The northern forest camping trip I had with Floria back in the day. Since it was quite well-received, I got hooked on the idea and have been busy at the Invention Workshop crafting all sorts of gear for our next campout.
The tent features elven cloth engraved with protective runes, dramatically improving both portability and livability. While severe weather is rare in the forest, this tent can withstand even torrential thunderstorms without a care. By embedding sound-dampening runes between the double-layered roof and ceiling, heavy raindrops won’t echo inside. Plus, I’ve installed a custom-developed ultra-lightweight carpet on the floor, allowing kids to sleep comfortably even on rocky terrain.
I also spent months developing a fire kit. When Lyra suggested, “You don’t need to make all that; just leave it to me—I can conjure endless flames without fuel,” she missed the point entirely. Tending a slow-burning campfire under the starry sky is pure masculine romance. That said, I’ve etched air-guiding runes onto the fire-resistant cloth’s surface to keep embers from dying out easily, creating a lazy-style bonfire that needs no hearth structure since wind constantly feeds it.
For cooking, I’ve repeatedly prototyped a simple folding stove using the same timber found in “Yariya” structures. After meticulous redesigns, even children can assemble it from bundled sticks in just five minutes. Of course, I also forged axes for splitting firewood, drawing on all my blacksmithing knowledge and experience to achieve unmatched durability and sharpness—producing several masterpieces.
Lanz was so impressed he suggested, “You’d make way more money selling these than crafting battle swords!” But this gear is exclusively for me and the kids; I have no intention of commercializing it. …Besides, mass production is nearly impossible since they’re made from rare metals donated by Silver Dragons.
I’ve also invented other items like beast-deterrent nets woven from “Silk Chains” and portable shovels for digging holes, stacking them up one after another. “Don’t tell me you’re building all this just because ‘Yariya’ has mobile shelters and dragons are around!” No, I want to enjoy camping as a leisure activity with the children. Surely there are other kids besides Floria who’ll find it fun too.
Since opportunities to use these inventions were scarce, I organized my own camping festival. Only older children are invited; younger ones pose safety concerns with fire and blades. Even though healing springs instantly cure injuries here, I don’t want to leave painful memories for the kids. …And seeing my enthusiasm, Ms. Diane and Hilda’s gazes felt strangely warm. “What’s wrong? Is there a problem with the camping festival?” “Men go through phases like this. My brothers and former subordinates occasionally developed similar hobbies—camping, treehouses, fishing, and so on.” “You really have that boyish vibe~☆” To long-lived races like them, I’m still just a child no matter my age. But there’s something slightly stinging about it. No, that’s not quite right. It’s not merely about what I want to do. See, without structured outdoor activities, overnight trips in mobile shelters tend to devolve into… well, figuring out how to engage in rampant promiscuity with female slaves? I believe having purposeful goals and meaningful experiences is crucial for true leisure. That’s exactly what I aim to propose.
So here we are. The venue is the Crimson Clan’s territory—a region with sparse trees, clear visibility, and minimal monster threats. Even if the children wander off, the path to the Sacred Beast Dungeon lies nearby, ensuring sufficient foot traffic for easy discovery. …Well, with multiple dragons present, getting lost seems unlikely anyway, but better safe than sorry.
“Welcome.”
Breakcore arrived upon hearing about the event.
Since the dungeon isn’t too far away (obviously not close enough for kids to accidentally stumble into it), he could make it without much fatigue.
“I heard you’re enjoying camping. Should I ask Diel to bring some delicious food?”
“No, I want the children to enjoy everything including meal prep. We can handle the feast another time.”
“Hmm. For city-dwellers, camping truly becomes a form of play.”
“Surprised?”
“For elves, camping is more deeply rooted in daily life… their perspective differs slightly. Deliberately enjoying it as an activity itself is quite rare.”
By the way, I remember that among the northern elves, there are some who always live outdoors. So maybe they don’t consider camping or sleeping in the wild as a special experience.
“This is our castle! Hear me now, Huey, Ryle, and Claw—don’t let any of the girls inside!” Peter stood with his newly erected tent behind him, acting like a leader as he addressed Beatrice’s sons and Claudio.
Elenia watched this scene with a cold, unimpressed gaze. “I don’t need you to tell me not to go in… and neither should you enter our tent,” she muttered.
Peter tilted his head in confusion. “That’s fine by me.”
“Why are you like that! What’s your standard even supposed to be?”
“Isn’t it boring at night? Let’s play over there instead.”
“That kind of thing isn’t supposed to be ‘come into our tent’ or anything, is it!?”
“Because this is our ‘castle.’ Don’t you get it? Castles aren’t meant to be easily invaded.”
“I don’t care about whatever setting’s running through your head… if any girl steps into a tent, I’ll kill her. With poison.”
“Why poison!? Isn’t that supposed to be punches or blades or something!?”
“If we just beat or cut someone, they might claim it was an accident at the Spirit Spring later on.”
“That kind of guaranteed lethal damage is terrifying…”
“So if you don’t want to die, stay out. If you just want to play, do it outside.”
The female leader, Elenia, and the male leader, Peter. At first glance, Elenia looks like the older sister, but in reality, the half-dwarf Peter is the elder brother. Perhaps considering this ambiguity, Elenia no longer calls him “older brother,” even though she used to when they were children. …Though not for the same reason as when she suddenly stopped calling me “dad.”
I joined Maia, Emma, and Rieda in the adult tent. Laila isn’t here today; she’s traveling south with Naris. With children nearby, I can’t start anything inappropriate. Today, my role is purely supervision. I tended the fire, set up poles as dusk fell, and strung up a predator-proof net around the tents. The net spans about thirty meters wide. I thought that should be sufficient, but enclosing three tents leaves barely enough room. Should I make it longer, or create a second one? But using “Silken Chains” so recklessly isn’t ideal either. There are plenty of other versatile materials available anyway. Besides, with three dragons around, a predator-proof net serves no real purpose—it’s nothing more than “let’s try this since we have it.” My camping gear is designed to handle various scenarios, including situations where no dragons are present. In truth, I wonder if there will ever be a time in my life when no dragon is near me—but others might use these items too. If someone asks, “What kind of situation would require this?” I’d be stuck explaining further. So let’s leave it at that.
“Anyway, I’m glad everyone seems to be having fun.” I murmured while arranging the firewood. Just moments ago, Peter and his three younger brothers had been joking around, tickling each other, and making a fuss—but now, approaching midnight, they’ve grown quiet. I thought they’d grown quite a bit, but deep down, I still see them as children. That sudden burst of noise followed by an instant drop into sleep is uniquely childish.
…And then— ”…Dad ♪”
A dark elf girl named Kay peeks out from the girls’ tent, waving with only her face visible.
“What’s up? Something wrong?”
“Just hush now~♪”
”…Why?”
A bad feeling prickles through me as I brace myself. No way, right?
“Because Peter and the others are waking up~♪”
”…So there’s some secret talk going on? And can I even come in? Won’t you poison me?”
“Don’t worry~♪”
I can’t just ignore her, so I shove my face into the tent.
Suddenly, the girls inside grab me and pull me in.
“Whoa!?”
Elenia and Kay are perched on top of me as I tumble down—completely naked.
“This is way too open even for a tent where Peter and co. aren’t allowed!?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry~♪ We’ve locked the entrance cover and learned soundproofing magic~♪”
They’re absolutely brimming with mischief.
Wait a minute. Even if I grant that it’s okay to hook up with Elenia or Kay… what about Frena, who’s already starting to undress while looking slightly anxious, asking “Are you really going to do this…?”? Well, let’s give her the benefit of the doubt too.
Inside the tent is also Floria. She’s been convinced by Elenia and co.’s lie that “it’s our rule to marry Papa,” but for now, she’s still on the sane side.
“This can’t be happening right in front of Ria!?”
“Eh? We’ve done it while other little kids were watching at the palace before.”
“But showing Ria something like this is still too early! Naris will get mad!”
“If we don’t say anything, it’s fine. Right, Ria~♪”
“I… I can’t… n-no…”
“As her older sister, I should protect her a bit more!”
“It’s okay.”
While Kay smiles brightly and helps them take off their pants one after another, Elenia and Kay both speak in unison:
“After all, everyone will become Papa’s personal vibrator~♪”
“I’ve always thought that Kay’s overly strong erotic ideology is dangerous!”
“But Ria wanted to see it too, right? Us doing our thing as vibrators…~♪”
“P-Papa and Mommy are hiding us!”
”…W-well, sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you out. But honestly, it’s not like Ria was bad for being hidden. In fact, wouldn’t these three be the ‘bad’ ones?”
“Eh? Papa treats us like bad kids.”
“Is it because your pussy technique isn’t up to par?”
Elenia and Kay smoothly deflect with a cheeky grin.
Frena reaches for her last pair of panties…
“Mmm, it doesn’t matter if you can’t… as long as you can become Dad’s dildo♪”
“S-so really… that’s okay?”
“I was so grateful to Mom for giving birth to me the first time I did it. It felt wonderful♪”
Floria is a wicked older sister who tries her hardest to seduce him. “Dad gets off so many times, non-stop! So from now on, all of us girls will be filled with his cum until our vaginas are completely messy and sloppy… I think you’ll make a really cute face about it. Watch closely… this is what feeling a woman’s happiness is like♪”
With a smooth motion, while passionately praising the bliss of being ravaged by her father in the dimly lit tent, she shamelessly removes her final piece of clothing—her own flesh and blood daughter. Three females spread their legs to invite mating with their father. Even though their brothers and younger siblings are sleeping just a few meters away, they cannot resist their twisted female instincts.
“Papa… may I have your penis?”
“Today too, please allow me to serve you by taking your cock deep inside my pussy♪”
“You can even impregnate me…♪”
”…Rea, I’m truly sorry for being such a father…” Standing before the pure-looking younger sister, who hides her mouth but watches with intense curiosity. He thrusts his raging member into one of his sisters’ wet holes. He begins to expose the real, earnest intercourse happening as the sisters straddle their father.
“Hnn…♪”
What floats in Floria’s eyes is a mix of slight fear, strong interest, and intoxication by this abnormal situation.
”…I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.”
And then there are three more dragons. Please cover for us.
The next morning. “Hey! Wake up, Ele, Frena! …Wait, that won’t open!” Even though it’s already bright outside, I had been fucking them in a three-person rotation all night long. While I was currently penetrating Elenia from behind, Peter called out from outside the tent, and I froze in sheer terror.
Before I could even think about what to do, Maia grabbed Peter by the throat outside and dragged him away somewhere.
“W-what?! Why are you silent?! Maia! Miss Maia!?”
”…”
Either she found explaining too troublesome or thought trying to cover it up would only make things worse, Maia left the tent without saying a word.
”…Eh, Ele… um… did you use your voice illusion properly?”
”…I forgot…”
“Hey!?”
Though I hesitate to scold them after ejaculating into all three daughters so thoroughly that they can’t even get up together,
”…But it smells really bad…”
“I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry, Rea.”
There was nothing left for the trapped Rea but to apologize.
Even with the help of the dragons, we barely managed to clean up the mess. ”…I think that was way too bold. Doing that while we were right here…”
Claudio said something to me with a deeply conflicted expression. Peter seemed not to understand, but Claudio appeared to have grasped everything.
“I want you to believe this. Your father truly only wanted for you all to enjoy the camping trip.”
”…I’m not saying I don’t believe it, but I think we should have anticipated how lewd Eren and the others would become.”
”…As you say.”
I was truly sorry for being such a flawed father. I am so sorry.
And then there was Floria.
”…That scent was incredible… yet somehow familiar.”
She left behind a comment that put me in quite a predicament.
…Perhaps there had been mornings when Naris also carried that lingering scent?
”…I’ll end up like that too, sooner or later.”
“You really don’t have to become like that.”
Please don’t give me that resigned look. I beg you.