How to Sustain a Swelling Population (feat. Dairy Cows)

Warriors were the most basic combat unit. A club in one hand was the whole of their kit.

Judged on quality alone they were nothing special, but their virtue was that you could mass-produce them cheap. The trouble now was that I had mass-produced them a little too well.

Ah. This is the real thing now.

When History had still been a game, I could click a unit and drag it wherever I wanted. Now that the game had become reality, that method no longer worked. I had to bellow every order myself, throat raw and voice hoarse.

A sore throat I could live with. The real problem was this.

"Warrior One, to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the right."

"Do you mean us, my lord?"

"No — you're Warrior Two…."

They were all just Warriors. Telling the units apart was a nightmare. Call one and some completely different girl answered. Unbelievable.

Hmm. Maybe I hadn't been considerate enough. The status windows floating over the units were visible only to me.

Well, of course. They don't even know they're game units.

Still, a solution came to me soon enough. If they didn't have any eye-catching traits I could use to tell the units apart… I would just have to give them some.

"All of you — panties off."

"B-but we're about to fight—"

"—That's an order from your lord. Drop those panties to your ankles."

And so the pretty girls of Warrior Unit One flashed their pussies. One hand gripping a club, the other trying to cover their slits — a truly pathetic sight, but—

"Pussy-flashed bitches, to the right-hand hill!"

"Yes, my lord!!"

Suddenly communication was crystal clear. I started handing out distinctive "traits" to the rest of the Warriors as well.

"Tits-out bitches, left-hand hill."

"We obey your word, my lord!"

"Top and bottom bare, you bitches go across the river."

"Ugh… it's cold. Yes, my lord!!"

That much was easy. Strip the deerskin panties, the bras, or both, and the units sorted themselves. The problem was the remainder — the ones who had nothing left to take off.

Hmm. Those ones I'd have to distinguish by behavior.

"Every bitch I've knocked up, wait in the rear."

"Yes, my lord…."

Those were the ones who had spread their legs for me earlier to grow the population. Judging by their faces, taking a man's seed in their pussies still felt awkward — but Hannamguk's population was only going to keep climbing, so they'd be happier if they just got used to it.

Done.

Once every unit had a nickname, command got a whole lot easier. Shame painted their faces and asses red, but holding formation like this was the only way to break the enemy. And the enemy was strong.

"That lunatic…!!"

The Greek Hoplite legion had just arrived at Hannamguk's borders. The one who looked like their captain ground her teeth in fury.

Even Hoplites can't punch through this. Not with troops dug into ground this good.

The Greek bitches seemed to know it too; they hesitated instead of advancing. With nothing actually happening, I got bored enough to yawn — and my attention drifted somewhere it shouldn't have.

Are those watermelons?

The Greek captain's chest was enormous. Even from this distance they looked as big as a pair of moons. Hard armor could only do so much to hide a pair of breasts that full.

I could raise her as a dairy cow later. Not a bad idea.

The beautiful-girl patch was a full-on lewd mod. In the original game, researching Animal Husbandry let you raise livestock — and the patch was extremely generous about who counted as "livestock." Big enough tits, and a woman qualified as a dairy cow.

The bar was a little high, though. A full C-cup looked nice enough, but if you wanted to milk her for food, you needed more. Hannamguk's own girls were pretty, but they fell just short of dairy-cow material. Even after researching Animal Husbandry, the only one worth raising as a milk cow would have been Hyo-jung.

"But my lord, I have scouting duties—"

"—You've also got duties of pregnancy and childbirth, Hyo-jung."

"W-well, of course I do. A pussy is there to take seed and make babies, after all…."

She went bashful when I teased her. The way her face flushed was adorable. I'd only been scaring her for fun. Hyo-jung's job was population-boost pregnancies anyway. Pasture milking I could leave to the Greek girls.

Every last one of them is D-cup or better, just looking at them.

White girls really did outpace Korean girls in development. Every invader rolling in had a massive pair of milk jugs. The captain's generosity of spirit — and chest — was especially impressive.

Tits like those… food shortages stop being a problem.

A civilization needed food to grow its population. Once the citizens already born ate their fill and surplus grain started stacking up, females would appear one by one in the city — that was the system. Meme-civilization Hannamguk was just a little more special about how it worked.

I can just knock Hyo-jung up whenever I'm horny.

Growing the population was the easiest part for me — and the most fun. But keeping a swollen population from starving still took food, so mindless impregnation-and-creampie sprees were off the table. Population and food had to rise together.

"Yeah. That's the one."

Luck had just rolled an entire opportunity into my lap. A moment later I gave the order to my half-naked beautiful-girl legion.

"Girls — beat them within an inch of their lives. Do not kill them."

"Surely you don't mean to take the Greek army alive? Shouldn't we kill them as an example, my lord?"

"Hyo-jung, a great civilization has to see the big picture."

They might be charging us with spears today, but tomorrow they would be the fine ladies producing a delicious beverage. I had every faith in Hannamguk's bright future.

Once enough science had stacked up, I switched the tech tree over to Animal Husbandry. In the middle of a war, something like Archery might have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seemed more urgent — but I'd already seized the key terrain that favored combat, so I could win without ranged units.

White-girl breast-milking comes first.

I was still soaking in that happy daydream when—

"By order of Helen, hegemon of the Greek League—"

The Greek army's captain launched into a formal declaration of war, in a tone that suggested she thought she was somebody. Awfully full of herself for a girl who was about to get milked.

"—Shut that mouth and get lost, dairy cow. Hannamguk is not a civilization some bitch like you gets to paw at! If you don't want to be captured as livestock or a breeding slave, this is your last chance."

Last chance to show me that ass and run for it. A proud Hoplite would never let pussy-talk like that slide.

"I will kill you for this!!"

The big-titted captain reacted exactly as I'd expected. The Greek girls trusted nothing but their combat strength and charged straight at us.

This can't be…! How are Hoplites losing to a pack of savages like that—

The woman warrior who had invaded Hannamguk on hegemon Helen's orders — Tiara — finally let her spear fall to the dirt. Being clubbed until her strength gave out was part of it… but more than that, the sheer humiliation made fighting on unbearable.

"Panties-off unit, rotate to the rear!"

"Hnnngh ♥ Yes, my lord!!"

Tiara's pride was in tatters. Enemy servicewomen wearing nothing — not armor, not even a scrap of panties — were smashing Greek Hoplites to pieces. Individually, Hannamguk's Warriors might be weak, but the organizational discipline with which they moved on their lord's command was genuinely formidable.

Guh… this is humiliating!

Tiara wanted to die. She had sworn she would capture the barbarian chief of Hannamguk alive… and at this rate, the one getting captured would be her, not him.

Her heart began to hammer.

"Aah!!"

A club strike from the enemy shattered her armor. It defied common sense, but in a game running ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the lewd patch, anything was possible. Tiara, who had reported for duty braless that morning, ended up fighting with her bare breasts fully exposed.

"Capture that dairy cow over there! The one with her nipples standing straight up mid-fight!"

The moment their lord pointed, Hannamguk's women warriors swarmed Tiara. With the Hoplites who had come with her already dead or surrendered, no one was left to save their captain.

"Who the hell does a Greek milk-jug bitch think she is, invading Hannamguk?!"

"You can get pregnant by our lord too!"

"Do white-girl prisoners have to make babies too? Our lord said he's raising her as a dairy cow, though…."

Filthy talk that should never have come out of a woman's mouth. The servicewomen, long since subjected to every kind of lewd treatment by their lord, were practically giddy as they started stripping Tiara bare.

"Hic… someday Athena will strike you all down!!"

Whether the Hoplite captain screamed or not. Whether the bitch barked in rage or not. Beaten down by clubs, Tiara was finally stripped of even her panties — reduced to a naked female on all fours.

"Seriously. If you were just going to spread your legs and flash your pussy, why bother invading?"

The second the battle ended, Han Min-guk started mocking her.

"Nngh?!"

A man without a shred of mercy. He planted his foot on Tiara's pussy and ground down hard.

"Shall we spread this bitch's legs wider, my lord?"

The subordinates holding her thighs asked, and Hannam nodded. Between her forced-open thighs, Tiara's soft pink pussy lay fully exposed.

"Haaauuugh…?! A woman's p-pussy is not there to be stepped on… ahn ♥"

Even while the enemy laughed at her, the captain-bitch's clit took the stimulation ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and she soaked herself. Unwanted pleasure was claiming her entire body when Han Min-guk muttered to himself.

"Plenty of water down there too. Still… you'd make a better dairy cow."

Tiara, who had spent her whole life on battlefields, had no idea what that meant. Not killing a captive. Not even making her a slave. You'd make a better dairy cow?

Tiara's humiliation was only beginning. When she opened her eyes after blacking out from the shame, Hannam was looking down at her.

"Congratulations, Tiara. How's it feel to be Hannamguk's first dairy cow?"

What kind of nonsense was this? Tiara trembled in fear, and Hannam adjusted her posture for her.

"No… I don't want this, I hate i— eek?!!"

A vast grassland tile, pasture spread wide with grass for the taking. Tiara, once a proud Hoplite, now had to drop to all fours on the dirt like an animal.

"Hnnnngh ♥"

Her huge, teardrop breasts hung heavy toward the ground. The Hannam who had conquered her began squeezing her udders without so much as asking permission.