A few days before the Spirit Festival, a fleet of "Shacks"—private transport vessels from Polka Academy—will take to the skies, packed with dozens of children.

My personal "Bedroom," aside, these Shacks are three-tiered bunk-laden beasts dubbed "Flying Children's Rooms," designed for mass evacuations. The official capacity is eighteen per vessel—one kid per bed—but since they're kids, if you stretch a bit, two or three can squeeze into one bunk without breaking the back. That bumps the max load to around forty per ship.

In reality, we've got plenty of dragons on standby, so cramming isn't strictly necessary—it's just theoretical overkill. But this winter day? We're gonna run them at full tilt. Summer Spirit Festivals don't involve kids, and even for Polka's opening/closing ceremonies, we rarely mobilize the whole bunch at once.

"Everyone, lock down confirmed?"
Once the kids were aboard, I made sure every dragon handling a Shack double-checked their seals. A few years back, one kid tried to pee mid-flight, fell out of the hatch, and nearly got crushed. Thanks to another dragon catching him mid-plummet, he survived—but since then, we've sealed all windows and doors with anti-opening wards. No exceptions while airborne.

Kids are unpredictable. They do dumb stuff. Worrying too much? Nah.

"Confirmed."

"All set."

"I've checked mine."

"It's shut tight."

The dragons held up their end too. Even with all this, accidents happen, so it's standard practice to send a lone scout dragon at the rear of the formation carrying nothing—just in case. This time, I'm calling on Silver Dragon Solis-chan for that duty.

"Usually, we land every hour for bathroom breaks. Some kids still leak anyway, but hey, they're kids. Can't help it."
With adults only, we space out breaks every two or three hours. With kids? We go easy on 'em. A few always lag behind during those stops, wandering off like drunkards—but each dragon keeps a sharp eye, so total disappearances are rare. Sometimes, though, you get outliers like Frena—full-on reckless idiots (and right now, she's the only one). So we let her go, move to the next waypoint, then come back… and sure enough, she'd been abandoned, sobbing her heart out thinking no one cares. Kids. Yeah.

Since then, whenever Frena rides in a "Children's Room" transport, Nea insists on sharing the same Shack to keep an eye on her.

"Alright, let's lift off. Basson, you're good till tonight. Tark by tomorrow evening. Don't worry about timing—we'll adjust as needed."
As usual, I laid out the route for the dragons. Since transport crews rotate via lottery each time, I gotta give detailed orders every single run.

Half my subordinates' dragons are handling this haul; the rest are on loan from both Crystal and Mist Palaces—well, more like "business trips." Those left behind? Naturally, they're sticking around in my "Bedroom" to cater to me.

"My turn lying back and getting carried hasn't happened in ages," one muttered.

"I could ride with Solis-chan if you want."

"Hmm. I don't mind a little luxury."

Inside the "Bedroom," Leila lay blissfully on her bed, smiling like a kid who just got what she wanted. A dozen or so others filled the cramped cabin: female slaves, courtesans from Tark's return trip to Cosmos Boutique, maids from the Maid Corps—all fully nude or barely clothed, as always. Too tight for everyone to stretch out flat, so some sat on bed edges or wardrobe benches. Still, total nudity was non-negotiable.

And mixed in among them? Elenia.

"...What now?"

"I was hoping Elen would ride in the Children's Room."

"No way! It's fine! I-I mean, if Andy's having sex... it doesn't bother me or anything!"

"...Awkward."

My bright-gold-haired daughter, with her asymmetrical bob slightly longer on one side. A lanky teen figure, still growing—but even so, those full breasts already hint at the mature curves of her mother. Cute... no wait, not in that way. As a father, I shouldn't look like that. But damn, yeah. If she keeps developing like this, guys'll be stuck on her instantly.

Watching her try to hold her own against the glamorous dragons, dark elves, and her own mother's naked form around her? Adorable.

"But... having Papa go full-blown with Mom right in front of my daughter feels kinda embarrassing, doesn't it?"

"Selen, 'embarrassed' covers it all too neatly..."

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

"No way. Why assume it's gotta be a sister? Wouldn't a brother work just as well?"

"Still, somehow I get the feeling it'll end up being another girl."

Selen flushed, yet she pressed herself against me without hesitation, boldly leaning in to plant a kiss on my cheek.
Naturally, completely naked. In front of her daughter, she was living out her雌性 instincts with zero shame.

Just like Selen, most of the female slaves weren't satisfied with having given birth once and deciding that's enough for child-making. They were far from done; their minds were brimming with a desire to keep procreating.
A gap of ten years or so wouldn't even be an unusual interval if they were breeding with elves or dragons. Even though that kind of age difference would make human siblings look like brothers and sisters, among elves it felt more like twins born within months of each other.

That's why, despite Neia struggling to keep up with Frena, and Luna—who already had six children—still continuing their efforts, they were all fully active sexual partners...
"Just so Elenia doesn't get taken by Papa as a dad too, I'll have to try my best too♪"
She boldly declared herself his rival right in front of her daughter.

...Yeah, but seriously, Selen, what exactly are you doing?

"That's wonderful! I really hope we can all grow up this harmoniously."
Cosmos placed a hand on her cheek, gazing at Selen and Elenia with evident envy.

"...Is there some sign that things won't stay so harmonious?"

"Papa says he prefers Uncle Carlos over me," Anemone blurted out. "Kids get easily tricked into liking whoever gives them presents..."

"No, that's pretty normal, isn't it?"

"But Primula clearly understands the charm of Papa's little something down there."

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

Not good. I thought she was at least reasonably balanced in her outlook, though maybe a few screws had come loose.

"Isn't it natural for my own daughter to realize that 'the appeal of men lies not in their face, but in their little something'?"

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

And honestly, toddlers falling head over heels for their father's penis is truly problematic. She hasn't even fully developed her reasoning yet—that's why we're keeping her here at the Vaper Palace.

"Hmph. If you waste time on such strange back-and-forth chatter, we'll miss our next rest stop and land before anyone can even finish releasing. So just get moving!"
Lyra interjected, goading them.

Still, when it came to raising children—especially regarding this abnormal approach to sex education—we really needed to have a serious, honest discussion about it.

"...And yet," Elenia spoke up quietly as I turned back toward Cosmos, "Andy, stop dragging out all these awkward things now that we've gotten this far. It's kinda gross."

"Tch..."

I collapsed under the weight of her words.

When your daughter calls you 'gross' without any conditions... it feels like an unavoidable curse for a father.

No, I understand. Yeah. The fact that a man has gathered dozens of women completely naked besides his spouse and actually brought his daughter into a room where they're seriously making babies means that no amount of moralizing will make him sound credible. That much is clear.
I could just accept everything with open arms—whether it's my daughter or anyone else, if she wants to be held, then I'll take them all! Or even worse, I could act like some domineering tyrant saying exactly that. Those kinds of thoughts might actually make things easier to handle.

But still... as humans, I believe there are certain lines we must not cross. No matter how twisted the situation becomes, we shouldn't turn a blind eye to problems like this. There will always be issues we absolutely cannot ignore.

"Sure, sure. We get it, Andy. Both Selen and I know you're thinking carefully about your kids' futures."
Selen helped me stand up again.

"That said, since we've already made our resolve and came here..." She grinned playfully. "♪ Let's just go with it!"

I have a feeling she doesn't really understand...

"Come on, Elenia. You've done oral already, right? Show Mommy the rest of the way too?"

"...I-I mean, is that okay?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Papa's little something won't get soft after just one or two times, ♪"

As the hut lifted off, my father thrust his cock right before my daughter's eyes while we engaged in an exchange so questionable even for mother and daughter. My mother watched with a cheerful smile as her daughter took hold of it.

All the fellow passengers—Cosmos-san, Lyla, the other courtesans, maids, and everyone else on board—watched intently as Elenia, trembling slightly, dropped to all fours and began sucking his glans, caressing it inside her mouth.

"Come on, Ele-chan!"

"That's it, that's it. Don't lose your rhythm. If you push too hard and mess up the pace, you'll only delay the finish even more."

Their cheers came with subtly precise advice—probably because they were Cosmos-san's courtesans after all.

Listening to them, Elenia swayed her slender naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out a strained whine, yet she continued serving him bravely.

...And honestly, I want you to forgive my utterly pathetic father, whose endurance drops by half just from being sucked by Elenia. Let me tell you how much love is in that. The truth is, he's got no particularly amazing technique, but an overwhelming storm of guilt, taboo, and gratitude merges into one, amplifying the sensation with every stroke until it feels like the pleasure is coming to kill him. Not half—more than half. Maybe even more than that.

As a result, before I could even properly suck my own cock, I let out an undignified cry and my body tensed up weirdly, forcing myself to hold on.

"Aaah... Ele... this is bad... it's coming... I can't hold it anymore... AHHH!"

I hadn't grown a bit at all. I think this happened the last time too.

Elenia briefly pulled her mouth away, lapped her lips with her tongue, and then—
"Come on out, premature-dad... ♪"

Only in moments like this did she emphasize "daddy," before taking hold of it again.

"Eeeehh...!"

I couldn't hold it for a second and came. I aimed the stream of semen toward my daughter's throat and shot it out forcefully and generously.

"...Ugh... Really, when Ele-chan licks me, I always go premature..."

Selen grimaced wryly, then used two fingers to scoop up the semen overflowing from the edge of her daughter's lips and licked it off without any hesitation or embarrassment.

"Well then, may I let mommy get pregnant next?"

"Eh... um... so you're planning to use your daughter's blowjob as foreplay...?"

A twisted mother-daughter battle over the cock. Meanwhile, the fellow passengers watched this scene with gentle smiles but subtly glanced at me, signaling it was my turn next.

Toilets breaks once an hour. A slow pace with a large group.

There's still a long way to go until Tark.

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.