“An-dy Coin.” This is the internal-only currency I modeled after Madame Celesta’s “Celesta Coins” from Cosmos Main Establishment. Or rather, not exactly a form of money, but service vouchers. Whenever someone presents this to me, I’m required to craft something for them or summon a dragon to assist with their travels. Lately, though, people have been abusing it by flashing the voucher and crooning, “Let’s breed some brats right now♪” But unless the requester is a hardcore lewd like Madame Celesta or Mrs. Hilda—or a Dragon themselves—they won’t last long enough to make this usage worthwhile. That said, I’d appreciate if more folks understood that even under normal circumstances, if they ask, I’ll make sure their sex life gets thoroughly satisfied. Besides, Mrs. Hilda herself pointed out that since my ejaculation volume doesn’t drastically change the pregnancy odds based on how many shots I unload, there’s no real need to spam it like a machine gun.
Anyway, these “Andy Coins” can also be transferred to others. Sure, some female slaves might find less charm in my handmade items and prefer cashing them out instead. The Viper Palace caters not only to female slaves and dragons but also to Northern Elves, Onyx Maid units, feline colony daughters, and courtesans from Cosmos Main Establishment; there are cases where even those females receive coins, so it’s perfectly reasonable for wealthy female slaves to purchase the right to grant them. That was the intended flow of events, anyway.
“Papa, look!”
”……Why do you have one, Ria?”
“My mom gave it to me on my birthday!”
”……?”
Floria. Naris’s daughter. Seven years old.
Naris is one of the relatively few heavy coin users among female slaves (mainly for sightseeing and adventuring shuttles), so she’d likely spend them herself rather than give them to her kid. But how did she manage to set aside enough to pass along to Floria? I distinctly recall she tried buying some from other girls. And more importantly, why would a parent like Naris want to give it to her child at all? Especially with submissions mostly driven by lewd intents these days, surely Naris has succumbed to the madness of teaching her daughter how to be “sexy” in her father’s stead.
“If I use this, can Papa and I go somewhere fun?”
”……Oh, uh, yeah… yeah, certainly.”
Strictly speaking, traveling with Papa isn’t an explicit condition listed on the voucher, but since my own daughter is begging for it, I won’t refuse to accompany her, so I’ll keep that unspoken.
“I want to go into the Northern Forest! They say Christuma Village is super pretty!”
”……Ah, I see… I get it…”
Naris is an Elf from the Southern Great Plains, so as her daughter, Floria counts as an “outsider” when it comes to forests. While things have loosened up enough that even half-breeds like Anzeros or children of forest Elves can slip in without much trouble lately, Floria was raised outside the Palace walls, so she still has no real connections within the woods. Given that she needs someone to escort her there and available people are scarce…
By the way, I’m starting to realize just how isolated Naris is in every sense of the word… I should take some self-reflection for that.
“Papa’s been there before too, right?”
“Well, a few times…”
“Take me! I’ll give you kisses afterward!”
“Alright, leave it to me.”
No, let me clarify upfront: I feel absolutely no sexual attraction toward Floria whatsoever. Wouldn’t a father naturally want to step up if his daughter says she wants him to kiss her? And besides, the Clan of Sakura Manor’s mood is already loose enough to rank right behind Red, Blue, and White among the Nine Clans’ territories, so we should be fine. Things got even more intense when Silver passed through last time; people were watching every move I made.
…As for why Blue feels looser than White? That’s because I accidentally created the great-great-grandchild of Elder Boyce right within our own clan. Even though Sakura Manor never had a habit of nitpicking details, nowadays I’m practically treated as part of Elder Boyce’s extended family. At recent Clan Council meetings, it seems Elder Boyce has been reduced to nothing more than Irina’s guardian in all but name.
I appreciate it, but seriously, am I ruining this entire forest all by myself?
Anyway, that’s a separate issue.
I’ll schedule an appointment with Cristie.
Cristie gave birth to a child almost at the same time as Naris, and the boy was named Wedge. This is typical of those in power; they won’t have mixed-breed children raised alongside commoners in the palace. Even though she’s a half-elf, her infant son has been reared at the family estate since he was tiny, only coming to visit occasionally.
Every time she visits, Cristie gets all flustered by the palace being a nude paradise, so the playful cats and the courtesans start fondling her relentlessly. I’m worried this might warp her child’s future development.
Cristie says, “We think it’s better not to hide the fact that he’s the son of someone like that,” so she just lets Wedge go through these experiences quietly.
Anyway.
“I was hoping you’d let me take Rhea on a little trip to Lord Saku’s territory for two nights or so.”
“Why not just take her there normally?”
“Since I’ve been given this coin, I have to come up with a proper plan. We decided the dragon is worth moving for. If we try to get away with a lazy outing scheme, it’ll affect our credibility down the line… So I’m thinking of using no teleportation array and just flying the dragon there raw.”
“But then… other clans might question what’s going on if you don’t inform them properly,” Cristie points out.
Cristie seems satisfied with my reasoning.
The barrier enclosing the Northern Forest is vast. Trying to move without using a teleportation array means planning a grand journey, even just to reach the shores of Lake Celesta or Valery.
So my plan is to satisfy Floria’s wish to see beautiful scenery by taking Rhea there while riding over the forest from the skies on a dragon.
“That’s truly luxurious…” Cristie remarks.
“After all, Rhea is a dragon-rider’s child. Isn’t letting her feel that sort of thing anything but good?”
“Sir, having you completely monopolize the use of a dragon for just one coin…”
”…You mean that?”
“If a single coin can make a dragon move, I remember Emma suggested that arrangement to ease your burden, Your Lordship.”
”…Oh, so that’s what happened,” Cristie says.
The burden the dragon was supposed to shoulder isn’t being shouldered. Instead, it’s being doubled up on.
“I… well no, but you know, I’m more than happy to actively respond to requests like this! After all, Rhea is also my daughter in a proper sense. Sure, she might be one among hundreds already, but that doesn’t mean we can treat her with disregard!”
“I didn’t say don’t do it. I only said it’s luxurious.”
Still, Cristie raises a finger.
“We female slaves understand the situation, but if the children start complaining… dealing with it won’t be easy.”
”…Uh, yes,” Cristie stammers.
The female slaves are keeping me standing tall and maintaining appearances as if they’re simply catering to my whims and free will. However, if their demands begin to constantly overshadow mine and overwhelm me, eventually draining my own enthusiasm, then it’s pointless at best.
Suppose the female slaves are suppressed in that way; what happens if the children start demanding this and that from me? After all, they’re children, so they naturally have the right to speak up, and if their demands are absurdly inappropriate, rejecting them is certainly a parent’s job. Surely there’s a way to handle it… but there are hundreds of them.
In a close parent-child relationship, tasks should be carefully scrutinized, but managing such a vast number is practically impossible in this situation.
And if favoritism creeps into the dynamic between the children themselves, creating disparities and factions… then it’ll turn into an absolute hellscape.
“That’s why I think,” Cristie implies indirectly, “you shouldn’t just coddle them because they’re your cute daughter; you need to maintain some appropriate distance.”
“But…”
”…I want to do a proper parent-child event like this… More than anything, I want these memories as an ordinary father!”
”…W-well, yes,” Cristie stammers.
Cristie looks away. She knows too well that right now, Elenia in the palace is completely dominating everything with her aggressive mood.
Using their contraceptive efforts as a shield, she’s started demanding sex in all positions, tried wearing leftover collars, and even asked for anal sex. With this overly eager woman constantly pushing for various sexual experiences, there are several daughters beginning to feel anxious… maybe we should follow in her footsteps?
When dealing with daughters who have grown up living in the palace, if I try to act as a normal father, they’ll just expect something like, “Are you going to take this towards some smutty development? Like an erotic comic?” Consequently, Floria’s kind, pure plea is becoming incredibly precious.
The dragon chosen to carry Floria was Lyra, for she is the one Floria adores most.
Lyra herself has a strange fondness for Naris and often acts as if she were her guardian even during their time in Portka.
Because of this, there’s a sense that Floria regards Lyra more like an aunt than I would. I’d guess she feels more familial toward Lyra than I do.
Well, we’re all family now, but it’s natural for kids raised in the Palace or Colonies to perceive things differently from us.
“Lyra moves fast. If you don’t tighten your clothes properly, a gust of wind could blow you off.”
“Heh. Riding on my back is now a special honor. Take heed, Floria.”
Helping Floria along, I climbed atop the black dragon curled belly-down beside her, pressing close as we settled into place.
To make it comfortable for two riders, seats had been fashioned between the spines running along Lyra’s back, crafted from forest wood and dragonhide.
For a smaller creature, one might call this saddle, but calling it that feels too formal given how casually we sit atop it.
I’d imagined dragons might dislike having such apparatus strapped to their backs, but Lyra dismissed my concern with a smile as if to say, “Why are you hesitating now?”
Hmm… well, true. For a dragon that claims it would endure even having flesh cut from its body at the rider’s demand, such talk seems watered-down. Still, there’s a possibility this could feel incredibly humiliating for them.
Whatever—I’d wasted my worries anyway. With us now inside the forest barrier, takeoff time came.
“Reia, secure your belt tight. It might be uncomfortable, but if you fall, you’ll die.”
“Hmm. This is fine though!”
“That won’t do. I’ve warned Maya to stay alert too, but even normal ‘huts’ have seen many people fall from them before.”
Maya rides as a safety precaution against accidents.
Maya’s physical abilities are orders of magnitude better anyway; she’d survive a fall without issue and stands straight on Lyra’s back as usual, though that might look more like something to annoy Floria than anything else, given how much she dislikes restraints.
“Usually, the ‘hut’ is locked up tight, so Reia might not have ever seen scenery from a flying dragon… Don’t spill it, okay? Mom used to blurt things out whenever Lyra scared her in the past.”
“Heh. Nostalgic times.”
“Yeah, but wasn’t Mom already a knight when she met Dad?”
“Even knights usually find dragons scary.”
As Lyra listened to this nonsense, she lifted herself upright and flapped her wings, slowly ascending into the sky.
Of course, Floria showed no signs of phobia like Naris ever does. Relief.
…Naris is currently traveling again today, using coins as usual.
I’d considered letting both mother and daughter go together after returning, but given how tourist-heavy the Queeka region is—with famous sights and labyrinths everywhere around—it might take up to two weeks before they return. So I’ll have to leave that for another time.
“Whoa… super fast!”
As Lyra picked up speed, Floria cheered in delight.
I’d heard she only did embroidery at home, but turns out she’s not averse to thrilling experiences after all.
Running my hand over the bouncing girl with her bright red twin tails fluttering behind me, I basked in the satisfaction of being a “father” for once again.
You know, that’s exactly what it means when parents do family services—making their kids happy and all.
“Don’t just get excited about speed. Look down too; the ground is beautiful. See that? That’s Mount Heroic Souls. What we see here might be an illusion.”
”…??”
Since space itself is distorted, something being visible doesn’t mean it’s actually close. Normally, a mountain appearing like that wouldn’t be much more than one hundred or two hundred kilometers away, but Mount Heroic Souls lies over a thousand kilometers from the edge of Silver Territory as they say.
…Explaining this logic to Floria wouldn’t make any sense. Even I only vaguely understand it; it’s just trivia neither of us really grasps.
“How long until we get there?” “Lyra, how far is it?” “Heh, at most around four hours or so. Let’s have Kristi prepare dinner tonight.” “What? It’s already Christmas Eve! That’s so far yet!” “There’s a shortcut.”
“I’d rather go that way too!”
U-uh, ugh. Father’s ultimate plan is being shot down.
“Well, no need to say it like that. We simply couldn’t glide above the forest winds under any other circumstances.”
Lyra offered me a graceful exit—and even tossed in an aerial trick: one full spin while riding face-down.
Floria squealed with delight as we tumbled through the air, but I held on tighter than before. They hadn’t even designed seats for upside-down flight; surely something like that shouldn’t have been possible? Fortunately, nothing went wrong.
I thought Maya might fall out, yet she stood perfectly upright, arms loosely hanging down, as if nothing had happened. Just how was she doing it? Was she using magic?
“The moment we reach there, we’ll set up the tent and build a fire just for you and your dad to sleep in!”
“Y-yeah!”
A two-night, three-day trip would double as a camping lesson.
For the first time in ages, I’d use Celesta’s military-grade camping gear to introduce Floria to the joys of the outdoors.
Even though I assumed she was another indoor-loving type, her evident excitement made me wonder: maybe those so-called “girly” hobbies weren’t naturally cultivated, but rather shaped to keep her away from Naris-like adventures… or perhaps she secretly dreams of living the life of an adventurer just like him.
After all, who wouldn’t long for it after growing up listening to Naris’s bedtime stories?
It’s fatherly duty to teach kids both the fun and the hardships of such experiences, right?
Yeah, yeah. This trip is surely going to become a cherished memory.
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Some time later.
“Dad hates me!”
“That’s not true.”
“But… you always pamper Lia and Elenia!”
“I think you’re cute too.”
“If that’s the case…”
“But I don’t fit in there between your legs—Elenia is enough for now.”
“You’re so unfair!…”
“No, really. I’ve explained more than once what things fathers generally shouldn’t do?”
“But you did it with Elenia!”
The one whose outburst truly threw me off balance was none other than Frena.
“Elenia’s a pervert, so I gave up on her!”
“She’s my daughter, after all♪”
“As a mother, I think it’s fair to protest, Selen.”
“But even though you’re currently mating belly-up with your potbelly right now…”
Her stance is incredibly strong—unmatched. Yet Neia waits in line just as hard, her own round stomach competing fiercely for turn-taking in breeding order.
So naturally, Frena too counts as a “mother” by those standards, leveling the playing field entirely.
“Mama should say something too!”
”…Um, my lord. What exactly could I say?”
“Just try your best to bring reason and common sense into this situation somehow.”
“Don’t push me too hard given these circumstances…”
The Vapour Palace is once again filled today with steaming hot water, pale skin tones, and semen.