Several days before the Spirit Festival, a "cart" filled with children from the private Porca Academy will take to the skies.

My "Bedroom"—the only exception—is a hovering kids' dormitory nicknamed for carrying its six triple-deck bunks. It's primarily used for mass transportation of the children.

Normally calculated at one person per bed, each cart has a nominal capacity of 18, but since they're kids, forcing two or three into a single berth isn't entirely impossible. That's why it's officially rated for up to forty souls.

In practice, there's plenty of dragon manpower available, and we rarely need to pack them this tightly anyway; those figures are just theoretical design specs.

The chance of using a cart like this at full capacity comes around once a year—like the winter Spirit Festival. We don't bring the children for the summer festival, nor do we move such a large group all at once during Porca Academy's opening and closing ceremonies.

"Everyone, confirm that you've latched your hatches."

Once the children are aboard, I make sure every dragon assigned to carry them checks their own cabin as well. Several years ago, one of the kids tried to relieve himself mid-flight from a cart and fell out.

Thanks to another dragon catching him in the air, he escaped certain death by impact, but since then, we've implemented magic-based cover-locks to seal all windows and doors absolutely during flight.

Kids are too flexible; sometimes they do completely irrational things. But you can't be too worried or overly cautious about them.

"Confirmed."

"Checks complete."

"I've checked mine too."

"It's securely shut."

The dragons are thorough. Since even with all these precautions there's always a slim chance of something going wrong, it's standard procedure to dispatch one vanguard dragon from the rear column that carries nothing at all. This time, I'm relying on Silver Dragon Solis for that role.

"Generally, we land once every hour for a bathroom break. Even then, some kids still leak occasionally, but they're kids—that's just how it is. Can't help it."

When it's just adults, the breaks are only every two or three hours. Flying with children requires extra care.

Every time during the breaks, a few kids wander around dazed and fail to return, but I've made sure each assigned dragon watches closely, so completely losing track of them is rare. Occasionally there's someone like Frena who goes full out on a power surge—and well, currently, Frena's the only one—but if we just leave her be until we move to the next base and then come back for her, as expected, she'll assume we've abandoned her and cry. Because they're kids, you know. Yeah.

Since then, whenever Frena travels in a "kids' bedroom" cart, Neia is required to ride in the same cart so no one escapes unnoticed.

"Alright, let's take off. Basson, we'll be at Tark by tomorrow evening. Even if we're slightly delayed, it's fine; just be flexible."

As usual, I confirm the itinerary with the dragons. Since the composition of transport dragons changes slightly each round based on a lottery to assign roles, I have to give detailed orders every single time.

For this run, half the assigned subordinates are my personal drones, while the rest were dispatched from both the Crystal and Mist palaces... well, more like a special mission team.

The subordinate dragons not chosen for transport will of course spend their time inside my "Bedroom," serving as my guests.

"It's been ages since I've lain down and let myself be carried around."

"I could fly with Solis-chan."

"Hmph. I don't hate having it easy."

Inside the "Bedroom," Lyra lies happily on a bed.

There are also female slaves, prostitutes from "Cosmos Boutique" returning to Tark despite not being classified as such, maids from the maid troupe, and others—around ten people squeezing into the cramped carriage. It's a bit tight for everyone to stretch out fully, so some sit on the edges of the beds or the wardrobe bench, but as always, everyone is either naked or semi-naked.

And among them is Elenia.

"...What?"

"I'd like you to ride in the kids' cart, Elia."

"No way. It's fine either way. I-I mean, if Andy's having sex, I don't really mind or anything..."

"...Awkward."

My bright blonde daughter with a bobcut slightly longer on one side.

Her body is slender and girlishly slight, fitting for a young teenager. While her development is still to come, her ample bosom already hints at her mother's curvaceous proportions, making me feel happy... no, no, I shouldn't look at her like that as a father, but hey, yeah. Absolutely, if she grows up exactly like this, men will be stuck on her instantly.

Despite being pressured by the majestic dragons and dark elves surrounding her, and even my own mother's naked form, she bravely resists with a cuteness that makes me... love her all the more.

"But, yes, honestly, having Daddy have serious sex in front of Mommy does make a little girl blush somewhat."

"One word like 'blush' doesn't do it justice for you, Selen..."

"But don't you want to make little Elen-chan's sister?"

"Wait, why decide right away it has to be a sister? Wouldn't a brother work just as well?"

"It feels like she'll end up being a girl again somehow."

Selen flushed, yet without any hesitation at all, wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to my cheek in full view of Elen.

Naturally, she was completely naked. She was going at it full tilt right in front of her daughter.

Just like Selen, most of the female slaves didn't buy into that 'I've had one kid already, so we can stop breeding now' nonsense. They were absolutely still itching to reproduce.

Giving birth over a span of ten years or so would be nothing unusual when dealing with elves or dragons; it's hardly even an interval worth counting. Even though for humans that age gap would make them brothers separated by quite a few years, apparently for elves it only feels like being born right after each other.
So of course, Neia was still struggling with Frena, and Luna—who already had six children—was also continuing to breed. They were both still active sex partners, and...

"Just so I don't end up getting replaced by Elen-chan as dad, I have to work my ass off too~♪"
She boldly declared herself her daughter's rival with a bright smile.
...Well, but seriously Selen, just what is going on?

"That sounds great though—I'd like us to grow up like that, you know."
Cosmos placed her hand gently against her cheek and looked wistfully at Selen and Elenia.

"...Isn't there some sign we're heading the wrong way?"

"Anemone just started saying she prefers Uncle Carlos over Dad! It's such a kid thing; it's so easy to get swayed by anyone giving them presents..."

"Well, isn't that perfectly healthy behavior?"

"But Primula clearly understands the charms of Dad's... uh..."

"Stop right there. You shouldn't be 'teaching' Primula anything like that—she's only four!"
Damn. I'd assumed she had at least a decent sense of balance overall, even if things were getting a little loose.

"Isn't it unavoidable for my own daughter to realize that 'a man's charm lies not in his face but in his...'"

"I think there's a problem with that."

Honestly, toddlers falling in love with their father's member is completely unacceptable. And she lives here at Vaper Palace before even developing true consciousness!

"Hey! If we waste our time on this strange little debate, we'll miss the next landing site before you've even finished jerking off. Better get moving right now or we won't arrive in time."
Lyra said that with a goading smile.

But when it comes to parenting strategies—especially regarding this abnormal direction of sex education—we really need to talk this through seriously and thoroughly.

...And then, turning back toward Cosmos, Elenia whispered softly,

"Andy, I know you've come this far, but talking about all this kind of stuff is just creepy."

"Eeeeh..."

I collapsed in shame.

Being scolded with the word "creepy" from my own daughter... it's like being hit with a spell that instantly reduces me to nothing!

No, I know what's going on here. Yeah. The fact that a man who has gathered ten or more naked women besides his spouse and actually dared to bring them right out for serious breeding sessions while his daughter watched won't have any credibility when he starts lecturing about morals or ethics—it's crystal clear to me.

It'd be easier, I suppose, to just shrug it all off with open-mindedness and say, "Who cares if it's you or anyone else? If they want to be bred, then fine!" But still... as a human being, I do think there's definitely a line we shouldn't cross. No matter how twisted things get, I believe we simply must not look away when such problems arise. There are absolutely issues that demand attention.

"Oh well, oh well. We get it, Andy-sir. You and Elen-chan both clearly understand that you're thinking carefully about the kids' futures."
As Selen pulled me up again, she said:

"Besides, since we've come this far with our preparations... yeah~♪"
I can't help feeling like you guys don't really get it...

"Come on, come on, Elen-chan. You already gave him head, right? Shouldn't Mom also see what he can really do?"

"...Is that okay?"

"Don't worry, don't worry! Dad's not gonna get all soft after just one or two jacks~♪"

As we took off from the center of the hut, exchanging rather questionable mother-daughter exchanges, my father thrust his penis into view before my daughter's eyes. And my mother watched with a happy grin as I began to mouth it.

While not only my mother but also Miss Cosmos, Lyra, and the other courtesans and maids riding with us watched intently, Elenia hesitantly got on all fours and started sucking off his glans, caressing him within her mouth.

"I'm going to do my best, El-chan."

"That's it, keep that up. Don't mess with the rhythm; if you push too hard and disrupt the pace, it'll only make your finish take longer~"

A cheering voice mixed with subtly astute advice. Hmm, is this because they're from the Cosmos household's brothel?

Listening to those words, Elenia rocked her slender nude body back and forth, continuing to serve him bravely on his shaft even as she occasionally emitted a pained nasal whine.

...Well, come to think of it, forgive me for having no endurance whatsoever just because someone's sucking my dick off. I want you to understand that there's so much love in this situation. Even though I don't actually possess any particularly amazing techniques, an overwhelming storm of guilt, depravity, and gratitude all merge together, and with every single stroke, a tempest of emotions amplifies the stimulation sent shooting through my penis like it's aiming to kill me. It's not even half—it's more than half. No, maybe even double that amount could be involved.

As a result, even though I hadn't been sucking off my dick all that long, I ended up letting out an embarrassing shout and suddenly tensed up in a strange way, enduring it against my will.

"Aahh... El, I'm in trouble... it's gushing, I can't hold it anymore... aaah!"

Completely inexperienced. I have a feeling the same thing happened last time too.

Then Elenia briefly broke away from his mouth, licking and swirling her lips with her tongue before—

"Go ahead and spill them all, premature-daddy...♪"

Emphasizing "daddy" just during times like this, she put her mouth on him again.

"Heeeh...!"

He couldn't hold it and ejaculated completely. Pointing his semen toward his daughter's throat, he forcefully sprayed a generous amount of it into her mouth.

"...Wow... It's true, when El-chan licks me, I really go soft... ah..."

Selen sighed with a wry smile, using two fingers to scoop up the semen overflowing from the edge of her daughter's lips and licked it away as though making an effort wasn't required at all.

"So then, would that mean Mommy can help you make some babies next?"

"Eheh... Woah, so you're planning to use your daughter's blowjob as foreplay... huh?"

A perverted competition for the penis between mother and daughter. And while the other passengers watched this scene unfold with smiles, they subtly glanced over at me to signal that it was now my turn.

Restroom breaks happen once every hour, moving slowly during these large-scale formations.

It's still quite a ways until we reach Tark...

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.

A few days before the Spirit Festival, a "shack" loaded with many children from private Polka Academy will take flight.
My "fuck room" aside, all others are referred to as "flying kid rooms," each carrying six triple-tiered beds. They're mainly used for transporting large numbers of kids at once.
In theory, one bed accommodates a single person, so each shack can hold up to eighteen people. But since they're kids, squeezing two or three in a bed isn't impossible if you really try. So the maximum capacity is around forty people.
In practice, we have enough dragons for transport and rarely need to cram everyone in like that. That's just on paper.
This kind of full use of the shacks only happens once a year, around this winter day.
During summer festivals, kids aren't brought along, nor are they moved en masse during Polka Academy’s opening or closing ceremonies.
"Has everybody checked their doors?"
After confirming all the children have boarded, I make sure each dragon has also verified that everyone's doors and windows are locked. A few years back, one of the kids tried to pee mid-flight and almost fell out. Thanks to other dragons swooping in, he survived, but since then, we've had Cover Lock magic seal every window and door shut tight during flight as a precaution.

Kids are too flexible and sometimes do unexpected things. You can't be too careful when it comes to worrying about them.

"Confirmed."

"Check complete."

"This side is also confirmed."

"It's properly closed."

The dragons take their jobs seriously. Even with all these checks, there’s still a chance of something going wrong, so as a precaution, we usually send an extra dragon flying at the back of the formation without any cargo. This time it’s Solis the Silver Dragon.

"We’ll make one landing every hour for toilet breaks. But sometimes kids can’t hold it in; what can you do?"

When it's just adults, we only take a break every two or three hours. With kids on board, we have to be more careful.

A few children wander off during their bathroom breaks and don't come back right away, but the dragons keep an eye out for them so they rarely get completely lost. There are some tough kids like Frena who really run off (or rather, there's only Frena), but when you leave them alone and go to the next base before coming back for them, they end up crying because they think they’ve been abandoned. They’re just kids, after all.

Since then, whenever Frena moves around in the "kids' room," Neia always rides with her to make sure she doesn’t escape.

"All right, let's take off. We'll be in Basson by tonight and Talcum by tomorrow evening. Don't worry if we're a little late; just stay flexible."

As usual, I confirmed the itinerary with the dragons. Since the transport dragons are different each time due to a draw for duties, I have to give detailed instructions every trip.

This time, half of the transport team is my own subordinates while the other half consists of temporary assignments from both Crystal and Misty’s palaces… or rather, they’re on business trips.

The subordinates who weren’t chosen for transport duty will naturally be in the “fuck room,” entertaining me there instead.

“Lying down to be carried around like this is a rare treat.”

“I could fly with Soris if you want.”

“Heh, I don't mind taking it easy.”

Inside the “fuck room,” Rila was happily sprawled out on the bed. There were also other female slaves and prostitutes or maids from Cosmos who were returning to Talcum, totaling about ten people in a cramped carriage. They couldn’t all stretch out comfortably, so some of them sat at the edge of the beds or on benches next to the wardrobe boxes, but everyone was naked or half-naked as usual.

And Elenia is among them.

"...What?"

"I was hoping you could ride in the kids' room."

"No way. It's fine, really... Um, I mean, I don't mind if Andy has sex..."

"Awkward."

His bright blonde daughter with a bob cut that's slightly longer on one side.

Her slender build is typical of her age, but even though she hasn’t fully developed yet, the budding chest hints at her mother’s voluptuous figure. As a father, he shouldn't be looking at his daughter like this... But still, yeah. She’ll definitely grow up to be something that guys can’t take their eyes off.

Despite being outmatched by the glamorous dragons and dark elves around them, as well as his own naked wife, her earnest attempts to keep up are somehow endearing...

"But it does feel a bit embarrassing to have sex with Dad in front of my daughter."

"You make it sound like one word is enough to sum that up, Cerene..."

"But you want to make a little sister for Elie, right?"

"No way. Why do you assume it has to be a sister? A brother would be fine too."

"I have this feeling that she'll end up being another girl."

While blushing and saying that, Selen clung onto me without hesitation and gave me a cheek kiss, as if showing off in front of Elie.

Of course, she was completely naked. She was shamelessly displaying her femininity before her daughter.

Selen is like this, but most of the female slaves aren't thinking "I've already given birth to one child, so no more." They're still very much up for breeding.

A decade or so between births isn't unusual when dealing with elves and dragons. Even a huge age gap between siblings would be comparable to just being born in different years for an elf.

So of course, Neia who's struggling with Frena, Luna who already has six kids, they're all still going strong at breeding... and are also active sex partners...

"I have to work hard too so Elie doesn't take my man away from me♪"

…Well, what do you think about that, Selen?

“It’s fine. I wish my kids would turn out this well too.”

Cosmos put her hand to her cheek and looked at Selen and Elenia with envy.

“…Is there something wrong?”

“Anemone said she likes Carlos more than Dad. Kids are easily fooled by anyone who gives them presents, you know…”

“I don’t think that’s unhealthy?”

“Primula understands the charm of Dad’s dick properly.”

“Wait a minute. What have you been teaching Primula? She’s only four years old!”

Dammit. I thought she was more or less balanced overall, but it looks like she’s a little off her rocker.

“It can’t be helped if my own daughter realizes that ‘a man’s charm is in his dick rather than his face,’ right?”

"I think there's a problem,"
And I really do think it’s bad that she fell in love with my dick. She’s still too young to understand anything, and we’re keeping her inside the Vape Palace until she does.
"Ho. If you waste time on such weird questions, we’ll miss our next rest stop. We need to get started before I cum and force us to land."
Lyra said that in a goading tone.
But regarding my daughter’s education, especially her sex education, I really do think it needs to be discussed seriously.
...Elenia spoke up to me as I turned back to Cosmos: "Andy, after all you’ve done, saying stuff like that is creepy."
"Guh!"
I fell apart.
My daughter just called my dick “creepy,” and she’s the one who was doing it!

No, I get it. Yeah. I know that a guy who’s brought his daughter to watch him have sex with ten or more naked women for fun has no moral high ground to stand on. But even so, I understand that saying something like “I’ll just take everything in stride and if you want me to fuck you, I will” would make things easier.

But as a human being, there’s still a line I think we shouldn’t cross. No matter how twisted it is, I believe there are issues where we can’t turn a blind eye.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, Andy-san. We both know that you’re thinking about the kids’ future.”

Selen helped me up while saying this.

“And besides, we’ve made our decision to come along… right?”

I don’t think she gets it…

“Hey Elie. You gave him a blowjob, didn’t you? Why don’t you show mommy how well you can do it?”

“…Is that okay?”

“It’s fine, fine. Daddy won’t get soft after just one or two times.”

Father and daughter engage in an interaction that's highly questionable, with the father presenting his penis to his daughter right at the center of their departing cabin. Mother watches with a smile as her daughter tentatively begins sucking on it.
And not just mother—Cosmos-san, Rila, and other prostitutes and maids aboard are all watching intently. Hesitantly, Eleena kneels before him, taking his head into her mouth to fondle it.
“Good job, Eleena.”
“Keep up the good work. Don’t lose your pace. If you rush things now, you’ll just make it harder on yourself and delay the finish.”
Encouragement mixed with a bit of advice—perhaps because they are prostitutes from Cosmos-san’s place.
While listening to them, Eleena sways her thin naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out a pained moan, but continues to serve him faithfully.
…To be honest. I want you to forgive me for being so pathetic while Eleena is sucking my cock. Just think that she loves me this much. It’s not like there’s some amazing technique involved—just an overwhelming sense of guilt and sin mixing with gratitude, making every stroke a storm of emotions that heightens the stimulation on my dick and threatens to kill me. More than half gone—it might even be more than that.
Before Eleena has sucked for long, I let out an embarrassing moan, quickly tensing up as I try to hold back.
“Aaah…Eleena, this is bad… I’m gonna come… Ahhh…”

You haven't grown at all. I feel like you were just this way last time.

Then Elenia pulled away from his mouth and licked her lips with her tongue.

"Come on, quickie dad...♪"

She emphasized "dad" only when she wanted to tease him, then put her mouth back on him.

“Uhih…!”

He didn’t even last this long. He sprayed his semen into his daughter’s throat without restraint.

"...Wow... You really do cum early when Elenia licks you, don't you..."

Selen chuckled and scooped the semen that had leaked from her daughter's mouth with two fingers, then licked them as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

“Then can I have a turn at making babies?”

"Ehfu... Wait, are you planning to use my blowjob as foreplay…?"

The twisted battle for the cock between mother and son. While watching it with a smile, my companions subtly make eye contact to signal their readiness for their turn.
We take a toilet break once an hour at this leisurely pace in such a large formation.
It's still a long way until we reach Tark.

A few days before the Spirit Festival, "huts" carrying a large number of children from the Private Polka Academy take to the skies.

Aside from my "Sex Room," these are commonly known as "Flying Children's Rooms," equipped with six triple-layer bunks. They are primarily used for large-scale child transport. The standard capacity is one person per bed, meaning each "hut" can hold 1/18 people; however, since they are children, it isn't impossible to squeeze two or three onto a bed if necessary. Consequently, the maximum capacity is set at around 40 people. In reality, there is plenty of room in our dragon fleet, and we rarely ever need to pack them in so tightly. That figure is strictly a design limit.

An occasion where such huts are used to their full capacity only occurs about once a year, around this time in winter. We don't take the children with us for the summer Spirit Festival, and even during the opening and closing ceremonies of Polka Academy, we don't move the children en masse like this.

"Has everyone checked the latches?"

After confirming the children have boarded, I have each transport dragon verify their locks. A few years ago, one of the children tried to urinate from a hut while in flight and ended up falling out. Thanks to the intervention of another dragon, the child escaped a fatal crash, but since then, we implemented a countermeasure: using cover-lock magic to hermetically seal the windows and doors so they can absolutely never be opened during flight. When it comes to children, they are far too flexible and prone to sudden, unpredictable whims. You can never be too worried.

"Confirmed!"

"Check complete!"

"Checking here too!"

"Everything's closed tight!"

The dragons are very reliable. Even with all these precautions, because "just in case" scenarios are still possible, it is customary to have one unladen dragon flying at the very rear of the formation to act as a reserve. This time, I've asked Solis, the Silver Dragon, to handle that role.

"We will descend for a bathroom break once every hour of flight. Even then, some kids might still have accidents, but hey, they're kids. It can't be helped."

When transporting adults, bathroom breaks occur every two or three hours. When flying children, you have to be extra attentive. Every time we stop, a few children tend to wander off to play, but since I have each dragon in charge keep a close eye on them, we rarely lose anyone completely. There is the occasional powerhouse like Frena who can genuinely outrun us (though, currently, she's the only one), but since there's nothing to be done, we simply leave them for a moment, move to the next base, and then go back to fetch them—at which point, predictably, they are crying because they thought they'd been abandoned. They're children, after all. Yeah.

Since then, whenever Frena travels in the "Children's Room," Neia is always required to ride in the same hut to ensure she doesn't escape.

"Alright, let's take off. Basson, you'll arrive by tonight; Talc, by tomorrow evening. It's fine if you're a little late, so stay flexible, everyone."

I confirm the itinerary with the dragons as usual. Because the transport assignments change every time due to the lottery system, I have to give detailed instructions every single time. For this trip, half of the transport dragons are my own subordinates, and the rest are dispatched... or rather, on business trips... from both the Crystal and Misty Palaces.

Naturally, the subordinates not chosen for transport devote themselves entirely to entertaining me within the "Sex Room."

"It has been a while since I have been carried while lounging."

"I wouldn't mind flying with Solis-chan, though."

"Hoho. I do not dislike taking the easy way."

Inside the "Sex Room," Lyra is reclining on a bed looking quite pleased. There are about ten of us in the cramped cabin, including my other female slaves, and those who aren't slaves but are heading back to Talc—the maids and prostitutes from "Cosmos Trading." It's a bit too tight for everyone to stretch out and sleep, so some are sitting on the edges of beds or on equipment crates, but it is a given that everyone is either naked or half-naked.

And Elenia is among them.

"...What?"

"I'd prefer if you rode in the Children's Room, Ele."

"No. It's fine, isn't it? ...I-I mean, it's not like I mind seeing Andy having sex or anything!"

"...This is awkward."

My beloved daughter, with her bright blonde, asymmetrical bob. She has the delicate frame of a young teen. Her development is still in the early stages, but her chest already has a swell that hints at her mother's voluptuous proportions, which makes me happy... No, no, as a father, I shouldn't look at her that way, but you know, well... if she grows up like this, she's definitely going to have men captivated.

Seeing her struggle to hold her own against the presence of the gorgeous dragons, dark elves, and even the nakedness of her own mother—it’s just... so precious.

"But, I suppose it is a bit embarrassing to have Papa having serious sex right in front of his daughter..."

"You can't just brush it off with 'embarrassing,' Selen..."

"But you want to make a little sister for Ele-chan, don't you?"

"Hey, why are you assuming it's a girl? A little brother would be fine too, wouldn't he?"

"I feel like it'll just end up being another girl again."

While claiming to be embarrassed, Selen clung to me without a hint of hesitation, as if making a show for Ele, and planted a kiss on my cheek.

Of course, she was completely naked. She was in full "female mode" right in front of my daughter.

Selen was the same as the rest; most of my female slaves hadn't decided that "I've already given birth to one, so this is enough childbearing." They were fully prepared to keep on breeding.

When you're making children with Elves or Dragons, an interval of ten years or so isn't unusual. Even if the age gap would result in siblings with a massive age difference for humans, for Elves, it feels like they're only a year apart.

That's why, of course, the production is still in full swing—including Neia, who is struggling with Frena, and Luna, who already has six children. They are still active sex partners, and...

"I have to try my best so that Ele-chan doesn't steal Papa away! ♪"

She declared her rivalry to her daughter with bright, unabashed confidence.

...Seriously, Selen, what are you doing?

"That sounds lovely. I wish my home could grow up as harmoniously as yours."

Cosmos-san placed a hand to her cheek, looking at Selen and Elenia with envy.

"...Are there signs that yours isn't harmonious?"

"Anemone has started saying, 'I like Mr. Carlos more than Papa.' Since she's just a child, she's easily deceived by people who give her presents... and so on."

"Isn't that actually quite healthy?"

"Primula, on the other hand, properly understands the appeal of Papa's penis."

"Wait. Cosmos-san, what on earth are you teaching Primula? She's only four years old!"

This is bad. I thought she was a person with a decent sense of balance, despite being slightly unhinged.

"It can't be helped if my own daughter realizes that 'a man's charm is found in his penis rather than his face,' right?"

"I think that is a problem."

And I really think a toddler falling in love with her father's penis is just wrong. I keep her within the Vapor Palace specifically so she stays away from things before she's old enough to understand.

"Hmph. If you spend your time on such strange debates, we'll reach the next resting point in no time. Hurry up and get started, or we'll be landing before you've even ejaculated."

Lyra prodded us.

However, we really do need to have a serious discussion regarding child-rearing policies—specifically regarding the abnormal direction of sex education.

...As I turned back toward Cosmos-san, Elenia spoke in a low voice.

"Andy. It's gross how you nitpick things like that after everything that's happened."

"Guh."

I collapsed.

The word "gross"—a spell that unconditionally defeats a father when spoken by his daughter—was used so lightly...!

No, I know. Yes, I know. I am fully aware that a man who has gathered dozens of naked women other than his spouse and has the audacity to hold full-scale child-making sessions for fun in front of his daughter has zero credibility when talking about morality or anything of the sort.

I understand that it would be easier to handle if I acted like some Overlord, saying something like, "I'll take it all in with magnanimity! It doesn't matter if it's my daughter or anyone else, if you want me to hold you, I'll take you!"

But you know... I feel like as a human being, there's a line that must be maintained. No matter how distorted things may be, I believe there's an absolute issue with adopting an attitude of simply refusing to see it.

"There, there. We know, Andy-san. Both Elenia and I know very well that you are thinking about your child's future."

Selen said as she helped me up.

"That being said, since we've finally steeled our resolve to ride this far... ♪"

I feel like she doesn't understand at all...

"Come on, Ele-chan. You've done oral, right? Show Mama what you can do properly, too."

"...I-is it okay?"

"It's fine, it's fine. There's no way Papa's penis is going to get soft after just one or two rounds! ♪"

A father, presenting his cock right before his daughter's eyes in the middle of the departing carriage, while they engage in a highly questionable exchange befitting a mother and daughter. And a mother, watching on with a smile as her daughter takes him into her mouth.

Under the watchful eyes of not just the mother, but also Cosmos, Lyra, and the other prostitutes and maids on board, Elenia hesitantly drops to all fours and begins to take the glans into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue.

"Do your best, Ele-chan!"

"That's it, keep going. Don't lose your rhythm. If you push too hard and break your pace, it'll actually take longer to finish~"

Cheering mixed with slightly too-accurate advice. I guess that's what happens when the person is a prostitute from Cosmos's household.

Listening to them, Elenia sways her slender, naked body back and forth, continuing her devoted service to the shaft while occasionally letting out pained, nasal whimpers.

...Or rather, please forgive my pathetic self, whose endurance is cut in half just by the fact that Elenia is sucking me off.

I want people to think that's just how much love I have. In reality, it's not even that she has incredible technique; it's just that the fusion of intense guilt, immorality, and gratitude creates a storm of emotion with every single stroke, amplifying the sensation and trying to kill me. It’s not just cut in half—it’s cut by even more. No, maybe even half of that.

As a result, no matter how much she sucks, before I've even had a chance to truly enjoy it, I let out an unsightly cry and end up stiffening up in a strange, desperate struggle to hold back.

"Ah... Fuu... Ele, this is bad... I'm gonna... it's coming... Ah!"

I haven't grown at all. I feel like it was like this last time, too.

Then, Elenia pulls away for a moment, licking her lips with her tongue.

"Just let it out, Premature Papa...♪"

She only emphasizes the "Papa" at times like this, before pressing her mouth back onto me.

"Uhii...!"

I ejaculate without any way to hold it back. I spray a thick, heavy stream of semen directly toward my daughter's throat.

"...Wow... It really is true, isn't it? You become a premature ejaculator the moment Ele-chan licks you..."

With a wry smile, Selene uses two fingers to scoop up the semen overflowing from the corner of her daughter's lips, licking it off as if it were nothing.

"Well then, is it okay if Mommy takes her turn at making a baby next?"

"Efu... Wait, are you planning to use your daughter's blowjob as foreplay...?"

A mother and daughter's perverted struggle for my cock. And the other passengers, while watching this scene with pleasant smiles, cast subtle, sidelong glances at me to signal that they are next.

Toilet breaks occur once every hour. A slow-paced journey in a massive convoy.

Until Talc... there is still a long way to go.

A few days before the Spirit Festival, a "cabin" loaded with kids from Private Polka Academy will take off.

Besides my "fuck room," it’s basically a flying children’s room—officially called the "Airborne Kid Pod"—equipped with six bunk beds. It’s mainly used for mass transport of kids.

The basic calculation is one kid per bed, making the official capacity 18 per cabin, but since they’re kids, you can squeeze two or three into a bed if you push it a bit. So, realistically, it can hold up to 40 people max.

In practice, we have plenty of dragons available, so we don’t usually need to pack them in that tightly. Those are just design specs.

The only time we fully utilize these cabins is around this time of year—winter. We don’t take kids to the summer Spirit Festival, and even during Polka Academy’s opening and closing ceremonies, we don’t move that many kids at once.

"Everyone, checked the locks?"

After confirming all the kids are aboard, I make each dragon check their cabin doors too.

A few years back, one kid tried to pee out of a flying cabin and fell. Another dragon managed to catch him in time, so he didn’t die, but ever since then, we’ve put a magic lock on all the windows and doors to prevent them from opening mid-flight. Kids are too flexible and do unpredictable things sometimes. Better safe than sorry.

"Checked."

"Confirmed."

"Mine’s locked too."

"All secure."

The dragons take their jobs seriously. Even with all this, you can’t rule out a one-in-a-million chance, so it’s standard practice to have a spare dragon—no cargo, just scouting—fly at the rear of the formation. This time, I’ve asked Silver Dragon Solis to handle that.

"We’ll make a descent every hour for bathroom breaks. Still, some kids will wet themselves anyway—that’s kids for you. Can’t be helped."

When it’s just adults, we take bathroom breaks every two or three hours. With kids, you have to be extra careful.

Every time we land for a break, a few kids wander off and don’t come back right away, but each dragon is responsible for keeping an eye on their charges, so they rarely get completely lost. Sometimes you get real hellions like Frena who genuinely try to run off (and yeah, Frena’s the only one so far), but it can’t be helped. Once, after leaving her behind at a stop and coming back later, she was crying, thinking we’d abandoned her. She’s still a kid, though. Yeah.

Ever since then, whenever Frena travels in the "kid cabin," Neia has to ride along to make sure she doesn’t escape.

"Alright, let’s take off. Basso by tonight, Tark by tomorrow evening. Don’t worry about being a little late—be flexible."

I run through the itinerary with the dragons as usual.

Since we draw lots to assign duties, the lineup of transport dragons changes slightly every time, so I have to give detailed orders each trip.

This time, half the transport team is my personal dragons, and the rest are from Crystal and Misty’s palaces… or rather, on temporary assignment.

The dragons not assigned to transport naturally spend the trip entertaining me in my "fuck room."

"Being carried around while I lounge hasn’t happened in a while."

"I could fly with Solis if you wanted."

"Hoh. I don’t dislike being comfortable."

Inside my "fuck room," Laila is happily sprawled out on one of the beds.

Besides her, there are other female slaves, plus some who aren’t slaves but are courtesans from "Cosmos Bookstore" and maids from the maid group returning to Tark—about ten people in the cramped cabin. It’s a little tight for everyone to stretch out, so some are perched on the edges of beds or sitting on luggage benches, but as always, everyone is either naked or half-naked.

And Elenia’s mixed in with them.

"…What?"

"I was hoping you’d ride in the kid cabin, Elen."

"No way. It’s fine here… I mean, it’s not like I care if Andy’s having sex."

"...Awkward."

My bright-haired, golden-bobbed darling daughter, with one side a little longer than the other.
A willowy frame for her age, but even now, the budding swell of her chest hints at the voluptuous proportions of her mother… No, no, as a father I shouldn’t be looking at her like that, but still, yeah. If she grows up like this, men will be lining up to get a piece of her.

And seeing her bravely holding her own against all the gorgeous dragons and dark elves around her—not to mention my own naked mother—despite being completely overwhelmed by their presence… it’s just… adorable.

"But seriously, doing hardcore sex in front of my daughter is kinda embarrassing, you know?"

"Is that really how you want to put it, Selen…"

"But you do want to make a little sister for Ele, right?"

"Why are you so set on 'sister'? A brother would be fine too."

"I just feel like she’ll end up being another girl."

Selen says she’s embarrassed, but then leans in without hesitation and plants a kiss on my cheek, practically daring Ele to say something.
Of course, completely naked. Full-on female mode in front of my daughter.

And it’s not just Selen—most of the female thralls have no intention of stopping at "one kid is enough." They’re still fully committed to breeding.

A decade or so is a pretty standard interval for making kids with elves and dragons. To humans, that’d be a huge age gap between siblings, but for elves, it’s more like having kids every year.

So naturally, Neia, who’s already struggling with Frena, and Luna, who already has six kids, are still going strong. They’re all active sex partners…

"I gotta keep up so Ele doesn’t steal you away from me!"
She declares her rivalry to my daughter with such confidence.

…Seriously, Selen? Is that really okay?

"That’s great. I wish mine could grow up this harmoniously," Cosmos says, resting a hand on her cheek and looking at Selen and Elenia with envy.

"…Is there some sign of disharmony?"

"Anemone started saying she likes Carlos more than you! Kids are so easily swayed by anyone who gives them presents…"

"No, that’s perfectly healthy."

"Primula understands the allure of Daddy’s… well, you know," Cosmos trails off.

"Wait. What are you teaching Primula? She’s only four!"

Crap. I thought she was a little eccentric but generally balanced.

"What can I say? When it’s my own daughter saying 'a man’s appeal is in his… equipment,' there’s not much I can do, right?"

"I think there’s a problem."

And honestly, a toddler who falls for their father’s… equipment is just wrong. She’s still too young to understand, which is why she lives inside the Vapor Palace.

"Ho. If you waste time on weird debates like that, we’ll reach the next rest stop before you even finish! We’ll land before you can cum!"

Lila chides us.

But seriously, we need to have a proper discussion about our parenting style—especially when it comes to the abnormal direction of her sex education.

…Just as I turn back to Cosmos, Elenia says in a low voice, "Andy. After all this, you’re still being gross for nitpicking like that."

"Guh…"

I collapse.

To be told by my daughter that the unconditional curse word that instantly defeats a father is "gross"…!

"Yeah, I get it. I know full well that a guy who gathers dozens of naked women besides his wife and then, unbelievably, makes babies with them as a hobby while having his daughter in attendance has zero credibility when he starts talking about morals or whatever."

"Maybe I should just gracefully accept everything and say, 'Whatever, it's all good! If you want me to fuck whoever, even my own daughter, then I'm taking it all!' That'd be easier to deal with than if you were being some kind of overbearing tyrant."

"But, you know... there are still lines a human being has to draw. Even if things get weird, there are things you just can't ignore. There are absolute limits, I think."

"Okay, okay. I get it, Andy. We both know you're thinking about your kid's life, Ele-chan and I," Selen said as she helped me up.

"That being said, since you've already worked up the courage to come along... heh heh♪"

"I don't think you really get it..."

"Come on, Ele-chan. You've already done the blowjob thing, right? Show your mom how good you are at it?"

"...Is that okay?"

"It's fine, it's fine! Your old man can't get soft after one or two goes, hehe♪"

And so, in the middle of the hut as it was taking off, the father thrusts his dick in front of his daughter’s face. The mother watches with a smile as her daughter takes it into her mouth.

And not just the mother, but Cosmos-san, Lila, the other prostitutes, and the maids—all the passengers—are watching intently as Eleonora hesitantly lowers herself onto all fours, taking the head of the cock into her mouth and beginning to caress it with her tongue.

"Good job, Ele-chan."

"That's the spirit! Don't rush it. If you push yourself too hard and mess up your rhythm, you'll only make it harder to finish."

Slightly accurate advice mixed in with encouragement. Probably because she’s a prostitute from Cosmos-san’s place.

Listening to that, Eleonora sways her slender naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out a strained, nasal sound as she continues to valiantly service the meat stick.

...Or rather, please forgive this pathetic father whose endurance is halved just by having Eleonora suck him off.

Please understand that it’s because there’s so much love. It’s not like I have any amazing technique or anything, but a raging sense of guilt and depravity mixed with something like gratitude combine into an emotional storm that amplifies the stimulation of my dick with every stroke, threatening to kill me. Not just half, but half again. No, maybe even half of that again.

As a result, before she could even really get going, I let out a pathetic moan and instantly tensed up, trying to hold back.

"Ah... Ele, I'm gonna... I'm gonna come... ah..."

I haven't improved at all. I think it was like this last time too.

And then Eleonora pulled away from the dick for a moment, licked her lips with her tongue, and said,

"Come on, you premature poppa...♪"

Only at times like these does she emphasize "poppa," and then she took it back into her mouth again.

"Ugh...!"

I couldn't hold it in and came. I shot a generous amount of cum directly into my daughter’s throat with force.

"...Wow... Seriously, you really do get me to come fast when Ele-chan licks me..."

Selen gave a wry smile as she picked up the semen overflowing from her daughter’s lips with two fingers and licked it off without any hesitation.

"Well then, can Mommy have a turn at baby-making now?"

"Eh...? You're planning on using your daughter's blowjob as foreplay...?"

A perverted struggle between mother and daughter over the dick. And while they watch it all with amusement, the other passengers subtly flash me knowing looks, hinting that it’s my turn next.

One bathroom break every hour. A slow pace in a large group.

To Taruk... it's still a long way to go.

A few days before the Spirit Festival, a "hut" carrying numerous children from the private Polka Academy will take flight.
My "Bedroom"—the only exception—is an aircraft commonly known as a "flying children's room," equipped with six triple-tier bunks. It is primarily used for mass transportation of the children.

The standard capacity is one child per bed, with each hut designed to hold 18 people. However, since they are children, it's not entirely unreasonable to fit two or three on a single bed if necessary. Thus, the maximum capacity is set at around 40 individuals.

In practice, there is ample room in terms of the number of dragons available for deployment, and it rarely becomes necessary to pack them so tightly. These figures are merely design specifications.

The opportunity to fully utilize such huts occurs only once a year—on this winter day.
During the summer Spirit Festival, we do not transport the children, nor do we move them en masse during Polka Academy's opening or closing ceremonies.

"Everyone, confirm that all doors and windows are secured."
After verifying that the children have boarded, I also instruct each dragon carrying them to perform a security check.

A few years ago, one of the children fell from a hut mid-flight while attempting to urinate.
Fortunately, another dragon intervened and prevented a fatal crash. Since then, cover locks enchanted with magic have been installed to strictly seal all windows and doors during flight.

Children are too flexible; they occasionally do things utterly unpredictable. But there's no need to worry excessively.

"Confirmed."

"Check complete."

"I've verified this one as well."

"It's properly closed."

The dragons are thorough in their duties. Even with all these precautions, unforeseen incidents can still occur, which is why it has become standard practice to dispatch a lone scout dragon at the rear of the formation carrying nothing. This time, I'm entrusting that role to Silver Dragon Solis-chan.

"Typically, we descend for a toilet break every hour. Even so, some children still manage to leak accidents occasionally. Well, they're kids, after all. There's no help for it."
When transporting only adults, breaks are scheduled every two or three hours. But when flying with children, extra care is taken.

During each break, a few children wander aimlessly and fail to return promptly. However, since I've reminded each responsible dragon to stay vigilant, they rarely get completely lost. Occasionally, someone as stubborn as Frena might genuinely cut loose (and right now, she's the only one). In such cases, we simply leave them behind temporarily, move to the next base, and then go back to retrieve them. As expected, they cry thinking they've been abandoned. After all, they're children. Yes.

Since then, whenever Frena travels in the "children's room," Nea has always boarded the same hut with her to ensure no one escapes.

"Alright, let's take off. We'll reach Basson tonight and Tark by tomorrow evening. Even if we're slightly delayed, there's no problem. Be flexible as usual."
As always, I confirm the itinerary with the dragons.

Since the crew of transport dragons is determined by lottery and changes slightly each time, I must issue detailed commands every single trip.

This time, half of the transport team consists of my personal subordinate dragons, while the remainder are dispatched from both Crystal Palace and Misty Palace—more like a special mission squad.

The subordinates not selected for transport naturally remain in my "Bedroom," devoted entirely to entertaining me.

"It's been a while since I've been carried around while lying down."

"I could fly alongside Solis-chan if you'd like."

"Hmm. I'm not opposed to taking it easy."

Inside the "Bedroom," Leila lies happily on her bed, smiling.

There are also several female slaves, courtesans from "Cosmos Shop" returning to Tark despite not being classified as slaves, and maids from the Maid Corps—around ten people in total. The space is somewhat cramped for everyone to stretch out fully, so some sit along the edges of the beds or on the wardrobe benches. Nevertheless, it's already an established rule that everyone is either completely naked or semi-naked.

And among them is Elenia as well.

"...What?"

"I was hoping you'd join the children's room instead."

"No way. It's fine either way... I-I mean, even if Andy's having sex, it doesn't bother me at all!"

"...Awkward."

My beloved daughter, with bright golden hair and a bob cut slightly longer on one side.
Her slender frame is typical of a young teenager; though she's still growing, her chest already hints at the voluptuous proportions of her mother, bringing me such joy... well, no, as a father I shouldn't look at things that way, but hey, yes. If she keeps developing like this, men will be instantly captivated.

Watching my daughter bravely stand up to the glamorous dragons and dark elves around her, while also struggling against the sheer impact of her own mother's nudity... it's just so endearing.

"But I suppose having real sex with Dad in front of our daughter is a bit embarrassing, isn't it?"

"Can we really just call it 'embarrassing,' Selen...?"

"But wouldn't you want to make a sister for Elenia?"

"No, why decide on a sister? Wouldn't a brother be fine too?"

"I just have a feeling she'll end up being a girl again."

Even as she says she's embarrassed, Selen boldly wraps her arms around me without hesitation and kisses my cheek.
Of course, completely naked. In front of our daughter, she's fully embracing her feminine side.
Like Selen, most of the female slaves aren't satisfied with having given birth once; they're far from ready to stop breeding. They're eager for more.
Ten years or so might seem like a long interval when it comes to procreation with elves or dragons, but for humans, that age gap would make them siblings. Yet for elves, it's barely noticeable—almost like having children just a year apart.
That's why Neia, who's struggling with Frena, and Luna, who already has six children, are still continuing their breeding efforts. They're both active and ready partners...
"If I don't try my best, Elenia might end up taking Dad away from me! ♪"
She boldly declares herself a rival in front of our daughter.

...Well, is that really okay, Selen?

"That's wonderful—I'd love for us to grow up this harmoniously."

Cosmos places her hand on her cheek and looks wistfully at Selen and Elenia.

"...Are there signs that we're not so harmonious?"

"Papa prefers Carlos over me," Anemone said. Children are easily deceived by those who give them gifts...

"Well, isn't that healthy?"

"Primula properly understands the charm of Dad's..."

"Wait. What are you teaching Primula, Cosmos? She's only four!"

I can't believe it. I thought she had a decent sense of balance overall, even if she's slightly off-kilter.

"It's unavoidable that my daughter realizes 'a man's charm lies more in his genitals than his face,' isn't it?"

"I think there's a problem with that."

And honestly, toddlers falling in love with their father's penis are truly unacceptable. She hasn't even fully developed her mind yet, which is why she lives within the Vaper Palace.

"Hmph. If you waste time on such absurd debates, we'll miss our next rest stop before I can even finish ejaculating. Better get started right away!"
Laila teases us with those words.
However, regarding child-rearing policies—especially when it comes to this abnormal direction of sex education—we really need to have a serious and thorough discussion.

...As I turn back toward Cosmos, Elenia speaks in a low voice.

"Andi, stop bringing up all this stuff now that you've gone this far. It's gross."

"Ugh..."

I crumble under her words.

When my daughter calls me "gross," it's an unconditional curse that fathers inevitably fall victim to... and she just casually used it!

No, I understand. Yes. It's clear that a man who has gathered ten other women besides his spouse, all completely naked, and then—despite having nothing better to do—decides to make babies with them as a way to kill time, would have zero credibility if he started talking about morals or anything like that. I get it.

In fact, it might be easier for him to just accept everything with open-mindedness, saying something like, "Whether it's my daughter or anyone else doesn't matter; if you want to sleep with them, go ahead and take them all!" That kind of domineering attitude would probably make things simpler.

But here's the thing: as human beings, I truly believe there are certain lines we must not cross. No matter how twisted the situation may be, we cannot simply choose to ignore it. There will always be issues like this that demand attention.

"Yes, yes. We understand, Mr. Andy. Both Selen and I know very well that you're thinking carefully about your daughter's future."

Selen helped me up as she spoke.

"That aside, since you've made up your mind and come along with us... ne~♪"

I have a feeling she doesn't really get it...

"Come on, come on, El-chan. You've already done oral sex, right? Shouldn't Mom see where things can go properly?"

"...Is that okay?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Dad's penis won't get soft after just one or two times~♪"

While engaging in a highly questionable exchange between mother and daughter, in the center of the cabin as it lifted off, the father extended his erection before his daughter's eyes. Meanwhile, the mother watched with a smile as her daughter began to take it into her mouth.

And not only the mother, but also Ms. Cosmos, Lyra, and all the other escorts and maids on board were watching intently. Hesitantly, Elenia got on all fours and started sucking the glans, caressing it within her mouth.

"Do your best, El-chan!"

"That's the spirit, keep going. Don't rush your pace; overexerting yourself will only delay your finish~"

Her cheers were oddly precise advice. Maybe because they're escorts from the Cosmos household?

Listening to them, Elenia swayed her slender naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out pained whimpers while continuing to serve him bravely.

...Or rather, I'd like everyone to forgive my pathetic father, whose stamina drops by half just from being sucked off by Elenia.

Please understand that there's so much love behind it. In truth, he doesn't possess any particularly amazing techniques, but an intense mix of guilt, taboo, and gratitude has merged together, turning every single stroke into a storm of emotions that amplifies the stimulation of his penis to deadly levels. It's not even half; it's more than half. Or perhaps even more than that.

As a result, before I could even get sucked onto my penis for long, I let out an undignified cry and suddenly tensed up in a strange way, forcing myself to hold back.

"Aaaah... El, this is bad... It's coming, I can't hold it anymore... Aaaah!"

I haven't grown at all. I feel like this happened last time too.

Then Elenia pulled her mouth away for a moment, licked her lips with her tongue, and said:

"Go ahead, premature dad~♪"

Emphasizing "dad" only at times like this, she kissed his penis again.

"Eeek...!"

I couldn't hold it and ejaculated. Directing the semen toward my daughter's throat, I sprayed it forcefully and generously.

"...Ugh... Really, when El-chan licks me, I become premature~"

Selen chuckled bitterly as she used two fingers to scoop up the semen overflowing from the corner of her daughter's lips and licked it off without any hesitation.

"Well then, may Mom get to make a baby next?"

"Eheh... W-wait, are you planning to use your daughter's oral sex as foreplay...?"

A twisted struggle for possession between mother and son. Meanwhile, the fellow passengers watched with smiles while subtly glancing at me to signal that it was my turn next.

Restroom breaks occur once every hour. A slow pace with a large group.

Until Tark... there's still a long way to go.

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…