Devouring Sparta — The Female Gladiator (3)
< p> Nike, her hips grinding firmly against my cock, spoke with a mischievous lilt.
“Kaliope, from now on you’re a slave.”
“Ptooey! Just kill me! Aira forced you to give birth, so you can never be queen!!”
Kaliope refused to kneel even when the escorting soldiers dragged her away, her mouth still spitting venom.
She had endured the rough treatment of a woman—armor ripped away, clothes torn in the struggle—yet her Spartan spirit remained unbroken.
‘How should I deal with this bitch?’
Chopping off her head would end it quickly, but I craved something more dramatic.
To ensure every Spartan citizen understood the horrific fate awaiting anyone who dared rebel, I needed a punishment worse than death itself.
Of course, finding the perfect method wasn’t easy.
If the punishment was too cruel, the city would plunge into fear, happiness would plummet, and only dissatisfied citizens would multiply.
I had just eaten Sparta; another rebellion would be exhausting.
Nike offered her own advice, ever the dutiful daughter.
Even while serving my nights as queen, she worried about the city.
“Haaat…! When war breaks out, we’ll use Kaliope as bait, right?! Spartans are a battle race, Papa! We love this kind of thing, Daddy… Haaaaang ♥”
Squish—squish!
Squish… squish…?
I buried my daughter’s pussy and muttered to myself.
“There’s a catch, isn’t there?”
“U-um, yes, yes, just don’t stop thrusting, keep going… keep pounding my pussy with Lord Cock, Daddy— Aaaat?!”
Puuuuk—!! Bruuururru…
“Thanks. Thanks to you, Nike, I got a brilliant idea.”
“Hiiiit… Daddy’s thanks made me bear such a pretty daughter too ♥”
I could ignore the cutesy “pretty daughter” line, but the advice Nike had just given was worth remembering.
If I leveraged Sparta’s battle-nation specialty to the fullest…
I could gain both happiness and a living example, right?
The next day I opened the Science & Technology tech tree from the status screen.
In situations like this, it was necessary to think flexibly.
I paused my original research tech and diverted Science to a completely different path.
‘Not much left.’
City-produced Science was proportional to population to a degree.
The developer’s logic seemed to be “more heads, more ideas,” and anyway, the merged Hannamguk that now owned Sparta received excellent news.
[Capital Hanseong produces +34 Science!]
[City Sparta produces +21 Science!]
[City-state Sidon produces +12 Science!]
Thanks to devouring Sparta, three cities were now churning out Science.
The speed of researching “Architecture” skyrocketed accordingly.
[Civilization Hannamguk has completed the “Architecture” tech tree!]
Naturally, civilizations that researched Architecture could construct beneficial buildings in their cities.
Depending on the civilization, various housing spaces—from thatched roofs to igloos—could be built to house more population.
But the building that caught my eye was something else entirely.
[Amphitheatre]
◊ Overview:
- A classic stadium from the age of gladiators where combat is fought
◊ Effects:
- +10 to +30 Culture for every successful game
- +5 Happiness
Everyone thought of the Roman Colosseum when they heard “gladiator,” but in the Europe of that era, small-scale gladiator arenas dotted the landscape everywhere.
Collectively they were called amphitheaters.
The world still lacked any gladiator culture, but Spartans, a battle race, would surely cheer at the sight.
“Kaliope, if you want to be free again, win the next gladiator game.”
“Huuugh… Wh-what? A gladiator game?”
I offered hope to the slave Kaliope.
She, who had once led a rebel army, looked bewildered.
“W-what are you planning, Han Min-guk…? The moment I became your slave, you wanted me to be free immediately—”
This girl still believed she could lose.
Well, that was understandable. She was strong enough to be a general under Aira.
“You think you’ll win, you Spartan bitch?”
“Grrk—Shut your mouth, barbarian! No warrior in Sparta can defeat me!!”
Kaliope violently protested, but of course no one knew who would win or lose until the fight.
Separate from that… what if a girl this arrogant turned into a pathetic mess on the arena floor?
‘This is going to be a masterpiece story.’
She had nearly become queen through civil war but was betrayed by the god-chosen successor.
Enraged by that, she plotted a rebellion and became the leader of the rebel army turned slave.
She had only just regained freedom to debut as a gladiator, yet she would be publicly humiliated to the point she couldn’t show her face again?
‘She’ll become gossip fodder for the entire city.’
Citizens who hated Kaliope would feel satisfied.
Rebellious radicals with ambitions would lose the courage to challenge the throne ever again.
I sensed it immediately.
“You’ll make a perfect example, Kaliope. Come prepared to lose every honor you’ve accumulated in a single day.”
“…No one can defeat me in a duel.”
Kaliope accepted my request to debut as a gladiator anyway.
Unfamiliar with fighting Nike, her confidence was immense.
*****
“But Daddy… Sparta doesn’t have the resources yet?”
When I announced the amphitheater, Nike raised an objection.
If one only considered production capacity—the ability to spawn units and build buildings—my daughter was right.
Sparta was still recovering from the aftershocks of civil war.
“What? You don’t listen to me now that you’re queen?!”
“Tsk. Why are you speaking so coldly? I’m only fulfilling my duties as a bureaucrat of Hannamguk.”
Nike, who was still a bureaucrat of Hannamguk even before becoming Sparta’s queen.
She remained a reliable daughter whether ruling the city during the day or biting my cock at night. A bit arrogant, sure.
“If production capacity is limited… of course city reconstruction should come before entertainment facilities!”
“Nike is right. Reconstruction first.”
“…But why do you keep bringing up the arena? As the ruler of Hannamguk, you should be more rational!”
Nike’s realistic attitude was admirable. If I trusted her, I could leave Sparta in her hands.
But still, looking down on my capabilities was irritating.
‘Our little cow has to be properly scolded for the first time in a while.’
That night I stripped Nike in the bedroom and posed her in the cat-cow position. I slammed my cock into her huge ass with such force that her flesh would burst.
I pointed at the pile of gold on the bed and asked Nike.
“Guess how many gold this is.”
“Aaang!! S-seven… s-eight hundred gold… Uuuh?!”
Nike, who still underestimated my wealth.
This daughter needed her ass properly spanked to learn.
Slap—!
“Hyiiiit?! Eight hundred gold! Aaaang! I was wrong, so punish my ass instead of me, Daddy… ♥”
“Nike. The amphitheater… why not build it in Hanseong instead of Sparta?”
“That’s impossible…! Daddy, I’m the daughter you personally gave birth to— Hiiiiing ♥ Compared to that fox Kim Hyo-jung, I have to be the most outstanding! Please Daddy! From now on I won’t defy you and will diligently suck your cock, Nike… Heeeng ♥”
In the end Nike left the bed without knowing how many gold were on it. A queen who had been plundered and was dripping with pussy juice—tch.
But if I thought of it as training my daughter, the night had been worth every bit.
“City management can’t be too honest either, understood?”
I placed gold in front of Nike’s eyes.
Efficiency demanded shortcuts.
“A total of 1,120 gold. Citizens’ precious labor (production) should go to reconstruction, and minor facilities like the amphitheater should be bought with gold. That’s wiser.”
“Hikk! Yes… I’ll love you even more for spanking me with your cock so I can become a good leader, Daddy ♥”
Thus Sparta’s queen learned about resource allocation.
While Nike focused on reconstruction, I continued exporting gold and milk to Sidon and Greece, making money, and adding the extra taxes Xenia collected in Hanseong, everything flowed to Sparta.
Nike paid for the amphitheater in three installments using the gold I gave her.
[City Sparta has built an Amphitheatre!]
It cost a combined 2,160 gold, but the moment I finished paying, the arena was completed.
Even knowing this was a game world, the sight was mysterious.
Thanks to paying entirely in gold, production capacity was all redirected to reconstruction.
[Reconstructed damaged housing spaces! (Happiness +2)]
[Reconstructed burned market during war! (Happiness +1)]
[Repaired some damaged oracles! (Happiness +4)]
Under Hannamguk’s active management, Sparta entered its golden age.
The once-happy citizens seemed to have already forgotten that civil war had even happened, and the bastards who had called the queen “barbarian” or “incestuous cum-dump” vanished from the plaza.
Spartans now enjoyed their first taste of leisure time.
Thanks to their race specialty, they spent those hours in unusual ways.
Gentle Athenians would have been picking olives and lounging, but the smiling Spartans could not endure peaceful worlds.
Therefore, it was only natural that the amphitheater became the talk of the city.
“Hey, did you hear that? They say that round building is a gladiator arena!”
“Gladiator…? Ah! The one with swords and shields!”
“Yeah! They say slaves participate as gladiators and win freedom if they beat their opponents?”
“But if you lose… you get all kinds of things done inside the arena, right? Yesterday a failed gladiator was beaten until her tits turned red by a loser.”
“Ugh. I’d rather die than be tortured in a crowded place like that. But… as long as it’s fun, right, hey! What better entertainment is there lately than war?”
Still, the gladiator games in beautiful-girl-patched Sparta were softer than real Roman ones.
After all… it was less cruel than having arms chopped off… or having wooden rods stuck in pussy or ass.
‘Only the human personality would be erased.’
Nevertheless, interest in the amphitheater grew daily in Sparta.
Citizens watched gladiators trample, humiliate, and rape each other and felt vicarious satisfaction.
[Amphitheatre produces Culture (+10) (Oracle: +10)]
After the game, Sparta’s culture flourished amid the crowd’s cheers.
With an Oracle in the city, culture production doubled.
That was exactly what I had been waiting for.
Now that gladiator games had become the city’s craze—
“Did you hear that??”
“If you didn’t, you’re an Athenian spy.”
It was time for the main event.
With this game, Sparta might become the cultural center of the city.
Already the plaza was covered in graffiti.
[Nike Queen personally judges Kaliope]