Dragon shuttle service between Polka and Talc runs about once a month.
We could increase the frequency, but we decided once a month is the limit, as going any further would look like an excessive display of power. This was primarily a decision made by Tetess and Irina.
Even though we use illusions to hide ourselves so as not to startle strangers, frequent travel could lead neighboring cities to suspect we are plotting something. Celesta is far from a monolith, so such trivial matters could easily become a spark for conflict.
Well, there are plenty of other cities I visit regularly, and Talc isn’t the only one we need to stay connected to. The current frequency works well enough for a nice vacation, so so far, things are going smoothly.
Aside from ordinary tourists, the regular shuttle also carries a significant number of the Onyx Maid Corps and representatives from “Cosmos Trading.”
The Maid Corps, in particular, always has dozens of members stationed in Polka. It makes me worry if this interferes with their duties at the main house, but apparently, within the last few years, a vacation in Polka (for two months a year) was officially incorporated into their employee benefits, and they now hire a headcount based on that premise.
“I wonder if a vacation in a snowy land is really that appealing to Dark Elves from the desert?”
“As long as you don’t leave the Palace, it’s none of your concern, is it?”
The Head Maid replied nonchalantly as I looked up at the sky from the Palace’s landing pad, waiting for the dragons’ arrival.
The temperature was below freezing, yet she was wearing nothing but a naked apron—and the kind that only covers her from the waist down.
”…Why don’t you put some clothes on?”
“It is to demonstrate the principles of the Maid Corps to my subordinates.”
“That is definitely something you do not need to demonstrate in so many different ways!”
The Maid Corps serves “Onyx”; they do not serve me. There is absolutely no reason for them to engage in this kind of near-naked exhibitionism here. I could probably make up some excuse about them showing absolute obedience to demonstrate their devotion to me as a master, but I am not their master.
Of course, it is true that the Head Maid and I are in a heavy physical relationship, but I feel that has nothing to do with the principles of the Maid Corps.
…As I was thinking this, a formation of several dragons led by Lyra arrived, and passengers began disembarking one after another from the “huts” and carriages.
In terms of business, the “huts”—which allow you to sleep in a bunk bed while being transported—are treated as first-class. The carriages are second-class.
We have steadily increased the number of “huts” to a sufficient amount, and while we could make everything a “hut” at this point, we keep the carriage plan available to provide an option for those who want a cheaper journey without devaluing the dragon service too much.
The passengers disembarking from that side are primarily the general public. Just as they stepped onto the snowy landscape of Polka and were about to shiver from the cold, I stared in disbelief at the sight of the Head Maid standing next to me, nearly naked.
”…Look, forget about the ‘principles of the maid corps’—people are going to question your sanity as a human being.”
“With all due respect, Master. A maid is one who accepts any unreasonable command for the sake of her lord. Indeed, to stoically accept a command that tramping upon a woman’s dignity is the very essence of a maid’s vocation… ♪”
“That’s not your vocation, that’s just your kink!”
Please stop enjoying the exposure under the guise of having your dignity stripped away by me. I mean, I know this is a strange group of people who romanticize that sort of thing, but still.
After managing to guide the general passengers from the Palace to the town, I finally took a breather.
Then, moving away from the veterans who were already setting up camp in the Palace’s quarters with practiced ease, the maids arriving for the first time lined up.
Some were new applicants for Onyx, others were relatives or connections of Mr. Carlos… I heard there are a few cases where a child of a Maid Corps member joined the same workplace as their parent, but for the most part, they were all strangers.
To ensure they properly understand how to conduct themselves in this Palace, they are obligated to undergo an initial period of greetings, lectures, and training.
I didn’t personally mandate it, but somehow, I found myself obligated to attend these sessions.
“These are this year’s new recruits. 14 of the 20 total are participating this time; the rest are scheduled to arrive next month or later.”
“I see. …I notice there are some non-Dark Elves mixed in.”
“We do not place racial restrictions on recruitment. That said, Dark Elf culture is difficult for other races to grasp. Unless they are exceptionally talented, we don’t go out of our way to hire other races for Onyx…”
“So, they’re highly skilled.”
“Yes. …Now, Midi, please introduce yourself.”
“Okay! I’m Midi Rendis. 15 years old. I’m a Human, but I’m actually 1/8th Ogre, so I’m a little bit strong!”
As she spoke, the maid stepped forward, smoothly stripping off her maid uniform as she continued her introduction.
“My measurements are 82-54-81 from the top. As for sexual experience… I don’t have any partners, but I’ve broken my hymen through masturbation. Ehehe~”
“Report your erogenous zones as well.”
“To be honest, I’m not really sure… maybe the clitoris?” “Very well.” As she finished speaking, she stripped down to nearly naked, finally donning an apron and a maid headband before returning to her original position. She was remarkably nonchalant, even with a middle-aged guy like me right in front of her. Well, she had likely been told what kind of place this was, and since the Head Maid was already standing before me dressed like that, she was probably well-prepared for what was to come. And with that as the catalyst, the young maids—eighty percent of whom were dark elves—began stripping down to little more than waist-aprons, changing right before my eyes while introducing themselves one after another.
“Hazel. 13 years old. A dark elf, as you can see. My measurements… I haven’t measured them, so just look for yourself.” “I’m Ellie! I joined because my mom, who’s been a maid here in Onyx for ages, recommended it. I’m a dark elf, 87 years old. I’m very confident in my boobs!” “I am Anne Sanderson. My mother’s side is cat-beastkin, so I’m a quarter. My tail is… let me take it off and show you. …It’s like this, short and fluffy… Oh, and I’m 14.” “My name is Kei. I’m 12. Um, I’ve been asking Mama to let me be a maid for a while now, and it’s finally this year… Oh, is that not the kind of thing I should say? Um, my measurements are 70, 48, 74…”
“I always wonder… why does everyone start stripping when they’re only saying their names?” ”?” “No, I didn’t say anything that strange, did I? There’s no reason to look at me with that face.” “No, but Master, you are a man of the principle that ‘you want to keep women naked as much as possible,’ are you not?” “I won’t deny I have those desires! But the female slaves show me plenty of nakedness on their own, and I never intended to make it a requirement for the maids! Besides, thinking about it now, isn’t it a bit weird to make even the brand-new girls give greetings based on the assumption of such perverted kinks!?” “Actually, regarding that, we explained it during the job interviews, prioritizing it over the actual duties, and we only hire the girls who were in agreement…” “Prioritizing it over the duties…” Seriously, is that okay? Is Onyx’s reputation not going to hit rock bottom? “If they take this job with the intention of vacationing in Polka, they will eventually encounter this environment sooner or later…” ”…So that’s what you mean by including it in the employee benefits…” “In any case, all of this new group intends to be impregnated by you, Master, during their time off.” When the Head Maid turned her gaze toward the others, all the young, nearly naked new maids nodded in earnest. …This group is officially becoming a collection of perverts who just want to be teased under the guise of maid duties. I let out a heavy sigh. “Just tell me two things.” “Yes.” “There are no direct siblings or nieces of Carlos’s among them, right?” The pattern where things get complicated after getting someone pregnant. Well, the real issue is that I shouldn’t be getting anyone pregnant in the first place, but since they all fully intend to provide sexual service, I have to be careful, or anything could happen. With dark elves, even if I think I’ve prevented pregnancy with magic, there’s always the chance they’ll undo it themselves. “There are none in this group.” “Good. …And my daughter isn’t here either, right?” ”…” “She is!?” She was. (It was Kei-chan.) I had a hard time with her because she kept pushing back even after I told her I couldn’t do anything sexual with her. …I guess even the maid corps is being invaded by my own daughter these days…
“It’s so petty, trying to get close to Andy in secret and then just casually creating a fait accompli.” “If the folks in Talc tell her they’ve come to have sex, I think there’s also a problem with her father, who ends up hooking her up anyway.” Elenia and Frena nodded in agreement. You two sure have been on the same page lately.
Is it that classic pattern, where mutual respect strengthens the bond because you used to be rivals?
“It would definitely feel better if you made Papa surrender quite fairly, you know.”
“After all, Dad, the excitement of sex with your daughter is on a whole different level♪”
“S-Stop it, Frena. It’s not like I intend to do anything just because she’s my daughter, and I have no plans to put my cock in any other girl. It’s just that, because I cared so much for both Ele and Frena, the fact that I… defiled her… made me feel so much conflicting emotion—sadness and a little bit of joy—that my feelings just spiraled out of control.”
I am far too honest.
But there’s no point in trying to dress it up now.
We are on the bed in the Sympson household. There is no one else listening.
In the past, this bedroom was open to any intrusion, but recently, the concept of “inviolability” has been progressing; a rule has been established that no one except the girls I’ve brought in is allowed to barge in.
Well, I suppose everyone is conscious of differentiating this from the Palace, where limitless, rule-free orgies are always possible.
“And what do you mean by ‘made him surrender’? Do you enjoy doing terrible things to Papa’s psyche, Ele?”
“Even for you, Andy, wasn’t it more pleasurable to ravage me knowing clearly that I was your daughter, rather than finding out after the fact? You went through rounds after rounds on both me and Frena.”
“That is truly, deeply wrong!”
“You see, the moment you allow yourself to do something you know you shouldn’t… that’s when it feels the most incredible.”
As if she were an expert.
”…Or so Mama Neia used to say.”
”…That’s crossing a line I can’t even get angry at!”
The moment Neia allowed herself to do something she shouldn’t… that was when she decided to surrender her body to me, and when she decided to become a female slave.
From her perspective, her mind had been pushed to the brink of exhaustion, and in the aftermath of not knowing right from wrong, she had drowned in an immense wave of pleasure and security. It must have been the greatest pleasure of her life.
“That’s why you should just keep resisting, Andy. You’ll lose anyway, because you can’t say anything terrible to your daughter♪”
“Ugh… how wicked…”
“Eek! Papa’s angry~♪ He’s going to punish me with his cock~♪”
With a smirk that was nothing short of devilish, Elenia carelessly let her pajamas slip off her shoulders.
Not to be outdone, Frena cast her pajamas aside as well, stroking my cock while licking my nipple.
“Keep talking like that… and I won’t put my cock in any girl who bullies her Papa so much.”
“Nope, impossible~. There’s no way Andy could resist thrusting into me♪”
“You’re getting way too cocky…!”
“There’s no way Frena could be satisfied alone♪ Not with a lewd, hyper-virile Papa like you♪”
What a lewd, confident girl.
Frena looked up and retorted.
“I can satisfy myself! Unlike you, I’m sturdy!”
“No way. You were a virgin until just the other day; there’s no way you can endure Andy’s repeated rounds of sex.”
“Dad. Show her. Show her that I can take as many rounds as you can give.”
Stripping off the bottom of her childish, soft-fabric pajamas and throwing them away, my daughter—who is still in the middle of her development as a female—straddled me.
“Even if I faint… even if my pussy breaks… I don’t care…! Just keep thrusting into me until morning, flooding me with semen and thick juices…! Because since the day I was born… I’ve been a flesh hole dedicated solely to Papa’s cock, so please… use me up…♪”
Insertion.
My daughter pressed her womb against her father’s breeding rod of her own volition.
”…Ngh.”
I let out a groan tinged with frustration.
As I was tossed about by the sensation inside Frena’s vagina… by the squeezing movements of my lovely daughter’s female flesh, which grows day by day as she becomes dyed in and accustomed to her father’s cock…
Even so, I bit my lip at the fact that I could not completely deny what Elenia had said.
There was Frena, grinding her hips in the cowgirl position, her fluffy hair—inherited from her mother—dancing around her; and Elenia, swaying her newly trimmed, asymmetrical bob near my ear, teasing her father with a composed smile. Their vaginas. Their lips. Their anuses. The truth was, I had entered this room looking forward to all of them… intending to thoroughly use every single one of their holes. And it was also true that I was trying to divert my attention from the half-burned images of my biological daughters’ bodies—images that had become etched into my mind in ways I had never known before—by seeking release. …A single pussy wouldn’t be enough to achieve that.
“Ngh… Ah, the first… ejaculation… Dad, you’re still overdoing it…♪” I lightly embraced my beloved daughter as she finished squeezing out the first bout of semen in the cowgirl position, offering her words of praise. ”…At this rate… I feel like I’m going to get pregnant right away♪” ”…You’re practicing proper contraception, right?” ”…Fufu♪” “Hey.” “It’s a secret. …Once you’ve come once, it doesn’t matter how many times you go today… right?♪” “Are you really practicing proper contraception!? It’s no joke if you actually end up pregnant with your Papa’s child!?” “You can just have Mama Hilda check on that tomorrow, can’t you? For today… why don’t you just… ejaculate me into pregnancy?”
There are two devils. Devils named my beloved daughters, who use their female anatomy to tempt their father’s corruption from two different directions.
“Papa♪ …P-u-s-h m-e i-n♪” Elenia turned her backside toward me, slowly pulling down her pajamas to expose her buttocks. The scent of sex, the lust, the heat of skin. The lewd voices of my daughters, which I hadn’t even heard a few months ago. “Or do you prefer my ass? I’ll let you do anything, Papa…♪” It was intoxicating. Not just me. My daughters, too, were becoming intoxicated. “If you want to go in my ass, you could just say so…♪ I’m fine with it too, Father…♪” Sweetly, hotly. My daughters, who sought to stoke and bathe in their father’s lust, danced upon the bed. …And once again, today, I lost to them.
“Kei-chan.” “Yes.” ”…I am your father. You understand that, don’t you?” “Yes.” “Generally speaking, a father does not show his penis to his daughter, nor let her touch it, nor fuck her.” “Master Claudio said, ‘My Papa is a strange Papa, so you can forget about generalities.’” “Clau…!!” “Ms. Cosmos said, ‘There is a viewpoint that licking is considered safe.’” “Ms. Cosmos…!!” ”…And the Head Maid said that a maid should lick her master’s penis without hesitation.” “Please realize that those are opinions you should NOT use as a reference!?” Besides, I’m not the one who employs you. No, I’m not saying you should lick Mr. Carlos’s penis. “Let’s start with just fellatio.”
”……”
“Please, Master.”
“No, seriously, stop prostrating yourself like that to your father!? And don’t call me ‘Master’!?”
…Even if it was a “Naked Palace,” I’m a weak dad who lost the battle after my daughter performed a naked dogeza and coerced me into oral sex.