Begging for a Creampie: Howl Like a Bitch (3)

A few days later, a suspicious army struck Busan.

Out of nowhere, a nearby city-state declared war on Hannamguk — but why were Egyptian unique units, Chariot Archers, sprinkled in among their ranks?

Of course they didn't stand a chance.

Crossbowmen — a ranged unit a full era ahead of Chariot Archers — loosed a rain of bolts, and the enemy charged in blindly, died, and even as they turned tail and ran they kept dying. The close-quarters fighting was every bit as pathetic. The city-state's spearmen hurled themselves at Hannamguk troops dug in behind a fort and were wiped out to the last woman.

That was the difference a generation of engineering made. Our girls were having the time of their lives beating the living shit out of an enemy that received a combat bonus (+10%) for Deity difficulty…

Well. The result had been obvious from the start.

Simple math. Thirty-three is bigger than ten.

The only real problem was that the fort had made our females a little too full of themselves.

"Don't even think about sticking your swords in leftover pussy!"

"Ah… understood, my Lord!"

"Strip their armor and panties and just inspect their cunts. The ones with pink pussy-meat, we're keeping as sex slaves, so go easy on them."

Pink-pussy females had collector's value, after all. Fortunately, our female soldiers who believed in Hannamism understood my intentions at once.

Alright. Time to drag the secret into the light.

I hauled the captured enemy commander over and put her through sexual torture.

"Whohohohot?! I'll tell you everything I know, so please don't rape meee—ooh ♥"

"Haven't even creampied you yet and you're calling it rape, you bitch? Want me to pull my cock out and fist you instead?"

"I dunnnooo… hnnngh ♥ N-not your fist, please rape me with Lord Cock, I'm begging you…"

The process was a little rough, but this bitch had it coming. Why the hell would you put a blade to the throats of Busan's civilians, who were just living their lives?

In the end, the commander who'd been getting her pussy toyed with couldn't take it anymore and spilled everything.

"Cleopatra ordered us to attack Busan! Hic… She said she'd cut off our ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠luxury goods if we didn't, sniff!"

A little later, I worked three fingers into her ass and extracted some extra information.

"Hogohk?! The Chariot Archers were a 'gift' from Egypt toooo… please, couldn't you take just one finger out of my b-back-pussy… ♥"

So it had been a proxy war. If Egypt declared war on Hannamguk directly, Cleopatra would eat a warmonger penalty — so she'd sent a city-state she had in her pocket to test the waters.

"And the Chariot Archers were just a 'gift' to the city-state."

"Hnnngh… that's right. If Egypt joined the war herself it would look baaad?! I've told you everything, so please take your hand out of my p-pussy— ghyahhhh!!"

Classic Cleopatra. Always playing politics.

Every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ruler in the game governed their civilization differently, and from my veteran experience that bitch preferred to rake in advantages through politics and diplomacy rather than slug it out in a straight power struggle. If you weren't chasing a Domination Victory, it was a solid strategy. Wage war too often and the warmonger tag stuck to you, and eventually the other civilizations would team up and pile on. Even without military retaliation, they'd get even by cutting off trade and the like.

The further the eras advanced — especially once the UN showed up in the game — diplomacy became critically important. If the civilizations and city-states that liked you voted you in as leader, that was a Diplomatic Victory right there. So unless you were openly gunning for conquest, it paid to stay on good terms with your neighbors.

The warmonger penalty was nothing to sneeze at. Hannamguk, having just annexed Greece and Macedon, couldn't exactly sit back and relax either.

Of course, Cleopatra was the one sweating more. Her ambitious little operation had gone up in smoke, so her heart had to be hammering by now.

That same day, I sent a letter of protest to Egypt. The bitch I'd sexually tortured had already confessed everything, so there was no wriggling out of it. But Cleopatra was still the same shameless, fox-faced piece of work.

A reply that made me want to pin her down and rape her on the spot. If it weren't for the warmonger penalty, I'd have gone at her then and there.

No. I have to wait.

The gap in national power was wide enough that swallowing Egypt now would have been fine… but ideally, I wanted Cleopatra to declare war on me first.

Self-defense barely racks up any warmonger penalty.

Of course, a woman who obsessed over politics, diplomacy, and image management wasn't about to do me any favors. But I wasn't the type to sit around taking losses either. Whether I threatened her or provoked her, I intended to use every trick in the book to bait Egypt into declaring war on Hannamguk.

As luck would have it, the pyramid cunt had handed me the perfect pretext.

Cairo was how far from here, and she was ordering me to come to her? She was clearly putting on airs to tilt the negotiations in her favor—

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, Hyo-jung. After you swallow, write a letter exactly as I tell you."

"Mmph! Gulp! Yeees, my Looord… ♥ It's going to Cleopatra, right?"

"Yeah. That bitch needs to learn to be as obedient as you."

Bluff had to be met with a bigger bluff. It was high time Cleopatra understood, once and for all, who stood above and who knelt below.

"A nose held too high is a problem all its own, Your Majesty."

My reply was short, but it hit hard. In short, it boiled down to: You come to me.

"Oho? Now this is an interesting man."

Cleopatra propped her chin on her hand and smiled as she read the reply. She had conducted diplomacy with countless civilizations and city-states, but she had never encountered a bastard who just charged straight ahead like this.

To dare invoke a World Wonder that Egypt had been building — only to have it stolen out from under them. Cleopatra did not care for Han Min-guk's brazen, naked rudeness one bit.

"Does this man have no idea how diplomacy even works?"

It was an insult, but it wasn't entirely wrong. The lord of Hannamguk thought of nothing but starting wars and seizing other people's land; he never bothered to run his mouth. And when he ran short of soldiers, he grabbed any woman he could find, impregnated her, and stuffed the resulting daughters into his female army…

"Are the rumors true? There's actually someone that crude, that completely without restraint?"

"I regret to report… yes, Your Majesty. Han Min-guk has, in Busan—"

"—Not Busan. Luxor."

"My apologies! In any case, it is true that he has constructed two forts at Luxor. An enormous Hannamguk force is gathering in Busan as we speak."

"Luxo— hah. Forget it. I understand. You may go."

After dismissing the scout, Cleopatra read Han Min-guk's letter again. One sentence in particular grated on her.

Even here, Han Min-guk had gone out of his way to call her a bitch.

"Not an easy man… I see."

Egypt's Chariot Archers were certainly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strong, but if the scouts were telling the truth, Hannamguk now possessed technology that surpassed even that. A full-scale war would be suicide.

"They built forts? Those savages?"

Still, she couldn't quite hide her astonishment. Until recently this had been a barbaric civilization she had never even heard of, never laid eyes on… and now they had pulled ahead of Egypt itself.

Cleopatra had once tried to research Military Engineering and given it up. It was a project that devoured so much science that even Egypt's Pharaoh had abandoned it — and Hannamguk had gone and finished it. She had also heard they carried some bizarre weapon called a "crossbow." A device far more complex, far more powerful, and with a far longer range than the bows her Egyptian archers used.

I shouldn't have underestimated him just because I thought he was an empty-headed man. Hmph.

Cleopatra was beginning to feel uneasy. What if she had picked a fight for nothing and the entire Egyptian civilization came crashing down?

But Busan was a port city far too precious to simply let go. Her advisor, who understood this perfectly, asked in a worried voice:

"Must we… go to war, Your Majesty?"

"No. We can win without fighting."

Cleopatra did intend to visit Athens, just as Han Min-guk had demanded. If she didn't, this madman might actually invade. But following his words didn't mean she had to lose the negotiation.

The key was bluff.

She was being summoned to Athens because her military was inferior — but she would not, under any circumstances, let it show that Egypt was at a disadvantage. A diplomat to her bones, Cleopatra knew exactly how to tilt a negotiation in her favor.

A few days later, she arrived in Athens at the head of a dazzling procession. Cleopatra was already blindingly beautiful, and adorned from head to toe in jewels she looked like a goddess made flesh. The gold, silver, and rare copper she had brought along "as a courtesy" flaunted the enormous wealth Egypt possessed.

I'll show him that military power alone does not make a great nation!

Cleopatra strode into the Library of Alexandria with a confident, hip-swaying bitch-walk. Hannamguk's sentries, overwhelmed by her radiant beauty, stumbled backward in spite of themselves. Charisma that crushed the other party by her mere presence. Egypt's national power was formidable, yes — but it was the aura she radiated that had made her "Cleopatra the Diplomat."

"You're built even better than I heard. Park that ass in a chair. We're starting the negotiation right now."

"Fufu. Judging by that confident tone, you must be the famous Hannam. Great powers do tend to understand each other."

Cleopatra caught even Han Min-guk's sexual harassment and tossed it back with a brazen smile. You had to seize the initiative like this if you wanted to steer a negotiation your way.

But just as she was about to present the proposal she had prepared—

"Sluuurp—! Haaahn ♥ My Lord's cock is so fragrant and delicious today too ♥"

From under the table came the wet, obscene sound of an ovulating female sucking dick.

Han Min-guk was the lord of a civilization, so keeping a concubine wasn't strange in itself… but how uncultured did you have to be to receive mouth-pussy service in the middle of a negotiation?

"You really are, even for you…!!"

"Ah, sorry. I should have introduced Helen sooner."

"Helen? You don't mean Helen, the former leader of Greece?"

At that, Helen — who had been sucking cock under the table — rose and revealed herself. Not a scrap of cloth on her body. A completely naked woman.

Schlick.

This shameless female promptly sat her ass down on Han Min-guk's cock.

The atmosphere flipped in an instant. Now the one holding the advantage in the negotiation was Han Min-guk, and the one whose spirit had been crushed was Cleopatra.

"Helen used to be the leader of a civilization too. These days she's a pregnant slave who takes my cock-slop anytime, anywhere, no matter where we are."

"Haaahn ♥ I barely have enough time to serve Lord Cock — how could a pussy like me possibly be responsible for an entire civilization? Haaang! Cock feeels so gooood… ♥"

Han Min-guk then offered Cleopatra a more detailed explanation.

"See, the females who pick a fight with me for no reason all end up like Helen."

No matter how successful a civilization's female ruler they might be.

Isn't that fascinating?

Only then did the negotiation over the city of Busan finally begin.