers have been drawn to Polka's charm and decided to relocate here; for them, it offers ideal employment opportunities.

During winter, their strength and height are highly valued for snow removal, and gradually, ogres have become an indispensable presence in Polka.

Thus, within just over 15 years of contact with the elves, Polka's residential areas have expanded several-fold. Among these districts, one is particularly renowned for gathering alluring women.

That's no surprise, given that former prostitutes from Cosmo's establishment are moving there in succession.

The prostitutes originally employed by Cosmo Main Shop were rarely driven into their profession by debt or desperation; most chose to make sex their livelihood out of genuine inclination. Consequently, leaving the trade involves few entanglements, and many decide to settle permanently in Polka right after arriving.

While some maids from Onyx's Maid Corps also retire to stay, that is quite rare. As the head maid once noted, maids generally don't accumulate significant wealth, which may be a factor. Additionally, I suspect part of the reason lies in their peculiar quirk: they are a difficult group who simply desire to be used by someone after having served them.

To return to the main topic...

The former prostitutes from Cosmo Main Shop who have settled here often possess talents beyond sex due to the nature of their previous profession, such as culinary skills or business acumen. Furthermore, accustomed to men and different races, they can hold their own even when dealing with large-sized males without any disadvantage.

As a result, they are exceptionally well-suited to meet the emerging commercial demands of the rapidly expanding Polka.

"Master—over here?"

"Cosmo-san, it's further back in this direction."

Cosmo approaches me at the Vapor Palace's invention workshop, where I'm tinkering with a new type of armor. Though slightly surprised that she's properly dressed despite being inside the palace, I note that I too am wearing clothes today. After all, doing blacksmithing work naked is foolishness, yes?

"I've been investigating the living conditions of the former prostitutes from our East District branch, and today we've gathered preliminary findings... Well, everyone is running their businesses vigorously and robustly, which makes me quite proud."

"Well, I assumed those from the Main Shop wouldn't face hardship, but it's good to hear they're all doing well."

Even with the immense wealth accumulated through the infamous "S & F Foundation," the power of the slave girls' original families, and the various blessings brought by dragons... my resources are not infinite.

Caring for the girls who became part of my household as female slaves is one thing; but taking on sole responsibility for the prostitutes who chose to support themselves independently is quite difficult. Moreover, expanding our scope to include those we've already let go would only broaden the range of dependents beyond reason.

That said, I do have a duty to lend a hand if they're in trouble.

For this reason, I regularly ask Cosmo to check on their status. Yet, as befits women from a land of commerce, no woman has come to us begging for help thus far.

"Lin seems to be on the verge of divorce after an argument with her husband, but that's between them. As for Shasta, she mentioned accidentally squeezing a customer's... well, you know—just out of habit—and I had to scold her a bit."

"Oh... Well, if they're going to offer such services, they should at least file a report beforehand."

Operating as prostitutes here requires business licenses approved by the Baron and managed by Cosmo. While minor side hustles can be overlooked, when livelihoods are at stake, territorial disputes and pricing conflicts inevitably arise, making it necessary from a public safety standpoint not to leave them unchecked. Furthermore, providing sexual services at massage parlors falls into a rather shady gray area.

Once customers know that a shop permits such requests, they proceed with that expectation in mind.

While formidable individuals like the former Mrs. Hilda, who accept challenges from anyone for free or even without charge, are exceptions, those who merely act on a whim can easily lead to trouble. It's not impossible that someone might arrive expecting service based on rumors only to be denied, leading to unreasonable outbursts like, "Don't joke with me!"

"So, this time too, we won't allow any inappropriate advances here, correct?"

"Yes... Oh, several asked if they could come to the Palace for intimacy with you and Master; I confirmed it was acceptable."

"Well... that's fine, but of course, those who are already married were instructed to refrain, right?"

Those who did not become part of my harem include some who are normally married. I have no intention of disrupting their relationships.

Everyone tends to forget, but I am fundamentally cautious about forming relationships with girls. While I can be somewhat impulsive with those clearly free of other men's influence, I generally dislike getting involved in conflicts just to pursue a girl.

"I've always conveyed Master's wishes on this... but look, some girls have experienced other men and thus find it hard to forget your unique qualities..."

"Seriously, let's drop that kind of thing!? If I get hated for it, I'll be nothing but a perfect villain!"
The legendary womanizer who is essentially the owner of this brothel and keeps a harem of over a hundred beauties in his hot spring haven.
If he's still reaching out to former prostitutes from time to time after quitting the life, there's no way that doesn't make him look like a scumbag.

"Don't worry, even if you get called out for it, someone like Emma will stop them, so you're fine~♪"

"That just makes your villainy accelerate, huh!?"

Honestly, everyone should try to find paths that don't lead to misery—even if only one or two people can avoid crying because of it.

And now, the new type of armor I'm crafting by cutting into time meant for my children and female slaves.
"Is it almost ready?"
"I want to refine it a bit more. It could be done as is, but I feel like we can still add something special."
As a "new type," this armor stands apart from anything I've made before.
What makes it different? I'm using every high-quality material available without hesitation or compromise.
Not only all accessible metals, but the inner lining uses dragon-tanned leather (requiring special chemicals for tanning; I learned the technique directly from the Silver Dragons themselves), spacer blocks made from special wood from Elven lands to refine the silhouette, dragon scales for critical defensive points, and even a silk-chainmail net attached beneath the armor for extra safety.
The materials are so unique that paint doesn't adhere well, giving it a slightly flashy appearance... but wearing this should prevent serious bodily harm unless something truly catastrophic happens.
Ideally, I'd want them to wear helmets too, but... well, almost no one has worn one since I was young, so there's not much point pushing it.

"The materials alone make pricing impossible... But they've surely informed the authorities here about the details, so we shouldn't get caught."

"Well, yes. That's exactly why this could be made as a complete one-off, including all its difficulties."

An ultimate masterpiece where I've abandoned every shred of pride as a blacksmith, pursuing nothing but peak performance.

I've never crafted armor like this before facing such formidable foes. Of course, there's rarely time to prepare gear tailored to specific enemies anyway.

And now, the one who will wear it—

"Long time no see, Papa!"

"Father, you look radiant today."

A carefree older sister and a younger brother already showing elegance despite his youth.

The children of Tetes have arrived at Vaper Palace.

"Welcome back, Sonia, Tyrus."

These children are nobles.

I can't let them see me in an undignified state; appearing completely naked as I usually do inside the palace is absolutely out of the question.

Today, however, I've had Oregano prepare brand-new high-end garments for their arrival.

They always put on a grand show when visiting Polka, but it's impossible to provide proper clothing for all the female slaves, dragons, resident courtesans, and maids within the palace itself, so behind the scenes, it remains quite a naked paradise—and slightly awkward.

I'd like to think they're used to it by now... Sorry, Tyrus. I still can't act completely at ease.

Still, since everyone here is civilized, maybe I could just order them to wear clothes today? But Sonia, who doesn't care in the slightest, already ran off into the palace interior, so I'll leave it at that for now.

"Father, this place is as... well, unrestrained as ever."

"Well, yes... There are many different races here."

While brushing aside the racial issue with an overly casual response—truly something only I could do—I lead my innocent son to his quarters. He'll be staying for a few days.

"Tetes, leave Sonia in your care. She's familiar with this place now; just make sure no strange trouble occurs."

"Yes, sir~♪"

"Just because I've gone to all this trouble dressing up, you'd better maintain your mother's dignity for a while."
I was driving the point home to Tetes, who had already begun stripping off his noble attire at the open-air dragon terminal, even though he was surrounded by high walls.

It's important that you cherish the illusion the children have of you; showing off such freedom isn't advisable.

"This place has its own rules, so it's only natural to follow them too♪"

"...Tyrus. You know I'm not saying you have to go naked here, right? It's entirely optional. Those sisters who are actually naked are just a bit perverted, so you don't need to follow suit."

"H-hai..."
As she turned red and hid behind my shadow while following me, the taste was exquisite.

The sons in Polka wouldn't react this way to women's nudity anymore. Even though Krau showed no reaction despite seeing breasts sway right before his eyes, Peter chased them around with a lecherous grin while hardening himself openly.

Wait.

"Sonia! Stop playing around and come to the workshop! I have a present for you!"

"Eh? Really!?"

Sonia, who had just spotted familiar sisters and rejoiced at their reunion, lit up even more when told about the present.
Yes, yes. It's always heartwarming to see children happy.

"Is it only for Sonia?"

"Oh, I'll make something for Tyrus next time. Honestly, I rushed this one just for Sonia."

"It's a promise."

"Yeah. Today, I'll take your turn off the schedule as an exception."

I smiled at Tyrus and earned his forgiveness with those words.

The reason I prepared this for Sonia was that she had been recognized as possessing combat power comparable to the Gauntlet Knights far sooner than expected. After witnessing her duel with Berga, other knights invited her to actual combat, saying, "If you're that strong, you should try it." Though not officially recruited, she seemed eager enough to give it a shot.

Given the national sentiment of Renfangas, dismissing such an opportunity as "not a hobby" would be unwise. Especially since she is related to Alex Buster, the crown prince; one cannot afford to make foolish remarks in that situation.

I learned that Tetes himself had fought monsters for the first time at roughly the same age as Sonia now.

However, no matter how skilled he was—capable of occasionally defeating a Black Arm soldier—he couldn't bring himself to send Sonia, who could only be described as childish, straight into the midst of monsters.

To prevent any misfortune, I wrote earnest letters requesting support from both Alex and Ferios. Still feeling uneasy, I commissioned armor crafted with every ounce of luxury possible.

As for weapons, since they belong to the Buster family, there may be finer ones than what I could make; but if I craft armor without holding back, I'm certain I can produce something far sturdier than any artisan's work.

With full confidence, I snatched the fabric from before Sonia and revealed my creation.
Now, how would my daughter react?

"...It's so ugly..."

My father is dead.
"S-steady, Father! Father!!"
Tyrus gently shook me as I collapsed. Thank you, son. And you too, daughter. That was truly an exquisite piece—of a quality that could buy an entire castle if purchased with gold.

"But more importantly, Papa, make me a bikini armor! Like Sharon's!"

"Bikini armor...!?"

You... to your parents... asking for a bikini armor...!?

"Make half-naked armor for my daughter, who's still a child...!?"

"What in the world are you talking about!"

"Eh? Why?! The legend says I'm Papa's ultimate Bikini Armor artisan thanks to those gauntlets! So why is my present such an utterly cringeworthy piece of junk!?"

"I can't even keep up with your retorts!!"

Why does this legendary title of 'Bikini Armor Artisan' belong to me? To me, the son-in-law of the Buster family.
Why do people have such a strong obsession with bikinis in the first place?
And is it really this bad that everyone's calling it out like that?

Plus, making bikinis for me involves way too much breast squeezing, you know!
...Hey, was it really that terrible?
I've always been praised for my design sense, but your single blow shattered my pride into a thousand pieces.
Is it truly this awful...?

"Father, I think Father's armor is wonderful as well. If possible, I would like to receive it."

"Tilsa doesn't even fight with a sword in the first place..."

"Well, that's true..."

Besides, since I made it based on a female figure, Tilsa... well, she's still a child and they're twins, so maybe she could actually wear it?

"Then give it to Tilsa! In exchange, make me a bikini armor! Can you do it by tomorrow!?"

"There's no way I can finish that quickly! And besides, I absolutely won't allow anyone to fight in something that looks like they're naked in front of others! That has to wait until adulthood!"

"Wait, wouldn't it be worse once you're an adult...?"

Tilsa. There's a strategy called 'postponing for later' when dealing with adults.
No, actually, I shouldn't have said that kind of thing to a child in the first place.

...What is going on, Renfangus? Why are bikinis so popular among girls?

It seems there's a beautiful knight like Sharon who confidently displays herself, which might be influencing this trend.

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Today, Polka has both the old district, where shabby buildings still dominate, and the new district, which utilizes materials and technology from the forest as well as dragon-level earthmoving capabilities. Even the old district is gradually being rebuilt.
Well, even the original residents wouldn’t want to stay in rundown houses while pretty new ones keep popping up. The example of the cat house that the baron bought and had renovated by an elf tutor and a hornless ogre carpenter also helped.
Since the Grange was built, many ogres who were drawn to Polka’s charms have moved here to work as construction workers, and it’s a good source of employment for them.
During winter, their strength and height are prized for snow shoveling, and before long, ogres became indispensable in Polka.

That’s why, despite only being about 15 years since first contact with the elves, the residential area has grown several times over. And one of its sections is known as a gathering place for particularly alluring women.

And that’s no surprise—former courtesans from Cosmos-san’s place are moving here one after another.

That’s because most of Cosmos-san’s courtesans… well, former courtesans, didn’t get into debt and sink into the life, but chose it out of their own desire to make a living through sex. So when they decide to quit, there aren’t many ties holding them back, and quite a few end up settling in Polka permanently.

The Onyx Maid Corps also occasionally has members retire and settle here, but that’s pretty rare. The maid leader once mentioned that maids don’t tend to save much money, which might be part of the reason. I think it’s also because they’re a group of troublesome women with a habit of wanting to be violated by someone else.

Moving on…

The former courtesans who settled here from Cosmos-san’s place often have skills and talents beyond just sex, like cooking or business, thanks to their previous profession. They’re also accustomed to men and other races, so they can hold their own even against large men without hesitation.

That’s why they’ve become a significant force in the new commercial sector of Polka, adapting well to its rapidly expanding needs.

[Ogre]: "Master— are you here?"

[Cosmos-san]: "Cosmo-san. You’re over here."

Cosmo-san comes to me while I’m working on a new armor prototype at the Vapor Palace’s invention workshop.

She’s wearing clothes even though she’s inside the palace. I’m a bit surprised, but today I’m also dressed.

It’s stupid to work on blacksmithing naked, after all.

[Cosmo-san]: "I was doing some research on the living situation of the former courtesans from the eastern district, and today it’s all wrapped up… They’re all doing so well in business that it makes me a little proud."

[Master]: "Well, I figured they wouldn’t struggle financially if they were from the shop. As long as they’re doing well, that’s good to hear."

Even though we’ve become incredibly wealthy thanks to the "S&F Foundation," the power of the slave owners’ families, and the various blessings brought by dragons… my wealth isn’t infinite.

It’s different for the girls who became my slaves, but the former courtesans who chose to live independently are a bit harder to support. Honestly, I’d rather not expand my care to people I’ve already let go.

That’s why I’ve been asking Cosmos-san to check on them regularly. But as expected of women from the business world, none of them have ever asked for help, even when they were struggling.

[Cosmo-san]: "Lynn is on the verge of divorce after fighting with her husband, but that’s their own problem. As for Shasta, she said she accidentally squeezed a customer during a massage and ended up apologizing… I had to scold her a little."

[Master]: "Ah… well, if they’re going to offer those kinds of services, they should at least inform me and get the proper authorization."

The business permits for courtesans working here—whether as independent operators or under a guild—are managed by Cosmos-san with the baron’s approval.

I can’t keep an eye on every little side gig, but when it comes to their livelihood, conflicts like territorial disputes or pricing issues can’t be ignored from a security standpoint.

And offering sexual services at massage parlors is pretty gray area.

If customers know which places are okay with it, they’ll expect it.

Unlike someone like Hilda-san, who would even take on free jobs and accept any challenge, something spontaneous like that can easily lead to trouble. It’s not like I can say for sure that there won’t be complaints about being denied when they expected it.

[Cosmo-san]: "So, no need for me to step in this time, right?"

[Master]: "Yeah… As long as they’re not trying to bring any of their husbands here, that’s fine."

They’re the ones who chose not to become my slaves, so some of them are already married. I’d rather not cause trouble between couples.

It’s easy to forget, but I’m generally cautious when it comes to having relationships with girls. I can be reckless with those who clearly don’t have other men in their lives, but I hate the idea of fighting over a girl.

[Cosmo-san]: "I’ve been reminding them of that all along… But you know, some of them say they prefer your charms because they’ve experienced other men."

[Master]: "Well… That’s fine, as long as they’re happy with it."

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"Seriously, let’s not go that route!? If I end up being hated for it, I’ll just be the perfect villain!"
He was the de facto owner of a brothel and a legendary playboy who surrounded himself with a hundred-class beauties in a hot spring harem.
If he were still sneaking around with former prostitutes even after they’d quit, then there’s no way that’s good.
"Don’t worry, even if someone picks a fight with you, Emma-san or someone will stop them, so it’s fine♪"
"It’ll just make my villainy worse!?"
Honestly, I want to find a path where everyone won’t end up miserable. Even if it means only one or two people won’t have to cry.

And now, the new armor I’m working on while cutting into time with the children and female slaves.

"Is it almost done yet?"

"I’d like to refine it a bit more. It’s fine as it is, but I feel like it could use one more touch."

As expected of something called "new," it’s a cut above anything I’ve worked on before.

What makes it different is that I’m using every high-quality material without holding back or compromising.

Starting with all the available metal materials, the backing is dragonhide (which requires special tanning chemicals and techniques that I had to learn directly from Silver Dragons themselves), the spacer for shaping the silhouette is a special wood from the elf territory, and for crucial defense points, I’ve used dragon scales. On top of that, I’ve added a net made of silk chains under the armor to create a basic chainmail.

It’s so special that the paint doesn’t match well, but… if you wear this, you won’t take serious damage unless something really happens.

I’d prefer if they also had helmets, but as for that… I’ve never seen anyone wearing them since my youth.

"Given the materials, it’s hard to put a price on it… I’m sure the higher-ups have been informed about it over there, so you shouldn’t run into any trouble."

"Yeah, well. That’s part of the difficulty—it’s completely one-of-a-kind because of that."

I’ve thrown away all pride as a blacksmith and just pursued the ultimate performance in this ultimate piece.

I’ve never made armor like this for even the strongest enemies. Well, I don’t have time to prepare armor for every opponent.

But who would wear it…?

"Long time no see, Papa!"

"Father, how are you?"

My cheerful sister and my elegant little brother.

The children of Tetes arrived at Vapor Palace.

"Well done, Sonia, Tyrus."

They were nobles.

I couldn’t let them see me in a shabby state. Going around the palace completely naked was out of the question.

Today, I greeted them in the high-quality outfit that Oregano had prepared for me.

Every time they come to Polka, I always put on this show of grandeur, but I can’t exactly give fine clothes to all the female slaves, dragons, and visiting courtesans and maids, so the back is still a bit of a naked paradise. It’s a little awkward.

I wish I could get used to it… Sorry, Tyrus. I still can’t handle it without getting flustered.

Well, they are civilized people, so maybe I should have ordered them to "wear clothes today," but then my carefree sister Sonia ran off into the palace interior, so I gave up for now.

"Father, this place is as wild as ever… um, it’s quite something."

"Yeah, well… there are all sorts of races here."

I brushed aside the issue as a racial thing and led my innocent son to his room. He’d be staying for a few days.

"Tetes, take care of Sonia. She’s used to this by now, but make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble."

"Okay♪"

"After all, with me dressed up like this, you’d better keep up the dignity of a mother for a while longer."

Even though it’s surrounded by high walls, I give Tetes a warning as she begins to take off her noble attire at the open-air dragon landing pad.

For the sake of preserving the fantasies the children have about you, I think it’s best not to show too much of that kind of freedom.

"I’m just following the rules here, so it’s only natural to do so♪"

"...Tyrus. You know how this is, but you don’t have to strip naked here, okay? It’s entirely voluntary. The women who are already naked are just a bit eccentric, so you don’t have to follow their lead."

"Yes..."

Tyrus blushes and hides behind me, following along dutifully. How endearing.

The boys back at Polka wouldn’t react like this to seeing a woman’s bare body. Crow doesn’t even flinch when he sees breasts shaking right in front of him, and Peter just keeps chasing after them with a lecherous grin while fully erect.

"Wait."

"Sonia! Cut it out and come to the workshop! I’ve got a present for you!"

"Oh, really!?"

Sonia had already found an acquaintance and was happily reuniting when she heard about the present, her face lighting up.

"Yes, yes. It’s always nice to see kids happy."

"Is this just for Sonia?"

"Ahh, I’ll make one for Tyrus next time. Honestly, I rushed to make this one for Sonia too."

"It’s a promise!"

"Yeah. For today, let’s consider it reserved for you, Tyrus."

I smile at Tyrus and ask for her forgiveness.

The reason I prepared this for Sonia is because she was recognized as having combat skills on par with the Gantlet Knights much sooner than expected.
Other knights who had seen me spar with Berg invited her to join in real combat. She ended up accepting, though it wasn’t official yet—just to try it out, they said.
Given the situation in Rengafas, it wouldn’t be wise to brush off such an offer as "not my style." Especially since she’s related by blood to Alex Buster, the Crown Prince, it wouldn’t be appropriate to refuse outright.
I heard that even Tetes first fought monsters at about the same age as Sonia is now.
That said, despite occasionally taking a victory against a Black Arm, sending a child like Sonia into the heart of the monster horde still makes me uneasy.
To ensure nothing goes wrong, I wrote letters to Alex and Felios pleading for their understanding, and to ease my anxiety, I had a suit of armor crafted with utmost care.
As for the weapon, since it’s from the Buster family, there might be something even better than what I could make. But when it comes to armor, as long as I throw myself into it without holding back, I can definitely create something far more durable than any craftsman’s work.
With that, I confidently unveil the armor in front of Sonia, the cloth covering it pulled away with a flourish.
So, how does my daughter react?

"...It’s way too ugly..."

My father is dead.
"Father! Father!!"
Tyrus earnestly shakes me as I collapse. Thank you, son.
And to my daughter... That’s some truly amazing craftsmanship. It’s on par with buying a whole castle if you were to try and buy it with money.
"Hey, Dad, make me a bikini armor! Like Sharon-san’s!"
"Bikini armor...!?"
You... are asking your father... to make you a bikini armor...!?

"Mom, why are you asking me to get half-naked armor for my daughter when she’s still a child…!?"

"That’s impossible!"

"Why!? You’re the legendary bikini armor craftsman in Gantlet, Dad! Why is her present something so damn ugly!?"

"I can’t keep up with the jokes!!"

Why am I being called the legendary bikini armor craftsman? Me, who’s treated as a son-in-law by the Buster family.

Why are girls so obsessed with bikini armor?

Also, is it really that ugly to be called crap?

And by the way, my bikini armor-making skills involve a lot of groping, you know that, right?

…Wait, was it really that bad?

I used to get praised for my design sense, but your one jab shattered my pride.

Is it really that terrible…?

"Father, I think this armor is wonderful. If you’d like, I could take it."

"Tyrus doesn’t even fight with a sword in the first place…"

"Yeah, well…"

Also, since it’s made for a girl’s body type, Tyrus wouldn’t be able to wear it anyway… or maybe he could, since he’s a kid and a twin, so it wouldn’t fit him…?

"Then give it to Tyrus, and in return, make me some bikini armor!? Can you do it by tomorrow!?"

"I can’t do it that quickly! Besides, I won’t allow her to fight in something that looks almost naked in front of others! That’s for when she’s an adult!"

"But wouldn’t it be worse as an adult…?"

Tyrus. Adults have a strategy called putting things on the back burner or delaying them.

Though, honestly, you shouldn’t say stuff like that to kids.

What’s going on with Renfanga? Why is bikini armor so popular among girls?

Apparently it’s because of female knights like Shalon who can confidently show off their beauty.