Several days before the Spirit Festival, a “small house” carrying many children from the private Polka Academy will take off.
It’s called the “Flying Children’s Room,” which has six three-tiered beds and is used primarily for transporting large numbers of children. Aside from my “sword room,” it’s the only one of its kind.
The basic capacity is one child per bed, with an occupancy of 18 per house. But since they’re children, they can sometimes squeeze in two or three if needed, so the maximum capacity is about 40.
In reality, there’s plenty of leeway in the number of dragons we can mobilize, so it’s rare for us to have to pack them in tightly. It’s just a design figure.
The only time we use these houses to their full capacity is on days like this, during winter.
We don’t take children to the summer Spirit Festival, and even at Polka Academy’s opening and closing ceremonies, we don’t move large groups of children all at once.
“Has everyone checked their rooms?”
After confirming that the children have boarded, we also make sure each dragon is secured.
A few years ago, one of the children tried to pee out the window during a flight and fell out.
The child was saved thanks to another dragon covering for them, but ever since then, we’ve made sure to seal all windows and doors with a magic lock during flights so they can’t open.
Children are too flexible—sometimes they do the most unexpected things. It’s better to worry too much than not enough.
“Checked.”
“Done.”
“Confirmed here too.”
“All locked up tight.”
The dragons do their job well. Even so, we can’t rule out the possibility of something going wrong, so it’s customary to leave an unladen “reserve” dragon at the back of the formation. This time, we’ve assigned that role to Silver Dragon Solis-chan.
“We’ll descend for a toilet break every hour or so. Some kids still end up wetting themselves, but well, they’re children. What can you do?”
When it’s just adults, we only stop for a toilet break every two or three hours. But when it’s children, we have to be more considerate.
Every time we stop for a toilet break, a few kids wander off and don’t come back, but since each dragon is instructed to keep an eye on them, they rarely get completely lost. Though, there are some tough ones like Frena who’ll completely ignore us (and so far, it’s only Frena). Still, we have no choice but to leave them alone and head to the next destination before going back to pick them up. Sure enough, they’d be crying, thinking we’d abandoned them. Children, huh? Yeah.
Ever since then, Frena has been assigned to the “Children’s Room” transport, so Neia is always in the same house with her to make sure she doesn’t get away.
“Alright, let’s take off. We’ll reach Basson by tonight and Talc by tomorrow evening. It’s fine if we’re a bit late, so be flexible.”
I confirm the itinerary with the dragons as usual.
Since we decide roles by lottery, the roster of transport dragons changes slightly every time, so I have to give detailed orders each time.
This time, half of the transport dragons are my own subordinates, while the rest are on loan from both the Crystal and Mist Palaces… or rather, they’re on “assignment.”
The dragons not assigned for transport naturally stay in the “Sword Room,” where they focus on entertaining me.
“Lying down and being carried around is a rare treat, isn’t it?”
“You could fly with Solis-chan if you wanted.”
“Hoho. I don’t mind taking it easy.”
In the “Sword Room,” Lyra lies comfortably on her back, looking happy.
There are also other female slaves, as well as some courtesans and maids from the “Cosmos Shop” who aren’t slaves but are returning to Talc. The cramped interior is packed with about ten people. Some stretch out on the beds, while others sit on the edge or on the bench in the wardrobe. Everyone is either naked or half-naked, which has become a given.
And among them, Elenia is also present.
”…What?”
“Elen, I’d like you to ride in the Children’s Room this time.”
“No way. It’s fine, really… I mean, I don’t mind if Andy’s having sex or whatever.”
”…That’s awkward.”
A bright golden-haired, slightly longer bob-cut girl, my beloved daughter.
She has a slender body typical of a pre-teen, though her development is just beginning, and even so, the way her chest swells hints at the fullness of her mother’s proportions, which makes me… no, no, as a father I shouldn’t be looking at her that way, but still, yeah. If she grows up like this, every man will be captivated.
Seeing my daughter, who is surrounded by luxurious dragons, dark elves, and even her own mother’s naked body, bravely but somewhat overshadowed by them, is somehow… endearing.
“But, well, it’s a little embarrassing to have serious sex with Mom in front of my daughter.”
“Saying it’s just embarrassing is such an oversimplification, Selen…”
“But you want to make Elen-chan your sister, don’t you?”
“No, why decide it’s a sister? Why not a brother?”
“I feel like she’d end up being a girl again somehow.”
As Selen said this, she leaned in and kissed my cheek without hesitation, almost as if to show off to Elen.
Of course, she was completely naked. In front of her daughter, she was fully in her feminine mode.
Not just Selen but most of the female slaves haven’t decided, “I’ve had one child, so I’m done with reproduction.” They’re still fully intent on having more.
A ten-year or so break between reproducing with elves or dragons isn’t unusual. Even if it means a big age gap between siblings, to elves, it’s more like a year apart.
So of course, including Neia, who is struggling with Frena, and Luna, who already has six children, they’re still going at it. They’re both active sex partners…
“Elen-chan, I have to work hard so I don’t lose Papa to you♪”
She declared herself Elen’s rival openly and brightly.
…Wait, really, what’s up with that Selen?
“It’s nice, isn’t it? I wish our family could grow up as harmoniously as this.”
Cosmos-san rested her hand on her cheek and looked at Selen and Elenia with envy.
”…Is there any sign of it not being harmonious?”
“Anemone started saying she likes Carlos-san more than Papa. Children are easily swayed by the person who gives them gifts…”
“No, isn’t that healthy?”
“But Primula understands the charm of Papa’s… you know.”
“Wait. What have you been teaching Primula? She’s only four years old!”
This is bad. I thought she was a bit off but overall pretty balanced.
“It can’t be helped if my own daughter realizes ‘the charm of men lies in their thing’ before I do, can it?”
“I think that’s a problem.”
And a child who falls for her father’s thing is just wrong. She’s still too young to understand anything, so we’re keeping her inside the Vapor Palace.
“Hey. If we waste time on such a strange conversation, we’ll reach the next rest stop before you even finish.”
Lyra said this to hurry us along.
But when it comes to children’s education, especially in the realm of abnormal sexual matters, we really need to sit down and have a serious talk.
…As I turned back to Cosmos-san, Elenia spoke in a low voice.
“Andy. After going this far, saying things like that is just gross.”
“Ugh.”
I collapsed.
Being told so directly by my daughter is the spell that makes any father fall instantly, “gross.” She casually used it…!
No, I get it. Yeah. I totally get it. A guy who has gathered ten or more naked women besides his wife and, of all things, is now making a baby just for fun would have zero credibility if he started talking about morals or something.
Honestly, it’d be easier to just accept it all and say, “Whatever, my daughter’s here too, but if she wants me to fuck her, I’ll take care of it!” That’d at least be easier to handle than this.
But still. I think there are certain lines as a human being that you have to protect. Even if something is twisted, you can’t just ignore it—that’s something that absolutely has to be addressed.
“Okay, okay. I get it, Andy-san. Both Elen and I understand that you’re really thinking about the child’s future.”
Selen helped me up as she said this.
“And besides, since we’ve already made up our minds to come here… right? ♪”
I don’t think they get it at all…
“Hey, Elen. You’ve done a blowjob before, haven’t you? Show Mama how you can do it properly, okay?”
”…Y-yeah, sure?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! There’s no way Papa’s little thing would get soft from just one or two times, right? ♪”
With a mother-daughter conversation that’s beyond questionable, the father held out his cock right in front of his daughter in the middle of the cabin as the plane took off. And the mother watched with a smile as her daughter timidly began to suck it.
“And then, Mama gets to take my turn, okay?”
“Wha—wait, you’re planning to use your daughter’s blowjob as foreplay…?”
A twisted battle over the cock between mother and daughter. And while they watched with amused expressions, the other passengers subtly signaled that it was my turn next.
Rest breaks are once an hour. A slow pace for a large formation.
It’ll still be a while before we reach Talc…