Local Specialty: Breast Milk

"Nngh♥ S-stop touching me already!!"

Tiara screamed as her udders were wrung. The woman who had once been a warrior was now nothing but a dairy cow, subjected to the indignity of breast-milk extraction.

A wet squirt—!!

The moment he seized them in his hands, her nipples sloppily sprayed milk once more. Even Tiara found herself pathetic. A Hoplite, of all things, down on all fours like an animal, her left and right breasts milked in turn...

"Hic... A-aren't you afraid of the g-gods?"

She tried a threat. It did nothing. Whether Tiara glared or not, those udders hanging toward the dirt were squeezed without a shred of mercy.

Squirt—! Squelch!

Before long the bucket beneath her chest was already half full. Tiara's tits were enormous, and her productivity as a dairy cow was every bit as impressive.

"Kh-hhk... Athena will not let you get away with this!!"

"Yeah, yeah. And we won't leave those tits of yours alone either."

To the lord of Hannamguk, it was nothing but an adorable threat. Tiara put on airs as a woman warrior and whined a little harder than most — but flick her nipples like this and she got excited all the same. A thoroughly rotten female.

"Ohohohot?!"

Having just finished the extraction, Han Min-guk called out.

"Hmm. With this much breast milk, the females of our civilization won't have to go hungry."

He was the man who had mindlessly pumped out population the instant he heard an enemy was coming. Thanks to that they had beaten back the Greek army — only to find themselves with no food to feed all those extra mouths. A scientific breakthrough had solved that.

"Hyo-jung. Wet your throat with some white-mare milk. You've worked hard too."

Done tormenting Tiara to his heart's content, he handed the milk to Kim Hyo-jung.

"Haaaang...♥"

Kim Hyo-jung chugged it in one shot and let out a strange sound. Her body seemed to lift as a moan, trailing off at the peak of orgasm, slipped out of her — a thoroughly female sound.

"Never mind how insanely delicious it is — my whole body just went tingly and I got so turned on... I mean, come on, it's just milk—"

"—Just as I thought. A dairy girl's breast milk isn't mere food."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means it's a product we can export to other civilizations."

It was a commodity and a luxury in the same breath. A white mare's breast milk was precious food that would keep females fed — and more than that.

"A local specialty."

"Ah!"

It was a luxury good that raised the happiness of an entire civilization. A drink that made you feel good just by swallowing it.

Animal Husbandry was the technology that would change Hannamguk's destiny. And a veteran player never lets an opportunity like this slip by.

Han Min-guk touched the status window, and a pasture bloomed across the grassland.

In the original game it was a facility you could only build where cattle or sheep already stood... but a civilization with Hannam in the name played by different rules. As long as you had dairy-cow candidates like Tiara, with tits ranging from D ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to E, you could build as many as you wanted.

Hannam's pastures even received special privileges no other civilization got. Han Min-guk explained to Kim Hyo-jung exactly why they needed something like this.

"Wild dairy cows have pretty shit productivity. You've gotta lock them up in a pasture like this if you want factory-style breast-milk extraction."

"A factory? I swear, my lord, the things you say are always so hard to follow."

"Hannamguk doesn't have to worry about food anymore. Even if I knock you up three times a day, Hyo-jung, none of the girls that come crawling out of that pussy of yours are going to starve."

Was he planning to grow the population even further from here? Kim Hyo-jung clapped her hands over her crotch in alarm. Her panties had been yanked aside first thing this morning too, same as always.

Even without the Greek dairy girls... we already have a ridiculous number of females in this civilization, don't we?

A vassal could not grumble in front of her lord, but worry still came first. Could breast milk really feed every last woman in Hanseong? Couldn't they just farm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hard instead?

Her worries were wasted. Once the captured Greek dairy cows were raised on the pasture, production surged. Milk their udders all day like this and everyone would eat, no matter how much the population grew.

"There are plenty of strong civilizations out there, Hyo-jung. We've got to become a population powerhouse fast if we want to survive."

"Ah, I guess so, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hehe. I'll follow your decision, my lord!"

Embarrassed, Kim Hyo-jung scratched at the side of her hair. She had taken him for nothing but a pervert — but he was a more thorough man than she had given him credit for.

"Look at that. Every last bitch who marched in here to kill us is a dairy cow spraying breast milk now."

"Mmm, I'm a woman, so I know how much it hurts to have your breasts squeezed... but they really had it coming!"

Every Hoplite Tiara had led here was naked and down on all fours. Before long one of the beautiful-girl workers headed to the pasture and started milking the Greek girls' udders —

"Heeughh?!!"

The white mares lined up in a row sprayed breast milk from their nipples. At first they had all spouted things like "I am not a cow!" and "The goddess of chastity will punish you!" In the end they resigned themselves to everything and meekly offered up their udders.

Only their commander, Tiara, was different. She still barked things like "Nngh! Don't touch my nipples!" — though the pathetic bitch only put on that tough act when Hannam was not around.

"Tiara. If you don't like being treated like a dairy cow, you can take on the duty of pregnancy and childbirth like Hyo-jung here instead."

The duty of pregnancy and childbirth. Tiara wilted the instant she heard that terrifying rule. Of course she hated both... but if she had to pick one, wasn't being a dairy cow better than being a pregnancy machine? That was why she had become so pathetic.

"I was wrong, Conqueror... m-moooo..."

"That's a good girl. By the way, your breast milk tastes fucking amazing."

A mere dairy girl could hardly talk back to His Majesty. In the end, Tiara obediently produced breast milk again today.

But too much was a problem in its ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠own right. The stock they had now was already enough to feed the people, and burning the surplus as a luxury good was not particularly useful. You could not raise happiness indefinitely with the same type of luxury resource.

Time to start trading.

Turn the stockpile into money. Now he only had to decide where to sell the breast milk.

Can't sell it to Greece — they're the enemy... Ah!

The hesitation lasted only a moment. A brilliant idea had already surfaced.

In History, a nation too small to count as a proper civilization is called a city-state. Small as they are, though, they are not to be dismissed outright. A city-state can aid a friendly civilization in commerce, military affairs, culture, and more — even a great power has reason to stay on good terms with these little friends.

Looked at from the other side, however, "small" was just another word for "easy." As in real-world diplomacy, the small fish are the ones most convenient to eat. Sidon, a commercial city-state, had in fact been shaken down by Greece more times than anyone could count.

For a trade power, plenty of money came in — but what good was that when your treasury got raided every other day?

"Just you wait, Helen, you titty-bitch...!! I'm definitely going to wreck you!"

Kira, the beautiful-girl queen of Sidon, cursed the hegemon of Greece again today. Her frame was so petite that her clenched fists were not the least bit intimidating, but her voice was sharp — she was a pretty fierce female.

"I'll make her get on her knees and beg... that titty-bitch."

Kira did not call Helen by name. The trauma was still too fresh for that.

That was Greece, the so-called civilized nation, cheerfully stripping Sidon's granaries of every last grain. After losing the war, Kira had been paying tribute to Helen ever since.

The drought that had rolled in lately was no help either. Thanks to the luxury resource Dye selling well, nobody called them poor — but every other country's land was cracked and split the same way, so there was nowhere to buy food. Money you cannot spend on anything is useless money.

Kira was taking it out on Helen again today when—

"—Your Majesty, a guest has arrived."

Caught talking to herself by a maid, Kira's face flushed.

"...Then tell them to come in, hmph!"

The door opened at once, and a thoroughly masculine Hannam strode through it. Kira had never in her life seen anyone throw open a girl's room door so boldly. Even so, he was a man who knew how to soften a mood.

"Looks like you hate Greece too?"

"Huh? Uh... yeah. Who'd like that gold-haired titty-bitch, right?"

"Hmm. Still, bigger tits are better. A woman needs plenty of milk in the tank if she doesn't want her babies going hungry."

"B-but a girl is more than just her chest, so let's drop that and... tell me what you came to Sidon for."

Looking rather pleased with himself, Hannam handed Kira a small cask. She opened the lid and found it full of white milk.

"Breast milk squeezed out of Helen's Hoplite legion after a lot of hard work. A specialty you can only get in Hannamguk."

"Br...east milk? The stuff that comes out of a woman's nipples?"

"Hmm. It only comes out of females whose tits are as big as watermelons... but yeah, that's the idea."

Kira's face fell for a moment, but Hannam pressed on with what he had come to say.

"I heard Sidon's been having a pretty bad food shortage lately. Meanwhile Hannamguk is living like beggars because we don't have any gold."

Then he got straight to the point.

"Cut off the wheat trade you're doing with Greece right now."

"Whaaat?! Are you messing with me? Our kids will all starve to death!"

"No they won't. If you buy breast milk from us, nobody has to starve. Not a single person."

He finished speaking and gave the cup of breast milk a lazy swirl. Then he set about reassuring Kira, who was still afraid of Greek retaliation.

"Don't worry about that. Sure, you'd get wrecked fighting alone — but if the two of us put up a fight together, we can win."

In the end, Kira fell for the confidence he showed her. For the first time in a long while, the queen of Sidon felt her chest swell with hope. She fidgeted for a moment, then nodded.