The camping trip we took in the Northern Woods with Floria earlier.
That went pretty well, so I got hooked on it and started tinkering all kinds of stuff at the Invention Workshop for our next outing.
I upgraded the tent by inscribing elf-fabric with runic patterns, dramatically boosting both portability and livability. While major weather shifts are rare in the forest, I designed a tent capable of enduring even torrential thunderstorms without breaking a sweat.
By layering sound-dampening runes between the roof and ceiling structure, raindrops hitting the outer shell won’t echo inside. Plus, I laid down an ultra-lightweight custom carpet on the floor, allowing everyone to sleep soundly—even on rough, rocky ground—without any discomfort.
Then, after months of development, I finally perfected a campfire kit. Lyra once told me, “Why bother making that? Just leave it to me—I can conjure endless fuel-free fires whenever you want,” but the real point wasn’t convenience. Slowly tending a fire under the starry sky is pure masculine romance.
Still, I etched runes into the surface of heat-resistant cloth to gently circulate air around it, making fires harder to extinguish, and crafted a lazy campfire setup that requires no elaborate stove structure since wind constantly feeds it naturally.
For cooking prep, I also prototyped numerous portable pot stands using the very wood employed in “The Spear Room’s” structural materials. After meticulously re-engineering the design, even kids can assemble them from bundled rods within five minutes.
Naturally, I threw all my blacksmithing knowledge and experience into forging axes for splitting firewood, pushing relentlessly for durability and razor sharpness—producing a bunch of exquisite masterpieces in the process.
Lanz was so blown away after trying one out that he suggested, “We’d definitely make more profit selling these normally than crafting combat swords!” But this gear is exclusively for our camping trips with the kids. No plans to sell it commercially.
…Plus, since it’s crafted from rare metals gifted by the Silver Dragon, mass production isn’t really feasible.
On top of that, I’ve invented and stockpiled everything from beast-deterrent nets made of “Silken Chains” to handy portable shovels perfect for digging holes.
Don’t go saying, “If we had a mobile outpost and a dragon nearby, you’d need all this,” or something like that.
I want to enjoy camping as leisure time with the kids. I’m sure there are other children besides Floria who’ll find it fascinating too.
Since chances to actually use these gadgets never seemed to come around, I decided to organize a camping tournament myself.
Participants were limited to relatively older children; there’s always anxiety about small ones mishandling fire or sharp objects. No matter how quickly injuries heal with the Sacred Spring water, I don’t want to leave painful memories for them.
…And now that Diane and Hilda have seen my enthusiasm, their glances feel oddly warm in a way that gets under my skin.
“What’s the issue with the camping tournament?”
“Men go through phases where they obsess over things like this. My brothers and old subordinates occasionally developed similar quirks—camping, treehouses, fishing, and so on.”
“It feels very ‘boyish’~☆”
To them, long-lived beings, it’s clear that no matter how old I get, I’m still just a kid.
But there’s something that stings a little bit deeper than that.
No, that’s not it. This isn’t merely about my personal desires.
See, overnight stays in mobile outposts often leave people with so much free time they inevitably drift toward… well, wondering how they’ll engage in rampant carnal antics with the female slaves?
I believe having a proper purpose and meaningful experiences is crucial for true leisure enjoyment. That’s precisely what I’m aiming to propose.
So here we go.
This year’s venue was chosen from the Crimson Clan Territory—a region with sparse trees, wide visibility, and minimal threat of monsters. Even if the kids somehow wandered off during the camping trip, the path to the Holy Beast Labyrinth lies nearby, ensuring moderate foot traffic and a high chance of discovery.
…Well, having multiple dragons around likely makes getting lost quite improbable anyway, but better safe than sorry.
“Welcome, you lot.”
Blukea arrived after receiving notice, eager to join the fun.
Since the location isn’t too far from the Labyrinth (though certainly nowhere near close enough for kids to accidentally jump inside), he managed to get here without much fatigue.
“I heard you’re enjoying camping. Should I have Del bring something delicious?”
“No, I thought we’d let the kids handle all meal prep themselves and focus on having fun. We can grab tasty treats another time.”
“Hmm. Even city dwellers seem to derive amusement from camping now.”
“Surprising?”
“For elves, camping is more deeply rooted in daily life… or perhaps their perspective differs slightly. Deliberately treating it as a recreational activity seems uncommon indeed.”
By the way, I recall some northern elves always living outdoors as if it were their natural state.
So maybe for them, camping—or rather, wild camping—isn’t perceived as anything special.
“This is our castle! Listen up, Huey, Lyra, and Claw! Don’t you dare bring the women inside!”
Peter stood boldly beside the tent he’d just erected, posturing like a leader while addressing Beatrice’s sons and Claudio.
Elenia watched this entire scene with deadpan eyes.
“You don’t have to be told we aren’t coming in… and you’re not supposed to come into this tent either,” I muttered.
Peter gave a confused “Huh?” and tilted his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Why are you like that!? What’s your standard even supposed to be!”
“Isn’t everyone just bored at night? Let’s hang out over there.”
“That’s not what you mean when you say ‘Come to our tent’!?”
“Because this is our ‘castle,’ you know. I guess you don’t get it. A castle shouldn’t just let anyone wander in so easily.”
“I don’t care about your head-can-only settings… if a girl’s tent gets invaded, I’ll kill them. With poison.”
“Why poison!? Isn’t that supposed to be punches or blades!?”
“If you just beat someone up or cut them, they’ll probably blame it on the hot spring waters and pretend nothing happened.”
“That kind of guaranteed lethal damage is terrifying…”
“So if you don’t want to die, don’t come in. If you just wanna play, stay outside.”
The female leader Elenia and the male leader Peter. By looks alone, Elenia seems older, like a big sister; but in reality, half-dwarf Peter is the actual elder brother.
Considering that ambiguity, Elenia no longer calls Peter “Onii-chan,” even though she did when they were kids.
…It’s not like when she suddenly stopped calling me “Papa.”
I joined Maya, Emma, Riera, and the others in the Adult Tent.
Lyra isn’t here today; she’s on a southern trip with Naris.
With kids nearby, I can’t start anything dirty. Today, I’ll stick to supervising.
Watching the fire, setting up poles as dusk falls, and stringing up predator nets.
The net stretches about thirty meters across. It feels like this should be enough, but surrounding the three tents makes it just barely tight.
Should I make it longer, or create a second section?
But using “Silken Chain” so recklessly wouldn’t be good. There are plenty of other versatile materials available anyway; plus, if there were three dragons around, stopping predators would be pointless, so it’s not even about testing something out.
My camping kit is designed for various scenarios, including scenes without dragons.
The truth is, I wonder if there will ever come a time when no dragon is near me in the rest of my life. But others might use it too. If asked “In what situation?” I’d get stuck answering, so whatever, never mind.
“I guess it was good to have some fun anyway.”
I murmured while arranging firewood for the bonfire. Just a moment ago, Peter and the three younger brothers were joking around and tickling each other, but now that midnight is approaching, they’ve quieted down.
Though I thought they’d grown quite a bit, looking at them now, they’re still just kids. That’s so uniquely childish—noisy until their hearts’ content, then suddenly asleep the moment things wind down.
…Well then.
”…Papa~♪”
From the girls’ tent, dark elf Keiya poked her head out with just her face visible, beckoning me.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“Nope! Just stay quiet for now~♪”
”…Why?”
A bad feeling prickles through my skin; I brace myself. Nah, that can’t be right.
“Peter-san and the others are waking up, you know~♪”
”…Is there some secret talk going on? Also, am I allowed to come in? Will I get poisoned silently?”
“Don’t worry~♪”
I can’t just ignore her, so I stick my head into the girls’ tent.
Suddenly, all the girls inside grab me and pull me right in.
“Uwooo?!”
“Yes, welcome, Papa~♪”
The fully naked Elenia and Kei were sprawled on top of me, having tumbled inside.
“It’s way too open even for a tent that Peter and the others couldn’t fit into, isn’t it?!?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry~♪ I just locked the entrance flap and learned soundproof magic~♪”
They’re absolutely full-on ready to make moves.
Wait a second—let’s say I grant them both for the sake of argument that being intimate with Elenia and Kei is okay… Then again, Frena is stripping off while looking a bit worried, asking “Are we really doing this…?” so let’s give her a pass as well.
Besides us in the tent, there’s also Floria. She’s bought into Elenia and others’ lie that “it’s our family rule to marry Papa,” but at least she’s still on the sane side of things.
“Now you’re making me show Rea something smutty live? That’s not going to fly, is it?!?”
“Eh? But we’ve been doing naughty stuff in front of other little kids back at the Palace too, haven’t we?”
“But Rea isn’t ready to see us getting frisky yet! Naris will get mad!”
“If I don’t say anything, she won’t ask. Right, Rea~♪”
“Mm, ugh… n-no, I won’t.”
“As her big sister, I should protect you a little more, right?”
“I’m fine with it.”
As Elenia and Kei tried to unzip my pants while forcing the issue, Kei grinned brightly.
“After all, we’re all going to become Papa’s personal strap-on toys sooner or later~♪”
“I’ve always thought this, but I think Kei’s overly strong smutty worldview is a little too much, don’t you?!?”
“But Rea-san wanted to watch us too, right? When we’re using our vaginas as dildos…~♪”
“B-because Papa and Mama hide it!”
”…W-well, I’m sorry. Being left out sucks. But that’s not because Rea’s bad or anything like that. Actually, wouldn’t you say these three are on the ‘bad’ side?”
“Eh? So Papa thinks we’re ‘bad girls,’ huh?”
“Is it because your cunt technique isn’t up to par?”
Elenia and Kei just gave a straight face back. Meanwhile, as Frena reached for her final pair of panties…
“Well, even if you’re ‘bad,’ anything goes~♪ As long as we can become Dad’s dildo~♪”
“S-so kind…”
“When I first made love to you, the mother who gave birth to me, I was so grateful it felt almost too good~♪”
That’s just Floria being a wicked older sister, trying her hardest to seduce her own sister.
“Dad tends to cum over and over again, so from now on, all of us will have our cunts fucked up into a mess with him spilling his thick seed deep inside… I think you’ll be making some pretty intense faces about it. Watch closely~♪ This is how you feel a woman’s true happiness~♪”
As my biological daughter undressed her final layer with an indecent grin, passionately praising the bliss of being penetrated by Father in the dimly lit tent.
The three female ogres spread their thighs wide, inviting me to mate with them for Father.
Even though brothers and younger siblings were sleeping just a few meters away, twisted female instincts made it impossible to resist.
“Papa… can I have your dick?~♪”
“Just like every day, please let me serve you with my womb deep inside~♪”
“You can impregnate us too…~♪”
”…Rea, I’m really sorry that you had a father like this…”
Standing in front of the pure daughter, curious but hiding her mouth.
My sisters’ tight cunts were ready as I thrust into them with full force. Before my eyes could fully take it all in, I was forced to watch my sisters genuinely fucking each other atop Father.
“Uh… ♪” What floated in Floria’s eyes was a mix of mild fear, intense curiosity, and a drunken haze born from the abnormal situation. …I’m sorry. I’m really, truly sorry. There were also three dragons left behind. Please excuse them too.
The next morning.
“Hey! Wake up, Elenia, Frena! …Damn, this won’t open.”
Still caught in a rotating cycle of fucking the three of us even after dawn had broken, I was trembling so hard from being called out by Peter from outside the tent while fucking Elenia from behind that I nearly died.
Before I could think of what to do, Maya stepped outside and grabbed Peter by the throat, lifting him up and dragging him off somewhere.
“Eeew! What the hell!? Shut up!? Maya! Miss Maya!?”
”…………”
Either she was having second thoughts about explaining things or feared her cover would be blown if she tried to gloss it over, Maya left the tent without saying a word.
”…Eh, Elenia… Did you two actually use that vocal illusion properly?”
”…I forgot…”
“Oh my god!?”
Even though all three of us were too exhausted from having our daughters filled with semen to even sit up straight, the thought of making a retort was somehow too much to handle.
”…But it smells really fucking bad.”
“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ria.”
The only thing available to Ria, who couldn’t quite finish what she’d started, was to apologize.
Even with the help of the dragons, we managed to clean up somewhat.
”…I think that was way too bold. Even though we were right there…”
Claudio gave me a very complicated look and said that. Peter seemed unaware, but Claudio had clearly figured everything out.
“I hope you can believe me. Dad really just wanted you kids to enjoy camping with me.”
”…I don’t mean to doubt you, but I think I should have expected Elenia and the others to be even more lustful than I anticipated.”
”…Exactly as you say.”
I truly regret being such a bad father. I’m so, so sorry.
And then there was Floria.
”…The smell was intense. …But it felt familiar somehow.”
She left me with that incredibly troublesome comment.
…Was there also a morning where Naris still carried such a scent?
”…I might end up like that too eventually.”
“It’s fine if you don’t, I promise.”
Don’t give me that face of resignation to fate, please. From the bottom of my heart.