Several days before the Spirit Festival, a “cart” filled with children from the private Porca Academy will take to the skies.
My “Bedroom”—the only exception—is a hovering kids’ dormitory nicknamed for carrying its six triple-deck bunks. It’s primarily used for mass transportation of the children.
Normally calculated at one person per bed, each cart has a nominal capacity of 18, but since they’re kids, forcing two or three into a single berth isn’t entirely impossible. That’s why it’s officially rated for up to forty souls.
In practice, there’s plenty of dragon manpower available, and we rarely need to pack them this tightly anyway; those figures are just theoretical design specs.
The chance of using a cart like this at full capacity comes around once a year—like the winter Spirit Festival. We don’t bring the children for the summer festival, nor do we move such a large group all at once during Porca Academy’s opening and closing ceremonies.
“Everyone, confirm that you’ve latched your hatches.”
Once the children are aboard, I make sure every dragon assigned to carry them checks their own cabin as well. Several years ago, one of the kids tried to relieve himself mid-flight from a cart and fell out.
Thanks to another dragon catching him in the air, he escaped certain death by impact, but since then, we’ve implemented magic-based cover-locks to seal all windows and doors absolutely during flight.
Kids are too flexible; sometimes they do completely irrational things. But you can’t be too worried or overly cautious about them.
“Confirmed.”
“Checks complete.”
“I’ve checked mine too.”
“It’s securely shut.”
The dragons are thorough. Since even with all these precautions there’s always a slim chance of something going wrong, it’s standard procedure to dispatch one vanguard dragon from the rear column that carries nothing at all. This time, I’m relying on Silver Dragon Solis for that role.
“Generally, we land once every hour for a bathroom break. Even then, some kids still leak occasionally, but they’re kids—that’s just how it is. Can’t help it.”
When it’s just adults, the breaks are only every two or three hours. Flying with children requires extra care.
Every time during the breaks, a few kids wander around dazed and fail to return, but I’ve made sure each assigned dragon watches closely, so completely losing track of them is rare. Occasionally there’s someone like Frena who goes full out on a power surge—and well, currently, Frena’s the only one—but if we just leave her be until we move to the next base and then come back for her, as expected, she’ll assume we’ve abandoned her and cry. Because they’re kids, you know. Yeah.
Since then, whenever Frena travels in a “kids’ bedroom” cart, Neia is required to ride in the same cart so no one escapes unnoticed.
“Alright, let’s take off. Basson, we’ll be at Tark by tomorrow evening. Even if we’re slightly delayed, it’s fine; just be flexible.”
As usual, I confirm the itinerary with the dragons. Since the composition of transport dragons changes slightly each round based on a lottery to assign roles, I have to give detailed orders every single time.
For this run, half the assigned subordinates are my personal drones, while the rest were dispatched from both the Crystal and Mist palaces… well, more like a special mission team.
The subordinate dragons not chosen for transport will of course spend their time inside my “Bedroom,” serving as my guests.
“It’s been ages since I’ve lain down and let myself be carried around.”
“I could fly with Solis-chan.”
“Hmph. I don’t hate having it easy.”
Inside the “Bedroom,” Lyra lies happily on a bed.
There are also female slaves, prostitutes from “Cosmos Boutique” returning to Tark despite not being classified as such, maids from the maid troupe, and others—around ten people squeezing into the cramped carriage. It’s a bit tight for everyone to stretch out fully, so some sit on the edges of the beds or the wardrobe bench, but as always, everyone is either naked or semi-naked.
And among them is Elenia.
”…What?”
“I’d like you to ride in the kids’ cart, Elia.”
“No way. It’s fine either way. I-I mean, if Andy’s having sex, I don’t really mind or anything…”
”…Awkward.”
My bright blonde daughter with a bobcut slightly longer on one side.
Her body is slender and girlishly slight, fitting for a young teenager. While her development is still to come, her ample bosom already hints at her mother’s curvaceous proportions, making me feel happy… no, no, I shouldn’t look at her like that as a father, but hey, yeah. Absolutely, if she grows up exactly like this, men will be stuck on her instantly.
Despite being pressured by the majestic dragons and dark elves surrounding her, and even my own mother’s naked form, she bravely resists with a cuteness that makes me… love her all the more.
“But, yes, honestly, having Daddy have serious sex in front of Mommy does make a little girl blush somewhat.”
“One word like ‘blush’ doesn’t do it justice for you, Selen…”
“But don’t you want to make little Elen-chan’s sister?”
“Wait, why decide right away it has to be a sister? Wouldn’t a brother work just as well?”
“It feels like she’ll end up being a girl again somehow.”
Selen flushed, yet without any hesitation at all, wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to my cheek in full view of Elen.
Naturally, she was completely naked. She was going at it full tilt right in front of her daughter.
Just like Selen, most of the female slaves didn’t buy into that ‘I’ve had one kid already, so we can stop breeding now’ nonsense. They were absolutely still itching to reproduce.
Giving birth over a span of ten years or so would be nothing unusual when dealing with elves or dragons; it’s hardly even an interval worth counting. Even though for humans that age gap would make them brothers separated by quite a few years, apparently for elves it only feels like being born right after each other. So of course, Neia was still struggling with Frena, and Luna—who already had six children—was also continuing to breed. They were both still active sex partners, and…
“Just so I don’t end up getting replaced by Elen-chan as dad, I have to work my ass off too~♪” She boldly declared herself her daughter’s rival with a bright smile. …Well, but seriously Selen, just what is going on?
“That sounds great though—I’d like us to grow up like that, you know.” Cosmos placed her hand gently against her cheek and looked wistfully at Selen and Elenia.
”…Isn’t there some sign we’re heading the wrong way?”
“Anemone just started saying she prefers Uncle Carlos over Dad! It’s such a kid thing; it’s so easy to get swayed by anyone giving them presents…”
“Well, isn’t that perfectly healthy behavior?”
“But Primula clearly understands the charms of Dad’s… uh…”
“Stop right there. You shouldn’t be ‘teaching’ Primula anything like that—she’s only four!” Damn. I’d assumed she had at least a decent sense of balance overall, even if things were getting a little loose.
“Isn’t it unavoidable for my own daughter to realize that ‘a man’s charm lies not in his face but in his…’”
“I think there’s a problem with that.”
Honestly, toddlers falling in love with their father’s member is completely unacceptable. And she lives here at Vaper Palace before even developing true consciousness!
“Hey! If we waste our time on this strange little debate, we’ll miss the next landing site before you’ve even finished jerking off. Better get moving right now or we won’t arrive in time.” Lyra said that with a goading smile.
But when it comes to parenting strategies—especially regarding this abnormal direction of sex education—we really need to talk this through seriously and thoroughly.
…And then, turning back toward Cosmos, Elenia whispered softly,
“Andy, I know you’ve come this far, but talking about all this kind of stuff is just creepy.”
“Eeeeh…”
I collapsed in shame.
Being scolded with the word “creepy” from my own daughter… it’s like being hit with a spell that instantly reduces me to nothing!
No, I know what’s going on here. Yeah. The fact that a man who has gathered ten or more naked women besides his spouse and actually dared to bring them right out for serious breeding sessions while his daughter watched won’t have any credibility when he starts lecturing about morals or ethics—it’s crystal clear to me.
It’d be easier, I suppose, to just shrug it all off with open-mindedness and say, “Who cares if it’s you or anyone else? If they want to be bred, then fine!” But still… as a human being, I do think there’s definitely a line we shouldn’t cross. No matter how twisted things get, I believe we simply must not look away when such problems arise. There are absolutely issues that demand attention.
“Oh well, oh well. We get it, Andy-sir. You and Elen-chan both clearly understand that you’re thinking carefully about the kids’ futures.” As Selen pulled me up again, she said:
“Besides, since we’ve come this far with our preparations… yeah~♪” I can’t help feeling like you guys don’t really get it…
“Come on, come on, Elen-chan. You already gave him head, right? Shouldn’t Mom also see what he can really do?”
”…Is that okay?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry! Dad’s not gonna get all soft after just one or two jacks~♪”
As we took off from the center of the hut, exchanging rather questionable mother-daughter exchanges, my father thrust his penis into view before my daughter’s eyes. And my mother watched with a happy grin as I began to mouth it.
While not only my mother but also Miss Cosmos, Lyra, and the other courtesans and maids riding with us watched intently, Elenia hesitantly got on all fours and started sucking off his glans, caressing him within her mouth.
“I’m going to do my best, El-chan.”
“That’s it, keep that up. Don’t mess with the rhythm; if you push too hard and disrupt the pace, it’ll only make your finish take longer~”
A cheering voice mixed with subtly astute advice. Hmm, is this because they’re from the Cosmos household’s brothel?
Listening to those words, Elenia rocked her slender nude body back and forth, continuing to serve him bravely on his shaft even as she occasionally emitted a pained nasal whine.
…Well, come to think of it, forgive me for having no endurance whatsoever just because someone’s sucking my dick off. I want you to understand that there’s so much love in this situation. Even though I don’t actually possess any particularly amazing techniques, an overwhelming storm of guilt, depravity, and gratitude all merge together, and with every single stroke, a tempest of emotions amplifies the stimulation sent shooting through my penis like it’s aiming to kill me. It’s not even half—it’s more than half. No, maybe even double that amount could be involved.
As a result, even though I hadn’t been sucking off my dick all that long, I ended up letting out an embarrassing shout and suddenly tensed up in a strange way, enduring it against my will.
“Aahh… El, I’m in trouble… it’s gushing, I can’t hold it anymore… aaah!”
Completely inexperienced. I have a feeling the same thing happened last time too.
Then Elenia briefly broke away from his mouth, licking and swirling her lips with her tongue before—
“Go ahead and spill them all, premature-daddy…♪”
Emphasizing “daddy” just during times like this, she put her mouth on him again.
“Heeeh…!”
He couldn’t hold it and ejaculated completely. Pointing his semen toward his daughter’s throat, he forcefully sprayed a generous amount of it into her mouth.
”…Wow… It’s true, when El-chan licks me, I really go soft… ah…”
Selen sighed with a wry smile, using two fingers to scoop up the semen overflowing from the edge of her daughter’s lips and licked it away as though making an effort wasn’t required at all.
“So then, would that mean Mommy can help you make some babies next?”
“Eheh… Woah, so you’re planning to use your daughter’s blowjob as foreplay… huh?”
A perverted competition for the penis between mother and daughter. And while the other passengers watched this scene unfold with smiles, they subtly glanced over at me to signal that it was now my turn.
Restroom breaks happen once every hour, moving slowly during these large-scale formations.
It’s still quite a ways until we reach Tark…