A small colony in the middle of a desert.
Not long ago, just twenty years or so, it was nothing special—just an ordinary catfolk colony. But then, over a few short years, its gender ratio drastically changed and its future became uncertain.
And now.

"Looking back, things have really changed, haven't they?"
From atop the small rocky hill, one can see that several large buildings have been added to what used to be a tiny village.
Amidst the simple mud-brick houses, these stand out as stone structures I had dragons build in short order.
They serve various purposes: community centers, water reservoirs for droughts, and childcare facilities.
...And initially, some of them were meant to have erotic uses.
No, wait. Don't say it again. I do have a bit of common sense.
Seriously, after passing through here so many times, I realized that regularly holding "village-wide orgies" wasn't such a good idea.

At first, it might be fine, but eventually the children I've fathered will grow up. Since everyone in the village is like this anyway, throwing a fit because you can't get used to it from the start isn’t very good. Even at Vape Palace, while childcare is necessary for young kids, once they reach a certain age, they’re allowed to live normal lives outside of the palace. I think letting them continue living in an all-naked paradise and seeing sex everywhere would lead to serious psychological issues. Therefore, even with the cat colony, I want them to have at least somewhat normal lives.

If they were going to spend their entire lives within the colony, it wouldn’t matter if they ended up a bit warped, but the dragon’s shuttle frequently travels between Polka and other places like Basson and Tark, so there's potential for them to leave the colony and live independently. There are now many possibilities in their future.

Considering that, I thought it would be good to have facilities with boundaries such as "let's keep the erotic stuff inside this building." That’s what I thought back then.

...It didn’t work out though.

“H-How long do you plan on wallowing in these strange feelings?”

“...Strange? Well, whatever.”

She gave a bitter smile and glanced at the rock where Granny Donna always seemed to appear from nowhere.

We leisurely made our way down the mountain.
There was no grand welcome waiting for us.
If they had sensed our arrival, everyone thought it best to prepare a proper welcome rather than rush around in disarray. The cats had grown accustomed to our presence.

Compared to before, things were much livelier now.
"Welcome home, Master."
‘WELCOME BACK!!!’
Anise, who had transformed into a composed beauty, greeted us as the representative of the colony at the oasis in the center of town. She used to entertain me sexually alongside her mother Tanya, but since then she has given birth several times and is now the mother of seven.
Tanya herself has also given birth four more times since then.
And Anise's daughters are getting old enough that their bodies are starting to take on a feminine shape.

The girls were joined by other small catgirls, and the surrounding crowd began to cheer in unison.

There must be around three hundred children gathered here from various colonies. Most of them are my own kids. There are also many at Polka’s place, but considering the total number, this is where I have the largest group of my offspring.

“Thanks for welcoming me.”

I tried putting on a gentle fatherly face and waved to the children, their mothers, or young catgirls who were hoping to join them soon.

…Still, thinking about what comes next, I never know how to act around them every time.

“Will you be staying this time?”

“Oh—well. My schedule is pretty open right now, so I was thinking of staying for a month or so.”

“A whole month… Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, Selen and the others agreed. A few more female slaves will join us later on, but we’ll take care of providing food and servants ourselves…”

Before I could finish, the cats gathered there cheered loudly.
My presence was a festival for them. The peaceful and boring life in the colony, as well as their instinctive sexual urges, were instantly transformed into something exciting by my arrival.
To them, it was truly just that...
“Hey, wait! You’re stripping too fast! Too fast! Are you planning on going around naked for an entire month!? And I told you not to have sex with my kids! Birth control won’t work either! Sex with your father is off the table!”
Before I could stop them, both adults and children had already thrown away their clothes, and even went as far as burning them in a fit of excitement, dancing joyfully.
“Clothes are precious here...”
I was stunned by the sight of naked women dancing cheerfully when a half-elf woman nearby said with an apologetic smile,
“They don’t really care if they’re not wearing clothes… but it’s very tempting for boys,”
and threw off her own clothes into the fire.

“No, I’ll burn you too!?”
“After all, when in Rome do as the Romans do♪”
…She was a half-elf named Kashya who had wandered around and was once protected in Duke Gardner’s territory before moving to Grangis. At first, she took care of Karlwin people who moved to Grangis, but during a festival visit to Polka, she hit it off with the cat-folk there and became enamored with their easygoing desert lifestyle, so she recently moved back.
Actually, quite a few people like her have chosen to move into the cat colony, and there are around ten or fifteen different races living in the colony. The cat-people are used to coming to Polka for medical treatment or school at Polka Academy, so they accept these new immigrants with open arms.
…Sometimes men want to move here too, but I personally turn them down.
Because inevitably this is what happens: even if a man can satisfy several women energetically, once the orgy starts, everyone will be extremely uncomfortable.
If one of our cat-people marries another man, it must happen outside the colony. Inside the colony, they are all my wives—except for the children.
That’s the policy I’m sticking to right now.

“Besides, since we’re living in the colony, doesn’t that mean we’re all potential breeding stock…?”
Kasha threw her panties into the campfire and asked me with a raised eyebrow as she exposed everything from her nipples to her sex to the sunlight.
……Ugh.
“Yes.”
“♪”
Though they weren’t wearing collars, every woman who had moved here agreed to participate in the orgy. They were okay with getting pregnant too; having children was considered an unconditionally happy event and everyone would raise them together without any reservations.
This carefree attitude towards pleasure seemed to be what made people want to move here.
…Other women who chose to live in this cat colony included another half-elf from Almeida’s hidden village, many maids and former prostitutes, as well as a girl from the Karlwin tribe and an elf maiden from the northern forest.
I could have just added them all directly to my harem if they were treated like this, but it was important for people to choose their own living situation. Some of these girls had come here because they didn’t like the cold either.

"But still, since I just got here, we'll have to wait for the sex later!"
Saying that to the dancing cats and Kashya, I headed toward the outskirts of the village with Lila.

The exit of the labyrinth was across an oasis from the village.
There stood a lone rock jutting out, with a staff sticking up at its peak.
Lila poured the alcohol she had brought onto the rock.
"...Drink it slowly. It's the finest wine from the Elven Forest."
She then took some into her mouth and looked off into the distance.

...Dona had passed away several years ago.
No one noticed that she was unwell, and until the very last day of her life, she remained as lively and sarcastic as ever. In the morning, she was cold.
Her body was buried in the sand a little way from the colony, according to local custom.

...Either desert insects or sandworms will return the body to nature.
If buried within or near the labyrinth, it might become a corpse that moves. That would be the hardest for those close to them.
That's why in the Colony of the Great Desert Labyrinth, this is apparently considered the most natural funeral.
"...I've seen dear friends off before, but perhaps you were special."
Lyra said so and took another sip, then poured the rest on a rock and threw the ceramic bottle into the sand beyond.
Her usual ritual.
Eventually, Dona's cane will break, rocks will erode, and no one will remember what it all meant.
If asked if there was no need to protect them with magic, Lyra would say that's fine.
Being attached to tombstones or relics only thins out the feelings for the person themselves.
The connection with someone you can never meet again should be in each individual’s heart.

"...He must have been pretty happy, seeing the colony flourish like this before he died."

"...I don't know. It's just me fucking around all over the place."

"Hmm. Still, I suppose you were trusted to bear the consequences of your recklessness."

"Doesn't that mean it'll mostly end up as incest?"

"There are mountains of colonies that started out that way... As Dona would say, and elves know how to handle blood purity issues anyway. Go ahead and grab any daughter or granddaughter you want."

"I'd prefer if my kids have a future where they can be happy..."

"You won't get away with it on Eiree and Frena though. Besides, those cats lose their virginity every full moon anyway. No need to worry about that."

"Yeah, but..."

...Ah.

Seeing me suffer, Lila’s faint shadow subsided, and she cheerfully took off the clothes she had put on while walking to the square where the cats were dancing.

"Hey, those are super expensive elven fabrics! Don’t burn them!"

"Hehe. Everything that has form will eventually break down. If you need something new, just make it then ♪"

Without waiting for a bonfire, Lila burned her clothes with her own heat.

"That’s really frustrating from the craftsman’s perspective!"

…That said,

Lila was completely naked except for her collar, and she looked as gorgeous and alluring as when we first met.

As for me, my crotch was in an awful state under the bright sky, anticipating Lila’s naked body being exposed and the cat girls’ full-naked dance party in the distance.

"Alright."

I decided to take off my pants right there. There was no point in feeling embarrassed since everyone else would be naked anyway. No one would laugh at me either.

A fully erect dick, an old man exposing it, a stunning beauty, blue skies, and the desert.
...Well, I have to admit, this is quite a scene.
“Ho ho. Shall we begin here? I am your sex toy pet; you can use me anytime♪”
“...No way! Not until we get there!”
For an instant, I was tempted to give in, but after all, I came for the cats. It wouldn’t be right to scold them and leave them behind just so I could have my first time with Lila.
So while walking awkwardly with my dick exposed next to naked Lila, I couldn't help but glance back at the tombstone.
...I doubt that Granny Donna felt happy seeing this scene as she passed away.

A small colony in the middle of the desert.

Until about twenty years ago, it was nothing more than an unremarkable, ordinary colony of cat-folk. But a few years ago, the gender balance shifted so drastically that its very future was thrown into doubt.

And now.

"Looking back, things have really changed, haven't they?"

Looking down at the colony from atop a small rocky hill, I could see several large structures had increased within the tiny settlement. Amidst the many simple houses made of sun-dried brick, these stood out prominently; they were stone buildings I had ordered the dragons to construct, each in a short period of time.

They served various purposes: some were simple community centers, some were reservoirs to prepare for droughts, and others were childcare facilities.

...And some were buildings I had initially intended for erotic use.

No, wait. Please don't say "not again." I have at least a little bit of common sense. It’s just that, after visiting so many times, I truly came to realize that it wasn't right to just hold "Village-wide Orgy Days" as a matter of course. It might be fine at first, but eventually, the children I fathered will grow up. I thought that just because the rest of the village was like this, it wouldn't be good to simply let them get used to it from the start.

Even at Vapor Palace, while it's unavoidable for childcare purposes to some extent during early childhood, I make sure they are moved out of the Palace to live a normal life once they reach a certain age. I believe that letting them live their entire lives in a "naked paradise" witnessing nothing but sex would lead to serious psychological distortions.

Therefore, even in the cat colony, I wanted to strive for a somewhat decent standard of living. If they were going to live their whole lives without ever leaving the colony, perhaps being "distorted" wouldn't matter—but since they frequently travel to and from the Polka District via the dragon transport, they could eventually move to places like Basson or Talc to become independent. Their futures now hold great potential.

With that in mind, I thought it would be fine to have facilities specifically designated to set boundaries, such as "Erotica is only allowed inside this building." I thought so. At the time.

...It didn't go well.

"How long do you intend to indulge in these strange sentiments?"

"...Strange? Well, whatever."

With a wry smile, I glanced at the rock where Grandma Donna had, as usual, appeared out of nowhere. We began our leisurely descent down the mountain.

There was no grand fanfare to greet us. The cats had become accustomed to our presence to the point where, upon sensing our arrival, they would choose to prepare a proper welcome rather than simply leaping at us in disorder.

Compared to those early days, it had truly become lively.

"Welcome back, Master."

"Welcome~!!"

In the center of the colony, in front of the oasis, Anis—now a composed, beautiful woman—greeted me as the representative. Once, alongside her mother Tanya, she used to welcome me sexually as a pair; since then, she has become a mother of seven. I have also fathered four children with Tanya. Furthermore, Anis's eldest daughter is just reaching the age where her physique is starting to become more feminine.

Those daughters, along with the other small cat girls, were all calling out in unison. The number of children gathered there was likely close to three hundred. Most of them were my children. There are many in Polka as well, but in terms of total numbers, this is the largest faction of my offspring.

"Thank you for the welcome, everyone."

I raised my hand to greet the children, their mothers, and the young cat girls aiming to join their ranks, trying my best to put on my "gentle Papa" face.

...That said, considering what follows, I never quite know what kind of expression I should be wearing.

"Are you staying with us this time?"

"Uh... well. My schedule is quite open, so I was thinking I might stay for about a month since I'm already here."

"A whole month...? Is that... really alright?"

"Selene and the others have already given their approval. A few other female slaves will be joining us in a little while, but I'll provide the food and caretakers for them myself..."

Before I could even finish my sentence, the gathered cats let out a massive cheer.
To them, my stay is nothing short of a festival.
The peaceful, boring life of the colony—and the sexual impulses driven by instinct—instantly transform into something exciting the moment my presence arrives.
To them, that is truly all it is, and...
"Wait, hey, hold on! You're undressing too fast! Way too fast! Do you guys plan on not wearing clothes for the next month!? And listen, I’m not having sex with my own children! Even with contraception, it's a no! Sex with your father is off-limits!"
Without even giving me a chance to stop them, both adults and children stripped off their clothes and tossed them away. They went as far as to throw the clothes into the fire in the heat of the moment, and then began to dance joyfully.
"Clothes should be precious in a place like this..."
As I stood there, dazed by the sight of the women dancing nimbly while naked, a nearby half-elf woman gave a troubled smile.
"They don't mind much if they don't have clothes... though it is quite a sight for the boys."
With that, she stripped herself and tossed her clothes into the fire with a flick.
"Wait, even you!?"
"Well, they do say 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do'♪"
...This was Karsha-san, a wandering half-elf who had once been taken in by the Duchy of Gardner and had briefly moved to Granz.
Initially, she had been looking after the Karlwin people migrating to Granz, but after visiting Polka for a festival, she hit it off with the cat-folk and moved here a while ago, drawn to their carefree desert lifestyle.
In truth, there are quite a few people like her who intentionally choose to migrate to the cat colony; there are about a dozen or so members of other races, including her, who have taken root within the colony.
Since the cat-folk frequently visit Polka for medical treatment, recovery from injuries, or to attend the Polka Academy, they are quite accepting of such migrants.
...Men occasionally wish to migrate as well, but I personally reject those requests.
Because it inevitably turns into this, and even if someone were a powerhouse capable of satisfying several women, it's obvious that things would become incredibly awkward once the orgy begins.
My policy remains as follows: if the cats here marry another man, it must be outside the colony. Inside the colony, everyone is my wife—excluding the children.
"Besides, as long as we are in the colony, we are also potential mates, aren't we...?"
Having thrown even her underwear into the bonfire, leaving everything from her nipples to her genitals exposed to the sunlight, Karsha-san asked while looking up at me.
...Ugh.
"...Yes."
"♪"
Though they do not wear collars, every woman who has migrated to this colony has consented to participate in the orgy.
If they become pregnant, so be it. A child is a joyous event unconditionally, and if one is born, everyone will raise it without a second thought.
It seems all prospective migrants are drawn to that bright, optimistic, and pleasure-honoring nature of the cat colony.
...Aside from the half-elfs who arrived via the Almeida Hidden Village Project, the other female migrants who have chosen this life are mostly former maids and former prostitutes, along with one girl who was formerly Karlwin and one elf girl from the Northern Forest.
With the way things are handled here, I feel like they could just join my harem directly, but well, choosing one's place of residence is important. Some are here simply because they hate the cold.
"But seriously, I just got here, so sex comes later!"
Leaving that remark to the dancing cats and Karsha-san, I headed toward the edge of the village with Lyra.

---

On the opposite side of the village from the labyrinth exit, across the oasis.
There was a solitary rock jutting out, and atop its peak stood a single staff.
Lyra splashed the alcohol she had brought all over the rock.
"...Here. Savor it. It's the finest liquor from the Elf Forest."
Then, she took the rest into her mouth, her eyes drifting toward a distant memory.
...Grandma Donna passed away several years ago.
She never let anyone notice her declining health; she remained as energetic and sarcastic as ever right up until the day before she died... and by morning, she was cold.
Following the custom of the colony, her body was buried in the sand, a short distance away from the settlement.

...Whether it be the desert insects or perhaps a sandworm, something will return that corpse to the natural cycle.

If one were to bury them deep within the labyrinth or even right beside it, they might turn into an undead. For those left behind, that is the most painful outcome of all.

That is why, in the colonies of the Great Desert Labyrinth, burying the dead in the sand like this is considered the most natural funeral rite.

"...It is not my first time seeing a dear friend off. But perhaps, you truly were special."

With those words, Lyra took another sip, then poured the remainder onto a rock and tossed the ceramic flask far into the sands.

It was her usual ritual.

Eventually, even Grandma Donna’s staff will break, the rocks will weather away, and no one will remember what any of this meant.

If asked if she should protect it with magic or something, Lyra would simply say that it is fine as it is.

Clinging to gravestones or keepsakes only serves to thin the connection to the deceased.

The bond with those you can no longer meet should live on within one's own heart.

Because the things she lived for and protected are preserved like this, she would say.

"...He was, well, quite happy, I suppose. He was able to pass on while watching the colony flourish like this."

"...I wonder. Even if you say it flourished, that was mostly just me rampaging through it."

"Ho ho. Even so, you must have accepted the responsibility because you calculated that even your wilder results could be sustained."

"Won't the colony just end up being mostly full of incest if it flourishes like this?"

"There are mountains of colonies that began that very way... Donna said as much, did she not? Besides, the elves know how to handle the issue of blood purity. Do not hold back; you should embrace your daughters and granddaughters as you please."

"I'd prefer it if the children could look toward the future and be happy, though..."

"You couldn't say that after laying hands on Ele and Frena. Besides, once the cats reach a full moon, their impulses override any notion of chastity. There is nothing to worry about."

"I know, but still..."

...Ah.

Seeing me wallow in my stubborn agony, the slight shadow in Lyra's expression vanished. She began stripping off her clothes with great vigor as she walked, heading triumphantly toward the plaza where the cat-girls dance.

"Hey, that clothing is incredibly expensive elven cloth! Don't burn it!?"

"Ho ho. What does it matter? All things with form must eventually break. If you need more, you can just make it then♪"

Without even waiting for a campfire, Lyra incinerated her clothes using the heat from her own hands.

"You know, that makes us artisans feel really... awkward!?"

...And yet.

Leaving only her collar behind, Lyra stood naked—her body just as gorgeously attractive as the day we first met.

As for me, with Lyra's naked form exposed under the bright sky and the anticipation of the naked dance party of the cat-girls visible in the distance, my crotch was becoming a serious problem.

"Blast it."

I steeled my resolve and stripped from the waist down right then and there. Since everyone will be naked once we arrive anyway, there's no real shame in it. No one is going to laugh.

An old man exposing his fully erect cock, a peerless beauty, a blue sky, and the desert.

...No, honestly, what kind of scene is this?

"Ho ho. Shall we begin right here then♪? I am your pet for sexual relief; whenever you wish is fine with me♪"

"...F-First, let's get there!"

For a split second, I almost gave in. I thought, Since we have a whole month to play, maybe Lyra can be the first round...

But I came here for the cat-girls. I can't scold them and push them away, only to sneak off and have my first round with Lyra... I won't do that.

And so, walking alongside the naked Lyra with my legs wide to hide my concern for my member, I found myself glancing back at the grave.

...I think I'm being far too optimistic in believing that Grandma Donna passed away feeling happy, witnessing such a sight.

A small colony in the middle of the desert.

Until about twenty years ago, it was nothing special—a run-of-the-mill feline-human settlement. But after a few years, the gender balance shifted drastically, leaving its future in peril.

And now…

"Looking back, things have changed quite a bit, huh?"

From the top of a small rocky hill, I overlook the colony. Several large structures have been added to the little village.

Among the simple adobe houses, these stone buildings stand out—constructions I had the dragons build in short order.

Their purposes vary: community halls, water reservoirs for droughts, even daycare facilities…

…And then there was that one building I initially intended for erotic use.

No, wait—that’s not fair. Don’t jump to conclusions. I have a little sense of responsibility, you know?

Seriously, after so many visits, I realized we couldn’t keep holding "Village-Wide Orgy Day" as a matter of course.

It might be fine at first, but eventually, the kids I’ve fathered will grow up.

Since the whole village is like this anyway, wouldn’t it be better to normalize it from the start? Well, that’s not exactly right. Throwing them into it without any boundaries would be terrible.

Even in the Vapor Palace, we keep the toddlers there for childcare reasons, but once they reach a certain age, we take them out and let them live normal lives. Leaving them to grow up constantly witnessing sex in a naked paradise would lead to serious psychological damage.

So, even in this feline colony, I wanted them to have at least some semblance of a proper life.

If they’re going to live their whole lives within the colony, maybe it’s fine if they’re warped. But dragon transport runs frequently between here and Polka, and we can send them out to become independent in places like the Polka Autonomous Zone, Basson, or Tark. Now, their futures hold great possibilities.

Considering that, I thought it was a good idea to have a facility as a boundary—this building is for erotic activities only. That’s what I thought back then…

…It didn’t work out so well, did it?

"H-how long are you going to wallow in those strange feelings?"

"…Strange? Well, whatever."

I chuckle wryly and glance at the rock where Grandma Donna always seems to appear out of nowhere.

We slowly descend the mountain.

There’s no grand welcome.

The cats have gotten used to our presence enough that, upon sensing our arrival, they’d rather prepare a proper greeting than just swarm us haphazardly.

Compared to back then, things are really lively now.

"Welcome back, Master."
"Welcome back!!"

In the center of the colony, in front of the oasis, Anis, now a composed beauty, greets us as the representative.

Once, she and her mother, Tanya, would entertain me sexually together. Since then, she’s been pregnant countless times and is now the mother of seven.

Tanya has had four more kids since then too.

And Anis’s daughters? The eldest is almost starting to develop a more feminine figure.

The girls, along with the other little feline girls, are all shouting in unison around us.

The colony children gathered there number nearly three hundred, I’d guess.

Most of them are my kids. There are plenty in Polka too, but here is where my offspring are strongest in sheer numbers.

"Everyone, thank you for the welcome."

With a face as soft as possible—as much as I can manage—I raise my hands to greet the children, their mothers, and the young feline girls hoping to join their ranks.

…Even so, considering what’s to come, I’m still not sure what kind of face I should make every time.

“Are you staying overnight this time?”

“Ah… well, my schedule’s pretty open right now, so I was thinking I’d take you guys up on your offer for about a month.”

“A whole month… is that really alright?”

“Selen and the others have already agreed. A few of the other female slaves will be joining us in a bit, but we’ll provide the food and caretakers for them…”

Before he could finish, the gathered cats erupted into cheers.
My stay here is a festival for them.
The peaceful, boring life of the colony—and the sexual urges that plague them—are instantly transformed into something exciting by my presence.
For them, it’s purely… that.
“Whoa, hold on, you’re getting undressed way too fast! Way too fast! You guys planning on not wearing clothes for a whole month!? And don’t even think about getting me pregnant! Condoms are useless! No sex with your own father!”

Before I could stop them, both adults and children threw off their clothes and tossed them aside. Worse yet, they started burning the discarded clothes in a bonfire right there and began dancing gleefully.
“Clothes are precious around here…”

I was dumbfounded by the sight of the naked women dancing cheerfully when a half-elf woman nearby gave a troubled smile.
“They don’t really mind not having clothes… though it’s probably bad for the boys.”

With that, she stripped off her own clothes and tossed them into the fire.

“Hey, you’re burning yourself too!”

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do!”

…She was Kasha, a wandering half-elf who had once been taken in by Duke Gardner’s territory and briefly relocated to Granze. Initially, she had been helping the incoming Carwin people settle in, but after bonding with the feline-humanoids at a festival in Polka, she’d fallen in love with their easygoing desert life and moved here permanently some time ago.

Actually, quite a few people have declared they want to relocate to this cat colony like her. Including her, there are about a dozen or so outsiders settled within the colony.

The feline-humanoids visit Polka often for medical treatment, injuries, or even attending Polka Academy, so they’re used to welcoming such newcomers with open arms.

…Men occasionally ask to move in too, but I flat-out refuse them.
Because things inevitably end up like this. Even if some burly guy could satisfy a few of them, once this orgiastic festival starts, it’s obvious everyone would be super awkward around each other.

If these cats want to marry outsiders, they can do it outside the colony. Inside, they’re all my wives. Except for the kids.
That’s still my policy.

“Besides, since we’re in the colony, we’re fair game for insemination, right…?”

Kasha, who had tossed even her underwear into the bonfire and bared everything from her nipples to her genitals to the sunlight, asked with a sidelong glance.

…Ugh.

“…Yes.”

“♪”

Even though they don’t wear collars, every woman who’s moved here has agreed to join in the orgiastic festival.
And it’s perfectly fine if they get pregnant. Having children is an unconditionally joyous occasion, and everyone raises them without a care when they’re born.

Apparently, everyone who wants to relocate is drawn to this cat colony’s carefree, pleasure-seeking nature.

…Besides Kasha, other female migrants who’ve chosen this feline colony life include another half-elf who came through the Almeida Hidden Village project, several former maids, and a few ex-prostitutes. There’s also one former Carwin girl and one elf maiden from the Northern Forest.

If they’re getting treated like this, I wouldn’t mind them joining my harem directly… but well, choosing a place to live is important too. Some of them are here just because they hate the cold.

"Even so, I just got here, so the sexy stuff can wait!"

Leaving that to the dancing cats and Kashar, I headed toward the edge of the village with Laila.

Opposite the labyrinth entrance, across from the oasis, stood a lone rock jutting out from the dunes. Atop it, a single staff pierced the sky. Laila splashed the liquor she’d brought all over the rock.

"…Hoh. Drink and savor it. It’s the finest elven forest brew."

She took another sip, her eyes distant.

…Donna passed away a few years ago.

No one noticed her health declining. Until the day before she died, she was still her usual energetic, sarcastic self… then, come morning, she was cold.

Her body was buried in the sand, as per colony custom—just outside the settlement.

…Desert insects or sandworms would return her to the natural cycle. Burying her inside or near the labyrinth could turn her into carrion—that’s the hardest part for loved ones.

So, in this desert labyrinth colony, burying people in the sand is the most natural way to say goodbye.

"…It’s not the first time I’ve seen a close friend go. But you… you were special."

Laila said, took another sip, then splashed the rest on the rock. She tossed the ceramic bottle into the dunes.

The usual ritual.

Eventually, Donna’s staff will break, the rock will erode, and no one will remember what it meant.

"If you ask if magic should protect it," Laila said, "then no, that’s fine."

Clinging to gravestones or belongings only weakens our memories of them.

The connection with those we can’t see anymore should live in our hearts.

That’s how her era, what she protected, lives on.

"…She was probably pretty happy, seeing the colony thrive like this before she went."

"…How’d you figure? All I did was screw my way through it."

"Hoh. Even so, Donna must’ve figured you could handle even the wildest consequences."

"At this rate, the colony’s thriving on incest, isn’t it?"

"There are mountains of colonies that started like that… Donna said as much herself. Besides, elves know how to deal with close bloodlines. Don’t hesitate—sleep with your daughters and granddaughters as you please!"

"If possible, I’d prefer my kids have a future where they’re happy…"

"Trying that on Ele or Frena won’t work, though. Oh well, cats go wild at the full moon anyway. Nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, but still—"

…Ah.

Seeing me struggle with such a stubborn grief, Laila’s slight shadow vanished. She shrugged off her clothes as she walked, then cheerfully strode toward the dancing cats’ plaza.

"Wait, those are ultra-expensive elven fabrics! Don’t burn them!"

"Hoh. Well, all things break eventually. If you need them, just make new ones then!"

Without waiting for a fire, Laila burned her clothes with her own body heat.

"That’s super annoying for the craftspeople, you know!"

…Even so.

Leila, stripped bare except for the collar, remained as gorgeously alluring as she was when we first met.

As for me, my groin was throbbing with anticipation—Leila’s naked body under the bright sky, and the promise of a full-frontal dance party from those cat girls in the distance.

"Damn it."

I steeled myself and stripped right there on the spot. Everyone’s already naked anyway, so no need to be embarrassed. No one’s going to laugh.

A hard-on-exposing old man and an absolute beauty, blue sky, and desert.

…Seriously, what am I even doing?

"Hohoho. Shall we get this party started here, then? I am your sex slave, after all—you can use me anytime, anywhere!"

"...W-well, let’s head over there first!"

For a moment, I almost gave in. After all, we’re going to be playing for a month—maybe Leila deserves the first go.

But I came here for the cats. I should scold everyone and step away, then sneak off for a quick one with Leila… no, forget that.

So there I was, walking beside naked Leila, my erection painfully obvious as I hopped along like a crab, when I suddenly noticed the gravestone behind us.

…Donna Auntie probably didn’t die happy watching this scene… though that’s probably being too pessimistic.

A small colony nestled in the heart of the desert.
Only about twenty years ago, it was nothing more than an ordinary colony of cat-beasts, unremarkable and mundane. But after a few critical years, the gender balance collapsed dramatically, threatening its very future.
And now?

"Looking back, things have changed quite a bit, haven't they?"
From atop a modest rocky hill overlooking the colony, I could see that the small settlement had grown with numerous large structures.
Amidst the simple adobe houses made of sun-dried bricks, these buildings stood out distinctly—they were stone constructions built by my orders to the dragons, each completed within a short timeframe.
Their purposes varied: some served as community halls, others as water reservoirs prepared for droughts, and still others as childcare facilities.
...And initially, I had even considered using one for erotic purposes.
No, wait—please don't say "again." I do have some sense of propriety.
Seriously, after visiting repeatedly, I realized that holding something like a "village-wide orgiastic day" as if it were normal was a bad idea.
It might seem harmless at first, but eventually, the children I've fathered will grow up.
If the entire village operates this way, shouldn't we just let them get used to it from the start? Throwing that attitude around is very unhealthy.
Even Viper Palace has its reasons for allowing nudity during early childhood due to childcare necessities, but once they reach a certain age, I ensure they're moved out and given a normal life. Letting them grow up entirely surrounded by nakedness and constant sex would lead to serious psychological distortion.
So, even in the cat colony, I want to encourage at least some semblance of proper living.
If they were to spend their entire lives confined within the colony, perhaps distortion wouldn't matter—but dragon transport flights between Polka run frequently, and there's no shortage of opportunities for them to move independently to places like the Polka Autonomous Zone, Basson, or Tark. Their futures are now brimming with potential.
Considering that, I thought it might be beneficial to have designated facilities separated by the phrase "Let's keep erotic activities within these buildings." That was my intention back then.
...But it didn't work out as planned.

"H-How long do you intend to linger in such strange reflections?"
"...Strange? Well, whatever."
With a wry smile, I glanced briefly at that very rock where Old Lady Dona had mysteriously appeared without anyone noticing.
We slowly descended the mountain.
There was no grand welcome ceremony.
The cats had grown accustomed to our presence; they understood that if we arrived, it was better for them to prepare a normal greeting rather than chaotically pouncing on us.

Compared to back then, the place had truly become lively.
"Welcome, Master."
"Welcome—!!!"
At the center of the colony, before the oasis, Anis greeted us as our representative, her demeanor now that of a composed and beautiful woman.
Once, she had welcomed me alongside my mother, Tanya, offering both emotional and physical affection as a set pair. Since then, she has given birth multiple times and is now the mother of seven children.
Tanya herself has also borne four more children since those days.
And Anis's daughters? The eldest is already approaching an age where her figure begins to take on a distinctly feminine shape.
Together with other young cat-girls, they all joined in, their voices united as they welcomed us.
The number of children gathered from the colony totaled nearly three hundred.
Most were my own offspring. While there are many in Polka as well, by total count, those present here represent the largest group of my children.
"Thank you all for coming to greet us."
With every effort to maintain a gentle fatherly expression—though perhaps not entirely convincing—I raised my hand in greeting toward the children, their mothers, and even the young cat-girls who had just joined the maternal circle.

...Still, considering what comes next, I always end up not knowing how to react.

"Are you staying over this time?"

"Hmm... well, my schedule is pretty open anyway, so since it's a good opportunity, I was thinking I might stay for about a month."

"A whole month... really? That's fine with you?"

"Selen and the others have already given their approval. Soon, several of the other female slaves will join us as well. We'll take care of their food and supervision here..."

Before she could finish speaking, the gathered cat-beasts erupted in cheers.

My presence here is like a festival to them.

The peaceful yet monotonous life of the colony, along with the instinctual urges that torment them, suddenly transforms into something thrilling through my arrival.

For them, it truly is purely about that...

"Ah, no, wait! Taking off clothes too soon! Too early! Are you planning to go without clothes for a whole month, you guys?! And besides, I won't be having sex with your kids! Even if contraception is used, it's not allowed! Sex with the father is forbidden!"

Before I could stop them, both adults and children threw off their clothing. Not only that, they began dancing joyfully while burning the discarded clothes in a spontaneous frenzy.

"But clothes are so precious here..."

Staring blankly at the women dancing naked and cheerfully, a half-elf woman nearby chuckled helplessly.

"They don't mind much if they're without clothes... though it might be tempting for the boys."

Saying that, she too stripped off her garments and tossed them into the fire with a casual flick of her wrist.

"No, you're burning mine too!?"

"As the saying goes, 'When entering a village, follow its customs'♪"

...She is Kasha, a wandering half-elf who was once protected in the Duchy of Gardner before relocating to Grance. Initially, she cared for the Karlwin people who moved to Grance, but after bonding with the cat-beasts during a festival at Polka, she became envious of their carefree desert lifestyle and recently relocated again.

In fact, quite a few people deliberately choose to move to the Cat Colony like her, and there are around a dozen non-human residents in the colony, including her.

Since the cat-beasts are accustomed to visiting Polka frequently for medical treatment, injury recovery, or attending classes at Polka Academy, they accept such newcomers with great tolerance.

...Occasionally, men also express interest in relocating, but I've firmly rejected all such requests on my own authority.

After all, things inevitably end up like this anyway. Even if someone were vigorous enough to satisfy several people, once the orgiastic festival begins, it's obvious that everyone would become extremely awkward.

If any of these cats here marry another man, it must be outside the colony. Inside the colony, everyone is my wife—except for the children.

This policy remains unchanged to this day.

"Besides, since we're living in the colony now, aren't we targets for breeding...?"

Kasha, who had thrown even her panties into the bonfire and exposed everything from her nipples to her genitals to the sunlight, asked with a suggestive glance.

...Ugh.

"...Yes."

"♪"

Although they don't wear collars, all the women who have relocated to this colony have agreed to participate in the orgiastic festival themselves.

Pregnancy is perfectly acceptable. The birth of children is unconditionally celebrated, and once born, everyone raises them without any hesitation or shame.

It seems that those who wish to relocate are all drawn to the Cat Colony's carefree optimism and its straightforward embrace of pleasure.

...Other female residents who chose this life in the Cat Colony include another half-elf connected to Almeda's hidden sanctuary project, many maids and former prostitutes, one young girl from Karlwin, and one elf girl from the Northern Forest.

I could even consider letting them join my harem directly given how they're treated here, but choosing where to live is also important. Some stay here simply because they dislike the cold.

"But honestly, since we just arrived, let's hold off on the intimate stuff for now!"
Leaving those words behind as he watched the dancing cats and Kasha, I set out with Lyra toward the edge of the village.

Beyond the dungeon exit, across from the oasis lay the opposite side of the settlement.
There stood a solitary rock jutting upward, atop which a single staff pierced the air like a sentinel.
Lyra poured the wine we'd brought over that rock, splashing it generously.
"…Taste it well. It's the finest elven forest brew."
She then took a sip herself, gazing into the distance with distant eyes.

...Dona had passed away several years ago.
No one noticed her declining health until the very end; she remained as energetic and sharp-tongued as ever right up to her final moments—only to turn cold when morning came.
Her body was buried in sand a short distance from the colony, following local custom.
...Beetles of the desert, or perhaps sandworms—or some other force—would return her remains to nature's cycle.
Burying her within the dungeon or right beside it might have left her corpse undisturbed forever, which would be the most painful thing for her loved ones.
That is why, in the colonies of the Great Desert Dungeon, burial in sand is considered the most natural form of farewell.

"...I've never had to see off a close friend before. Still, you must have been special."
Lyra said so, took another drink, poured the rest over the rock, and then tossed the ceramic wine bottle into the distant sands.
It was her usual ritual.
Eventually, Dona's staff would break, the rock would weather away, and no one would remember what it all meant.
If someone asked whether magic could preserve it, Lyra would say: "No need."
Clinging to grave markers or personal effects only dilutes the memory of the person themselves.
What matters is that the bond with those we can no longer meet lives within each heart.
After all, she lived in an era where such things were preserved just like this.

"...He must have been quite happy too. He got to see the colony flourish right up until the end."

"...Maybe. But let's be honest—I'm the only one who really caused all that growth."

"Hmph. Even so, I entrusted you because I knew you could handle even the wildest consequences."

"Does this mean we're turning into a harem now?"

"There are countless colonies that started exactly like that. ...Dona herself said as much. Besides, elves know how to deal with close bloodlines. Just go ahead and embrace your daughters and grandchildren without hesitation."

"I'd rather hope my children find happiness with a future in mind..."

"Trying to stop Elia or Frena from doing what they want won't work. After all, once the full moon rises, those cat girls lose all sense of purity anyway. There's nothing to worry about."

"That's true, but..."

...Ah.

Seeing me wallow in such stubborn sorrow, Lyra's faint shadow fell silent. Then, as she walked, she cheerfully removed her clothes and began striding confidently toward the square where the cats danced.

"Wait! That outfit is made of super-premium elven fabric! Don't burn it!"

"Hmph. What of it? All physical things eventually break. If you need one again, just make another then♪"

Without waiting for a fire pit, Lyra burned her clothes with the heat from her own hands.

"That kind of thing really puts craftsmen in an awful mood!"

...That said.

Lyla, left in nothing but her collar, stood completely naked before me—just as glamorous and alluring as she had been when we first met.

As for me, my groin was thoroughly stirred by the sight of Lyla's body exposed beneath the bright sky, and by the anticipation of the catgirls' nude dance party visible in the distance.

"Eh-hei!"

With a determined grunt, I yanked down my pants right there on the spot. After all, everyone else is already naked; there's no reason to feel ashamed. No one will laugh.

An old man with an erect penis baring it for the world's most beautiful woman, under a blue sky in the desert...

...Well, I suppose this scene says more about me than anything else.

"Hoho. Shall we begin right here? ♪ I am your sex-processing pet; I care not when or how! ♪"

"...W-well, let's head to them first!"

For a moment, I nearly faltered. But since we have a month of play ahead, maybe starting with Lyla isn't so bad...

Still, I came here for the cats. It would be wrong to scold them and leave them behind just to hide and take my first turn with Lyla.

So, standing beside naked Lyla, I walked with legs spread wide, acutely aware of my erection, only to suddenly glance back at the tombstone behind us.

...I suppose it's overly optimistic to think that Dona-oba-san passed away feeling happy amidst such a scene.