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.