The camping trip we took to the Northern Forest with Floria a while back.
It was a hit, which got me hooked on the idea. Now I’m at the Invention Workshop building all sorts of things in preparation for our next campout.
For the tent, I etched specific glyphs into Elven cloth to drastically improve both portability and comfort. The weather rarely takes a dramatic turn in the forest, but I managed to craft a tent that can shrug off even a torrential thunderstorm with almost no impact.
I used sound-dampening glyphs between the roof and ceiling layers so that when large raindrops hit the top, they don’t echo inside. Plus, by placing a custom-developed ultralight rug on the floor, you can sprawl out and relax without worrying about the ground being full of rocks and bumps.
On top of that, I spent a long time developing the campfire set. Lyra told me, “No need to make such things; just leave it to me, and I can provide fire without any fuel whatsoever,” but that’s not the point. Slowly tending a fire under the starry sky is part of a man’s romance.
Saying that, I etched glyphs on the surface of fireproof cloth to gently guide air flow, making it so the fire wouldn’t easily go out. This allowed me to realize a lazy campfire setup where constant airflow is maintained without needing an elaborate stove structure.
Furthermore, preparing for cooking, I repeatedly prototyped a simple assembly pot stand using that specific type of wood used as structural material for the “Yari Room.” I meticulously redid the design so that even children could assemble it in five minutes from a bundle of rods.
And naturally, for splitting firewood, I mobilized all my knowledge and experience as a blacksmith to pursue ultimate durability and sharpness, producing several magnificent masterpieces.
Rants, moved by how awesome they were, suggested, “These would definitely make more money if you just sold them normally than crafting combat swords.” But this is for me and the kids’ camping trips. I have no intention of selling them commercially.
…Besides, since it uses rare metals offered by the Silver Dragon as tribute, mass production isn’t feasible anyway.
I’ve invented and stacked up all sorts of other things too, like a “Silk Chain” made net to keep beasts away and handy portable shovels for digging holes.
Don’t say stuff like, “You don’t need any of this if you have the mobile hut ‘Yari Room’ standards and a dragon.”
I want to enjoy camping as a recreational activity with the kids. There are surely other children besides Flory who would find it interesting.
Since I never really got the chance to use that gear, I decided to organize a camping competition myself.
The participants will only be the relatively older children. It’s too risky to handle fire and blades if they’re too young. Even if the spirit water heals them quickly, I don’t want to hurt the kids or leave them with bad memories.
……And the way Dierna and Hilda look at me—filled with a very warm, almost pitying gaze—is unsettling.
“Is there a problem with the camping competition?”
“I assume you’re just going through a phase. That’s common for men of your age. Your brothers and my old subordinates had similar episodes too—obsessions with camping, treehouses, fishing…” “Just so boyish~☆”
To long-lived races like them, I’m a child no matter how old I get. That part is understandable.
But it still stings a little.
No, that’s not it either. It’s not just about what I want to do.
Look, if you set up one of those mobile cabins for overnight stays, there’s so little to actually do that it inevitably devolves into figuring out how to gangbang the female slaves, right?
I think it’s important to have a leisure experience with proper purpose and activity. That’s what I want to propose. So, moving on…
The venue for this event is in the Red Clan’s territory. I chose an area where the trees are relatively sparse, visibility is good, and monster sightings are rare. Also, just in case a child wanders off from camp, the road leading to the Holy Beast Labyrinth is nearby, ensuring decent foot traffic and making them easier to find.
…Well, with several dragons around to keep an eye on things, it’s unlikely we’d really end up lost, but better safe than sorry. “Good of you to come.”
Then the Breakcore who had been notified paid us a visit.
Since they lived reasonably close to the dungeon (though certainly not so close that children might accidentally stumble in), it seems they could make the trip without too much exertion.
“I heard you’re enjoying some camping. Should I tell Diel to bring over something delicious?”
“No, I want the kids to have fun even with the meal prep. We’ll save the good stuff for another time.”
“Hmph. To someone who lives in a city, camping must be a real treat.” “Is that surprising to you?”
“For elves, camping is… more deeply rooted in their daily life, so to speak. Our sensibilities regarding it are a bit different. It’s rare to hear someone deliberately enjoying the act itself.”
Come to think of it, I remember some of the northern elves living almost entirely outdoors.
So maybe they don’t really see camping—or rather, sleeping rough—as anything special.
“This here is our castle! Hear me, Huey! Ryle! Claw! You don’t let any of the girls in here!”
With his back to the tent Peter had just set up, he was putting on airs like a leader, addressing Beatrice’s sons and Claudio.
Elenia watched the whole thing with a cold, unimpressed gaze.
“I don’t need to be told, I’m not going in… and neither are they,” she muttered.
Peter tilted his head at that. “Huh? I mean, why not? It’s fine.”
“Why is it fine?! What the hell is your standard here!”
“It’s just that we’re bored at night, right? Let’s play over there.”
“Shouldn’t you be saying something like ‘Come to our tent’ for that kind of thing!?”
“That’s why this is our ‘castle.’ Can’t you get it? A castle isn’t supposed to be invaded just because someone feels like it.”
“I don’t care about whatever imaginary rules you’ve got going on in your head… if a girl enters the tent, I’m going to kill you, y’know? With poison.”
“Why poison?! Isn’t it supposed to be a punch or a knife for that kind of thing!?”
“If I just hit or cut you, the Spring would probably just erase it from existence.”
“Aiming for guaranteed lethal damage is terrifying…”
“I said if you don’t want to die, stay out. If you just want to play, do it outside.”
Elenia, the female leader, and Peter, the male leader. No matter how you looked at it, Elenia appeared as the older sister, but in reality, Peter, a half-dwarf, was the older sibling.
Perhaps out of consideration for that kind of ambiguity, Elenia stopped calling Peter “brother.” She used to call him that when she was a kid.
That doesn’t carry the same weight as when they suddenly stopped calling me “Dad,” right?
I’m in the adult tent with Mia, Emma, and Lyda.
Laila isn’t here today. She’s on a trip to the south with Naris.
Since the kids are nearby, I can’t start getting frisky or anything like that. Today, I’m focusing on chaperoning.
Watching over the fire, setting up the poles and straining the beast-net as dusk falls.
The net is about thirty meters across. I thought that would be plenty, but when you enclose three tents, it’s a tight squeeze.
I should make it longer, or maybe weave a second one.
But I don’t want to burn through the “Silk Chain” too recklessly either. It’s a versatile material with plenty of other uses. Besides, if there were three dragons around, a beast-net wouldn’t mean a damn thing anyway. So it was really just “let’s see what we can do with this.”
My camping set is designed to account for various situations. That includes scenarios where the dragons aren’t present.
Realistically, the idea that there might be a time in my future life when the dragons aren’t by my side seems like a stretch, but hey, maybe someone else will use it. One day, perhaps. If you ask me what kind of situation that would be? I’m stuck on that one. But can we let it go now?
“It’s good to see everyone having such a great time, all things considered.”
I murmured as I tended to the firewood. Just a moment ago, Peter and his three brothers had been clowning around, tickling each other and making stupid jokes, but they had gone quiet as night approached.
You’d think they were pretty big now, but it hit me that they were still just kids. That way they could go all-out in their ruckus and then plop right down to sleep—that’s uniquely childlike. …Or so I thought. “Papa~♪”
Kei, the dark elf, popped her head out of the girls’ tent, beckoning me with a hand gesture. “What’s up? Something wrong?” “Shh. Quietly, please~♪” ”…Why?”
A bad premonition settled in, and I braced myself. No, surely not.
“Because Peter and the boys would end up waking up~♪”
”…Is there some secret we’re in on? Or rather, am I allowed inside? Won’t I get poisoned?” “Don’t worry about it~♪”
I couldn’t just ignore her, so I stuck my head inside the girls’ tent.
And before I knew it, I was yanked in by the girls inside. “Uwaah!?” “Here we go, welcome Papa~♪”
As I tumbled in, Elenia and Kei were on top of me. Completely nude.
“Even if it’s a tent Peter and the others can’t enter, this is too open to be comfortable, isn’t it!?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine~♪ I locked the entrance cover just now, so no sound will get out~♪” They had way too much of an intention to go through with it.
Wait a minute. Let’s say, even granting that, hooking up with Elenia and Kei is acceptable. And Frena, who looks a bit anxious while starting to undress—“Are we really doing this…?”—well, let’s grant two hundred steps there.
Floria is also inside the tent. Although she has fallen for Ele’s lie that “marrying Papa is our rule,” she still technically remains on the sane side of things.
“For real, you can’t have sex in front of Lia!?”
“Eh? In the Palace, don’t we bang while other little girls watch us?”
“But it’s still too soon to show Lia something smutty! Naris will be pissed!”
“It’ll be okay if you don’t say anything. Right, Lia~♪”
“H-Huhh… I-I won’t say a thing.”
“You should act more like an older sister and protect your little sis!” “I’m fine.”
While helping pull down his pants in tandem with Elenia, K-chan said it with a perfect smile.
“Soon enough, all of you will become Papa’s exclusive onaholes~♪”
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but K-chan’s over-the-top perverted mindset is seriously insane, you know?”
“But Lia-san is dying to watch us use him as an onahole… too~♪”
“P-Papa and Mama keep it hidden!”
”…Ugh, sorry. I hate being left out. But I wasn’t hiding it because you’re a bad kid, ya know? If anything, these three are the ones on the ‘bad girl’ side?”
“Hah. Dad, you treat us like we’re bad girls.”
“Could it be that your dick techniques just aren’t up to par?”
Ele and K-chan playing dumb.
Frena reaches for her last pair of panties while…
“Well, whatever, I don’t care if you’re bad or not♪ If I can become Dad’s onahole♪” “Is it really… that good?”
“It was so fucking good the first time he fucked me, I actually thanked Mom for giving birth to me♪”
A wicked older sister doing her best to coax Floria into it.
“Dad always ejaculates a ton of times in one go, so from now on, all of us are gonna have our holes turned into sloppy, semen-covered pits that get churned up and fucked… I think my face is gonna look pretty messed up while he does it. Watch closely… this is what feeling like a woman’s happiness looks like♪”
In the dim light of the tent, her own daughter smoothly pulls off her last scrap of fabric, passionately preaching about the bliss of being ravished by her father.
Three female beasts spread their legs, inviting their father to mate with them.
Even though her brothers are sleeping just a few meters away, she can’t go against her twisted feminine instinct. “Papa… give me your dick?”
“Please let me serve your daddy dick deep inside my pussy today~♪” “Go ahead and fuck me pregnant…♪”
”…Rhea. I’m truly sorry for being such a father…”
Before his pure daughter, who was covering her mouth yet clearly fascinated by what she saw.
Driving his member into the meat-holes of his daughters with fierce intensity.
He started showing them the hardcore intercourse as they straddled their father. “Ugh…♪”
In Floria’s eyes swirled a touch of fear, intense curiosity, and intoxication at the abnormal situation. …I’m sorry. I’m really, truly sorry.
And then there are the three dragons. Please, cover up for us. The next morning.
“Hey! Wake up, Ele, Frener! …Wait, why won’t it open?”
I was still continuing to fuck the three of them in a rotation even after it got light, and I was absolutely dying with fear when Peter called out from outside the tent while I was riding Elenaia.
Before I could even process what to do, Mia grabbed Peter by the scruff of his neck outside, hoisted him up, and dragged him away somewhere.
“N-no way!? Why are you being quiet like this? Mia! Miasaaan?!” ”…………”
Whether she found it a hassle to explain or thought trying to cover it up would only make things worse, Mia left the tent without saying a single word.
「……Wait, Elere. Did you… did you actually use the audio phantoms properly?»
I felt a bit bad pointing it out since we’d all gotten so messed up that our daughters couldn’t even get off their feet after being loaded with semen.
「……But seriously, it stinks something wicked right now……」
「S-so sorry. I’m really sorry, Lia」
Since Lia was stuck in a spot where she couldn’t get it to come out no matter what, I had no choice but to apologize.
Even though we managed to tidy up the situation with the help of the dragons.
「……I think that was just a little too bold, don’t you? Doing that while we’re right next to you is……」
Claudio said it with a really complicated look on his face. Peter seemed like he didn’t get the full picture, but Claudio had clearly caught onto everything.
「Please trust me. Dad just genuinely wanted you guys to have fun at camp and nothing more.」
「……I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I think I should’ve expected Elere and the others to be a lot more slutty than this.」「……You’re quite right, sir.」
I’m really sorry for being such a failed father. I truly am sorry. And as for Floria…
「……The smell was intense. But it’s some scent I recognize somehow.」
I left a really problematic comment.
…There might have been mornings where Naris left her scent behind.
”…I’m going to end up like that one day, too.”
“Make sure you don’t, seriously.”
Please, please don’t look like you’ve already given up on fate.