Chapter 466: Touring the City

Time to see if they can seem like locals to those who live here.

We had gotten halfway to town when one of the adults asked why we didn’t go to Donegal County and how they ended up asleep in beds.

“On the way here, there were reports of something going on just below the surface that hadn’t yet gotten the police officials interested enough to look into it,” I explained. “Those checking over the area for our safety said it was best we stayed away to keep from possibly being caught up in it. They redirected us to Cork County instead. As for waking up in bed, you got sedated in flight because it is one way to keep you from having jet lag. Everyone went to sleep on the plane to give you about eight hours of sleep when awakened around seven in the morning local time. Being tired and groggy on the first day of the trip defeats why we are here. I want you to remember the short two days we have here before going to Belgium.”

One of the moms said, “I don’t like someone drugging me without my knowledge.”

“You were given all-natural plant extracts that encouraged your brain to put you into a deep, restful sleep to reset your body clock. It was out of your bloodstream fifteen minutes after ingesting it,” I told them. “Since we arrived earlier than expected, I decided to get some help to get all of you in the rooms you will be using for our two days here. You aren’t the first adult or child that the staff has changed into sleeping clothes and put to bed. Everyone had on appropriate sleepwear when tucked into bed. If you awoke in a different state, you did that yourself.”

Glad to see you aren’t overthinking things here and accepting it.

Wanting to prove that those living here would respond differently to people sounding like locals versus someone who learned Irish as a second language, I went to a place one of Yuki’s kids suggested for lunch.

The kid doesn’t know that one of my corporations owns this restaurant, though I’m not surprised.

I went to the greeter and asked for enough tables for our group, sounding like I was trying to translate what I wanted to say into Irish and doing a horrible job. We headed off to wander some stores, and then I had my dad ask for tables. The place had groups of tourists waiting on tables to get set up for them. They treated him like a local and quickly got everyone seated except me. I went over to the bar and ordered lunch to watch things.

When the manager came walking past the bar, I called him over and said, “I am not happy that when I asked for tables for my group, I was put in the queue to get ignored for some period. My father asked for seating and set everything up quickly to accommodate the large group. Their service is better than given to the other tourists, proving my point to all on the trip old enough to understand. At the start of the school year, the children in my honors high school foreign languages class knew nothing but English. They now have the same mastery as a ten-year-old native speaker of Basque, Irish, and Dutch, or possibly better.”

He said outright that he didn’t believe me, so he went over to listen to the lunch conversations they were having with each other and Yuki’s kids. To further test what I said, he asked some adults where they were from before asking some kids. I saw the look on his face as some parents and kids explained this was their first trip out of the country. Each was reading Irish-language menus to order dessert.

When he came back over to me, he said, “A few showed me their passports to prove to me that they were from the U.S. I don’t understand you could teach a group of students to speak three languages better than I do myself, and I’ve lived here all my life.”

I reached out to have April come over. I taught everyone on the trip some fairy tales and songs specific to each country we planned to visit. I had her singing one of the most common ones for this area in Basque. Some of the other younger children on the trip heard her, so they also started singing it. The desserts came about when they had sung it twice, once in Basque and Dutch.

I asked the manager, “I take it that you know that song?”

“Yes. I’ve sung it thousands of times since I was around that little girl’s age,” he told me. “I don’t know what languages they sang it in.”

He heard the proof himself. I explained how I taught my students and how their siblings learned it by listening to my students practicing. The parents began to learn bits of each language as well.

“Why are you even telling me this?” he asked out of the blue.

“Because I thought you might like to get to know the new owner. I’m David Jones,” I told him and watched his eyes widen.

“You said you are a school teacher? How could you afford to own this restaurant?” he asked.

I gave him the short version of Darren’s wealth transfer. I would have given him more, but I saw that three large groups were waiting, and there were more than enough tables available to seat at least one of the groups. I got the staff to help me get everything set up and then seated the first group. The greeter was talking angrily to the manager about foreigners acting like they owned the place.

I went to them and said, not making it seem like I was translating English into Irish, “I act like I own the place because I do. You had no idea that my group wasn’t locals and treated them like family. Three groups were waiting, and we had space for the first, so I seated them. It was a test, and you failed. Learn from your mistakes, and don’t repeat them. These are basic business practices. The more people you seat, the more we serve, and thus the more we earn. Wait staff makes more in tips and therefore, you make more because they have to give you a certain percentage. Well, at least in places where tipping is common.”

That was all I needed to say. When the check came to the table, dad used his black card to pay for it and ensured to add more to the automatic group tip added onto the bill. I had texted him that I would catch up to them after taking care of things here. They had a map of where they could best test their language skills on locals. I helped bus their tables, reset them for the next group, had that group seated, and then thanked the staff for doing such an excellent job for my group.

Me knowing where to find April helped me track the group down. They were in a park not far from the restaurant. Even without matching jackets and clothes to those on my trip, I picked out Yuki’s kids from how they moved and how they would do a quick scan of everything around them frequently. The younger kids went to play on the playground while the older ones talked more than kicking around a soccer ball. The adults were talking with other parents.

They are having a blast. I might as well let everyone enjoy it here versus going somewhere that the group won’t enjoy as much.

I went to my parents and told them I had completed the business I had to do, and I was going over to push the smaller kids on the swings if they wanted. It was relaxing. We rounded everyone up on the trip to get back to the estate for afternoon tea. It wasn’t that anyone wanted tea, but it did make a good reason to head back. Some kids needed a nap, others a shower. More than a few required a change of clothes.

“April,” I told her off to the side. “No one seemed to notice, but if you play where the other kids are getting dirty, you must let yourself get dirty too. I know you don’t like having dirty clothes because mom gets upset. Our brother and sister even have mud in their pull-ups.”

She understood what I was saying, and I noticed she pulled back her shield over her clothes but left it over her body and inside her panties. Mom tried to hand me my brother and sister to clean up, but I showed her that April stayed clean.

“Don’t get used to it, but there are people that work here specifically to help with things like washing muddy three-year-olds and getting stains out of clothes. You only need to ask. Even if they didn’t, you could ask any of Yuki’s kids to help,” I told her and then stopped to think for a second. “ I have a better idea. I’ll pass the kids off to let the other dirty kids wash them for us.”

I took my brother and sister to a room where a girl and boy were getting into a big tub to wash each other. I expected they would probably get up to something else. I saw the boy was sporting about four hard inches. She had maybe two to three months before starting to ovulate but had been lightly spotting for months.

“Sorry, kids. I know your families don’t believe in birth control or even pulling out when the guy is about to get his. I know a lot about making babies, so let me remind you that girls can ovulate multiple times before their first period. I brought you something to help you two, my muddy brother and sister, not roll the dice. You have plenty of brothers and sisters that you have had to bathe. Have fun,” I told them.

“This is a large estate, and they would find a place to get it on. Two dirty three-year-olds and realizing that your daughter could get her period anytime now is the best birth control I could come up with that didn’t go against your beliefs. I hope you didn’t mind me butting in,” I told the girl’s father.

He laughed and said, “I was going to use banging on the door and telling her that I was coming into the bathroom to take care of an urgent matter. We have seven kids and two bathrooms. Someone always seems to be in the shower or tub, so it wouldn’t be unusual for me to walk in after knocking. Only one son covers himself whenever anyone walks in to use the throne room. None of my kids try getting themselves off in either bathroom lest one of the younger kids walk in. There is nothing like a little kid calling for my wife or me as they yell out that one of their siblings was playing with themselves to stress to do that in private. She’s already had the talk and heard us telling her other siblings, so she knows the risks.”

“David had that talk, too. I think he ignored his dad and me because he has kids all over the place,” my mom joked.

That requires a rebuttal.

“You never told me that some girl jacking me off into a cup or test tube got them pregnant,” I replied. “At least that is not how I remember dad and you explaining how tab D going into slot P made a baby. How else could I have kids from girls that were women who were ten and lived in a harem? Mary confirmed that all her sisters under fourteen were virgins when they got pregnant the first time. They’ve not had sex with any male yet but keep getting pregnant with my children.”

“A harem? You’re kidding, right?” the girl’s dad asked.

Showing him the pictures is no different than if we were at a nude beach or my clothing-optional resorts.

I pulled up pictures of all the girls and women in both harems, including my and Daren’s children. Mary’s pic did have girls that were about to pop. Others weren’t that far along.

“Not a harem, but two. Long story, but it doesn’t matter because I won’t talk about any girl or woman taking an exploratory feel, much less anything more than that,” I explained.

We were interrupted by the man’s daughter yelling for someone to stop right before my still muddy brother and sister came out of the room, each going in a different direction. The boy went one way and the girl the other. By the time they managed to grab the kids, both had given most of the kids and adults on this floor at least a quick peek. As they walked back to the room, everyone that wanted to look got a better look.

The girl held my brother with one hand while she posed for those who followed them.

“So, how soon will you two expect your first one?” I said to push my point home to more than just the boy and girl I gave my siblings to wash.

She gave me a dirty look before saying, “We got the point when you brought them into the bathroom.”

“Great. I did my job then, well, almost,” I said.

There were mud-covered kids in the group that tagged along to get a better look. I grabbed the nearest one, stripped them, and moved to the next. We told everyone to change clothes, bathe, and switch to a different color scheme, whether they needed it or not. Only those who had done so already were left dressed. I decided to save the staff from going to the rooms to get the kid’s clothes, so I stripped the rest standing around.

“That was interesting,” the father standing with mom and me, said. “All I saw were bare butts as they scampered off as if horse smacked on the butt.”

I laughed before saying, “That was all their choice to run away or let the others take a look. I think the pain from the smack on their bare butts encouraged them to run to their rooms to shower. I doubt many of them realized they were naked for a few seconds. Probably a bit over the line in some cases. They were the ones taking a peek at your daughter and that boy. Might as well see how it feels, so they give some respect in the future.”

If I hadn’t done it, one of the companions or the staff would have.

After tea, we wandered around until going to another restaurant for dinner. That restaurant didn’t care if we spoke Irish fluently or not. We had to wait in line with everyone else. It wasn’t all bad since the kids met and talked to other waiting people. My ears picked up on it when boys in one family talked about how hot one of the girls in our group was in Dutch. The other boy commented on two others. Both teased each other about being too chicken-shit to talk to them.

Jokes on you, boys.

The three girls went over to pull the boys off to the side and started speaking to them in Dutch. The girls didn’t know the words the boys used and asked them what they meant.

“How can you now know what that means? You are girls, not boys dressed up to look like girls?” one boy asked them. “All girls who have boobs know what that means.”

One of the girls said, “Give me a break already. I’m only twelve, and my brother’s foreign language teacher has only taught her class up to what a ten-year-old in your country knows. I didn’t start to get a chest until four months ago when I was only eleven.”

“Where are you from?” his brother asked.

“The United States,” a girl answered.

April was playing Patty Cake with their four-year-old sister.

I went over to the girls to whisper what the word meant and give them one that wasn’t bad, only considered a bit worse than the one the boys had said. Both boys blushed when one of the girls got on his case for saying something so gross. All five of them laughed when she used the phrase I told her.

My brother and sister were playing with another little kid in that group. They would do a nursery rhyme or song in Dutch before switching to Basque or Irish. By the time they called us to our table, those little kids quickly picked up on most of the words without even knowing what they had meant.

“Did that little boy and girl just teach my kids Basque and Irish?” one of the moms asked me. “Even if little, I can’t tell they haven’t been doing that all along.”

“Kids learn fast. That is how I taught Irish, Dutch, and Basque to everyone with us. I started with things they learned at that age. Why learn another language if it only involves regurgitating phrases from a textbook but never talking in that language? I told the kids in my high school honors language class that if they could read, write, and speak all three at the level of a ten-year-old, I would take them on a field trip to see if the locals could tell the kids weren’t from there or that they only started learning it since school started,” I told her.

“Well, you fooled me. I thought the girls were kids from Belgium, even if they didn’t look like they would be from there. Good for them. I’m from Belgium, and I can’t get my eleven and twelve-year-olds to write at the level of a ten-year-old,” she joked.

Dinner was great, and we had a long walk back to the resort. While it won’t get that cold tonight, the forecast predicted rain with some high wind gusts. Everyone had on waterproof hiking boots. We only got our hair, lower legs, and socks wet thanks to the coats.

I did get questioned by the parents on the trip after learning that at least one of their sons or daughters had a companion of the opposite sex in their room and bed tonight.

“Unless they rape their companions, none of your children will get laid. If they are lucky, they saw their companion naked when all the kids were sent to bathe or shower after playing in the park this afternoon. Yes, I know that includes the older kids as well,” I answered. “You can barge in on them if you want, but you won’t find what you expect. My friend Yuki is excellent at putting kids together who click instantly but won’t feel sexual feelings toward each other. Including when they get horny or are naked together. Tell them if you don’t want them together in the same bed or room overnight. The companions will leave but not be far away, even if that means they sleep with their backs against the room door. Give them tonight, and we’ll watch them together tomorrow.”

I didn’t say they wouldn’t get each other off with their fingers or hands if one needed a hand to get over the edge or they were curious how to make the other cum.

A few did go to check on their kids only to find it was how I said it. One group was in the tub with a boy in the back and a girl in front. His hands were on the girl’s tits as they talked while enjoying the hot water. The girl screamed at her mother for not trusting her and even got out to get on the bed to show that she still had her cherry. It’s a bit extreme. The boy came out to dry the girl off as she bitched out her mom. He was dressing her in pajamas when her mom left. She went to sleep with the boy holding her as she cried.

He seems to have already learned what to do with a crying girl to comfort her. Yuki must start teaching them at a young age.

In the morning, we went to places that the staff said were things we should visit. One was to tour Blarney Castle and kiss the Blarney Stone. It was worth getting to the top of the tower to see it.

Some might be brave enough to try to kiss it.

We had to charter a bus to take us there, but the kids loved the trip. All the high school kids kissed it, some adults, and a few bigger middle school kids, plus April, with a harness on as she crawled over me where I learned backward holding the handles. Of course, there were plenty of selfies.

We headed over to see the bells in St. Anne’s Church. It became a toss-up between University College Cork and Cork City Gaol. We went to the Gaol. As we took out tours, they did swing us by St Fin Barre’s Cathedral to check out all the architecture. Of course, we walked through the English Market and did some shopping along St. Patrick’s street. Nothing major, just some things for them to take home to remember the trip. We spent the rest of the afternoon at the Fota Wildlife Park.

We went back to the estate for a full five-course meal for dinner. I pulled aside the kids from my class and any parents that came along on the trip.

“The Hiland Superclub is having a Teenage Night tonight, so I’m taking the high school kids out to have fun with the locals. We are taking the companions with us, and bodyguards will provide extra security for us. I didn’t have anything to do with it being a teenager-only night there, but I want the kids to have a great memory and have fun away from parents and siblings,” I explained.