Eating Primitive Pussy — Civilization Is Science (2)

After I built Alexandria's Library, Hannamguk's science took off like a rocket.

Fast for a Classical Era nation, sure — but we weren't exactly stamping condoms off an assembly line. Every time I came, the population still climbed. That part hadn't changed one bit.

"Hngh?! How come it's Your Cock that shoots and my womb that gets pregnant, Maaaster... nnh ♥"

"Then what did you grow a pussy for if you weren't going to get pregnant, Hyo-jung?"

"Th-that may be so... nnh!! Do you have any idea how exhausting it is being a breeding sow all day long— nghh?! I just got pregnant with twins agaaain... ♥"

She talked a big game, but the second I came inside her, Kim Hyo-jung got pregnant without a peep of real resistance. Until some great scientist invented the condom, this was how Hannamguk was going to run. Once civilization got that far, I could start aiming for something other than a science victory. Until then, I intended to grow the population with everything I had.

Not just the capital. The females in every other city — whether they wanted it or not — were going to carry my children.

"Haaahn ♥ Have you come to admire Helen's pussy again today, O sacred... magnificent Lord Cock?"

"Not the back one — please cum in my real pussy— ah?! Nnhh ♥ You know Nike only loves Daddy's cock, right? Hehe."

"No, I don't waaant— ahh?!! Hhk... Ayra already agreed to be a dairy cow, so why are you impregnating me ag-again, Master... sob."

I had reached the point of bending the dairy cows over in the pasture. That was how hard I was pushing the population. You don't let a Golden Age go to waste.

Science, culture, production, even faith — every pillar of civilization was getting a boost. This was the moment for Hannamguk to leap.

The more people you have, the more females there are to work the fields and keep the country fed. The ones born with real talent become scientists or artists. That is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠why a city's production, science, and culture all scale with the population living there.

The formula shifts a little depending on whether you are in the Ancient, Medieval, or Modern Era — but the principle holds. Thanks to Hyo-jung's pussy working overtime, Hannamguk's capital was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drowning in manpower, and that manpower was pouring out science like a waterfall.

I checked the status window. The entire Egyptian civilization was producing just over a hundred science. Hannamguk was putting out a third of that from a single city. The name might be a little embarrassing, but we were not primitive. Not even close.

"Um... my Lord? Were you perhaps thinking of building a library in Hanseong that lends out erotica as well— not that I would ever read any of it!"

Hyo-jung said it half as a joke. I was a monarch who took scientific progress deadly seriously. Of course I was building a library in Hanseong. Helen had ended up scrawling dirty stories in the last one, but according to the game's own rules, a library was a facility that contributed to science.

And just two days later —

Hannamguk's capital became a city where every last citizen was grinding science. Because I told them to.

Same as any other building — scientific facilities like libraries can hire specialists. The History developers just slapped that name on them and called it a day, so think of them as "scientists who are not quite Great Scientists."

I peeled three citizens off Hanseong's population of sixty and slotted them into the library's specialist slots. Those girls spent the hours they should have been farming sitting in a room reading books, so the city's production took a hit —

Each specialist girl was worth +2 science, so 2 × ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠3 = 6. Hannamguk was no longer primitive.

Then the Golden Age bonus landed on top of that —

The decimal got chopped off, but it was still a steal. A single one of my cities was now producing half of what the entire Egyptian civilization put out.

No law said only the capital got to enjoy something this good. I started throwing up a library in every other Hannamguk city and training specialists to fill them. The difficulty was Deity, so the other civilizations were getting fat bonuses — that was a fact. But with science this solid, Hannamguk could hang.

"My Lord, we have a huge problem!"

"What is it this time, Hyo-jung?"

"I think I have given birth to way too many babies lately!"

This was not just Hyo-jung whining because her pussy hurt from getting fucked. My Pregnancy Creampie ability was broken, no question — but even a cheat that never stops growing the population eventually slams into a wall. Her worry had teeth.

"There are so many females in the civilization that we are running out of food, my Lord!"

On top of that, specialists ate twice as much food as ordinary citizens. Think about it for half a second and the logic is obvious. The History developers put that in to stop players from mindlessly spamming specialists and calling it a day.

"Ah. Don't worry about that."

"Huh? Really? So I am going to keep getting pregnant, my Lord?"

I looked at Hyo-jung tilting her head and asked her what she thought science was. A nasty question, I will admit. I waited about three seconds, then gave her the answer.

"Science is Engineering, Hyo-jung."

The Great Scientists Karen and Circe had already burned through their special abilities, but I no longer needed my pussy-slave daughters to research tech at a blistering pace. Hannamguk was wallpapered in population, libraries, and science specialists. The science output was monstrous.

The great Roman Empire had used Engineering to administer that enormous stretch of land. They linked city to city with roads so each region's specialties could flow back and forth, and they built aqueducts so citizens could drink water anywhere.

Roads mattered, of course. But what I had my eye on right now was the aqueduct. In the early game, it was the only way to inflate your food supply without expanding farmland.

The day the aqueduct went up in Hanseong, I pulled Hyo-jung's panties off while she was asleep. A few more females being born would not starve anyone now. We had the food.

"Mmh, nnmh.... Pregnancy is for when you're asleeep... giving birth is for when you wake up."

A +20% food ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bonus was not enough to swing triplets, so I compromised with twins. The next morning, Hyo-jung spawned two beautiful daughters for me.

"Mom, can you moan a little quieter when the Lord is eating you out?! Please!"

"Kyaah! Wh-who are you calling Mom?!"

"Hyo-jung, the thing is—"

Horny little incidents like this were daily life. Moving on. The lesson here was that you need science if you want to fuck-impregnate in peace.

And that applied not only to the females already sucking my cock, but to the ones who would be serving me with their mouths in the future. I had my sights on Egypt's Cleopatra. If I wanted that foxy woman swallowing my cum one day —

"Science has to advance."

"That again, my Lord.... Building libraries and aqueducts is not going to make the bitches of other civilizations start wagging their tails, you know?"

"Wrong. If she does not have a tail, a female wags her ass."

"Nngh. I am your personal cock-sleeve, so of course I do — but do you really think Cleopatra is going to hike her panties down without a fight?"

To convince a skeptical Hyo-jung, I started raising an army. We were in a Golden Age, production was up 15%, and I had population to burn on soldiers, so it looked like the obvious move — but this time was different.

The technologies researched at Alexandria's Library — Horseback Riding and Machinery — let me field combat units of a completely different caliber than before. All so I could put Cleopatra, who was still strutting around on Chariot Archers, through a proper education.

Historically, those two units showing up in the Egyptian region is exactly what ended the age of the chariot. History repeats itself.

"Hyo-jung. Round up the females you gave birth to earlier."

"Tch. Knocking me up in my sleep at dawn is honestly too much! I got pregnant with a whole litter I never asked for, just because my Lord's ambition is so huge...."

She grumbled the whole way, but she gathered the daughters she had sleep-impregnated into one place. Hanseong poured production into them, and the girls — all curves, just like their mother — formed a unit.

Until now I had only expanded by conquest, but the truth is that History is a game about founding cities. Find good land. Plant a city on it. That was a Settler's job.

Science tagged along again. If I was going to plant a city somewhere Egypt would find extremely inconvenient, building a fort alongside it was the smart play.

Could not blame Cleopatra for being pissed. The land sat near the Nile, a lush floodplain rolling out in every direction, and it kissed the sea besides — perfect for a port city.

There it was. Cleopatra running her mouth on the strength of her Chariot Archers. We were the ones who founded the city, so who gave her the right to name it? I wanted to rip those gold earrings off her and hang them from her clitoris....

"What an insolent little pussy this bitch is! How about we name the city the Hannamguk way, my Lord?"

"Good thinking, Hyo-jung. Just give me a minute to finish the defenses."

I asked for a moment, then started laying down a fort on the newly founded city. Fighting on a tile with a fort gives you +33% combat strength. Once the fort was up, I stationed Crossbowmen on it — long range, and their ranged combat strength was in a different league.

"When the chariots roll in, put an arrow through the pussy of whoever is driving."

"Yes, my Lord! We will use these crossbows to punch through Egyptian hymens!"

Reliable little bitches. Probably because they were daughters I had spawned with Pregnancy Creampie.

Hyo-jung, on the other hand, was still pacing herself into a hole. She was busy drafting a letter to piss Cleopatra off, and she still had not named our port city. She was practically stamping her feet.

"What's so hard about it?"

"Do you have any idea how important naming is, my Lord?!"

Just slap a Hannam-style name on it that would make the Egyptian pussy furious. Hyo-jung had been born inside the game, so she probably did not know Korea that well. I came up with a pretty decent name myself.

From this day forward, the port city's name would be...

Busan. Yeah. Busan.

Hyo-jung liked it enough to write it into the letter she was sending Cleopatra. That ought to get under her skin.