Conquering Primitive Pussy - A Man Who Goes Too Far (1)

Nothing left now but a winning streak.

I was still savoring the status window when Helen, mouth full of cum, smiled with her eyes and made her declaration of submission.

“Hngh ♥ Greece’s golden-furred pussy yields to Hannam’s cock… smooch.”

The once haughty, high-handed Helen now introduced herself not by name but by the degrading nickname “golden-furred pussy.”

All that pussy training had paid off.

— Kyaaah! Please don’t take my panties off, Master!! It’s still too embarrassing to show my p-pussy…

— Relax. That jungle down there covers it anyw— wait. Your pussy hair’s blonde too?

— Well… my head’s blonde, so of course it wou— hnnngh?!!

Calling such neat, pretty pubic hair a “jungle” felt a little unfair, but the nickname “golden-furred pussy” had come in handy often enough while I was training Helen.

At night she received pussy education in my bed; when the sun rose she went to the Parthenon for Hannamgyo religious instruction.

They called it “education.” It was closer to brainwashing.

For the record, the missionary daughters Helen herself had birthed served as her teachers.

— For fuck’s sake, Mom! I told you to take your pussy-clothes off when you twerk in front of the Great Cock Statue!

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— Pussy-clothes? You’ll have to explain what that is before I can properly serve ‘Hannam,’ Daughter… nim.

Rumor had it that, at least inside a Hannamgyo temple, mother Helen ranked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠below the daughters her own pussy had produced.

— You’re a genuinely stupid white horse, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Mom. This. Right here. The scrap of cloth your pussy is wearing right now! The ‘pussy-cover’ that hides that shameful pregnancy hole between your legs — take. It. All. Off. And shake that ass when you serve ‘Hannam’!!

Then night would fall, Helen would return to my bedroom, and she would report whatever “how to attend Cock-nim” lesson she had learned that day.

— I was taught that a female must enjoy the scent of Cock-nim. It still feels awkward, but… Helen will serve diligently, Conqueror.

— They say if you suck a cock that has just come out of a pussy, you are recognized as a good female… Is ‘Hannam’ truly so merciful?

— Cock-nim feels so gooood ♥ Greece needs a man like this to rule… ohh?!!

Brainwashed by day, raped by night, Helen finally lost her self.

Having forgotten every day she had spent as a sovereign, she now endured the pain of reality by calling it “Hannam’s miracle” or “the grace of Cock-nim.”

“Slurp— sluuurp. Haaah… Just sucking this magnificent meat pillar is enough for Cock-nim to feed me and put me to bed. I love you ♥”

Broken this thoroughly, she kissed my cock without a shred of shame.

Once she accepted Hannamgyo, Helen became a cock-sleeve so admirably obedient it almost felt unfair to compare her to her former self. She was no longer a competent leader, though.

Asking the bitch you keep at home to go to work in your place is pure stupidity.

That iron rule applied not only in the modern world but inside History as well — which was exactly why I needed a bureaucrat to replace Helen.

Athens, packed with World Wonders, was far too important a city.

Leave it to a big-titted bitch who only knew how to suck and fuck, and my entire civilization could go to hell.

Fortunately, I already had a female better suited to the job than Helen.

“Cock-nim, then… will you leave it to me?”

Psyche — the female I had picked up on the road into Greece, the former tyrant of the city of Thebes.

Unlike Helen, whose mind and pussy had both been completely rewritten, Psyche believed in Hannamgyo just the right amount.

“You need a capable, loyal female to govern Athens, don’t you?”

“Oh? Quick on the uptake.”

“Hoho. It isn’t as if I’ve spent only a night or two with my lord. When we already know each other’s secret tastes, how could I fail to read your heart?”

Legs crossed in a languid, feline pose, Psyche was every inch a she-cat. She was already angling to snatch Athens the moment Helen fell.

That sharp ambition was impressive — not that I doubted her.

I had confirmed long ago that Psyche was a bitch I could trust.

— Anh! Haang! Pound the door of my womb with your meat pillar, my looord… ♥

— The so-called tyrant of Thebes is whining to become Hannam’s breeding sow?

— Because my lord’s cock is different!! If it’s your superior seed — the seed that will conquer every civilization on earth — I can take every last drop…! Don’t hold back. Just dump your cum inside Psyche’s pussy… heeung ♥

A devout Hannamgyo believer, Psyche truly treated my cock as if it were a god.

She might have been a tyrant in Thebes, but in my bedroom she was nothing but a submissive female.

— Hnnngh…. If you slam my pussy that hard… I’ll get pregnant way too faaast… ♥

Sprawled with her legs wide, soaking the sheets in pussy juice, she looked thoroughly shameless — yet thanks to Psyche getting pregnant without missing a single day, the Athens of today had been born.

With Alisha’s Rapid Construction already spent, how else could I have raised one more World Wonder?

Building the Library of Alexandria in Athens had been a miracle made possible by the hard work of Psyche’s pussy.

While I trained Helen, I had appointed Psyche as Athens’s temporary administrator. Honestly, I had picked her up on the road for this trait in the first place.

In History, a World Wonder belongs to whichever civilization finishes it first.

Unlike ordinary buildings, you cannot buy them with gold, and the Production required is far higher. A wonder rush was a high-risk, high-reward strategy.

The most infuriating scenario of all: another civilization completing a wonder you had almost finished yourself.

— Civilization ‘Japan’ has built the Pyramids!

— I’m fucking Egypt, so why the hell are the wokou building the Pyramids?!

You only get half the spent Production back.

That kind of tragedy makes the blood rush to your head — and Psyche’s bonus was what had saved me from it.

“All possible because Psyche’s pussy is so damn durable.”

“You flatter me, my lord. Growing a civilization’s population is simply what any female with her head on straight ought to do. Hmph.”

A loyal bitch who could spout nonsense like that without blinking… yeah. I could safely leave Greece to her.

She had already proven her city-management skills in Thebes.

“Psyche.”

“Yes, Cock-nim?”

“You’re it.”

I appointed Psyche Queen of Athens.

Installing a former tyrant as queen in the birthplace of democracy was practically blasphemy, but…

Do I give a shit? This is a world where Japan can build the Pyramids and nobody complains.

Not a mere “temporary” official — the Queen of Greece herself.

The face Psyche made in that instant looked exactly like the face she wore at orgasm.

“Until the day I can no longer put a baby in my womb, I will stay loyal to C-Cock-nim… haaah… ♥ sluuurp!”

She declared it while licking the underside of my meat pillar with her tongue.

Helen, who had unlocked the Follower trait, I would keep as a pregnancy machine mass-producing missionaries. Managing and defending Greek civilization would fall to Psyche.

“Thank you for bestowing such grace upon me, Cock-nim ♥ smooch smooch! Watch me prove with my body that Psyche is a finer pussy than Helen — smooch smooch smooch!”

The Queen of Greece pressed her lips to the top of my foot and declared her submission.

Part of me wanted to rule Greece myself instead of leaving it to a groveling bitch like this… but Hannamguk had already grown too vast for that.

I wanted to conquer the world.

Depending on how things developed I might pivot toward a Cultural or Religious Victory, but right now, with the achievement unlocked, Domination Victory looked closest.

History is timing.

Alexander, Napoleon, Genghis Khan — none of them would have become legendary conquerors if they had hesitated and dithered.

The same goes for History.

Earning an achievement is never easy, and I was not so incompetent a ruler that I would let a Golden Age slip through my fingers the moment it arrived.

The line that interested me most was the first one.

◊ Science output +20%.

It synergized beautifully with the Library of Alexandria.

It is no exaggeration to say history advanced hand in hand with science.

The thought of naked humanity, once dependent on hunting and foraging, sending people to the moon and rewriting base pairs with gene scissors was enough to make the chest swell.

“My lord speaks as if… you came from the distant future. Hehe?”

When I finished muttering to myself, Hyojeong flattered me with an awkward little smile.

A female who knew how to fawn was always the prettiest kind. After a moment’s thought she asked a surprisingly good question.

“If science advances, the females of Hannamguk will live richer lives too, right?”

“Yeah. Someday far from now. But not yet.”

“Eh…? Then what’s science even good for?”

The truth is, science does a lot of good — and a lot of evil.

Technologically superior Britain crushed primitive China with steamships and cannon.

America, armed with the theories of physics, brought the Japanese emperor to his knees with two atomic bombs.

“Those ruthless bastards are my role models.”

“Uuu… an uneducated pussy like me can’t understand such difficult words, my lord….”

“It means we conquer civilizations more primitive than ours with overwhelming science and technology.”

I pulled the airheaded-and-therefore-adorable Hyojeong against me with one arm.

Stroking her slender waist, I pointed at the pyramid visible in the distance.

“Hnn…! Egypt?”

“That’s right. Cleopatra’s Egypt.”

The legendary ancient civilization of Egypt, boasting chariot archers and the Pyramids.

And its beautiful queen, Cleopatra, to boot.

A perfect pair of trophies for a Hannamguk riding a Golden Age.

Time I paid the library a visit.