That camping trip to the Northern Forest I took with Floria. Since it was a relative success, I got a bit of a taste for it myself, and I’ve been busy making various things in the workshop in preparation for the next trip.
For the tent, I significantly improved both portability and livability by applying engraved runes to Elven cloth. While the weather in the forest rarely breaks violently, I finished a tent that can withstand even a torrential thunderstorm without much concern. By applying sound-dasting runes between the double structure of the roof and ceiling, the heavy rain hitting the roof doesn’t echo inside; additionally, by placing a specially developed ultra-lightweight carpet on the floor, you can nap deeply even on rocky, uneven ground.
Furthermore, I spent a long time developing a campfire set. Lyra told me, “You don’t need to make such things; just leave it to me and I’ll show you how to prepare as much fire as you want without needing fuel,” but that’s not the point. Tending to a fire under the starry sky is a man’s romantic ideal. That being said, I implemented runes on the surface of fireproof cloth to gently guide air, realizing a “lazy” campfire structure that constantly feeds air into the flames without the need for a complex, engineered stove.
I also went through numerous prototypes for a simple, easy-assembly pot stand, using the same wood found in the structural components of the “Spear Room.” I redesigned it meticulously so that even a child could assemble it from a bundle of sticks in five minutes. And of course, for the wood-splitting machetes, I mobilized all my knowledge and experience as a blacksmith to pursue maximum durability and sharpness, producing several magnificent masterpieces. Lanz, who was moved after testing them, advised me, “Selling these normally would definitely be more profitable than forging swords for combat,” but these are for my camping trips with the children. I have no intention of selling them. …Besides, since I’m using rare metals gifted by the Silver Dragon, mass production would be difficult.
I continue to invent and pile up various other items, such as beast-deterrent nets made of “Silk Chains” and portable shovels convenient for digging. Don’t say, “You won’t need those if you have a mobile hut of the ‘Spear Room’ standard and a dragon.” I want to enjoy camping as a leisure activity with the children. I’m sure there are other children besides Floria who will find it fun.
Since the opportunity to use them hadn’t come along for quite a while, I decided to organize a camping event myself. I’m only inviting the relatively older children. If they are too young, I worry about them handling fire and blades. Even if they can be healed instantly by the Holy Spring, I don’t want to give children painful memories that they’ll hate. …And I am concerned that the looks Diane-san and Hilda-san are giving me are incredibly patronizing. “What is it? Is there a problem with the camping event?” “I just thought, ‘Ah, there comes a time when men get obsessed with such things.’ My brothers and former subordinates used to suffer from these ‘outbreaks’ too. Camping, treehouses, fishing…” “It feels so… boyish! ☆” To long-lived species like them, they understand that no matter how old I get, I am still a child. However, that stings just a little bit. No, that’s not it. It’s not merely that I want to do this. You see, when you stay overnight in a mobile hut style, if there’s nothing to do, it tends to veer toward how to have a massive orgy with the female slaves, doesn’t it? I think having a sense of leisure with a moderate purpose and experience is important. That’s what I want to propose.
And so. The venue for this occasion is the territory of the Red Clan. I chose a region where the trees are relatively sparse and visibility is good, with less worry about monsters appearing. Also, even if the children happen to wander away from the campsite, there is a steady flow of people because it’s near the road to the Holy Beast Labyrinth, so the probability of finding them is high. …Well, I don’t think getting lost is likely if you’re traveling with multiple dragons, but just in case.
“Welcome.” And Blakecore, who had been notified, came to visit. Since it is reasonably close to the Labyrinth (though, of course, not so close that the children might accidentally stumble into it), it seems to be a place he can visit without much exhaustion. “I heard you are enjoying the wild. Should I ask Diel to bring something delicious?” “No, I want the children to enjoy themselves, including the food preparation. We’ll do delicious food another time.” “Hmm. I see that for those living in the city, camping can be a form of play.” “Is that unexpected?” “For Elves, camping is more deeply rooted in daily life… I think the sensation is a bit different. It is rare to see someone enjoy it as a deliberate pastime.” Come to think of it, some of the Northern Elves live outdoors constantly. So, they might not perceive camping—or rather, sleeping rough—as a special experience.
“This is our castle! Listen, Huey! Lyle! Claue! Don’t you dare bring the women in here!” With a tent he had immediately set up at his back, Peter was acting like a leader toward Claudio and Beatrice’s sons. And Elenia watched this with cold, unimpressed eyes.
“I wasn’t going to enter even if you told me to… and don’t you dare come into this tent, either,” I muttered.
In response, Peter tilted his head with a ”?” expression.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong’?! What is wrong with your sense of boundaries!?”
“We’re going to be bored tonight anyway, right? Let’s just hang out over there.”
“Aren’t you supposed to say something like, ‘Come to our tent!’ instead!?”
“That’s why this is our ‘castle.’ Don’t you get it? A castle isn’t something you can just invade so easily.”
“I don’t care about whatever settings are running through your head… If a girl enters this tent, I’ll kill you, okay? With poison.”
“Why poison?! Shouldn’t it be something like a punch or a blade!?”
“I feel like if I just punched or slashed you, the Spirit Spring might just make it like it never happened.”
“Aiming for guaranteed lethal damage is terrifying…”
“That’s why I’m telling you: don’t enter if you don’t want to die. If you just want to play, stay outside.”
Elenia, the female leader, and Peter, the male leader. No matter how you look at it, Elenia looks like the older sister, but in reality, Peter, the half-dwarf, is the older brother.
Perhaps taking that ambiguity into account, Elenia no longer calls Peter “Onii-chan.” She used to when we were kids, though. …It’s not like that time when she suddenly stopped calling me “Papa.” At least, I hope not.
I was in the adult tent with Maia, Emma, Leda, and the others. Lyra wasn’t here today; she was traveling south with Nalis. Since the children were nearby, I couldn’t start getting any lewd stuff going. Today, I was strictly on chaperone duty. I tended the fire, and as dusk fell, I set up the support poles and stretched out the beast-repellent netting. The netting had a diameter of about 30 meters. I thought that should be enough, but once you encompass all three tents, it’s a tight fit. Should I make it longer, or perhaps make a second one? Then again, I shouldn’t use up “Silk Chains” too recklessly. It’s a useful material that can be used for plenty of other things, and besides, beast-repellent netting is meaningless when you have three dragons around anyway—it’s nothing more than “I decided to try it out since I had the chance.” My camp set is designed to handle various situations, including scenes where dragons aren’t present. To be honest, I wonder if there will even be a time in my life when dragons aren’t by my side, but well, someone else might use it. Perhaps. If you ask me, “In what situation?” I’d be at a loss, so let’s just leave it at that.
“At any rate, I’m glad they seem to be having fun,” I muttered while tidying the firewood for the bonfire. Until a moment ago, Peter and his three younger brothers were frolicking, joking around, and tickling each other, but things had quieted down as midnight approached. I thought they had grown quite a bit, but I realized they’re still just children. That way of making a massive ruckus and then suddenly dropping off to sleep is uniquely characteristic of kids. …And then.
”…Papa♪”
Kei-chan, the dark elf, poked her head out from the girls’ tent and beckoned me.
“What is it? Did something happen?”
“Just come. Come quietly♪”
”…Why?”
I braced myself, feeling a bad premonition. No, surely not.
“Because Peter-san and the others might wake up♪”
”…Do you have some kind of secret to tell? Also, am I allowed to enter? Am I going to be poisoned to death?”
“It’ll be fine♪”
Unable to ignore her, I poked my head into the girls’ tent. And then, I was instantly pulled inside by the girls waiting within.
“Wha—!?” “Hellooo! Welcome, Papa~♪” Elenia and Kei-chan were straddling me as I tumbled in. Completely naked. “Even if Peter and the others can’t get in, this is way too open!” “It’s fine, it’s fine♪ I just cover-locked the entrance, and I even learned soundproofing magic♪” She is way too eager. No, wait a second. Even if I concede a hundred steps to the idea of doing it with Ele or Kei-chan… even if I concede two hundred steps to Frena, who has started undressing while looking a bit anxious, as if asking, “Are we really doing this…?” Floria is also inside the tent. Though she has fallen for Ele and the others’ lie that “marrying Papa is our family tradition,” she is still, for the time being, on the wholesome side. “We can’t go all the way in front of Ria, can we!?” “Ehh? We do it in the palace while the other little kids are watching all the time.” “But it’s too early to show Ria the dirty stuff! Narys will be furious!” “It’s fine as long as we don’t tell. Right, Ria?♪” “U-uuu… I-I won’t tell.” “As an older sister, you need to act more like you’re protecting your sibling!” “It’s okay.” With both her and Elenia pulling at my pants, Kei-chan said with a bright smile, “Because eventually, everyone is going to become Papa’s personal onahole♪” “I’ve thought this for a while, but Kei-chan, your erotic ideology is way too extreme! It’s dangerous!” “But Ria-san wants to watch, too, you know? Watching us use our onaholes…♪” “P-Papa and Mama will hide it from you!” ”…S-sorry. I know you hate being left out. But look, I’m not hiding it because you’re a bad girl, Ria. If anything, these three are the bad ones, okay?” “Ehh? Papa, you think of us as bad girls?” “Is it because our pussy skills are lacking?” Elenia and Kei-chan feigned innocence. Frena, reaching for her final pair of panties, added: “Well, I don’t care if it’s bad or not♪ As long as I can become Papa’s onahole♪” “I-is… that really okay?” “The first time we did it, it was so good I almost thanked the mother who gave birth to me♪” She is a wicked older sister, doing her absolute best to corrupt Floria. “Papa ejaculates so many, many times, so from now on, all of us are going to have our pussies turned into messy, semen-drenched holes… and I think we’re going to make some pretty intense faces. So watch closely… because this is what it feels like to experience a woman’s true happiness♪” In the dim light of the tent, my biological daughter slid off her last piece of clothing, delivering a lewd monologue about the bliss of being violated by her father. The three females spread their legs, inviting him to mate. Even with their brothers sleeping just a few meters away, they could not resist their twisted feminine instincts. “Papa… give me your cock, please?” “Please let me serve Papa’s cock deep inside my pussy again today♪” “You can impregnate me…♪” ”…Ria. I am so sorry… for having a father like this…” In front of my pure-hearted daughter, who watched with intense curiosity while covering her mouth. I thrust my manhood into my sisters’ fleshly holes. And I began to show them the full-force mating of their older sisters.
“Nngh……♪” What floated in Floria’s eyes was a hint of fear, intense curiosity, and the intoxication of an abnormal situation. ……I’m sorry. I am truly, truly sorry. And there are three dragons. Please, just pretend you didn’t notice.
The next morning. “Hey! Wake up, Ele, Frena! ……Huh, it won’t open.” Even though it was morning, I was still continuing my rotation with the three of them. While I was in the middle of taking Elenia from behind, Peter called out to me from outside the tent, and I was scared to death. Before I could figure out what to do, Maia grabbed Peter by the scruff of his neck, lifted him up, and dragged him away. “Wha—Waaaah!? What was that for?! Hey, talk to me! Maia! Maia-san!?” “…………” Whether she found explaining it too much of a hassle, or thought any attempt at a cover-up would fall apart, Maia simply walked away from the tent without a word. “……Uh, Ele. Did you… did you actually use the Audio Illusion spell?” “……I forgot……” “Hey!?” I felt bad even trying to call her out, considering I had pumped enough semen into the girls to make all three of them unable to get out of bed. “……More importantly, it smells incredibly bad……” “I-I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Ria.” For Ria, who was stuck in a position where she couldn’t even move, I had nothing left to do but apologize.
Though we managed to settle things somehow, with the help of the dragons… “……I think that was a bit too bold. Even with us right there, doing that was……” Claudio said to me with a deeply conflicted expression. Peter didn’t seem to realize what had happened, but it seemed Claudio had sensed everything. “Please believe me. All Papa wanted was for you all to have fun at the camp.” “……It’s not that I don’t believe you, but I think you should have anticipated the level of lewdness from Ele-chan and the others a bit more.” “……You are quite right, sir.” I am truly a failure of a father. I am so, so sorry. And as for Floria… “……It was a powerful smell. ……But, it’s a smell I sort of recognize.” She left me with a deeply troubling comment. ……I wonder if there was ever a morning where the scent lingered on Naris, too. “……I’m going to end up like that eventually, too.” “You really don’t have to become like that, I promise.” Please, I beg of you, don’t look at me with such a face of resigned fate. I mean it.