The Conquest of Athens — Cock Kiss (3)

"You still think Athena's the goddess of chastity?" Han Min-guk asked Helen.

The old Helen—proud, defiant—would have flushed crimson and argued back. But the woman who had just walked out from under the Athena Breeding Press statue had no fight left in her.

"No. A goddess who gets creampied in a pose that filthy… there's no way she's a virgin."

"Then why the hell did you worship a bitch who takes a breeding press from a Hannam like she's some kind of goddess? What a waste of time."

"If I'd known about Hannam sooner… I never would have served a goddess like Athena."

Helen had become astonishingly docile. Why wasn't she angry, even after swallowing insults she should never have tolerated? Ever since that obscene World Wonder had been completed, the world she knew had been flipped on its head.

This wasn't merely the loss of a religion. The very idea of Olympus—that realm of clouds—now struck her as childish and pathetic.

Even if they live up in the heavens, when it comes time to make love… they'd end up pinned under a Hannam just like Athena, whimpering like bitches, wouldn't they?

Hera, goddess of plenty. Aphrodite, goddess of beauty. Artemis, goddess of the hunt. For all Helen knew, every goddess she had ever looked up to might turn out to be nothing more than a cum dumpster once you peeled back the myth.

Just as she was resigning herself to these stray, ugly thoughts, the missionary daughters she had given birth to barged in and started spouting more nonsense.

"Mom, did you know? Hera, the goddess of plenty, is a titjob-only bitch."

"A titjob? You mean… squeezing a cock between her breasts?"

"She uses those soft, squishy milkers to please Lord Cock. There's even a statue in the temple of that Hera bitch giving Hannam a titjob, so go take a look and learn something!"

Learn how to make a man cum with her tits. Was that something a daughter should say to her mother? Even if these children had been born from rape rather than love, this felt like it crossed a line.

But… I can't yell at the children of the man who conquered me, can I?

Helen swallowed her anger, barely. Then another daughter jumped in. This one was a missionary too, and she was just as eager to preach the teachings of Hannam.

"As long as you can please a man, it doesn't have to be your pussy, Mom."

"What are you even talking about…"

The girl pinched Helen's lips between her fingers and pressed on.

"This! It's a hole for eating food, sure—but the second you wrap it around a cock, it becomes a mouth-pussy, doesn't it?"

Then she grabbed her mother's breasts.

"Same goes for Mom's tit-sacks! They grew in a pair so you could breastfeed a pretty daughter like me—but when they're this big and soft, you can sandwich Lord Cock between them and serve Him, can't you?"

"What…? And once you've got a cock in there, what exactly am I supposed to do?"

"Ugh. Is Mom just a dumb cunt with big tits? If you've got Lord Cock between them, you bounce those milkers, obviously!"

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The daughter took it a step further, miming the act of sucking on the shaft wedged between her breasts. Apparently the Hannam Scripture spelled out exactly how you were supposed to serve—

"I'm sorry. Mom hasn't actually read that yet…"

"Are you insane, Mom? You live in Athens, where they worship Hannam and His massive cock, and you've never once read the scripture?"

That was when Helen's chest tightened. Shame coiled through her, and with it a creeping compulsion: she needed to read the Hannam Scripture. Now.

Han Min-guk grinned at the status window. Helen, on the other hand, felt her mind in turmoil. Disappointment in Olympus and Athena was one thing… but how could she already be craving a new religion, when the wound was still so fresh?

Han Min-guk didn't let the opening slip.

"Quit dawdling and follow me, Helen. I've still got more to show you."

She followed wherever this man led her now, without a word of protest. She didn't like the way he grabbed her hand without asking—but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to resist.

If I talk back about him grabbing my hand, I'll just get punished through my pussy again, won't I?

The thought drained the last of the fight from her. She was starting to take her daughters' words far too seriously.

"Ah—this can't be…!!"

And just like that, they had arrived. A World Wonder loomed before them, remodeled by the Great Engineer Alisha to suit her father's tastes. This, too, had originally been a grand temple Helen had commissioned to honor the goddess Artemis—

"Far too fine a building to waste on some random bitch. A woman who can barely run without those tits bouncing all over the place, calling herself the goddess of the hunt? That's just ridiculous, Dad."

Alisha pointed to the murals carved into the temple walls. It should have been a scene of the chaste goddess Artemis bringing down a stag with her hunting hounds… but in the temple Alisha had built, the roles were reversed.

"Ah… Lady Artemis, how did you become such a bitch?"

Helen wasn't overreacting. Where the hunting dogs should have been, the goddess Artemis was depicted crawling on all fours. When Helen asked Alisha why, the girl answered like this:

"Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, right? So I depicted her as a loyal bitch-hound helping her Master hunt."

That was it. In the eyes of a Hannamist, the goddesses of Olympus were nothing but bitches. The Artemis in the mural raced around on all fours, completely naked—and it wasn't just her body that was wrong.

"Look at that face. She's a real bitch, this one."

Han Min-guk's observation was dead-on. The "goddess" Artemis, reduced to a hunting bitch, had her tongue lolling out as if the running had worn her out. But even that pathetic face wasn't the highlight. Because once again, the star of the mural was Hannam.

"Helen, this is the real face of the Artemis you used to look up to."

"The world I knew… is falling apart."

The muscle-bound Hannam was kicking his "hunting bitch" in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ass. Had the goddess of Olympus been running too slowly? Han Min-guk explained his interpretation to Helen.

"Can't blame her. She used to walk around on two legs like she was some kind of goddess—this is the first time she's ever crawled on all fours, tagging along after her Master on a stag hunt."

Helen's head spun as she listened. Was Artemis truly such a cheap, worthless goddess? Did "goddess of the hunt" not mean she hunted with a bow in her own hands… but that she came along as a hunting bitch, trailing after the man she served as Master?

"It hurts…"

Helen muttered, her voice shrinking. The life she had spent worshipping the wrong gods felt unbearably pathetic. All of Athens had come together to raise this magnificent temple and these statues—and she alone still clung to the past, still longed for Athena.

Am I the one falling behind the times?

Even as Helen wrestled with the thought, the citizens were praising the Hannam in the mural.

"He's got a cock that huge and he still runs that fast ♥"

But the goddess depicted as his hunting dog, they tore apart.

"Hey, look at this Artemis bitch! She's already drooling from her pussy just thinking about getting praised by Hannam!"

"Oh my, so if she just catches a stag, Master will be nice to her?"

"In the mural over there, Artemis is on her back like a dog, panting her lungs out. No way Hannam's gonna leave a bitch alone when she's begging like that."

A short while later, Helen left the Temple of Artemis, but the ache in her chest hadn't eased. In a world where everyone worshipped Hannam, being the only one without a religion was a loneliness that cut to the bone. Just as she had once leaned on the goddess Athena… Helen needed a god to lean on when things got hard.

That woman looks so happy… unlike me.

Helen thought this as she watched a female performing a "twerking" rite beside the Great Cock statue. She had hiked her toga up over her waist, baring her naked ass, and on top of that she was bouncing those huge rear cheeks up and down in the cheapest, bitchiest display imaginable. And yet the priestess serving Hannam looked happy.

"Hnnngh ♥ Forgive this bitch in heat who can't even hold back a little lust!"

She had gotten herself off just from shaking her ass, after all. Han Min-guk issued some cryptic order to his men—"Tonight I'll take that one"—or something to that effect. Then he tried to cheer up the deflated Helen.

"I'll show you something even better tomorrow, so cheer up."

"What? Something even greater than the Athena Breeding Press statue or the Artemis Pussy-Pet Temple… you're building that?"

"Hmm, maybe? Those are impressive World Wonders, sure—but if Hannamguk's going to become a world-class civilization, we need this one."

Helen sank to the floor at those words. How much did this man have to torment her before he'd be satisfied? Was it even possible that a World Wonder more obscene, more cunt-degrading than what she had seen today actually existed?

Helen no longer served Athena either. But watching the cloud-dwelling goddesses she had once revered get forced into breeding presses, turned into pussy-pet hunting dogs, or hoisted up and pounded until they were nothing but cum toilets…

"Hic… please, stop. That's enough."

She couldn't take it anymore. The way you'd flinch if someone insulted your parents even if you hated them—watching your idols get destroyed hurt just the same.

"I'll repent my sins and serve Hannam and His cock for the rest of my life! So please… have mercy on me… and don't torment me anymore."

"You're recognizing Hannamism as the state religion of Greece? You, the so-called apostle of the goddess Athena?"

"Yes! I'll make every pussy in Athens serve the towering Lord Cock, so please… no more of those filthy statues and murals…"

My heart can't take it.

As Helen begged, Han Min-guk stroked her breasts. The bitch who had grown so obedient by now didn't even dare to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠resist.

She's just exhausted and surrendering, isn't she?

Han Min-guk needed to fully convert Helen to unlock her trait, so this was a problem. But a woman as strong as her submitting of her own accord was already a hell of an achievement. He had other ways to convert her anyway. No need to sweat it.

"Fine. I won't build any more World Wonders that insult the goddesses. In exchange, you promise to convert to Hannamism."

"I can do that much! Thank you so much—"

"—And from now on, you call me 'Lord Conqueror.'"

Helen hesitated for a moment, then gave him the answer she knew he'd like.

"If the one who conquered me wishes it, of course I must obey. Thank you for sparing my life, Lord Conqueror…"

With the last of her pride smashed to pieces, Helen just wanted to live in peace. She didn't need to be the hegemon of Greece anymore. As long as she didn't have to wreck her mind staring at monstrosities like a "Hera Titjob Statue"… living as an ordinary citizen might not be so bad.

I wasn't even planning to build anything filthy. What the hell does this bitch take me for?

The bluff had worked, but Han Min-guk felt a little uneasy about it. He'd been planning to build a library as his next World Wonder all along.

The legendary World Wonder said to gather all the knowledge and wisdom of the ancient world: the Library of Alexandria. It was named after Alexander the Great—that twenty-three-year-old lunatic who'd decided to wreck Greece first, before conquering Persia and Egypt—so there'd been plenty of controversy…

But the developers of the game History had classified this Hellenistic treasure as "Greek."

"The hegemon of Greece makes her appearance!"

That was why Helen had shown up at the World Wonder completion ceremony. She was still the "hegemon" on paper, and her surrender at this historic moment would announce to the world that Hannamguk had conquered Greece. The system recognized it too.

History was the kind of game that would let America build the Great Wall. But if a single civilization collected every World Wonder originally built by another, you got an achievement bonus like this one. Hannamguk now held every World Wonder the real Greek civilization had ever built, from the Oracle to the Library of Alexandria.

It was something worth celebrating, by any measure. So overwhelmed with emotion that the so-called hegemon of Greece dropped to her knees, naked, before her conqueror.

"An achievement a wishy-washy pussy like me could never even dream of… and you pulled it off in the blink of an eye!"

Brainwashed by her missionary daughters all this time, she now served Lord Cock with genuine devotion. Nothing was more moving than watching an arrogant bitch learn humility.

"Lord Cock is a far greater leader than I am…. So please, lead Greece in this inadequate bitch's place ♥"

Greece was now officially part of Hannamguk. In an Athens that believed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in Hannamism, even a surrender followed religious doctrine. The conqueror Han Min-guk promptly pulled out his erect cock.

A wet little smack.

Helen, her face rapturous, kissed the tip. A humiliation performed in front of the citizens of Athens, not to mention envoys from other civilizations and city-states.