Yuria, half-elf daughter to a human - An otherworld "purchasing" cheat item

It was lunchtime with my female friends on campus that got me thinking.

"But HOW did you get... well, knocked up back then, then?"

"In private," I flatly state, my half-elf ears bristling at the question. "Ask all you want - it's pointless. Years of fending off boys' advances has made me immune to lewd questions; I imagine they don't even know something as basic as how an elf can only ever be pregnant once. If I had a silver for each lusting idiot who's tried me anyway, I wouldn't even be touching my allowance."

"Come again, Yuria? Your allowance?"

"From my father, yes."

"Your dad still gives you an allowance at 23?"

"He didn't even start until I was 18. You'd think that's when you'd stop getting an allowance, not start, right?"

"Well, what about your own kid?"

"She's five - what would she spend it on?"

We all laughed at that, but the thought lingered in my head. My father's allowance, and my child...

Saint Provens Mageworks Academy is where my family's gone to study for hundreds of years, reputedly, and anyone would think us lucky - one of the most prestigious institutes in the kingdom, a wide variety of studies, and crucially for me, free around-the-clock childcare. I didn't know how my father afforded it, especially after my mother disappeared just as I entered adulthood, but I couldn't complain. Perhaps his "otherworld origins" he keeps joking about were what landed our family.

I flipped through my artificing course's textbook as we parted ways and I went home. We were studying historical artifacts this month - the stuff of legends, transpired objects like staves that throw you miles in the air, marbles that ignite anything they touch, pursestrings whose contents purchase eternal control, water phials that never run out... I was keen on this field myself, so it was all knowledge I devoured without question.

Returning home, my father greeted me in the foyer. "Afternoon, Yuria."

"Good afternoon, father." Yes, he was generous enough to fund my tuition, but it didn't change the fact that after hardly bonding much, we were a quite emotionally distant father and daughter. Not to mention his mannerisms were much more uncouth than you'd assume from our family's noble standing.

"Don't be so cold, Yuria - here, here's today's allowance, okay?" he offered, pulling coins out of his wallet.

"My allowance actually came up at lunch today," I muttered. "My friends find it strange."

"There's nothing strange about it! Here, take it!"

With a great sigh, I did. It was that same strange currency, which I had learned to count fairly quickly after he'd started giving me it at 18. The total value never changed, but the foreign metal composition of the coins at least made for decent exchange at the jewellers.

My father snapped his wallet shut with a pronounced thud - the way it rang out was always sharper in my ears than a wallet had any right to be. Awful thing.

"Now, let's get down to business, okay?"

I sighed, stowing the money in my pocket. "What business?"

"Literal business! You know the drill, I've told you this every single day since your 18th birthday. You see, as me and my wallet see it, everything has an objective worth attached to it. When it comes to metaphysical things, human things - when you can snap up someone's memories, or where they'll be physically located in a few minutes, that's when things get interesting. Sure, it costs money, but some things are worth it. And today I'd like to buy... well, for starters, five hours of your time."

The scenery changed suddenly, I thudded against a hard surface, and blinked a few times as I got my bearings. I was lying on the grand dining table in the hall dusk, my clothes dishevelled and soaked in male seed. My mouth and both my front and back holes had been extensively violated.

"Oops, time's up. You see, Yuria? It's incredible being able to purchase anything - I can make you skip whole hours of your life."

"During which time you happily **** your own helpless daughter whose mind had ceased to exist?"

"Hey, I could move you about and pose you however I wanted, and you'd just be frozen in the air - it was REALLY hot, how could I not? Banging my own personal daughter-onahole while she spreads her legs in midair for me and lets me pour my cum into her without arguing? Turning her upside down so my boner can thrust straight up into her throat-pussy without any complaining about needing to breathe? Think about it, it's like heaven for a guy!"

"You're the worst father ever. It's no wonder you were so happy to inseminate me in front of my mother the night before her disappearance."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I actually did the same to her."

"That's no secret, father. I know the family history - every descendant has been a woman who bears a child at 18 years and nine months, sired by you. She then grows into adulthood, whereupon you ravage her without a care, and fuck your next daughter into her while you're at it. I know that for centuries, us women have been born to mothers who live to be used for your own pleasure, and come our age, you turn to the next female in your lineage, paint our wombs with the semen that made the body they grow in, and **** us to create the next womb in line. I'm sure that my Miria will grow up to be impregnated by that same seed herself..."

"It's a wonderful thing, isn't it! Isn't it great that your lives are solved, just being cumdumps for me that generate more cumdumps for free?"

"For free! Ha! I don't understand - you purchased this mansion. You purchased the space it occupies as a domain where none can act on the plights that happen within. You purchased eternal youth. Why have you stopped there for centuries? Did your ambitions truly only go as far as one day having me?"

"Well, this thing's not bottomless, see, and those first three you mentioned were pretty expensive, plus this thing needs to consume living souls to generate more, and I'm not really built to be an adventurer..."

"And yet you can afford my tuition? Afford to throw money at using your own self-seeded lineage of half-elven offspring as your domestic sextoys?"

"Well, it's the strangest thing. When I first landed here, I got myself settled in, but even though I'd started with more money than I'd ever seen before, the stuff I'd bought came with so many zeroes in the prices that I could actually count what I had left over just by thumbing through it. Everywhere I looked, it was way beyond my budget. Except..."

He pulled out his wallet again and gestured it at me as I sat up, my naked legs and violated pussy hanging off the edge of the table as my father's despicable human cum soaked into my holes.

"It kind of turns out women are worthless. Like, actually, they're the only things that cost this little. Out of everything I can buy in this world with this item, girls come at such a low price, I thought it was a bug at first. Doing anything to another guy? I could work for years at my old part-time job and never make a fraction of that cost. But as long as it's female... well, I'm guessing you've counted how much your daily allowance is, Yuria?"

I nodded. Every day, the coins he gave me totalled to ¥150.

"Yeah, no matter how powerful or rich or strong or smart they are, no matter how much they do, how hard they try or how much they make their lives mean to other people? A kind bakery onee-san with massive boobs, a knight-commander that slaughters hundreds of monsters a day while dressed in slutty armor that leaves her crotch open while she's asleep - even the invincible halfling queen of a kingdom of millions giving a speech to her people from her castle balcony as a human male pounds her shitter in the open air, then plunges his dick that came freshly out of her ass straight into her shortstack womb and ceremonially knocks her up with a half-race baby, all while her loving subjects watch her being **** after I purchased away her ability to 'be in trouble' one last time? Yeah, according to this universe, women are actually worth about as much as gum on a pavement. Really, it's insane how you're all walking around with your sexy bodies still being treated equally in society, when this thing says that you females are collectively as good as loose change compared to what it takes to buy the lock on the bathroom door open. The church's mages can bunch up and take me on at once, but they can't resist the fact that having their holy baby chambers bought out, twitching and ready for cock costs about as much as the train fare."

"..."

"Actually, I should do that next. What? I've got better things to do than wait for the half-elf cumdumps I keep injecting the same human genes into to come home. I've got a whole world to conquer!"

"I... honestly could not take any of that in."

"Hey, that's alright, you're not the smartest daughter I've had. Who was she? Uh, I fucked her to make Piria, then her kid was Erona, who was your mom, so that makes her your great-grandmother? Anyway, she understood this basically as I taught her. Actually, if I remember right, she understood so well that her mind broke really badly and she turned straight from Elven history to campaigning for the reduction of female rights."

"This... no, I'm sorry, it's still gibberish."

I climbed off the dining table, stirring with thoughts that barely formed revelations and that I'd likely soon give up on trying to sort out in my head.

"Oh, by the way, I just buy out the school's accountants and make them write down that our fees are paid. Shame it's only a once-a-year trip, but who knew a fantasy world would still have office ladies?"

"...I have one more question."

"What is it, my adorable Yuria?"

"What happens to our mothers?"

"Oh, well, remember when I said the wallet feeds on living souls? Yeah, turns out I get a pretty consistent top-up to work with if I just give it your mother's personality to suck out after I'm done with her and you're ready to fuck. Don't worry, your mom Erona's still alive, she's just known as an empty warm sex doll now with no memories or will left inside her. Good thing you elves live so long - Erona'll make a great living semen toilet for years to come, and so will you, Yuria."

"My mother's an... empty semen toilet?" I stared down at my own belly that had borne its sole fertilization to my father, who had apparently been exploiting for centuries that females were intrinsically worth so little as to be less than the commonplace wares they walked among.

"Hey, hey, don't get down! Come on, we're in a fantasy setting, stuff like this always happens!"

...He was cracking his otherworlder jokes again. I sighed, weary with the absurd information that had been thrown at me, and heaved myself off the dining table.

Leaving my pervert of a father behind, I paced through the corridors towards my bedroom in a moody sulk, helped none by him catching up to me. Startlingly, though, my low mood actually seemed to arouse some genuine semblance of parental concern in him.

It came in the form of a pat on the head. "Yeah, I know, it might be a lot to take in."

"...Mm."

"Actually, come to mention, I heard a report about a half-elf woman being rescued from a den of goblins not too long ago."

I nodded for him to go on.

"And you see, forever ago, I knocked up this random wandering elf cleric - was she an adventurer? I think she was Lv. 99 on some important quest? Her spell list was pretty bad, though - anyway, that was the first kid I had, and the report's description kinda matched her. I remember the convoy I sold her off to got wrecked in the wild, so maybe she was just getting dragged around and fucked by monsters all these centuries? So maybe all you girls get my eternal youth!"

"...Eternal youth, huh?" It was a holy grail of magecraft, for sure.

"That's great, tell you what, I'll be sure to find where Erona's ended up and sell you alongside her as a mother-daughter set. And hey, that means Miria will be all grown up too, so maybe I can bring her along on a trip and she can get knocked up next to the erotic cumdump half-elves that ended up giving birth to her! Wouldn't that be nice?"

"...That would be nice, yeah," I murmured with a faint smile.