Founding a Religion — The Great Daughter (5)

"Ahh... Nazca has a temple again!"

Tears even welled up in Miya's eyes as she gazed at the rebuilt temple. Watching the other priestesses follow her lead and start crying themselves, you could tell just how much religion meant to Nazca. Which made those barbarian bitches the worst pieces of shit under heaven.

"You don't just go around smashing other people's sacred stuff. Got that?"

I smacked Helga's pussy with my open palm — slap, slap! — scolding her. There weren't any Phallus Worshippers pinning her limbs spread anymore, but Helga's cunt had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been so thoroughly wrecked by my cock that she was too spent to even close her thighs.

"Y-yesss, Lord Cock...♥ From now on I'll consider the feelings of the people I plunder too—ngh?!"

Still, I had this bitch to thank for getting the temple rebuilt. Helga was a pretty decent female in her own way. Sure, the first time her panties got yanked down it had been rape — but after getting pregnant and giving birth over and over, she eventually just gave up on everything and started offering her pussy on her own. The twenty daughters she'd popped out with her eyes rolled back in her head had made excellent workers, and they were the ones who'd repaired the temple.

Hell, Helga's daughters even had a sense of ethics.

"Lord Cock, we finished fixing the temple our airheaded mommy-bitch burned down! What should we do next?"

"Hmm... first, how about you tie your mom's wrists and ankles so she can't run off?"

"Pfft! Got it, Daddy. It's true that a savage bitch like Mom only settles down once you handle her rough!"

Unlike her mommy-bitch, this one was a daughter you could actually reason with. I ordered the rest of the girls to go repair Nazca's other facilities. The farmland and housing Helga had plundered was too much to even count.

The system registered every daughter Helga had conceived through rape as belonging to Hannamguk. Even though they'd all been born in Nazca's temple.

"So it's less about where they got 'spawned' and more about whose seed they received, huh?"

The system didn't answer, but I'd learned my lesson. If you wanted to grow a civilization, you just started creampie-breeding whenever, wherever, with whoever.

Because every last person born that way belongs to Hannamguk.

That's why I suddenly started groping Miya's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ass. With those luscious back-tits of hers, she was bound to birth a quality female — and the Great Prophet born that way would be a citizen of Hannamguk, not Nazca.

"Ohoho. Lord Cock seems quite fond of my backside, doesn't he?"

"A pussy-slut like you wouldn't get it, Miya. How's anyone supposed to see an ass like this and just walk on by without grabbing it?"

"Nnhhh...♥ All that hard twerking I did at the temple was worth it, Lord Cock!"

Squeeze—!

No matter how hard I sank my fingers into her ass cheeks, Miya just kept smiling sweetly. Part of that was because she was a priestess who worshipped the phallus, sure — but there had to be a political reason a city-state's ruler would welcome even this kind of groping.

"Nazca is safe now because we serve Hannam's cock!"

"It's mutual. We get to share the faith you girls generate by shaking those asses."

"As long as that mighty army of yours keeps protecting Nazca... I'll shake these back-tits as much as you want, Lord Cock."

Miya kept "accidentally" bumping her ass into me. As if sashaying that vulgar ass into Nazca's sacred temple wasn't enough—

Did she just grind that against my crotch?

Catching Miya's hint, I ramped up the pace of Nazca's reconstruction. Every leftover luxury good produced in Hanseong got sent to Miya as a "gift," and I put the fear of God into the neighboring city-states that had been eyeing Nazca — the "You want a war with Hannamguk?" kind of fear.

"Friendly nation," my ass. Hannam had Nazca pinned and mounted. Religion, politics, military, economy — Nazca had become dependent on Hannamguk in every single respect, and had effectively lost all control. And their queen, Miya, had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crawled right under me along with the rest of them.

"Hyaah?! Ahaha... now you're even slipping your hand inside my panties?"

Squelch, squelch—

The obedient Miya just spread her legs a little wider as my fingers pushed into her hole. Even when I stripped her during a sacred religious ceremony, she bowed her head and thanked me for "getting her excited at just the right moment." Later, whenever I said "let's go check on the people's morale," she gladly walked the city streets completely naked.

Treatment that didn't suit someone whose title was "Queen." But a bitch who'd received nothing but help had no right to bark that she didn't like her master.

"I'm only a queen in Nazca. In front of Lord Cock, I'm just a bitch ♥"

"A queen talking that filthy? What's wrong with you?"

"Nnhhh... but Lord Cock is someone worth fawning over, isn't he? All I have to do is sway my hips and play the bitch... and Lord Cock bestows his grace upon Nazca with that massive cock of his, and even protects the females here with his army. Of course I should come at him from below! R-right? Obviously?"

That was the moment I became certain — not just the city-state of Nazca, but its ruler herself had been thoroughly gaslit. A bitch this obediently devoted to me would believe whatever new doctrine I introduced.

"Urgh!"

"Are you all right, Lord Cock?!! You can't just collapse like that—"

"—I just received a divine revelation..."

Miya, who'd been helping me up, jumped in shock. To Nazca's high priestess, ears perked and hanging on every word, I delivered the word of God exactly as received.

"Miya... it says you're going to bear God's child."

"I-is that really true?!"

"Yeah. But to do that, you've gotta have a ton of sex with me. You will. eventually. give birth to a Great Prophet — but a figure that great doesn't just pop out on the first try, so with a truly desperate, earnest heart—"

Thanks to completing the Nazca quest, Miya was capable of conceiving a Great Prophet. I just hadn't expected the odds to be this low — which meant I'd have to keep creampie-impregnating her until a "proper daughter" came out.

"It's gonna be a rough process. If we do it in the morning and the result's no good, we'll have to go again at night — and if that fails too, Miya's gonna have to be my seed-dump a dozen more times before dawn."

I could've just raped Miya, but that wasn't the right play. Getting forcibly railed is something you can shrug off once or twice — but nobody enjoys getting fucked so much they become a baby-making machine.

If Miya, the leader of this place, starts hating me... all the influence Hannamguk has built with Nazca goes up in smoke.

The whole point of pulling a Great Prophet was to get the bonuses that came with Nazca as a friendly nation. Sorry about Miya's poor little pussy... but she needed to get pregnant of her own free will, happily, or this whole thing wouldn't work.

"Don't worry, Lord Cock.... No matter how much my pussy hurts, I will give birth to the Chosen Child!"

"You mean that? Because according to the system window— I mean, according to the divine revelation, this isn't something Miya can pull off by getting pounded once or twice."

"If once or twice isn't enough, I'll take it dozens of times — hundreds of times if I have to! If my pu-pussy suffering a little means all my people can receive God's blessing... if my ass getting beaten against Lord Cock's crotch means Nazca can keep its good relationship with Hannamguk—"

Becoming an even more pathetic female than that Helga bitch.

"I can do it...!"

Miya said it with her eyes squeezed shut. She seemed extremely "friendly" toward me right now.

"A child who will bestow grace upon both Nazca and Hannamguk! Come on, let's go to your bedroom, Miya."

"W-wait, Lord Cock, I'm not mentally prepared yet—nnh?!"

There was no more time. I scooped Miya up without asking permission and carried her off.

"Nngh...! Hogohk?! Th-the pussy riding Lord Cock is gonna get pregnant againnn...!!"

Miya milked my cock with the same skill she'd used twerking in front of the giant phallus statue. Nazca's high priestess, mounted on top of me, wildly shaking that ass. A female whose pussy clenched just as hard as her ass was big — I got so into it I dumped a generous helping of grace deep inside her cunt.

"Haaaahn!! I-I'm getting pregnant agaaain!!"

"Fuck... still not the daughter we want."

It wasn't until after I'd been dumped into this world that I truly, viscerally understood that History was a goddamn gacha game. As fun as it was railing a thick-assed bitch like Miya, I didn't actually want to pound her until my cock exploded.

"Hmph! How's a female who's spent her whole life twerking and has zero actual experience supposed to get pregnant with a worthwhile female?"

Kim Hyo-jung grumbled from the sidelines, watching us make a baby. The experienced one had tagged along claiming she'd teach Miya "how to get pregnant properly," but once I'd actually brought her along, she spent the whole time tearing Miya down instead of giving advice.

"Shut up, you flat-assed bitch!! Nnhh?!"

"...What did you just say? I-I'm a pregnancy-specialist retainer personally recognized by my lord, how dare you!"

Miya, unable to take it anymore, went pussy-to-pussy on that Hyo-jung bitch. Even as the furious Kim Hyo-jung pinched her nipples, she kept devouring my cock with her ass.

And yet.... This creampie somehow felt promising.

"Aaaahn!! Lord Cock bestowed his gr-grace in my pussy again...nnhhh ♥"

Had the system finally acknowledged our passionate pregnancy-sex? The miracle happened just minutes after Miya's womb rapidly swelled and then deflated.

"That's... not how you worship a cock."

A female draped in lavish ornaments from head to toe barged into the room where we were having sex, out of nowhere. Judging by tits and ass as big as Miya's, she was definitely the daughter we'd made. The aura she gave off, though, was nothing like her mother's. That languid, beautiful face of hers looked strangely arrogant.

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Great Prophet had the ability to found a major religion — the likes of Zoroastrianism or Islam. Unlike primitive religions like Phallus Worship, where no matter how much faith you accumulated you could only adopt one lousy tenet, a major religion let you keep adopting doctrines that actually benefited your civilization.

A whole different league from just using faith to sweet-talk barbarians, that's for sure.

A moment later, as if she'd read my mind, Ximena pulled a fascinating stunt.

"Kyaah!"

A rebellious daughter(?) shoving her mother aside and mounting her father's cock. Without so much as a moan, she swallowed my dick with her pussy and declared:

"Worshipping Lord Cock is fine. But the method isn't female enough, Mother. Nazca's superstition only has 'phallus' in the name — it's a worn-out religion that can't even serve men properly... nnhhh ♥"

Schlrp—!!

"Hahk. We don't need trash religions like that!! Hum-humanity needs... a truly female religion that can extract even more grace from Lord Cockkk!!"

Unlike Miya, who just bounced that big ass up and down, Ximena demonstrated a technique of rapidly rocking her hips back and forth. At the very least, the daughter was better than the mother at milking cock.

The same essence as the existing Phallus Worship, but a completely different interpretation.

Brrrrt....

The Great Prophet Ximena founded a new religion at the exact moment I came inside her. Not some half-assed cult that just planted a totem and twerked around it — a genuine major religion that could become a light for everyone.

Thanks to all the twerking those Nazca bitches had been doing, we had faith to spare and then some. Now all that remained were the happy problems — like which tenets to adopt as the ideology of my religion.