This story takes place about ten years after the epilogue of Parts 1 and 2. Andy is forty years old.
Ever since her thirteenth birthday, Elenia stopped calling me “Papa.”
I wonder why. Was it because I made that wand with the glowing tip that spins around as a birthday present? Irina told me, “If you were giving that to a younger child, it would definitely be a huge hit,” but receiving a critique like that the day before the birthday doesn’t exactly help. Actually, it’s the fault of you wealthy types, who just give a quick little order to your subordinates to prepare the finest clothes and accessories. I have no choice but to compete with my technical skills, and since I’m not as young as I used to be, I can’t just create anything with a momentary flash of inspiration. …No, there’s no point in complaining about Irina’s opinion. The problem is Elenia.
“Ele, please. Give Papa one more chance. Okay?” “Huh?” When I pressed my hands together and pleaded for a chance at a gift redemption, I was met with a bone-chilling, “Huh?” I’m dead.
Elenia has the radiant blonde hair she inherited from her mother, cut into a bob. The highlight is that the left side is slightly longer; apparently, she has Selene trim it every two weeks. Ever since Elenia became able to stand, Selene has been quite mobile and capable of many things, and it is no exaggeration to say that even now, he is top-class as a barber in Polka. While Elenia treats me with a somewhat subtle attitude lately, she seems to love her mother without issue. She often tells Selene in a slightly scolding tone, “My hair has grown way too long, hasn’t it?” to which he responds with a wry, “Yes, yes.” Furthermore, unlike Selene and Ange, whose ears look almost identical to an Elf’s, hers are distinctly short and apparently cannot move. Back in the day, I used to kiss her ears while she was in the bath, but Christie happened to see it and got incredibly angry with me. Ever since I was told that kissing the lips is considered a “safe” act for an Elf, I have sworn never to say such things to Elenia. I love Elenia, but I believe I know where the line is as a father.
“What? The birthday present? That spinning thing?” “Yeah. I was thinking of making something better than that…” “How exactly is it going to be ‘better’?” “Well… I figured you couldn’t exactly walk around with that wand, so, well, I thought the practicality was too low. I was thinking of something more like a stylish, moving piece of decor… something you could keep in your room and enjoy looking at whenever the mood strikes…” “I seriously hate that about you, Andy.” “Guh!” She dismissed me with a tone so blunt it’s something I never hear from my female slaves; I feel like I’m about to cough up blood. This is bad. I’ll have to drink some Spirit Spring later. Also, as you’ve heard, my name after my transformation is “Andy.” She calls her father by his given name, without any honorifics.
“It certainly was just a toy, and since Peter was happier with it, I gave it to him right away.” “You gave it away…” Children can be so cruel. “That’s the kind of thing where you’re supposed to say, ‘I’ll make something even better next year.’ Are you planning to just keep churning out junk until I’m satisfied? Are you just bored? Is this a hobby?” “S-Stop! Papa is working hard, despite everything!” “All the Mamas say that, but in reality, Andy, you’re just rubbing Mama’s and the older sisters’ breasts and butts and grinning like an idiot. Are you actually working hard at anything?” “Stop! Even if you can’t see it, I’m working hard on things you don’t understand yet!”
The truth is, even I don’t quite understand what I’m working hard on… The reason I’m being so vague is that my current activities are supported by the brains of Irina, Tetess, and Lady Cosmos. Recently, they established a grand organization called the “Smythe & Forrest Foundation,” and they constantly send me to high-society parties and festivals to deliver speeches. I intended for blacksmithing to be my main profession, but honestly, I’m not earning much through my manual labor. Jeanne has more sense and better stamina, and I still can’t compete with Jackie. Under those circumstances, it was too presumptuous of me to think, “I’ll earn my own way and support my female slaves.” While I was worrying about that, Irina invited me to “try a side hustle.” I joined with half-doubts, and… it turns out that while I give the speeches, Irina (as a Clan Leader), Tetess (as the Marquis of Renfangas), and Lady Cosmos (who holds immense influence in the southern desert) use their connections to secure business, bringing in ventures like Carlwin and Grunge, and centering operations around the Northern Forest, all of which is generating revenue.
Once a month, I deliver speeches exactly as they tell me to. I act as a shield against the men who frequent the place with clearly lewd intentions (there are many, as all three of them are quite beautiful), while simply standing by as the women wrap up their discussions. Sometimes, the topics progress in ways that have absolutely nothing to do with the Northern Forest, Carlwin, or Grunge, leaving me feeling anxious about whether everything is truly okay—but apparently, things are going well. To be honest, it’s all far too political for me to understand. So, when people ask me what I actually do, all I can say is, “I don’t really know, but I’m doing something.”
As for the rest of my time… well, I spend it crafting things, even if people call them junk. ”…I really shouldn’t be touching girls’ breasts and butts in front of the children, should I?” “Isn’t it a bit late for that realization?” “The only solution is to ban the children from this area.” This was taking place in the former “Secret Hot Spring”—now known as “Vapor Palace”—which had expanded from that outdoor spring to a size comparable to Carlos’s estate. …Calling it a “Palace” makes it sound like a Dragon Palace, but since there are actually several dragons here at all times, it isn’t inaccurate. The dragons themselves say so, so it is indeed a Dragon Palace.
The houses in the new town can accommodate about 10 to 15 people, but in the end, the associates coming to Polka cannot all be housed there. Furthermore, since the presence of naked tribes like the Blue Dragons would cause a massive disturbance to public morals just by entering the town, the idea was: “Let’s build a massive fortification where women coming to see me can stay, and where no one will complain even if dragons are walking around naked!” Ten years ago, Lieder and Irina were the main proponents of this grand plan. Honestly, when I saw the blueprints, I thought it was a joke. I thought, This isn’t a house; it’s a castle or a military base. I thought they were just getting ahead of themselves after seeing Grunge’s success. …However, a powerful push was provided. From Breakcore and Diel. “It is better to have a structure that interfaces with the barrier. There is a high risk in leaving the barrier open in the open air every time Breakcore goes outside. If you create a fortified area and have dragons protect it, the risk can be significantly reduced.” …Since that was the case, the plan was approved at the Clan Council with a “Fair enough.” While clearing a width of around 200 meters is not a massive percentage of the entire forest, it is the kind of major construction work where, if a human race did it without permission, arrows would fly at them without question. And so, the dragons and the Housemasters of the Northern Forest proudly leveled the ground and built towering stone walls, and the grand arched roof was adorned with heat-dispersing etched patterns so densely that no gaps remained. Thanks to this, during the daytime in summer, one enjoys a sense of openness as if there were no ceiling at all, while beneath it, a vast hot spring area has been constructed, much like an oasis of talc. …The design was originally a bit deeper, but since there was a risk of children drowning, it is now at most 30cm deep. You can’t even submerge your whole body unless you lie down.
Centered around this hot spring area, several large sectors are adjacent, all connected under the same roof: a sleeping area (capable of hosting about 300 people), a dining area (where cat-folk and elf children do internships before working in the town), a hobby area (containing things like dance stages and my invention workshop), and a dragon takeoff and landing area. It is, quite literally, a space akin to a palace. This vast space is comprised entirely of my associates. Specifically, female slaves, the children of the Cat Colony, the employees from Cosmos’s house (who come here as a sort of retreat), the Onyx maid corps (who, after I told them they could come, took the initiative to organize a three-month rotation so about five of them could stay at a time on vacation), the women from both the Misty and Crystal Palaces, and various others. These are girls who can remain perfectly unbothered even knowing that I am a lewd stud. And then, the children. They were still small, and I felt guilty leaving them with someone else. Since the space was so large, I was able to keep them away from the orgy scenes. In this environment, being completely naked was also made optional. Naturally, the Blue Dragons were naked here, and since the central hot spring was expanded specifically for erotic purposes, there was no distinction between men and women. Guests, too, tend to adopt a naked lifestyle once they arrive. Because of this, our children are accustomed to seeing others naked. When they come here, they constantly see dozens of different beautiful women, coming and going, soaking in the springs or having their shoulders held by me while naked. …I thought that as long as the children were young, it was fine. Our relationships involve dozens of people with sex openly in mind. Given the circumstances of how I reached this position, it was difficult to hide it from the children. The worst for their education were the cat-beastmen, whose common sense was warped due to that closed environment (and who also went into heat), but since children were being born, I couldn’t exactly tell them, “Polka won’t take any more cats.” There was also the argument that it would work if we just insisted that “Nudity is culture.” This came mainly from the Dark Elves and Maia and her group. However, when poked like this by Elenia, I realize: Simply being bold isn’t enough. No matter how often they visit a temple of naked culture, girls do not want to see a father who is acting like a total creep. In fact, even Minister Ashton is somewhat respected by the children, yet simultaneously held in contempt. He might be a charming male to his wives, but to the children, he is not. I am exactly the same. However… “I understand that you cannot help but find your eldest daughter adorable. However, you have many other daughters and sons, and as the head of the household, you should not dance to the whims of a single opinion.” Aurora, who was leaning against me in the middle of the hot spring area, was persistently trying to guide my hand toward her buttocks. Naturally, she was naked.
She hasn’t changed much since the day we met. Since we don’t have children of our own yet, the kids call her “Big Sister Aurora.”
“Andy’s job is to touch boobs. Actually, his real job is putting his cock inside them.”
And the one gripping my dick and stroking it at high speed is Luna. Despite being a mother of six (she’s given birth to three sets of twins), you’d expect her figure to have deteriorated, but if anything, I feel like she’s become even more attractive than in her younger years. It’s not even a change in my tastes… It’s just that the effects of the Spirit Spring and Hilda-san’s beauty treatments have bestowed blessings upon all the female slaves.
Perhaps as a side effect of childbirth, Luna’s breasts have grown about two sizes larger than when we met, becoming so incredibly supple that they make the elven girls envious. Her face and skin luster are still good enough to pass for someone in her early twenties.
“Education is important, but rather than raising them to be too ‘proper,’ we have to let them accept the things they must give up as Andy’s children. Andy is far too famous, after all.” “Even so…” “In truth, a half-elf would be persecuted anywhere. Yet, to protect all the children, Andy put down roots in Polka, reconciled humans and elves, and brought people from both Celesta and Carlwin… He made this a place where anyone can be themselves, no matter who they are. If the children were possessed by the ‘normal’ way of thinking according to Trot standards, they would actually be unhappy.” ”…But I want Ele to like me, too. It’s easy to insist that the problem is just that Ele doesn’t fit in, but I love the Ele of today.” “You’re such a doting parent.” “He really is.”
The two veteran female slaves nodded in agreement. Then, the sound of splashing footsteps.
“To begin with…”
Apple approached, kicking up the water in the white tub, her dazzling nakedness fully on display.
“Ele-chan loves Andy-san, doesn’t she?” “She does.” “Indeed, she does.” “Ehh… but lately, her eyes have been so cold…” “If she were truly disgusted, she wouldn’t go out of her way to come watch Andy-san touching other women’s breasts. She could easily live her life within the city without ever coming here.” “W-well, that’s true, but…” “Besides, according to Trot standards, a normal girl would find it scandalous to let her father see her naked once she hits ten. That’s what most people in town say.” “I’ll have you know that is a flaw in our upbringing!”
Elenia still comes here quite often, and she doesn’t hide anything from me. However, that is simply because that is the kind of household we have; in any other house, such behavior would rightfully be called “indecent.”
“I only notice it because I love him. Children can’t help but comment on things that catch their eye.” “No, if your own father were surrounded by erotic women and spent all day obsessed with boobs with his cock out, you’d normally be disillusioned. I’d probably be disillusioned too.” “That’s only because the mother feels betrayed. But there isn’t a single woman in this house who is disillusioned with Andy-san, is there?” “Aren’t you guys justifying this lifestyle a bit too much just because you want to get horny?” “Andy-san is simply worrying too much.” “Mm-hmm.” “And if it’s time for them to move on, it’s a parent’s duty to let them. Children eventually leave the nest.” “Ugh, don’t say things like ‘Ele is going to leave us’!”
I don’t care if they call me a doting parent. For a father, the nightmare is watching his precious daughter leave him to show her most adorable face to another man. Of course, I know that if I don’t accept that eventually, I’m a shitty parent. Though, if someone told me that my expectation for Elenia to have “proper” sensibilities is just me anticipating that exact scenario, I wouldn’t be able to deny it.
Incidentally, Luna and Apple are called “Mama Luna” and “Mama Apple.” Since both the children and the female slaves seem to have some resistance to calling all the female slaves “Mama” uniformly, they are called “Big Sister” until they have children of their own. …Because of that, a confusing phenomenon has occurred where the anal-loving Blue Dragon, Jureen, is called “Mama,” while her mother, Michela, is called “Big Sister.”
Leaving “Vapor Palace,” I walk through the town at twilight. The sunset disappears behind the Ridge of the Western Serpent, and a fleeting blue darkness descends.
A gentle, nostalgic time, racing back to the house where my father and mother wait, looking forward to dinner. And now, the town of Polka remains lively, bathed in light. It’s not quite a metropolis, but I think it has become quite bustling in the fifteen years since I returned. “You know… Papa worked pretty hard.” I can’t say for certain how much of Polka’s revitalization can be credited to my own achievements. But I am certain of one thing: I took the very first step that made witnessing this sight possible. That this dream—of creating a kind town for children like you, who were born here and were nothing more than insignificant, lecherous brats who did nothing but squeeze Apple’s breasts—came true because everyone chose to support my wish… I’m allowed to be that proud, right? “I’m not just a useless old man who can only make silly toys… I’m doing things that would make everyone envious if they knew you were my child.” I muttered to no one in particular, gazing at the lights of the town. “I know.” The voice came suddenly from behind me, startling me. I was so startled that my legs tangled, and I tumbled to the ground. “Ow, ow, ow…” ”…What are you doing? Wait, weren’t you talking to me?” “Ele! You were there?!” “I was! I only answered because I thought you’d realized I was secretly following you! I thought, ‘Andy’s being surprisingly romantic for once!’” ”…I didn’t notice at all. Were you at the Palace?” ”…Well, you looked so incredibly depressed when you headed toward the Palace.” I had been followed. And she had likely overheard me venting to Aurora and Luna. Being an Elf-type, her hearing is quite sharp. “Now I feel like an idiot.” ”…Uh, no, I don’t think that’s the case at all.” “It’s not like I said I didn’t like my birthday present! And it’s not like I wanted you to be depressed!” Elenia spoke sharply, sounding angry. Please stop. Your father is a creature that takes unconditional damage whenever he hears a child of your age use that tone. “I admit, it was bad of me to give it to Peter right away!” ”…But you never call me ‘Papa’ anymore.” “I’m not at that age!” ”…No, a father is a father regardless of how old you get. One doesn’t usually switch to formal speech all of a sudden.” “Well, I do!” She does? I don’t know. Our cultures are different. Wait, is this some kind of punishment for trying to carelessly indoctrinate her with naked culture? “This is… because! I don’t want Mama and my sisters to hog Andy forever! And my body is almost as big as Sister Irina’s now! So…” “No, wait. I have a feeling I’m about to hear something very, very bad.” “Since I’m Mama’s child, I think my chest will probably turn out great for you, too!” “Okay, calm down, Ele. Stop. Just stop.”
“I think I’m starting to get the gist of this.” “And it’s heading in a bad direction.” “In other words, if I keep letting her call me ‘Papa,’ she’s never going to see me as a man.”
“It doesn’t matter how great your boobs feel; I have no intention of fondling them.” “Why?” “Because a daughter’s boobs aren’t meant for that.” “But Andy, you go after both the mother and the daughter if they’re related, like with Mama Juline and Sister Michela, or Sister Maia and Sister Asti, right? And then there was Anis from the Cat-Beastman Colony, and what was her name…?” “Tanya. And besides, you impregnated those people; they’re strangers.” “But Mama and I are family.” “There is a gap wider than the ocean between sleeping with a stranger and sleeping with your own child.” “What’s ‘the ocean’?” “I’ll take you there sometime, so for now, please just refrain from preparing yourself for that possibility.” “No way! I’m definitely doing it! Next time, I’ll even get Mama Tetes to help me!” “Do what?! And whatever you do, do not rely on Tetes!” “But I want to be with you every single day, Andy! If that’s the case, then this is the only way!”
She liked me more than I thought. That’s fine. That’s all fine. But my daughter has been far too corrupted by diverse values.
Listen, Ele. Papa didn’t make a child with those intentions. I think a father who looks at his own daughter that way is the lowest of the low.
And Tetes. Stop appearing behind Elenia out of nowhere. Seriously, where did you even come from? That just gave me a chill worse than any horror movie.