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.