A few days before the Spirit Festival, a “hut” carrying numerous children from the private Polka Academy will take flight. My “Bedroom”—the only exception—is an aircraft commonly known as a “flying children’s room,” equipped with six triple-tier bunks. It is primarily used for mass transportation of the children.
The standard capacity is one child per bed, with each hut designed to hold 18 people. However, since they are children, it’s not entirely unreasonable to fit two or three on a single bed if necessary. Thus, the maximum capacity is set at around 40 individuals.
In practice, there is ample room in terms of the number of dragons available for deployment, and it rarely becomes necessary to pack them so tightly. These figures are merely design specifications.
The opportunity to fully utilize such huts occurs only once a year—on this winter day. During the summer Spirit Festival, we do not transport the children, nor do we move them en masse during Polka Academy’s opening or closing ceremonies.
“Everyone, confirm that all doors and windows are secured.” After verifying that the children have boarded, I also instruct each dragon carrying them to perform a security check.
A few years ago, one of the children fell from a hut mid-flight while attempting to urinate. Fortunately, another dragon intervened and prevented a fatal crash. Since then, cover locks enchanted with magic have been installed to strictly seal all windows and doors during flight.
Children are too flexible; they occasionally do things utterly unpredictable. But there’s no need to worry excessively.
“Confirmed.”
“Check complete.”
“I’ve verified this one as well.”
“It’s properly closed.”
The dragons are thorough in their duties. Even with all these precautions, unforeseen incidents can still occur, which is why it has become standard practice to dispatch a lone scout dragon at the rear of the formation carrying nothing. This time, I’m entrusting that role to Silver Dragon Solis-chan.
“Typically, we descend for a toilet break every hour. Even so, some children still manage to leak accidents occasionally. Well, they’re kids, after all. There’s no help for it.” When transporting only adults, breaks are scheduled every two or three hours. But when flying with children, extra care is taken.
During each break, a few children wander aimlessly and fail to return promptly. However, since I’ve reminded each responsible dragon to stay vigilant, they rarely get completely lost. Occasionally, someone as stubborn as Frena might genuinely cut loose (and right now, she’s the only one). In such cases, we simply leave them behind temporarily, move to the next base, and then go back to retrieve them. As expected, they cry thinking they’ve been abandoned. After all, they’re children. Yes.
Since then, whenever Frena travels in the “children’s room,” Nea has always boarded the same hut with her to ensure no one escapes.
“Alright, let’s take off. We’ll reach Basson tonight and Tark by tomorrow evening. Even if we’re slightly delayed, there’s no problem. Be flexible as usual.” As always, I confirm the itinerary with the dragons.
Since the crew of transport dragons is determined by lottery and changes slightly each time, I must issue detailed commands every single trip.
This time, half of the transport team consists of my personal subordinate dragons, while the remainder are dispatched from both Crystal Palace and Misty Palace—more like a special mission squad.
The subordinates not selected for transport naturally remain in my “Bedroom,” devoted entirely to entertaining me.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been carried around while lying down.”
“I could fly alongside Solis-chan if you’d like.”
“Hmm. I’m not opposed to taking it easy.”
Inside the “Bedroom,” Leila lies happily on her bed, smiling.
There are also several female slaves, courtesans from “Cosmos Shop” returning to Tark despite not being classified as slaves, and maids from the Maid Corps—around ten people in total. The space is somewhat cramped for everyone to stretch out fully, so some sit along the edges of the beds or on the wardrobe benches. Nevertheless, it’s already an established rule that everyone is either completely naked or semi-naked.
And among them is Elenia as well.
”…What?”
“I was hoping you’d join the children’s room instead.”
“No way. It’s fine either way… I-I mean, even if Andy’s having sex, it doesn’t bother me at all!”
”…Awkward.”
My beloved daughter, with bright golden hair and a bob cut slightly longer on one side. Her slender frame is typical of a young teenager; though she’s still growing, her chest already hints at the voluptuous proportions of her mother, bringing me such joy… well, no, as a father I shouldn’t look at things that way, but hey, yes. If she keeps developing like this, men will be instantly captivated.
Watching my daughter bravely stand up to the glamorous dragons and dark elves around her, while also struggling against the sheer impact of her own mother’s nudity… it’s just so endearing.
“But I suppose having real sex with Dad in front of our daughter is a bit embarrassing, isn’t it?”
“Can we really just call it ‘embarrassing,’ Selen…?”
“But wouldn’t you want to make a sister for Elenia?”
“No, why decide on a sister? Wouldn’t a brother be fine too?”
“I just have a feeling she’ll end up being a girl again.”
Even as she says she’s embarrassed, Selen boldly wraps her arms around me without hesitation and kisses my cheek. Of course, completely naked. In front of our daughter, she’s fully embracing her feminine side. Like Selen, most of the female slaves aren’t satisfied with having given birth once; they’re far from ready to stop breeding. They’re eager for more. Ten years or so might seem like a long interval when it comes to procreation with elves or dragons, but for humans, that age gap would make them siblings. Yet for elves, it’s barely noticeable—almost like having children just a year apart. That’s why Neia, who’s struggling with Frena, and Luna, who already has six children, are still continuing their breeding efforts. They’re both active and ready partners… “If I don’t try my best, Elenia might end up taking Dad away from me! ♪” She boldly declares herself a rival in front of our daughter.
…Well, is that really okay, Selen?
“That’s wonderful—I’d love for us to grow up this harmoniously.”
Cosmos places her hand on her cheek and looks wistfully at Selen and Elenia.
”…Are there signs that we’re not so harmonious?”
“Papa prefers Carlos over me,” Anemone said. Children are easily deceived by those who give them gifts…
“Well, isn’t that healthy?”
“Primula properly understands the charm of Dad’s…”
“Wait. What are you teaching Primula, Cosmos? She’s only four!”
I can’t believe it. I thought she had a decent sense of balance overall, even if she’s slightly off-kilter.
“It’s unavoidable that my daughter realizes ‘a man’s charm lies more in his genitals than his face,’ isn’t it?”
“I think there’s a problem with that.”
And honestly, toddlers falling in love with their father’s penis are truly unacceptable. She hasn’t even fully developed her mind yet, which is why she lives within the Vaper Palace.
“Hmph. If you waste time on such absurd debates, we’ll miss our next rest stop before I can even finish ejaculating. Better get started right away!” Laila teases us with those words. However, regarding child-rearing policies—especially when it comes to this abnormal direction of sex education—we really need to have a serious and thorough discussion.
…As I turn back toward Cosmos, Elenia speaks in a low voice.
“Andi, stop bringing up all this stuff now that you’ve gone this far. It’s gross.”
“Ugh…”
I crumble under her words.
When my daughter calls me “gross,” it’s an unconditional curse that fathers inevitably fall victim to… and she just casually used it!
No, I understand. Yes. It’s clear that a man who has gathered ten other women besides his spouse, all completely naked, and then—despite having nothing better to do—decides to make babies with them as a way to kill time, would have zero credibility if he started talking about morals or anything like that. I get it.
In fact, it might be easier for him to just accept everything with open-mindedness, saying something like, “Whether it’s my daughter or anyone else doesn’t matter; if you want to sleep with them, go ahead and take them all!” That kind of domineering attitude would probably make things simpler.
But here’s the thing: as human beings, I truly believe there are certain lines we must not cross. No matter how twisted the situation may be, we cannot simply choose to ignore it. There will always be issues like this that demand attention.
“Yes, yes. We understand, Mr. Andy. Both Selen and I know very well that you’re thinking carefully about your daughter’s future.”
Selen helped me up as she spoke.
“That aside, since you’ve made up your mind and come along with us… ne~♪”
I have a feeling she doesn’t really get it…
“Come on, come on, El-chan. You’ve already done oral sex, right? Shouldn’t Mom see where things can go properly?”
”…Is that okay?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. Dad’s penis won’t get soft after just one or two times~♪”
While engaging in a highly questionable exchange between mother and daughter, in the center of the cabin as it lifted off, the father extended his erection before his daughter’s eyes. Meanwhile, the mother watched with a smile as her daughter began to take it into her mouth.
And not only the mother, but also Ms. Cosmos, Lyra, and all the other escorts and maids on board were watching intently. Hesitantly, Elenia got on all fours and started sucking the glans, caressing it within her mouth.
“Do your best, El-chan!”
“That’s the spirit, keep going. Don’t rush your pace; overexerting yourself will only delay your finish~”
Her cheers were oddly precise advice. Maybe because they’re escorts from the Cosmos household?
Listening to them, Elenia swayed her slender naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out pained whimpers while continuing to serve him bravely.
…Or rather, I’d like everyone to forgive my pathetic father, whose stamina drops by half just from being sucked off by Elenia.
Please understand that there’s so much love behind it. In truth, he doesn’t possess any particularly amazing techniques, but an intense mix of guilt, taboo, and gratitude has merged together, turning every single stroke into a storm of emotions that amplifies the stimulation of his penis to deadly levels. It’s not even half; it’s more than half. Or perhaps even more than that.
As a result, before I could even get sucked onto my penis for long, I let out an undignified cry and suddenly tensed up in a strange way, forcing myself to hold back.
“Aaaah… El, this is bad… It’s coming, I can’t hold it anymore… Aaaah!”
I haven’t grown at all. I feel like this happened last time too.
Then Elenia pulled her mouth away for a moment, licked her lips with her tongue, and said:
“Go ahead, premature dad~♪”
Emphasizing “dad” only at times like this, she kissed his penis again.
“Eeek…!”
I couldn’t hold it and ejaculated. Directing the semen toward my daughter’s throat, I sprayed it forcefully and generously.
”…Ugh… Really, when El-chan licks me, I become premature~”
Selen chuckled bitterly as she used two fingers to scoop up the semen overflowing from the corner of her daughter’s lips and licked it off without any hesitation.
“Well then, may Mom get to make a baby next?”
“Eheh… W-wait, are you planning to use your daughter’s oral sex as foreplay…?”
A twisted struggle for possession between mother and son. Meanwhile, the fellow passengers watched with smiles while subtly glancing at me to signal that it was my turn next.
Restroom breaks occur once every hour. A slow pace with a large group.
Until Tark… there’s still a long way to go.