Interlude: The Library of Erotica
The Athena Mating-Press Statue and the Pussy-Pet Temple of Artemis were impressive enough, but the true jewel of Athens was still the Library of Alexandria.
If History had been faithful to the record, this World Wonder would have stood in Egypt — not that I gave a damn. Ever since the day I found myself leading a civilization with "Hannam" in its name, I had stopped taking the world all that seriously.
Civilization Egypt has issued a warning to Hannamguk.
Cleopatra, though, was a different story. Egypt's politically savvy queen already looked thrilled at the prospect of squeezing Hannamguk from every angle she could find. I opened the status window and read the message she had sent.
The Library of Alexandria belongs to the Great Pharaoh. It would be wise not to snatch any more World Wonders that Egypt is in the middle of building.
I read the status window's additional notes while I was at it. Cleopatra had been ninety-eight percent finished with the library when I beat her to it by a hair's breadth.
My heart just bleeds for her. Jesus Christ.
As a veteran of History, I understood her deep, dark rage perfectly. But if Hannamguk hadn't claimed the Library of Alexandria, my life would probably have been in danger before long. Once you hit the late game, a civilization that's behind on science gets treated like a complete joke.
A savage civilization that cannot even build tanks must submit to the rule of the superior Germanic people!!
Just imagining it was horrifying — and this kind of thing always happens, both in real history and in the fictional History. That was why I laughed off Egypt's threats and visited the Library of Alexandria every single day. If the monarch himself stepped up to push science and technology forward, Hannamguk would eventually build aircraft carriers and orbital bombers.
"Science is the future of civilization!"
I strode into the library and bellowed it like a madman. It wasn't as if I expected anyone to answer—
"That's right! Cock-sama's words are always the absolute truth ♥"
Helen, the Greek beauty whose blonde hair seemed even more dazzling than usual today, slathered on the most female flattery she could muster. She had become a lot more obedient ever since she had planted a kiss on my cock.
"Master, if your throat gets dry while you read, you're welcome to take a sip of milk from my baby-feeding jugs. Will it be the left one today?"
Helen said it while pulling down her toga. I had only sucked her right nipple yesterday, so now she was offering this. Horny golden-haired pussy-slut.
"Writing another book for the descendants of Hannamguk today, Hegemon Helen?"
"Yes, Master. The females who'll be creampied and give birth from now on need to at least read the Hannam Scripture if they're going to become bitch-pussies with a proper civic consciousness!"
This was Helen, stripped of her title as Hegemon of Greece and remade into a Great Prophet. Scientific progress was still sluggish in this era — Printing Press hadn't been researched yet — so religious scriptures couldn't be machine-printed. They had to be copied out by hand.
Helen was a hardcore Hannamism devotee who worshipped my cock like a god. Whenever she wasn't attending me at night or getting pregnant with missionaries, she would hole up in the library and transcribe the Hannam Scripture.
"Don't your hands hurt?"
"When Master's massive cock is already tearing my pussy apart, a little tingling in the fingers hardly counts as anything."
"..."
"Heheh. Don't worry, Master. It's not like I copy the same book every single day."
A moment later, Helen led me to a far corner of the library. The shelves there were packed with papyrus sheets she had scrawled across — and on closer look, they weren't all copies of the Hannam Scripture. Every last one of them had content so outrageous it was almost impressive—
"You're writing erotica? In the Library of Alexandria?"
"If by 'erotica' you mean 'erotic novels,' then yes, that's right. Even on days I don't get a creampie in my pussy, I still have to praise Hannam's cock-sama... haaahn ♥"
Helen flushed and pulled a sheet of papyrus from the shelf.
Great Prophet Helen has created a Religious Relic!
A sacred — or rather, sexual — religious relic that produced a full +16 Faith. Useful in all kinds of ways, even if you weren't going for a religious victory.
Use it as a political tool in the Middle Ages, then stick it in a museum in the modern era.
But that was a matter for the distant future. For now, I needed to focus on this moment. I started reading Helen's erotica with a dazed look on my face. It was a combination of letters that reeked rather strongly of religion.
'Spread your legs as wide as you can, Helen.'
The man who had conquered me commanded it in a deep voice.
Ah, what choice does a mere female have!
And so a frail girl's life was ruined — but this, too, must have been part of the thread the goddess of fate had spun.
'While I'm spreading my legs... I'll spread my pussy with my hands as well, Conqueror.'
Submitting to fate is not surrender. It is wisdom.
If I can save my life and Greece's, even if I have to debase myself with this pathetic display—
'I, Helen, Greece's pregnancy slave... intend to bear the Conqueror's baby in this pussy.'
'Oho? I've trampled hundreds of female empresses from the civilizations I've crushed, but a pussy that's come into heat right on schedule like yours is a first.'
'This hole was opened to get pregnant with a baby in the first place. If it please the Conqueror... your grace... nngh ♥ I want to take every last drop of Cock-sama's grace in this pale-pink pussy!'
When did I become such a wretched pussy-slave?
Of course, that doesn't matter in the slightest.
'I'm cumming, Helen.'
'Hoghok?! I'm getting pregnant with twins from Hannam's semen... ah!!'
That was the moment I, who had been nothing but uselessly proud, was reborn as a humble pregnancy slave.
A pussy-girl should have done this from the start.
All of it was possible only through Hannam's infinite grace ♥
If it hadn't been a religious relic, it was the kind of novel I would have wanted to tear up on the spot. That was just my opinion, of course.
"Oh? Your Majesty is reading Master's Breeding Pregnancy Slave too?!"
Karen, the Great Scientist spawned — allegedly — by the Library of Alexandria, butted into our conversation. Her hair was as red as flame, and she was a female whose everyday life overflowed with dangerous curiosity.
"I researched Horseback Riding after reading this, you know?"
You might wonder what the hell reading erotica has to do with researching science and technology — but things work differently when the beautiful girl mod is installed. It had been the night I first fucked the freshly spawned Karen.
"Hahk... haaahk. Your Majesty, I don't mind getting raped, but can I pick the position?"
"Your hymen's barely been broken and you're already running your mouth with filth like that?"
"I read something fun in the library, okay? I wanted to try it while we do pussy-and-cock sex!"
We had only ever done missionary until then, but that night we tried cowgirl for the first time. Karen impaled that plump ass of hers on my cock and started rocking her hips, and watching her lose herself in orgasm after orgasm — her movements growing wilder and wilder like a feral mare — was a real sight.
"Kyaaaah!! I'm cumming, cumming, cummiiing?! A female wild mare who's lost all reason and has nothing left but i-instinct is going to climax on Master's cock ♥"
And the next day, Karen completed the Horseback Riding research all by herself. Thanks to that, Hannamguk picked up a technology for free without spending a single point of Science.
I had just shrugged it off as the beautiful girl mod letting people draw inspiration from sex... I never imagined that flash of genius had come from the erotica Helen had scrawled out. Maybe religion, literature, and science all walked the same path.
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. If it hadn't been for the erotica the Great Prophet wrote, I wouldn't have been able to research anything either."
Circe, the other Great Scientist spawned by the library, piled on as well. Unlike the passionate Karen, she was a pussy who stayed calm about everything. The way she found inspiration was a little different, too.
"Nnh...! Hoghok?! I'm... pregnant. With Your Majesty's seed."
"What am I supposed to do with you looking depressed on the day you offered your virginity to your monarch?"
"No, it's just... when I take a creampie in my pussy I'm so happy my eyes roll back, but I know that when tomorrow morning comes, I'm going to miss Your Majesty's cock."
It's so sad that even the joy of getting pregnant fades right away.
Circe confessed it with a look like she had lost her country. To look that innocent and fragile and then come out with something that dripping wet... This girl was the very archetype of the female that Hannamism aspired to.
"Whenever I came to work at the library the morning after offering up my pussy... I kept thinking about the orgasm from the night before, and I couldn't get anything done."
"I knew it! I thought Big Sis Circe looked depressed!"
"Yeah, you're right, Karen. But then I happened to read Master's Breeding Pregnancy Slave, and I found hope too."
Helen's erotica had a chapter where the heroine masturbated with a wooden dildo while thinking of Hannam. Circe had enjoyed that part so much she immediately tried to build the "device" the novel described—
"I could copy the size and the shape, but I couldn't match Your Majesty's power."
That was probably a given. How could a slender girl like her jerking herself off ever match the force of a burly guy like me pounding away from behind? But Circe's sex drive was far too strong for her to give up there. She kept thinking about how to orgasm even on days I didn't fuck her pussy—
Great Scientist Circe has researched Machinery!
She invented a machine that imitated the motion of me thrusting my cock. A filthy masturbation device that launched a wooden dildo from a bowstring straight into a hole. She had managed to match the power, but she couldn't replicate the speed of my thrusting, so in the end it was a failure.
Still, there's no denying it was a great invention.
Research has a way of leading to unexpected innovations even when it goes off course. Just remember that Pfizer developed Viagra while they were trying to make a heart disease medication. Circe's masturbation device was a similar case.
"That's a truly great innovation, Circe."
"Could it ever compare to Your Majesty's magnificent cock?"
What would happen if you loaded an arrow into her masturbation device instead of a dildo? I didn't even need to read the status window. The answer was obvious.
◊ Enables training of the combat unit Crossbowman.
◊ Enables the support unit Siege Tower...
. . .
I didn't mind one bit that the Library of Alexandria was packed with erotica. Not if it led to scientific innovation like this.