Religious War - Favorite Bitch (3)

The very next day after I proclaimed freedom of religion, Greece and Macedon declared war on my civilization.

In the game History, the more wars you fight, the worse off you tend to be. Pour all your gold and production into combat units instead of science buildings, culture districts, or World Wonders? Drag the fighting out long enough and the maintenance costs alone can bankrupt your entire civilization.

"Don't worry about that. Losing or stalemating a war is fucked, sure — but winning one is a jackpot. You bill the loser for the war costs, and when you take their cities you get every facility inside for free. Right, Kim Hyo-jung?"

Just like when Hannamguk "annexed" Sparta and the Oracle came with it.

But Hyo-jung's face stayed dark.

"I'm not worried about you losing either, my lord! But… it's the after you conquer Greece that becomes the problem, isn't it?"

Hmm. Fair point, actually.

Mindlessly annexing enemy cities in wartime might bulk you up fast, but it leaves the whole civilization a little shaky. Conquered populations don't exactly throw confetti for the occupying army. Happiness in occupied territory tanks overnight, and if the conqueror can't manage that happiness, rebellions break out. You're already fighting one civilization — now you've got rebels on top of it. Messy.

"Good counsel, Hyo-jung."

"Heheh. Getting pregnant is mandatory, but a truly loyal bitch-dog also knows how to speak hard truths to her lord!"

"Yeah. But we're still going to war. Even factoring in what you said, fighting is the profitable move."

Hyo-jung looked puzzled. She'd been arguing that if Hannamguk had to fight at all, we should only take on either Helen or Alexandria — one bitch at a time —

"Still, the final call is yours, my lord."

She'd already figured she couldn't break my stubborn streak. A moment later, without a word, Hyo-jung slid her panties down and climbed onto my cock.

"Hnnngh… ♥ I'll make you some swordsmen to fight Greece, then…"

"You listen so well, and you spread your legs without even being told. You've gotten real precious, Hyo-jung."

Schlick… schlick!

She rocked her hips up and down as she answered.

"Hyaaahn…! When my lord digs his heels in, there's always a bigger reason—ah?! G-go a little gentler, though…"

Schlick. Schlick. Schli…ck.

"Thank you for sparing my pussy, my lord ♥"

"Don't mention it. Your pregnant daughters are going to lead us to victory — I've got to take care of their mother too."

"Anyway, I'm putting my pussy on the line because I trust you…. To an outsider it might look reckless, but… nngh? Y-you're always the one who sees further ahead!!"

Of course my cock chose that exact moment — right in the middle of her quiet little confession — to cum. Still, it was a lingering, satisfying fuck.

"Heeungh ♥ Treated like a breeding sow first thing in the morning…"

"My Hyo-jung doesn't need to worry about a thing. Just keep popping out babies."

"Haaah…. Really?"

Of course.

War and politics are better left to a washed-up veteran like me, Strategist.

All that lovey-dovey sex paid off — Hyo-jung got pregnant with triplets. She was a veteran bitch who could handle childbirth just fine on her own, so I turned my full attention to the war bearing down on us.

Where will the Greek army strike first?

From Helen's perspective, snatching Hannamguk's capital, Hanseong, would be ideal. Instant end to the war.

"I'm telling you, no way! Even that big-titted bitch knows how impregnable Hanseong is!"

But Kira — Sidon's queen and my personal lift-and-fuck toy — had a point. While I'd been in the Greek League, Hannamguk had traded with Athens often enough. Helen would have heard the rumors that I'd built walls around the capital, and she'd know Hanseong's terrain itself — rivers and hills everywhere — made assault a nightmare.

"Then she'll hit Sidon or Nazca first. Helen squeezed every last troop she could muster for this, so if she doesn't produce results fast—"

The league cities would start grumbling. Their so-called hegemon starting a pointless war and dragging Greece into the dirt.

The most plausible scenario: Helen takes Sidon, Alexandria takes Nazca. Greece would obviously want its old vassal Sidon back under the thumb, and Macedon would leave the distant target to Greece and hit the nearby Nazca instead.

Kira knew that perfectly well — which was why she was panicking. The Queen of Sidon was even more talkative than usual today.

"I'm really sure about this…! Helen already hates my guts, so she's totally going to hit S-Sidon first… you know."

"What. Did you just use honorifics?"

"Hehe. A wife can sweet-talk her husband a little, right…? And a husband is supposed to take care of the wife he loves first… that's marriage… hngk!"

Ah. So that was it.

Only then did I notice why Kira was wearing clothes so sheer you could see straight through them.

"You want me to prioritize Sidon over Nazca?"

Nod nod.

Kira twisted her body and flushed red. When I just chuckled, she seemed to take it as some kind of misunderstanding and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt.

Kira wasn't wearing panties today. Between her pale thighs, her plump little mound was on full display.

"It may have been a political marriage, but we're still husband and wife! …I've pulled more than five daughters out of this t-tiny pussy for you! And I even got pregnant with two Great Persons like Xenia and Layla…!"

Rustle.

Kira slipped out of her dress and stood naked. Petite frame, but with a perky little rear — she hopped up and clung to me like a cicada. I, the man, just stood there… while she, the woman who ought to have been more demure, locked her pussy around my cock and started working her hips every which way.

Squelch—

"Haaang ♥ Miya can't get pregnant dangling in midair like this… r-right, darling?"

"You're clamping down on purpose, you tiny little cunt-bitch… Fluttering your lashes won't work. I prioritize whatever helps Hannamguk first. That's it."

Kira hooked her arms around my neck. Even with me standing still, she ground herself against me on her own.

"Nngh…!! I-I got stuck in this humiliating position for our political marriage back then, remember ♥"

"Ah, right. You got raped in this exact pose on our wedding day too. Kira's so small and light she's the perfect bitch for picking up and fucking whenever."

Sexual harassment that should have shattered any woman's pride. But Kira kept cooing and sweet-talking right up through the moment her womb got creampied full of cum.

"Sidon bitches take their husband's seed so well ♥ And if Kira pops out a Great Merchant like this, my lord gets richer too… ah! I'll be a good little wife who keeps getting pregnant for Hannamguk's sa—"

"So what's your actual request?"

"…Hngk! I-I can give you this good stuff every single day, so please protect Sidon instead of Nazca, I'm begging you!! Without the Hannam army, Sidon will get c-conquered by Greece immediately! Uuuhh."

Brrrrrt….

I knocked Kira up, then sorted my thoughts. I didn't want to lose Nazca either, but Sidon — a commercial city-state — was basically Hannamguk's trade hub.

Every major trade route runs through Sidon…

If Helen took it, Hannamguk's economy would lurch. Worst case, we might not even be able to cover combat unit maintenance. Even setting aside the fact that a lift-and-fuck bitch was good medicine, Sidon was a city-state worth saving.

"Sorry. Nazca ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠still comes first, Kira."

"W-why does that big-assed Miya bitch get priority?! Darling… my lord… n-no! Master, please? Take pity on me and save Sidon first, I'm begging you…."

That mouthy little brat turning into this submissive bitch. Kira's progress was adorable, but a man who ruled a civilization couldn't let himself get swayed by a woman's pussy.

I was playing this war on a longer timeline.

Better to use Sidon as bait. If Helen bites hard, I can pin the Greek army in place.

Meanwhile I'd march my forces to Nazca, smash the Macedonian army with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a swordsman corps, then retake Sidon. Any leftover detachments could just raid the emptied-out Greece.

"If you could just spare a t-tiny bit of that 'leftover detachment' for Sidon, I wouldn't know what to do with myself… hehe."

Kira was still scared enough that she wouldn't stop buttering me up. She loved Sidon more than anyone alive… I understood.

"Just hold on a little longer, Kira."

So I explained my plan to the crying girl — slowly, in detail. The strategy of using Sidon as bait to strike at Greece's blind spot. In the end, Kira accepted it.

"…P-promise you'll come save Sidon later, though!"

"Of course. Would a husband abandon the 'wife' who bore his children?"

"Hngk! You just called it a political marriage earlier!"

Well. That was true.

But I liked Sidon and Kira enough that I had no intention of throwing them away. Even if the bond had been forced from the start.

A few days later, Sidon fell to the Greek army.

Without Hannamguk's troops, it really was a city-state anyone could snatch. Helen marched an unprecedented host into Kira's palace.

"Don't get cocky just because you won once… Helen."

"Hush! Losers quietly pour the wine, Kira."

But something was off.

Even granting that defending the capital Hanseong came first — abandoning Sidon, a gold-printing machine, this easily? Looking closer, though…

The Sidon of today was nothing like the old one.

"……."

A white elephant. An empty shell. The Sidon Helen had actually occupied was a city-state with no substance left.

Helen had expected the annexation penalty. Common enough in war. She just hadn't expected the resistance to run this deep.

Years of close ties with Hannamguk had turned Sidon's women into devout followers of Hannamism. When Greek troops tried to raise an Athenian statue in the temple, the faithful erupted in furious protest. Before long, ordinary citizens who weren't even soldiers were picking up sickles and plows.

On top of everything, the Hannam army had stripped Sidon of every luxury good on the way out. The luxuries the city-state originally held, plus the breast milk and gold Hannamguk had been supplying — all of it, gone. When the comforts people had taken for granted vanished overnight, the citizens lost their minds.

"Lady Helen, the Sidon citizens are protesting at the temp—"

"—Heeheeheehee!! Serves you right, you Greek white-horse bitches! You can stab us with your spears, but you'll never touch our spi— eugh?!"

"Do not interrupt my reports, Kira. A loser should know her place."

Helen scolded her, squeezing Kira's breasts hard enough to burst. The two had never been close, but honestly this was just Helen taking out her frustration.

"Uuhh…. How could they humiliate our queen like that…!"

But that was the mistake. Kira's retainers and palace maids who witnessed Helen's sexual harassment only hated Greece more for it—

And that became the spark.

In real history and in the game alike, citizens pushed past a certain threshold of misery tend to abandon the self and become a mob.

The Greek army found itself pinned down somewhere it never expected.

Around the same time.

The Spartan army casually ignored Athens's order to "advance on Hannamguk." Sparta had always been Greek in name only — its heart was somewhere else entirely.

"Lady Nike, a letter from His Majesty."

"Nngh?! A letter Daddy wrote just for me… ahem! Fine, I got it — leave so I can read it alone."

Nike, blood of the warrior woman Ayra, was the kind of pretty, obedient daughter who obeyed without question whenever her daddy — the man who'd impregnated her mother — spoke. Helen had been an idiot for mistaking her for "Ayra's daughter." Nike had never given a damn about the name "Sparta" to begin with… she was Daddy's bitch through and through.

She was a queen who put her backer, Hannamguk, ahead of the interests of the city she ruled. Nike opened the letter Han Min-guk had sent.

"…Nazca? That's where Miya is, isn't it? Tch. Daddy's problem is that he's got way too many bitches around him."

If you had to classify it, the feeling was closer to jealousy. But Nike carefully dressed up her own emotions as "duty" and "loyalty."

"Proud warrior women! This is the moment Sparta becomes the hegemon of Greece!!"

She gathered Sparta's female soldiers in the plaza and delivered a speech. At their queen's fiery oratory, the hardened warrior women felt their hearts start to race.

If I rewrite history myself… Daddy will love me more than those other bitches, right?

So what if the outside and the inside didn't quite match? In a world patched with beautiful girls, what was so strange about a daughter loving her daddy?

A short while later, Nike led a Hoplite legion out to raid the empty house that was Athens.