“Uncle Coin.” This is an in-house currency, modeled after the “Isabel Coin” of Isabella, the deputy store manager at Cosmos Honpo. Well, calling it a currency is a stretch; it’s more like a service voucher. When I’m presented with one, I have to craft something for them or command a dragon to handle their travel arrangements. Lately, people have been exploiting a loophole: presenting the coin and demanding “I want you to get wild with me♪.” Unless one is a sex maniac of the caliber of Cosmos-san or Hilda-san, or a literal dragon, endurance isn’t long enough for that kind of usage to be worth it. I hope that common sense spreads. Normally, if asked, I do provide sufficiently satisfying sex. Besides, Hilda says that even without multiple dry-firing ejaculations, the volume of my seed is high enough that the pregnancy probability doesn’t change much anyway.
And regarding this “Uncle Coin,” transfer to others is permitted.
Sure, some female slaves might not feel much attraction to handcrafted items I make, and outside girls might prefer to cash it in for something else.
Vapor Palace welcomes not just female slaves and dragons, but also the Elves of the North, the Onyx Maid Group, the cats from the Cat Colony, and the prostitutes from Cosmos Honpo. In some cases, coins are given to these women as well, so I think it’s reasonable for a wealthy female slave to buy up that right.
I did design the system with that flow in mind.
“Papa, look at this!”
”…Why do you have this, Ria?”
“Mommy gave it to me for my birthday!”
”…?”
Floria. Naris’s daughter. Seven years old.
Naris is one of the relatively few female slaves who are heavy users of the coin (for sightseeing and adventure travel shuttles), so she’d likely use it herself rather than giving it away.
But given that she tends to use it personally, how did she even secure enough to give to Floria? I recall buying them from other kids costs a pretty penny.
Also, why give it to a child?
Especially since recent requests have mostly been erotic in nature, I braced myself for the possibility that Naris had finally succumbed to madness and decided to teach her daughter about sex using her father’s body.
“If I show this, I can go anywhere I want with Papa, right?”
”…W-wait, uh, yes… indeed you can.”
“Papa”—strictly speaking, that condition isn’t on the card—but if my own child asks me to come along, I wouldn’t refuse, so I decided to keep that silent.
“I want to go into the Northern Forest! They say Christmas Elf Village is really pretty!”
”…Ah, I see…”
Naris is an Elf from the Southern Great Plains, so her daughter, Floria, is considered an “outsider” regarding the forest.
Lately, things have loosened up somewhat; half-elves or children of Anzeros or forest Elves can pass through without issue, but since Floria was raised outside the Palace, she still lacks connections to the forest interior. Even if someone were to take her in, it seems there are few people she could rely on.
I realized that Naris is in a lonely situation in many senses… and felt a pang of self-reflection.
“Papa has been there before, right?”
“Well, a few times…”
“Take me! I’ll give you a kiss!”
“You’ve got it.”
No, but just to clarify from the start: I absolutely do not feel any sexual desire toward Floria.
Aren’t fathers supposed to get motivated when their daughter offers a kiss?
Besides, Cherry Blossom Clan Manor is as loose and easygoing as can be among the nine clans’ territories—right after Red, Blue, and White. So it should be fine. I care less about the stares when passing through Silver territory.
…As for why Blue is more lax than White: it’s because I made a great-grandchild of Voice Jii-san (the Clan Head) back at our place.
The clan wasn’t strict to begin with, but now I’m basically treated as part of Voice Jii-san’s family. In recent clan meetings, Voice Jii-san seems to be in full guardian mode for Irina.
I’m grateful for the trust, but seriously, have I really made a total mess of things by myself?
Anyway, setting that aside.
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I set up an appointment with Christie.
Christie had her child around the same time as Naris did, naming him Wedge. He’s a boy.
As is customary for those in power, the estate didn’t approve of raising him mixed in with commoner children at the palace. Despite being a half-elf, he was raised at the clan manor from infancy, so I only visit him occasionally.
He looks flustered every time he comes to see me, overwhelmed by the palace’s complete lack of modesty—its naked paradise atmosphere. The playful cats and prostitutes take advantage of it, being overly clingy and teasing him, which worries me about whether this will twist his character in the future.
Christie said, “I thought it best not to hide the fact that he’s the child of such a person,” so she stays out of Wedge’s experiences with us, observing from the sidelines.
Back on topic.
“So, I’d like to take Ria on a trip to Sakura’s territory for about two nights.”
“Can’t you just take her there normally?”
“No. Since I’ve issued a coin, I have to entertain her with a proper plan. I decided that she has enough value to move even a dragon, so if I cut corners with a lazy outing plan, it’ll hurt my credibility later on… I’m thinking of going to Sakura without using any teleportation circles, just flying us there on a dragon straight out.”
“That is… indeed something we’d need to coordinate with the other clans for, or else you’d be asked why you’re doing such a thing.”
Christie seemed to agree.
The barrier within the Northern Forest is vast. If you try to move without using teleportation circles, even just getting to Celesta Lake or Vale Lake counts as a major journey.
Here’s the plan: show Floria beautiful scenery and give her an aerial tour of the forest while taking her to Sakura.
“Still, what a luxurious idea…”
“Ria is the child of a dragon rider too, so letting her feel that weight isn’t a bad thing, is it?”
“No, I mean using a dragon for a single coin and monopolizing my master’s attention.”
“…Ah, that side of it?”
“If I recall correctly, the proposal to move dragons with coins was something Emma suggested to reduce my master’s burden, right?”
“…Right, that is true.”
The burden that the dragons were supposed to take off their shoulders isn’t actually being taken off.
In fact, they’re being double-dipped.
“I-It’s not like I’m saying you shouldn’t do it! But, you know, I want to respond actively to requests like this. Ria is a proper daughter of mine, after all. Sure, she might be just one of hundreds by now, but that doesn’t mean I can treat her lightly or dismissively.”
“It’s not that I’m saying you shouldn’t do it. I’m just saying it’s luxurious.”
Just so, Christie raised a finger.
“We female slaves understand and keep to ourselves, but if the children start voicing complaints… it’ll be quite difficult to quell them.”
“…Uh-huh.”
The female slaves prop me up, maintaining the facade that their interactions with them are entirely at my discretion and free will. If their demands exceeded my intentions without limit, busying me to the point of exhaustion and wearing down my own motivation, it would be pointless.
Setting aside the female slaves who are restraining themselves in this way, what happens when the children start making all kinds of requests to me?
As children, they certainly have the right to speak up. And as a parent, it’s my duty to turn down anything that goes too far over the line. It should be manageable… in theory. But there are hundreds of them.
The delicate scrutiny required in a normal parent-child relationship is impossible to manage at this scale.
Once feelings of favoritism versus non-favoritism develop among the children, creating temperature differences and factions, it turns into a hellish scene.
So, I believe that’s what Christie is hinting at: we shouldn’t just spoil them because they’re cute daughters; we should maintain a certain degree of distance.
But.
“…Still, I want to have proper parent-child events like this… I want memories as an ordinary father above all else…!”
“…W-Well, yes.”
Christie looked away.
She knows it too. At the palace now, Elenia is fully pushing her aggressive mood.
Using “we use contraception” as a shield, Elenia demands everything from sex in every position to putting on leftover chokers, even anal sex. Faced with Elenia’s overly aggressive pursuit of various sexual experiences, some of the daughters have started getting restless, wondering if they too should follow Elesia’s lead.
With daughters already living inside the palace, even if I try to play at being an ordinary father, all they expect is for it to turn erotic, like in an erotic scroll. So Floria’s pure request is actually quite rare and valuable.
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I had Lyra take Floria up in the air, as she was the one Floria felt closest to.
Lyra herself seemed to have an unusual fondness for Naris; during our time at Polka, she often acted as Naris’s guardian or mentor.
Perhaps that was why Floria viewed Lyra somewhat like an aunt. In terms of closeness and familiarity, Lyra probably held a higher status than I did in Floria’s eyes.
Well, everyone’s family if you want to call it that, but it was only natural that those raised in the Palace or the Colony had a slightly different perspective on things compared to ours.
“Lyra is fast. You have to make sure your clothes are tied tight; otherwise, the wind will just blow you away.”
“Hehe. To ride upon my back is a special honor indeed these days. Take care, Floria.”
I helped Floria climb up, and she wriggled onto the prone black dragon, hugging his belly tightly.
So that two people could ride comfortably on her back, seats had been constructed in the spaces between Lyra’s vertebrae, using forest timber and dragon materials.
If the creature were smaller, one might call it a saddle, but it was far too ordinary to be referred to by such a name.
I thought dragons might dislike having such equipment hooked onto their backs, but Lyra laughed off my concern with a remark about why I was making a fuss over trivialities now.
Well… hmm. For a dragon who would claim he’d endure even being amputated if the rider demanded it, that was perhaps a bit too prudish of me. Still, there’s some truth to the idea that this kind of thing could be excruciatingly humiliating.
Though I ended up worrying for nothing, Lyra took off as we entered the forest barrier.
“Leila, make sure your belt is fastened. It might feel tight, but if you fall, you’ll die.”
“Hmm. I’m fine with this.”
“You’re not fine. I’ll tell Maya to stay alert just in case, but plenty of people have fallen from even a normal ‘cottage’ before.”
Maya was riding along as an accident-prevention observer.
Since Maya’s physical abilities were orders of magnitude higher than ours, there was no worry about her safety; she simply stood upright on the back. However, seeing Floria grumble about the belt might be annoying to her.
“Usually, ‘cottages’ are fully enclosed, so you probably haven’t seen the scenery from a flying dragon before… Don’t have an accident? Your mother used to pee her pants a lot because she was scared of Lyra back in the day.”
“Heh. That brings back memories.”
“Ehh? But didn’t Mom already meet Dad when he was a knight?”
“Even for knights, dragons are usually terrifying.”
As we listened to this trivial chatter, Lyra rose to her feet, flapped her wings, and slowly lifted into the air.
Naturally, Floria showed no signs of phobia like Naris does. That was a relief.
…Meanwhile, Naris himself was currently traveling with coins today.
I had considered going with the whole family after he returned, but it seemed to be a sightseeing trip to the Quica region; if we weren’t lucky, he might not be back for two weeks (there are quite a few tourist spots and labyrinths near Quica), so I gave up on that idea for another time.
“Wow… It’s fast!”
As Lyra picked up speed, Floria let out a cry of joy.
I had heard she just did embroidery at home, but it seemed she wasn’t opposed to thrilling experiences after all.
Stroke my daughter as she frisked around, her bright red twin tails fluttering in the wind, and I soaked in a sense of satisfaction I hadn’t felt in a while: that of being a “father.”
Yes, this was what parental family service felt like. Making your children happy.
“Don’t just get excited about the speed. The ground below is pretty too. Look, that’s the Peak of Heroic Souls. It seems what we can see from here is like a mirage.”
”…??”
Since space distorts things, just because you can see something doesn’t mean the distance corresponds to what it appears to be.
Normally, a mountain like that would appear no further than a hundred or two hundred kilometers at most, but actually, the distance from the edge of Silver Territory to the Peak of Heroic Souls is over 1,000 kilometers or something like that.
…Explain all that logic to Floria, and it wouldn’t mean anything anyway. I only had a vague understanding myself; it was just trivial knowledge.
“How long until we get there?”
“Lyra, how long is it?”
“Heh, about four hours at most. Let’s have Christina prepare dinner for tonight.”
“Eh? It’s that far away and Christmas Mami is already on the other side!?”
“There’s a shortcut.”
“Me too!”
Ugh. My father’s masterfully planned initiative has been rejected.
“N-now don’t say that. It’s not like you can fly above the forest canopy just any time.”
Lyra covered for me, and while she was at it, even performed an acrobatic maneuver. A single-loop roll.
Floria was screaming “Kya!” and having a blast, but I got a bit tense. I definitely didn’t design the seats with inverted flight in mind.
Fortunately, there were no issues.
I thought Maya might fall, but she just casually stood up without holding on. How is she doing that? Is she using some kind of magic?
“Once we get to the other side, we’ll set up a tent and start a fire, then you and Dad are gonna sleep alone together.”
“Yup!”
Our three-day, two-night trip was also a camping practice session.
I brought out the Celesta military’s camping set, which I hadn’t used in ages, to teach Floria the joys of the outdoors.
Even though I thought Floria was more of an indoor type, she seemed really excited. Maybe her feminine hobbies were just how she was raised to be, and deep down she actually idolizes Naris’ adventurous life… that’s what I thought.
Well, if you grow up listening to Naris’ bedtime stories, it’s only natural to look up to him.
It’s very fatherly of me to teach the real joys and hardships of this kind of thing, isn’t it?
Mm-hmm. This time is going to make for a really good memory.
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Later on.
“Dad hates me!”
“No, that’s not true at all.”
“But… you only spoil Lya and Elenia!”
“I think you’re cute too.”
“Then why…”
“It’s just that I won’t put my thing in there. Elen is enough for me.”
“That’s unfairrrr…!”
“No, I mean it? I’ve explained multiple times now that a father normally shouldn’t do something like that, right?”
“But you did it to Elenia!”
The one who exploded in the most complaints and caused me the biggest trouble was, surprisingly, Frena.
“Elen is a pervert, so I just gave up on hope!”
“She’s my daughter after all~♪”
“As her mother, I have every right to protest, Selen.”
“And yet you’re currently having sex with a pregnant belly right now, aren’t you?”
That kind of situation being overwhelmingly strong in terms of rights is one thing, but Neia is also waiting for her turn in the same way with a pregnant belly.
Which means Frena would be considered the daughter in that scenario too, making our conditions equal.
“Mom, say something!”
“Um… Master. What should I say?”
“For now, try doing something about common sense or that sort of thing.”
“Don’t make ridiculous requests in this situation…”
Viper Palace is filled with steam, skin tones, and semen today as well.