“Andy Coin.” It’s an internal currency modeled after Ms. Izabel’s “Izabel Coin” from Cosmos Honpo, created exclusively for my own circle. Well, not exactly a currency—it’s more like a service voucher. Whenever I’m presented with this, I’m expected to create something and hand it over, or perhaps move a dragon to support a trip.
Lately, there’s been a popular workaround where people present this coin and demand, “Make me some babies♪“—but unless the recipient is as sexually voracious as Ms. Cosmos or Ms. Hilda, or possesses a dragon capable of sustaining such activity for long periods, it simply isn’t sustainable. I’d like everyone to understand that using it this way is wasteful. Even under normal circumstances, if asked, I’ll provide satisfying sex. Besides, Ms. Hilda herself has pointed out that my ejaculation volume doesn’t significantly alter pregnancy odds even without multiple rounds.
Anyway, regarding these “Andy Coins,” transfers to others are permitted. Surely some female slaves wouldn’t find much appeal in a handmade item like this and would prefer to cash it out; similarly, external daughters might also see greater value in converting them into money. Vapor Palace accommodates not only female slaves and dragons but also northern elves, Onyx Maidens, cat colony girls, courtesans from Cosmos Honpo, and others. There are cases where coins need to be given to such individuals, so I believe it’s reasonable for wealthy female slaves to purchase the right to do so. Well, I had anticipated something along those lines.
“Papa, look!”
”…Why do you have this, Ria?”
“Mommy gave it to me on my birthday!”
”…?”
Floria. Naris’s daughter. Seven years old. Naris is one of the relatively few female slaves who heavily uses these coins (primarily for sightseeing and adventure travel shuttles), so she’d likely use them herself rather than give them to her child. But how did she manage to set aside enough specifically for Floria? I recall it cost quite a bit to buy from other children. And why would she give it to her child in the first place? Especially lately, most submissions are for erotic purposes, so I brace myself wondering if Naris has finally succumbed to madness, trying to teach her daughter something lewd under the guise of “father’s body.”
“If I show this, we can go anywhere Papa wants, right?”
”…Eh, ah, yes… Yeah, that’s true.”
Technically, there’s no condition attached regarding “with Papa,” but since my own child is asking, I won’t object to accompanying her.
“I want to enter the Northern Forest! They say Christmasma Village is so beautiful!”
”…Ah, I see…”
Naris is an elf from the Southern Great Plains, so as her daughter, Floria is considered an “outsider” regarding the forest.
While things have recently relaxed enough that half-elves like Anzeros or children of forest elves can pass through without issue, Floria was raised outside the Palace and thus still lacks proper ties to the forest. Even if someone takes her there, potential companions are scarce.
I just realized Naris has had few allies in many ways… I feel a pang of regret.
“Papa’s been there too, hasn’t he?”
“Well, several times…”
“Take me! I’ll give you kisses!”
“Alright, leave it to me.”
No, let me clarify upfront: I absolutely do not feel any sexual attraction toward Floria. Wouldn’t a father naturally be motivated to kiss his daughter if asked? Besides, the Sakura Clan’s atmosphere is already quite relaxed among the Nine Clans’ territories—second only to Crimson, Azure, and White. When silver passes through, people are more concerned about being stared at than anything else.
”…As for why Blue is more relaxed than White, it’s because I ended up creating the great-grandson of Elder Voice from our own clan. Our clan has always been one that doesn’t worry about trivial matters, but now I’m practically treated as part of Elder Voice’s family. At recent clan meetings, it seems Elder Voice is completely acting as a guardian to Irina.
It’s truly fortunate, but am I really the one who’s been tearing this forest apart all by myself? Well, that’s beside the point.”
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I arrange an appointment with Kristie. Kristie gave birth almost at the same time as Naris, and their child was named Wedge—a boy.
As is customary among those in power, raising his child alongside other commoner children within the palace wasn’t approved by his family. Despite being a half-elf, he’s been raised since infancy at the clan estate, visiting only occasionally.
Every time he comes, he appears flustered by the palace’s all-nude paradise atmosphere, prompting the amused cats and courtesans to pester and fondle him relentlessly. I worry this might warp his future development. Kristie believes it’s better not to hide the fact that he’s someone like that, so she’s quietly observing Wedge’s experiences for now.
Enough of that.
“Since that’s how things stand, I’d like to take Ria on a two-night trip to Sakura’s territory.”
“You could just bring her along normally, couldn’t you?”
“I’ve been given a coin, so I need to put together a proper plan. We decided this coin holds enough value to even move dragons; if I settle for a half-hearted outing plan, it’ll affect future trust. …I’m thinking of using no teleportation arrays and flying directly with the dragon all the way to Sakura.”
“That would require informing other clans beforehand, wouldn’t it? They’d surely question what’s going on…”
Kristie seems satisfied with this arrangement.
The barrier within the Northern Forest is vast. Without using teleportation arrays, traveling even to Lake Celesta or Lake Valery becomes a major expedition. My plan: take Ria, who wishes to see beautiful scenery, and fly her through the forest from above until we reach Sakura’s territory.
“Truly extravagant…”
“After all, Ria is a dragon rider’s child too; letting her experience that isn’t a bad thing, is it?”
“No, but having you exclusively use a dragon for just one coin…”
”…You mean that?”
“I recall Emma proposed using dragons to reduce your burden when the coins were introduced.”
”…Oh right, I remember now.”
The burdens the dragons were meant to shoulder aren’t being shouldered at all. Instead, they’re being doubled up on you.
“I-I know, but still, I want to actively respond to such requests. After all, Ria is my proper daughter. Sure, she might be one of hundreds, but that doesn’t mean we can treat her lightly.”
“I’m not saying ‘don’t do it’; I’m only calling it extravagant.”
Still, Kristie raises a finger.
“We female slaves understand, but if the children complain… calming them down will be difficult.”
”…Uh, yes.”
The female slaves uphold my status, maintaining appearances that all interactions with them stem solely from my personal whims and free will. If their demands endlessly surpass my intentions and overwhelm me, eroding my very motivation, then it would be pointless in the end.
As for these restrained female slaves, what happens when the children make various requests of me? Of course, as children, they have the right to speak up. And if their content is utterly unreasonable, rejecting them is part of a parent’s duty. Surely there’s always a way to handle it… though with hundreds of them, managing tasks that should be carefully considered within the narrow scope of a parent-child relationship becomes nearly impossible.
And once children begin to feel favored or neglected by one another, a sense of disparity arises, factions form, and it becomes nothing short of a nightmare. That is why, I believe, what Christie is subtly conveying is that one should not merely indulge a beloved daughter out of affection; rather, maintaining a certain degree of emotional distance is essential.
But… ”…I want to have proper father-daughter moments like this… Above all, I want to cherish memories as an ordinary father…” ”…Y-yes, that’s right.” Christie averts her gaze. She understands too. At the Palace, Elenia has now completely taken over with an unrestrained attitude. Using contraception as a shield, she has demanded sex in every position, tried on leftover collars, and even requested anal intercourse. Faced with Elenia’s overly proactive pursuit of various sexual experiences, some of my daughters have begun to fidget, wondering if perhaps they should follow suit…? Dealing with the daughters who now live at the Palace, even if I try to act as a normal father, they only expect me to steer things toward something erotic—“Will this turn into a smutty scene? Like in those adult storybooks?”—so Floria’s pure, innocent requests are actually quite precious.
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I chose Lyra to carry Floria aloft, simply because she is the one Floria bonds with most closely. Lyra herself has an unusual fondness for Naris and has occasionally acted as her guardian during our time in Polka. Perhaps that’s why Floria seems to regard Lyra more like an aunt than a mother; in terms of treatment, she likely feels closer to me than any other family member. Well, if you say everyone is family, then yes—but it’s natural that those who live at the Palace or in the Colonies have slightly different perspectives.
“Lyra is fast,” I said. “Make sure your clothes are tightly secured; otherwise, the wind could blow you away.” “Hmph. To be carried on my back is now a special honor. Take heed, Floria.” After helping her up, she lay flat against my belly and climbed onto Lyra’s broad back. To ensure comfort for two riders, seats had been crafted between Lyra’s spines using forest wood and dragon materials, fitting snugly along her vertebrae. If the creature were smaller, we might call it a saddle—but this is so plainly a seat that calling it such feels almost redundant. I assumed dragons would dislike having such devices strapped to their backs, but Lyra merely chuckled, as if asking, “Why hesitate now?” Well… perhaps for a dragon that claims it can endure even having parts of its body removed if the rider demands it, this is somewhat weak talk. Still, there’s a possibility it could feel deeply humiliating. But since I was overthinking it anyway, once we entered the forest barrier, Lyra took off.
“Ria, fasten your belt properly. It might be uncomfortable, but falling means death.”
“Ugh… this is fine though.”
“It’s not safe. Even with Mia on alert as an accident-prevention officer, many have fallen from ordinary ‘huts’ before.”
Mia was aboard as a safety precaution.
With her extraordinary physical abilities, she wouldn’t worry even if we fell, so she stood upright on my back without issue—but for Floria, who finds belts annoying, Mia’s presence might be more distracting than helpful.
“Usually, the ‘huts’ are sealed shut, so Ria may never have seen scenery from a flying dragon… Don’t tell Mom, though? She used to cry whenever Lyra scared her when we first met.”
“Hmph. Nostalgic indeed.”
“But Mom was already a knight when she met Dad!”
“Even knights usually find dragons terrifying.”
As Lyra spoke these trivialities, she rose to her feet, beat her wings, and slowly ascended into the sky.
Of course, Floria showed no signs of phobia like Naris ever did. Relief.
…Though Naris herself is currently traveling with coins spent today.
I had considered having the whole family go together after returning, but since a trip to the Queeka region could last up to two weeks due to its numerous tourist spots and mazes, I decided to postpone it for another occasion.
“Waa… so fast!”
Soon, as Laila gained speed, Floria began to cheer with delight. I had heard she spent most of her time at home doing embroidery, but it seems she doesn’t mind thrilling experiences after all. As I stroked the twin-tailed girl with her bright red hair flying in the wind, I basked in the satisfaction of being a father again for the first time in a while. Yes, this is what family service by parents is all about—making your child happy.
“Don’t just gloat about the speed. The ground below is beautiful too. Look over there—that’s Mount Heroic Spirits. What you can see from here seems to be an illusion.”
”……??”
Since space itself was warping, visibility didn’t necessarily mean proximity.
Normally, a mountain like that would be visible only up to about 100 or 200 kilometers away, yet in reality, Mount Heroic Spirits lay more than 1,000 kilometers from the edge of the Silver Territory.
…Even if I tried to explain such reasoning to Floria, it wouldn’t make any sense. All I knew was vague trivia myself.
“How long until we get there?”
“Laila, how long do you think?”
“H-hmm, probably around four hours or so. Let’s have Kristie prepare dinner for tonight.”
“Eh? We’re going that far away, and Christmas is already approaching!?”
“There’s a shortcut.”
“I want to take the shortcut too!”
U-uh… My father’s grand plan is being rejected. “H-hmm, don’t say it like that. You can’t fly above the forest winds unless it’s a time like this.” Laila came to my rescue, even performing an acrobatic maneuver—a full somersault mid-flight. Floria screamed with joy, clearly having fun, but I felt a bit nervous. After all, we hadn’t designed the seats assuming backward flight. Fortunately, nothing went wrong. Mia had looked like she might fall, yet she simply stood upright without support. How was she doing it? Was she using magic?
“Once we arrive, we’ll set up a tent, build a campfire, and sleep just the two of us with Dad.” “Okay!” This two-night, three-day trip would also serve as a camping practice session. For the first time in a while, I’d use the Celesta Army’s camping gear to teach Floria the joys of outdoor life. Though I had assumed she was another indoor enthusiast, Floria seemed genuinely excited. Perhaps her “girly” hobbies were merely cultivated interests; maybe deep down, she dreamed of an adventurous life like Naris’s… Well, if a child grows up listening to Naris’s bedtime stories, it’s no wonder they’d yearn for such adventures. Teaching them the true joys and hardships of experiences like this is very much in the spirit of a father. Yes, yes. This trip promises to become a wonderful memory.
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A few days later.
“Dad hates me!”
“That’s not true.”
“But… you only dote on Ria and Elenia!”
“I think you’re cute too.”
“Then…”
“But I can’t fit my penis in. Just your breasts are enough.”
“You’re cheating…!”
“No, really? Isn’t it true that fathers shouldn’t normally do this? I’ve explained that many times before?”
“But you did it with Elenia!”
The one who truly made me furious and upset was none other than Frena.
“Elenia’s a pervert, so I just gave up on her!”
“She’s my daughter, after all~♪”
“As a mother, I think it’s only fair to protest a bit, Selen.”
“But even so, aren’t you currently having sex with your belly swollen?”
That kind of strength is truly formidable. Neia is also waiting in line for her turn to mate with a similarly distended belly.
If that’s the case, Frena too qualifies as “my daughter,” making the conditions perfectly equal.
“Mom, say something!”
”…Um, my lord. What should I say?”
“For now, just try to get some common sense out of this situation.”
“Don’t push your luck in a situation like this…”
The Vaper Palace is once again filled with steam, skin tones, and semen today.