A few days before the Spirit Festival, a fleet of “Shacks”—private transport vessels from Polka Academy—will take to the skies, packed with dozens of children.
My personal “Bedroom,” aside, these Shacks are three-tiered bunk-laden beasts dubbed “Flying Children’s Rooms,” designed for mass evacuations. The official capacity is eighteen per vessel—one kid per bed—but since they’re kids, if you stretch a bit, two or three can squeeze into one bunk without breaking the back. That bumps the max load to around forty per ship.
In reality, we’ve got plenty of dragons on standby, so cramming isn’t strictly necessary—it’s just theoretical overkill. But this winter day? We’re gonna run them at full tilt. Summer Spirit Festivals don’t involve kids, and even for Polka’s opening/closing ceremonies, we rarely mobilize the whole bunch at once.
“Everyone, lock down confirmed?” Once the kids were aboard, I made sure every dragon handling a Shack double-checked their seals. A few years back, one kid tried to pee mid-flight, fell out of the hatch, and nearly got crushed. Thanks to another dragon catching him mid-plummet, he survived—but since then, we’ve sealed all windows and doors with anti-opening wards. No exceptions while airborne.
Kids are unpredictable. They do dumb stuff. Worrying too much? Nah.
“Confirmed.”
“All set.”
“I’ve checked mine.”
“It’s shut tight.”
The dragons held up their end too. Even with all this, accidents happen, so it’s standard practice to send a lone scout dragon at the rear of the formation carrying nothing—just in case. This time, I’m calling on Silver Dragon Solis-chan for that duty.
“Usually, we land every hour for bathroom breaks. Some kids still leak anyway, but hey, they’re kids. Can’t help it.” With adults only, we space out breaks every two or three hours. With kids? We go easy on ‘em. A few always lag behind during those stops, wandering off like drunkards—but each dragon keeps a sharp eye, so total disappearances are rare. Sometimes, though, you get outliers like Frena—full-on reckless idiots (and right now, she’s the only one). So we let her go, move to the next waypoint, then come back… and sure enough, she’d been abandoned, sobbing her heart out thinking no one cares. Kids. Yeah.
Since then, whenever Frena rides in a “Children’s Room” transport, Nea insists on sharing the same Shack to keep an eye on her.
“Alright, let’s lift off. Basson, you’re good till tonight. Tark by tomorrow evening. Don’t worry about timing—we’ll adjust as needed.” As usual, I laid out the route for the dragons. Since transport crews rotate via lottery each time, I gotta give detailed orders every single run.
Half my subordinates’ dragons are handling this haul; the rest are on loan from both Crystal and Mist Palaces—well, more like “business trips.” Those left behind? Naturally, they’re sticking around in my “Bedroom” to cater to me.
“My turn lying back and getting carried hasn’t happened in ages,” one muttered.
“I could ride with Solis-chan if you want.”
“Hmm. I don’t mind a little luxury.”
Inside the “Bedroom,” Leila lay blissfully on her bed, smiling like a kid who just got what she wanted. A dozen or so others filled the cramped cabin: female slaves, courtesans from Tark’s return trip to Cosmos Boutique, maids from the Maid Corps—all fully nude or barely clothed, as always. Too tight for everyone to stretch out flat, so some sat on bed edges or wardrobe benches. Still, total nudity was non-negotiable.
And mixed in among them? Elenia.
”…What now?”
“I was hoping Elen would ride in the Children’s Room.”
“No way! It’s fine! I-I mean, if Andy’s having sex… it doesn’t bother me or anything!”
”…Awkward.”
My bright-gold-haired daughter, with her asymmetrical bob slightly longer on one side. A lanky teen figure, still growing—but even so, those full breasts already hint at the mature curves of her mother. Cute… no wait, not in that way. As a father, I shouldn’t look like that. But damn, yeah. If she keeps developing like this, guys’ll be stuck on her instantly.
Watching her try to hold her own against the glamorous dragons, dark elves, and her own mother’s naked form around her? Adorable.
“But… having Papa go full-blown with Mom right in front of my daughter feels kinda embarrassing, doesn’t it?”
“Selen, ‘embarrassed’ covers it all too neatly…”
“But don’t you want to make a little sister for Elenia?”
“No way. Why assume it’s gotta be a sister? Wouldn’t a brother work just as well?”
“Still, somehow I get the feeling it’ll end up being another girl.”
Selen flushed, yet she pressed herself against me without hesitation, boldly leaning in to plant a kiss on my cheek. Naturally, completely naked. In front of her daughter, she was living out her雌性 instincts with zero shame.
Just like Selen, most of the female slaves weren’t satisfied with having given birth once and deciding that’s enough for child-making. They were far from done; their minds were brimming with a desire to keep procreating. A gap of ten years or so wouldn’t even be an unusual interval if they were breeding with elves or dragons. Even though that kind of age difference would make human siblings look like brothers and sisters, among elves it felt more like twins born within months of each other.
That’s why, despite Neia struggling to keep up with Frena, and Luna—who already had six children—still continuing their efforts, they were all fully active sexual partners… “Just so Elenia doesn’t get taken by Papa as a dad too, I’ll have to try my best too♪” She boldly declared herself his rival right in front of her daughter.
…Yeah, but seriously, Selen, what exactly are you doing?
“That’s wonderful! I really hope we can all grow up this harmoniously.” Cosmos placed a hand on her cheek, gazing at Selen and Elenia with evident envy.
”…Is there some sign that things won’t stay so harmonious?”
“Papa says he prefers Uncle Carlos over me,” Anemone blurted out. “Kids get easily tricked into liking whoever gives them presents…”
“No, that’s pretty normal, isn’t it?”
“But Primula clearly understands the charm of Papa’s little something down there.”
“Wait. What are you teaching Primula, Cosmos? She’s only four!”
Not good. I thought she was at least reasonably balanced in her outlook, though maybe a few screws had come loose.
“Isn’t it natural for my own daughter to realize that ‘the appeal of men lies not in their face, but in their little something’?”
“I think there’s a problem with that.”
And honestly, toddlers falling head over heels for their father’s penis is truly problematic. She hasn’t even fully developed her reasoning yet—that’s why we’re keeping her here at the Vaper Palace.
“Hmph. If you waste time on such strange back-and-forth chatter, we’ll miss our next rest stop and land before anyone can even finish releasing. So just get moving!” Lyra interjected, goading them.
Still, when it came to raising children—especially regarding this abnormal approach to sex education—we really needed to have a serious, honest discussion about it.
”…And yet,” Elenia spoke up quietly as I turned back toward Cosmos, “Andy, stop dragging out all these awkward things now that we’ve gotten this far. It’s kinda gross.”
“Tch…”
I collapsed under the weight of her words.
When your daughter calls you ‘gross’ without any conditions… it feels like an unavoidable curse for a father.
No, I understand. Yeah. The fact that a man has gathered dozens of women completely naked besides his spouse and actually brought his daughter into a room where they’re seriously making babies means that no amount of moralizing will make him sound credible. That much is clear. I could just accept everything with open arms—whether it’s my daughter or anyone else, if she wants to be held, then I’ll take them all! Or even worse, I could act like some domineering tyrant saying exactly that. Those kinds of thoughts might actually make things easier to handle.
But still… as humans, I believe there are certain lines we must not cross. No matter how twisted the situation becomes, we shouldn’t turn a blind eye to problems like this. There will always be issues we absolutely cannot ignore.
“Sure, sure. We get it, Andy. Both Selen and I know you’re thinking carefully about your kids’ futures.” Selen helped me stand up again.
“That said, since we’ve already made our resolve and came here…” She grinned playfully. ”♪ Let’s just go with it!”
I have a feeling she doesn’t really understand…
“Come on, Elenia. You’ve done oral already, right? Show Mommy the rest of the way too?”
”…I-I mean, is that okay?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. Papa’s little something won’t get soft after just one or two times, ♪”
As the hut lifted off, my father thrust his cock right before my daughter’s eyes while we engaged in an exchange so questionable even for mother and daughter. My mother watched with a cheerful smile as her daughter took hold of it.
All the fellow passengers—Cosmos-san, Lyla, the other courtesans, maids, and everyone else on board—watched intently as Elenia, trembling slightly, dropped to all fours and began sucking his glans, caressing it inside her mouth.
“Come on, Ele-chan!”
“That’s it, that’s it. Don’t lose your rhythm. If you push too hard and mess up the pace, you’ll only delay the finish even more.”
Their cheers came with subtly precise advice—probably because they were Cosmos-san’s courtesans after all.
Listening to them, Elenia swayed her slender naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out a strained whine, yet she continued serving him bravely.
…And honestly, I want you to forgive my utterly pathetic father, whose endurance drops by half just from being sucked by Elenia. Let me tell you how much love is in that. The truth is, he’s got no particularly amazing technique, but an overwhelming storm of guilt, taboo, and gratitude merges into one, amplifying the sensation with every stroke until it feels like the pleasure is coming to kill him. Not half—more than half. Maybe even more than that.
As a result, before I could even properly suck my own cock, I let out an undignified cry and my body tensed up weirdly, forcing myself to hold on.
“Aaah… Ele… this is bad… it’s coming… I can’t hold it anymore… AHHH!”
I hadn’t grown a bit at all. I think this happened the last time too.
Elenia briefly pulled her mouth away, lapped her lips with her tongue, and then— “Come on out, premature-dad… ♪”
Only in moments like this did she emphasize “daddy,” before taking hold of it again.
“Eeeehh…!”
I couldn’t hold it for a second and came. I aimed the stream of semen toward my daughter’s throat and shot it out forcefully and generously.
”…Ugh… Really, when Ele-chan licks me, I always go premature…”
Selen grimaced wryly, then used two fingers to scoop up the semen overflowing from the edge of her daughter’s lips and licked it off without any hesitation or embarrassment.
“Well then, may I let mommy get pregnant next?”
“Eh… um… so you’re planning to use your daughter’s blowjob as foreplay…?”
A twisted mother-daughter battle over the cock. Meanwhile, the fellow passengers watched this scene with gentle smiles but subtly glanced at me, signaling it was my turn next.
Toilets breaks once an hour. A slow pace with a large group.
There’s still a long way to go until Tark.