Tark is hot enough in winter to feel like summer, at least by Polka standards.
Polka’s summers are cool enough that long sleeves aren’t much of a hindrance, so basically spring or fall if you’re talking about normal places.
Since they’re flying out from the middle of a snowstorm in the dead of winter, the kids have to change clothes along the way. That kind of management falls to Neya, who doubles as Frena’s chaperone, along with a few other adults accompanying them.
As for me? I’m pretty much going non-stop from Polka naked, so it’s less about changing clothes and more like, “Finally, I can put some on when we get close to Tark.”
I mean, come on, the ‘house’ has ten people in it. Of course, things are gonna stay busy.
No matter how wild I get, if I take them one after another, five or six of them will be back to normal by the time I’m done. They’re getting sex every two or three hours, while I’m on a near-infinite loop.
Of course, we’re not just fucking like maniacs without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but yeah, the atmosphere helps, and pretty much whenever I’m awake, I’m shoving it in someone. It’s faster than walking, but the girls are bored out of their minds since there’s nothing else to do. And thanks to all the doping and training, I’ve got enough juice that I don’t have to worry about running dry anymore.
…Sometimes I get legitimately freaked out wondering where this stuff is even coming from, but yeah, that’s how it is. The inside of the house is constantly filled with a heavy, lusty stench.
…And then.
“Hey, welcome, Human! Glad to see the kids are doing well, but wait—wasn’t Elenia just coming out of your cabin? Yeah, I’m not misremembering, is that her? She’s shot up even taller than last year, but that’s Elenia, right? If I recall correctly, you’re riding in one of those massive multi-person beds, so…”
“Please calm down, Carlos.”
“Calm down? You little bastard! Finally, your own daughter! From this year on, Rebecca is forbidden from contacting you! If you breathe the same air as Rebecca, I swear I’ll cut you open and feed you to desert lizards so you can never breed again!”
“But Rebecca’s only five…”
“She turned six last month! Celebrate! No, wait—that’s right, how can a man not get it up for his six-year-old niece when he’s got his dick pointed at his own thirteen-year-old daughter? I don’t trust you!”
Carlos was about to lose it completely, so Nancy appeared silently and pinned him down like always, silencing him.
“Gweh…”
“Oh, hey, Andy! It’s been half a year. Well, you were here once after the summer Spirit Festival at Cosmos Honpo, so Tark itself has been four months.”
“…Ah, yes. Long time no see.”
Nancy grabbed Carlos by the collar, threw him onto a bench, and then shrugged, watching the kids enter the dorms.
“Getting cramped soon, aren’t we? How many more this year?”
“…Uh, let’s see… twenty-four more than last year… I think?”
“…That’s short of what we had two years ago. We’ll have to expand by next year.”
My kids keep multiplying every year. Well, I’m not bringing any infants with me on this trip because they’d be too much of a risk, but especially the cat- and beastfolk colonies are booming.
We even have our own dedicated dormitory built on Onyx’s land for them to stay in, but even then, some of them are still crashing in part of Dianne’s siblings’ private rooms.
“Should I rent an outside inn…?”
“That would be a blow to our reputation. Don’t worry, we have plenty of land, and I don’t want to make the kids feel left out. More than anything, I want Rebecca to enjoy the Spirit Festival night with her cousins without any hassle.”
“…O-oh, is that so?”
Carlos’s daughter, Rebecca, is his only child, so he overprotects her like crazy, and she doesn’t get much freedom normally. Plus, truthfully, she doesn’t have any cousins close to her age.
Out of Dianne’s nearly hundred siblings, only my sisters have had kids in the last ten years. Dark elves don’t usually have children that often.
But kids want someone who understands their kid sensibilities. That’s why my kids are Rebecca’s only real playmates.
“However… hmm. Andy, I’m not impressed either, you know? Kids will use the fact that they’re being raised as leverage against their parents. Especially the eldest daughter—she’s precious to a father. I can’t say I don’t understand the feeling of love, but that doesn’t mean…”
“No, well… if anything, I’m the one desperately trying to stop things…”
“…?”
Elenia. That’s just how normal adults think. Dad’s always the bad guy.
…But he’ll never understand.
Right. As planned, we arrived in the evening. The kids were having a lavish viking-style dinner at the party tables lined up in the garden, then they’d jump into the family-sized wading pool before heading to bed. Carlos would subtly interact with them all, giving out presents on the actual Spirit Festival day.
Surprisingly, Carlos remembered every single one of those two hundred kids—even me, who he sometimes forgets my own name—despite only seeing them once a year. Their faces, their names, even their preferences. It’s only natural that Cosmos would be drawn to someone so considerate.
And yeah, I couldn’t exactly watch over the kids…
“Alrighty-ho, everyone look alive! The Owner’s here!”
Cosmos said as she led me down the street in front of “Cosmos Headquarters,” practically dragging my arm. Suddenly, women from nearby shops and restaurants rushed out, looking flustered, and began closing up shop.
“Yep, we’re closed for today, closed for today!"
"Huh… what’s going on?"
"It’s a special occasion—Spirit Festival! We’ll see you next time!"
"Hey, wait, I’m still drinking here!”
The drunken customers were being shooed out one by one, glancing suspiciously at me and Cosmos as the source of the commotion.
“Why close up shop just for this…?"
"Well, all our affiliated shops are side hustles for courtesans, so it wouldn’t be fair if only the main branch got to participate!”
We were about to enter “Cosmos Headquarters,” which was a brothel, after all. So, I guess even the customers in the middle of a session would get kicked out depending on the situation. I wondered how that affected their reputation, but apparently, my presence turned it into some kind of “festival.”
That’s right. Now I’m the “Owner”—the ruler of this pleasure district centered around this brothel… or so Cosmos claims.
Though, to be fair, I haven’t contributed anything to the business, nor have I taken any profits.
Apparently, the moment I got Cosmos pregnant, I became her de facto husband (at least according to Tark’s laws), meaning the brothel was now legally mine, and I could take whatever courtesans I wanted.
I vaguely remember Cosmos saying something like that when she barged into my life, but I never thought it meant that literally.
And even though I don’t need to “sample” them—I’ve got plenty of female slaves and dragons to keep me company—Cosmos and her right-hand woman, Isabelle, have apparently issued a memo: “If you want to go on a spa trip with Polka, make sure you impress the Owner properly!” So now, whenever I come to Tark, I’m expected to entertain the courtesans here.
I always argue that if they wanted to go to Polka, they could just let me transport them without sucking up to me… but whatever. Most of the courtesans seem to get it, but regardless, there were apparently tons of them eager to challenge me—“the guy with Orga-level ejaculation volume, endless stamina, and the skill to make Cosmos and Isabelle ride a tricycle while still getting off without breaking a sweat.”
No wonder they’re all genuine sluts who love their jobs.
“Welcome back, Owner!”
“Hey, Isabelle, I was here just four months ago.”
“If you leave that much time in between visits, it’s fair to say ‘welcome back,’ yes? Here’s your Isabelle Coin for this visit.”
She handed me a heavy pouch full of coins with a clink.
I wonder if it even means anything anymore… Well, for the courtesans, they can probably exchange it for a decent amount of cash later.
“I don’t have time to use all this… and besides, I’m here with my kids to enjoy the Spirit Festival, so you know I can’t just hole up in the brothel the whole time, right?”
“We’re hoping you’ll change your mind!”
“The Isabelle I knew was stricter about running the brothel…”
My presence meant, as I’d seen earlier, that the brothel would be sacrificing potential income.
I thought Isabelle’s role was to try and prevent things like this from happening too often… but oh well.
“Hmm… well, even if we left things as they are, the business isn’t exactly struggling. The owner’s been bringing in the dough, after all.”
“I haven’t earned anything, though?”
“You’re earning, alright? You and Cosmos are keeping the economy pretty booming.”
”…The S&F Foundation thing?”
“That’s right.”
Eh. I was wondering where that money came from and where it went, and apparently some of it trickled down here.
Well, since I’ve been made ‘owner’ without even realizing it, maybe I’ve also become an investor without noticing… or something?
I’m torn. Honestly, the flow of money in that operation is completely beyond me, so I just leave the management to Cosmos, Irene, and Tete from the start.
Then, the whores, impatient as ever, butted in.
“Ow-Owner! If you wanna have fun with the kids, you should get hammered quick-like! How about a round with me? Huh? Come on, come on!”
“Domina, save it for later. It’s a pain to clear everyone out after you go wild.”
“What’s that? Orga-discrimination is no good, I think.”
“Owner, owner. Four newbies wanna go to Polka, so give ‘em the legit penetration exam, yeah?”
As always, they’re dressed in see-through outfits that barely qualify as clothes, but their bright energy makes them irresistible when they invite you for sex. It’s a welcome change for me, since I don’t really like gloomy atmospheres.
But anyway, today…
”…Ugh. Fine… here.”
I took out the Isabelle coin from my bag and tossed it back to the Isabelle in front of me. Ten coins.
”?”
“Isabelle, you’re not coming to Polka. I kinda wanna go all-out with you for once.”
Isabelle’s always stuck behind the scenes, doing paperwork and whatnot, no matter what she says.
But after being around her this long, you start to see the cute side of things, and besides…
”…You planning on cumming inside Isabelle ten times?”
“Hmm, well, a solid ten is fine.”
I leaned in close.
“I kinda wanna get Isabelle pregnant… How about a contraception override fee?”
Kids, please forgive your shameless father.
But I don’t know any other way to show special affection in this perverted space.
…And then, Isabelle’s baby face broke into a suddenly mature, sultry smile.
“Let me tell you something good. …I’ve been going at it bareback with the owner for five years now!”
“Then ten shots, straight up.”
”♪”
Even though it was a whisper, I wasn’t really trying to hide it that much.
The whores around us heard our exchange and started whistling and cheering.
The night at Cosmos Hombu passed in a spectacular fashion.
Or rather, we kept raging until pretty late the next morning.
Even in Polka, there are always a few courtesans taking a break, and they’d be willing to service me anytime if I wanted, but the situation of being able to screw around as much as I want at a brothel… it’s like mindlessly nibbling on merchandise in a store – strangely exhilarating.
Other places have been suggested too, like living here for a while and indulging in a life of sampling everything my heart desires… which might actually be appealing.
Well, yeah, but even I can’t exactly pretend that wouldn’t be a total descent into depravity.
Life at the Vapor Palace is practically the same, but since they’re at least making an effort to attend various festivals and such, I like to think I’m maintaining a slightly better facade here.
…So, I wandered through town and headed back to Carlos’s place, only to find the kids running around in the garden where the spirit festival setup was underway, with the dragons helping out and keeping an eye on the kids so they didn’t get caught in any construction accidents. It was a chaotic scene.
The kids were freely running between the stage and the cooking stoves being built, which made me nervous just watching, but before they could do anything truly dangerous, the dragons would instantly teleport over with incredible agility to stop them.
“Maybe I should lock them all up in the dorms so I don’t get in the way…”
“For the kids, seeing things like this is a valuable experience, Andy.”
“Nancy…?”
“It’s not always about being strict. Look, even Peter’s helping out.”
“That’s only because he was flattered by the maid.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being motivated by praise. And sometimes, you can discover your own talents and what you enjoy from it… Maybe Peter has a talent for architecture.”
“Talent for architecture from making stoves…?”
“It’s not something anyone can just slap together without thinking. The way he chooses the stones and stacks them shows real skill. I bet Diarne taught him some tricks.”
“…Maybe.”
Setup, huh?
…Come to think of it, the Polka festival setup always involves kids too.
Partly because they need the manpower, but maybe there’s also a purpose in passing down know-how and discovering talents like that.
…More than anything, I guess the point is that festivals are more fun when everyone—adults and kids alike—works together to make them happen.
“Well, speaking of which, the maids have been looking for you.”
“…Ah.”
“You probably know why. Good.”
Nancy’s words made me give a slightly awkward smile before I left… and headed toward the maids.
In Taruk at year’s end, the kids enjoy Onyx’s spirit festival party.
And I… well, I have Cosmo’s Headquarters.
“We’ve been waiting for you, Master.”
“…I still can’t help but wonder every time—why do they call me ‘Master’?”
“It’s a matter of the heart… please consider us your masters of the spirit.”
“That just makes it feel even more sinful.”
Inside the grounds, away from the setup commotion, is the Onyx maids’ exclusive dormitory.
When I was led inside, the roughly twenty maids inside were all in a shamelessly provocative state—bare aprons and headresses—and bowed in unison.
…Cosmo’s Headquarters, and this place, are my main destinations during Taruk’s spirit festival.
Or rather, I’m forced to spend hours here at both locations every year.
The Onyx Maid Brigade—the group most burdened with the difficult desire of “wanting their master to force them into sexual servitude.” Or rather, the troubling thing is that the majority (or minority, depending on how you look at it) of them are counting on me to put in a particularly depraved performance here.
“Sure, screwing around with maids has its appeal… but it’s also true that it’s not quite the same as forcing female slaves into maid outfits.”
I approached the line of dark elf maids and gestured with my fingers to keep them still, then circled behind them, stroking each one’s ass in turn.
“To think that most Onyx Maids are perverts who get off on this… Carlos must be having a rough time.”
I slapped the ass of the maid I’d been petting, and she let out a sultry scream.
“S-sorry… Master is just too idealistic…”
I don’t recall becoming your master.
“But… to have you indulge our desires like this… and yet still—”
The slapped ass… The head maid glared back at me with feverish eyes.
“A libido that never wanes even after repeatedly violating so many shameless maids… and the power to take us from Onyx if need be… someone with all that is rarely seen… ♪”
”…Theoretically, it might be possible, but I don’t want to fight with Carlos.”
Even as I said that, I knew I’d probably find a way to keep any resulting offspring under my control.
But I have to watch out for those two in particular. They’re practically “nieces”… So, first, I had the maids take turns giving me oral service while I sized them up. Carlos has several cousins—Rebecca’s aunts, actually.
…Both of them have already been screwed multiple times.
If I got them pregnant and ended up putting collars on them, Carlos wouldn’t be able to argue.
“By the way, you’re using contraception, right?”
“Of course, we’ve disabled it for everyone.”
“How did you know that was the right answer!?”
The head maid averted her eyes, and the other maids murmured among themselves.
“Eh, well… getting pregnant by Master after serving him is what being a maid’s all about, isn’t it…?”
“Yeah.”
“I heard the ones who go to Porca are just making babies normally…”
Why do you guys live so strongly in that direction? And I thought you were using contraception, so I was screwing around with the maids from Porca!
“They usually leave after three months when they come to Porca… but there aren’t any who are already pregnant, right?”
”…………”
Are there?
It seems there might be.
Well, she’s not Onyx-blooded, so it’s safe enough.
…No, it’s not safe. Why would you try to get pregnant in secret?
We’re almost always having sex, but the night of the Spirit Festival is the only time we’re free. The S&F Foundation’s work also takes place during the party, and there’s also the feeling of a father wanting to see his children happy.
…And.
“Now for tonight’s main event! Please enjoy the magnificent dance of the ‘Desert Jewel Butterfly’—Noor! Oh, Paula’s performing too? Ah, um… please enjoy their mother-daughter stage!”
Before Carlos could finish his flustered introduction, Noor and her only daughter, Paula, burst onto the stage.
“A Jewel Butterfly with a daughter!?”
“She had one!?”
The audience was stunned. And Paula, holding hands with Noor, wore a sexy outfit just like her mother despite being only eight years old, but unlike Noor’s sultry grace, she showed off cheerful steps while occasionally waving both hands at me with childlike innocence.
“Pa-pa!"
"…Wait, is that him?"
"The Obsidian Stallion Husband!”
…Yeah. That’s me.
I braced myself for the murderous glares of the men… but instead, the air shifted to something like, “Oh, it’s just him. Guess we can’t do much.”
Huh? Seriously? Is that okay with you guys?
“Well now, the fact that the master’s been seen gallivanting around with a dragon is common knowledge, after all."
"…I was still trying to keep it a secret, though."
"There’s plenty of indirect evidence, isn’t there? Besides, rumors of your achievements are starting to spread. They’re even singing about them in the taverns.”
“Seriously?”
I kinda wanna hear that.
…No. Given that his nickname is “Stallion Husband,” I doubt his achievements are being sung about in a particularly flattering way. Maybe it’s better not knowing.
And Paula, sharp as ever, noticed my distracted state.
“Pa-pa! Look at me properly! I’m gonna take my clothes off!"
"No, you’re not!”
An eight-year-old shouldn’t be drawing attention with striptease.
And Mom? Don’t you start doing that either. This is supposed to be a wholesome festival, okay?