A few days before the Spirit Festival, a “hut” carrying many children from the private Polka Academy takes to the skies.
Apart from my “Yari Room,” these are commonly known as “flying kids’ rooms,” outfitted with six triple-decker bunks. They are primarily used for mass-transporting children.
The standard capacity is one person per bunk, meaning eighteen passengers per hut, but since they’re just kids, squeezing two or three into a single bunk isn’t impossible. Therefore, the maximum official capacity is around forty people.
In practice, we have plenty of leeway in the number of dragons available for deployment, so there’s rarely a need to cram them in that tightly. Those are purely design figures.
It’s only around this time of year, during winter, that we actually use these huts to their full capacity.
We don’t take the children along for the summer Spirit Festival, and even for Polka Academy’s start- and end-of-term ceremonies, we don’t move the kids all at once.
“Everyone, have you checked the locks?”
After confirming the children were aboard, I had each transport dragon check the seals as well.
A few years ago, one of the kids tried to pee out of the hut while it was in flight and fell out.
Thanks to another dragon providing a follow-up catch, he didn’t die from the impact, but ever since then, we’ve implemented a countermeasure using cover-lock magic to firmly seal all windows and doors during flight.
Kids are just too flexible—er, malleable—and sometimes they do things that come out of left field. You can never worry too much.
“Checked.”
“Verification complete.”
“This side is checked too.”
“They’re properly closed.”
The dragons do their job diligently. Even with all these precautions, we still consider the worst-case scenarios, so it’s customary to fly a scout dragon at the very rear of the formation that carries no cargo whatsoever. This time, I’ve entrusted that role to Solyx-chan, the Silver Dragon.
“Roughly once an hour for a landing and bathroom break. Sometimes a few kids still leak, but well, they’re kids. Can’t be helped.”
When it’s just adults, bathroom breaks are every two or three hours. When flying with children, it requires more care.
A few kids always wander off during breaks and take their time coming back, but since I’ve instructed each assigned dragon to stay vigilant, they rarely get completely lost. Occasionally, there’s someone like Frena who genuinely breaks away (well, so far it’s only been Frena), but since we can’t do anything about it, we leave them alone, move to the next base point, and then go back to pick them up. Predictably, she thinks she’s been abandoned and is crying. I guess that’s because she’s a kid. Yeah.
Since then, whenever Frena travels in the “kids’ room,” Neia has always had to ride in the same hut to make sure she doesn’t escape.
“Alright, time for takeoff. Basson by tonight, Talk by tomorrow evening. A little delay is fine, so adjust your routes accordingly.”
I confirmed the itinerary with the dragons as usual.
Because we use a lottery system to decide duties, the composition of transport dragons changes slightly every time, so I have to issue detailed orders each round.
This time, half of the transport team consists of our own subordinate dragons; the rest are dispatched from both Crystal and Misty’s palaces… well, business trips.
The subordinates not selected for transport duties naturally spend their time exclusively serving me in the “Yari Room.”
“It has been a while since I was carried around lying down, indeed.”
“You could fly with Solyx-chan instead, you know.”
“Hehe. I don’t mind taking it easy.”
In the “Yari Room,” Lyra lies on a bed, looking pleased.
There are also other female slaves, as well as prostitutes and maids from “Cosmos Honpo” who aren’t slaves but are returning to Talk, totaling about ten people in the cramped carriage. It’s too narrow for everyone to stretch out and lie down, so some sit on the edges of the bunks or the clothing-box benches, but it’s a given that they’re all nude or semi-nude.
And among them is Elenia.
”……What?”
“I was hoping you’d take the kids’ room, Elenia.”
“No. It’s fine. I… don’t mind Andy having sex or anything.”
”…That’s awkward.”
My daughter, with her bright blonde hair and a bob cut slightly longer on one side.
Her fragile frame, typical of a low-teener. Her development is still ahead of us, but the swell of her breasts already hints at her mother’s ample proportions, which is pleasing… no wait, I shouldn’t look at her like that as a father, but damn it, yeah. If she keeps growing this way, men will definitely be captivated.
Seeing my daughter stand her ground against the grandeur of the dragons and dark elves around her, not to mention her mother’s naked body, is somehow… endearing.
“But it does make me a little bashful to have Papa having serious sex right in front of his daughter.”
“You can’t just dismiss it with one word like ‘bashful,’ Selen…”
“But don’t you want to make a little sister for Elenia?”
“I mean, why do you just assume it has to be a sister? Wouldn’t a brother work fine?”
“For some reason, I have a feeling it’ll end up being another girl.”
Selen said she was shy, but with no hesitation at all, she clung to me and blew me a kiss on the cheek, showing it off right in front of Elenia.
Of course, she was completely naked from head to toe. She was totally in heat mode in front of her daughter.
Selen wasn’t the only one. Most of the female slaves hadn’t reached a point where they said, “I’ve had one child, so I’m done making babies.” They were fully intent on continuing to breed.
Ten years or so is no unusual interval if you’re making children with elves or dragons. But while that gap would result in a huge age difference between siblings for humans, for elves, it felt like the difference between consecutive yearly births.
So, of course, they were still actively procreating—including Neia, who was struggling with Frena, and Luna, who already had six kids. They were active partners in bed and all…
“I gotta work hard too so Andy doesn’t get snatched away by Elenia! ♪”
She boldly and cheerfully declared herself a rival to her own daughter.
…No, Selen, that’s seriously problematic.
“That’s nice~. I really want my kids to grow up with such a harmonious family atmosphere.”
Cosmos placed a hand on her cheek, looking at Selen and Elenia with envy.
”…Are there signs of disharmony?”
“Anemone started saying she likes Carlos more than Papa~. Because she’s a child, she gets easily tricked by whoever gives her presents… But still…”
“I don’t see why that would be unhealthy?”
“But Primra understands the charm of Papa’s dick just fine.”
“Wait. Cosmos, what have you been teaching Primra? She’s only four years old!”
No good. I thought she was a bit off the rails, but overall someone with a decent sense of balance.
“It’s inevitable, isn’t it? For my own daughter to realize that ‘a man’s charm lies in his dick, not his face’?”
“I think that’s a problem.”
And I really think toddlers who fall for their father’s dick are absolutely doomed. They don’t even have full use of reason yet, which is why they’re kept inside the Vampire Palace.
“Ho. If you waste time on such bizarre banter, we’ll soon arrive at the next rest stop. Hurry up and start making love, or we’ll land before you ejaculate.”
Lyra teased us with those words.
However, regarding educational policies for children, especially the abnormal direction of sex education, I really need to have a serious and proper discussion.
…And just as I turned back toward Cosmos, Elenia spoke in a low voice.
“Andy. You’ve done all this work, so saying stuff like that is creepy.”
“Gh…”
I collapsed.
Being hit by the spell “creepy,” spoken by my daughter…! Unconditional defeat for any father.
No, I get it. Yeah. I’m a man who gathered ten or more naked women other than his wives and even had his daughter present at what amounted to real procreation as a pastime. Saying things like “morality” would carry zero weight. That part is clear to me.
I know that it might have been easier to just adopt an aloof attitude, accept everything, and think, “If my daughter or anyone else wants to be held, I’ll take it all in!” saying something with imperial dignity. I understand that would have been more manageable.
But you know, as a human, I still feel there’s a certain line I must protect. Even if things are twisted, I believe we mustn’t pretend not to see the issue. There are absolutely problems like this.
“Alright, alright. Got it, Andy. Both my daughter and I understand perfectly well that you’re thinking about your children’s lives.”
Selen helped me up.
“That aside, since you came here with a firm resolve… right? ♪”
She feels like she doesn’t really get it…
“There, there, Elenia. You went as far as oral sex, didn’t you? Show Mama what you can do properly?”
”…Is… is it okay?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. There’s no way Papa’s dick would go soft after just one or two times♪”
A father holding forth a dick right in front of his daughter’s eyes, standing in the middle of the takeoff cabin, exchanging interactions that raise serious doubts about their mother-daughter dynamic. And there’s the mother, smiling brightly as she watches her daughter bring her mouth to it.
And not just the mother; Cosmos, Lyra, the other prostitutes and maids—all the passengers on board—are watching intently as Elenia hesitantly gets on all fours and begins suckling the glans with her mouth, caressing it orally.
“Come on, Elenia.”
“That’s the spirit, that’s the rhythm. Don’t rush it or break your pace. If you go too hard and mess up the rhythm, you’ll actually make it take longer to finish, y’know?”
Cheerful support laced with suspiciously precise advice. Probably because they’re prostitutes working for Cosmos.
Hearing that, Elenia swayed her slender naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out pained whines through her nose as she dutifully continued servicing the meat rod.
…Speaking of which, please forgive my embarrassing lack of endurance; just having Elenia suck me cuts my stamina in half.
Just think of it as a sign of love. In reality, there isn’t any incredible technique involved, but an intense mix of guilt, transgression, and gratitude blends into one, amplifying the stimulation of the cock with every single stroke of the storm of emotion until it’s trying to kill me. It’s not just half; it’s even less than that. No, maybe even half of that.
As a result, despite Elenia barely sucking for any amount of time, I let out an unsightly noise and, in no time at all, clenched my body with a strange sensation, forced to hold back.
“Aah… Elenia, it’s bad… I’m coming, I’m about to come… Aaah!”
I’ve grown absolutely not at all. It felt just like this last time.
Then Elesia pulled her mouth away for a moment and licked around her lips with her tongue.
“Go ahead and dump it, quick-dry dad… ♪”
Only in moments like these does she emphasize the word “dad,” then brings her mouth back to it.
“Ghh…!”
I couldn’t hold it back at all and cum. Aiming the semen at my daughter’s throat, I sprayed a generous amount with force.
”…Wow… Seriously, whenever Elesia gives me head, I become a quick-dry…”
Selen laughed softly while dipping two fingers into the semen overflowing from the corner of her daughter’s lips and licking it up without a shred of hesitation.
“So then, can I have Mommy make a baby next?”
“Eh… Ch-Chan’t you just be using your daughter’s blowjob as foreplay for yourself…?”
A twisted fight over a dick between mother and child. And there they were, the other passengers watching that scene with amused smiles while casually shooting me glances to signal it was my turn next.
Bathroom breaks once an hour. A slow pace due to being in a large formation.
Until Talk… it’s still a long way off.